A/N: I apologize for the length, or lack thereof. I'm just trying to give people a little joy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
"Well?" Sarah asked.
"I'm gonna need a moment," Chuck told her, winking at her. His heart raced, hearing her giggle. He took another sniff.
"It's too hot, isn't it?" Sarah asked him.
"You talking about the food, or you flirting with me, Sarah Walker?" Chuck asked her. Her mouth dropped, but she smiled immediately. "Okay, I'm ready."
"You're probably not," Sarah told him. "But, I'm here if you need me."
Chuck looked up and locked eyes with her. "Promise?"
Sarah sat there a moment. Since Chuck had woken up from his coma, she constantly found herself stunned with his honesty, and his lack of ego. Here she was, teasing him about not being able to handle mild salsa on his chimichanga, telling him she was there for him. A lot of men would have taken offense to that, but not Chuck Bartowski. Not at all.
"Yeah," she replied. Chuck nodded, cut his entree, and took a bite. He chewed for a second, shut his eyes, and let out a low moan. "Should I leave you two alone?" Chuck started to cough as he laughed. "Jesus, don't choke! I don't want to have to Heimlich you… on the first date, at least."
Chuck was nearly crying he was laughing so hard. He held up a finger as he took a drink, afraid if she said anything else, he'd choke on the water. "There is so much to unpack there."
"If you're going to say the number of dates, well, I wasn't in the dream with you," Sarah said, sassily.
"So those times in the hospital that we ate weren't dates?" Chuck asked. Sarah smiled at him and winked. "You liked that, huh?"
"I did," Sarah replied. "You said there was a lot to unpack. What else was there?"
"Well," Chuck said, blushing slightly. "When I was a kid, I didn't know what Heimlich meant, and you know how kids are. They try and use words that sound similar." Sarah was trying to figure out where this was going but had no clue. "So, as a kid, I thought it was… well… a hiney-lick, as in licking someone's ass."
Sarah burst out in laughter.
Chuck was grinning, and feeling safe in the moment with her reaction, so he decided to go with it. "And then…" he continued, as he was giggled from her laughter, "…and then you said, not on the first date-"
Sarah laughed even harder, and Chuck joined her. He noticed a few people watching them, and got a little self-conscious about his head and lack of hair. He didn't think he was vain, but in this moment…
"You wanna get out of here?" she asked him in a low voice.
"Yeah," he replied.
}o{
"It's always a beach," Chuck muttered, making Sarah laugh. The two were sitting on the trunk of Sarah's car, leaned back against the window, looking up at the night sky.
"But we're not sitting on the sand looking at the ocean, we're looking at the stars," Sarah reminded him.
"Yeah," Chuck agreed. He pushed himself up by his elbows and looked over at her. "Uh, I'm having a great time, and I hate to ask, but I have to know-"
She quickly sat up, and placed her hand on his leg, stopping his spiral. "Breathe," she said gently. He nodded and took a deep breath. "You can talk to me, Chuck."
"You said we were going to talk about things," Chuck said hesitantly. He stopped, seeing Sarah grin. "What?"
She leaned over and kissed him gently. It started slowly, and he thought it was him that whimpered, as her hand moved across his neck and gently touched the back of his head. She pulled away, her lips inches from him. "You sure you want to date me, Chuck? I'm a doctor. My availability is limited, some days."
"I do," Chuck replied. She stared into his eyes. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"No," Sarah said, shaking her head. "I… it's nothing."
"You wonder if I'm really wanting to date you, because you're her," Chuck said. Sarah twisted her lips to the side, looked away, and nodded gently. "Sarah," he said softly. She turned to him, and he gave her a smile that he found he only smiled when she was around. "Sarah, there's one little thing you need to understand."
"What's that?" Sarah asked.
"I wasn't in love with that Sarah," Chuck told her. She furrowed her brow. "He was," Chuck explained. "I'm not him."
"You're not?" Sarah asked. Chuck shook his head. She thought about that for a second. "You're not," she agreed.
"I'm not going to push you into anything," Chuck told her. Sarah gave him a grin. "What?"
"Guess who has Chuck duty tonight?" she asked, bouncing her eyebrows.
}o{
"Seriously, is this okay?" Sarah asked as they walked into his house. "I just know how you are about Casey and him not getting to see Gertrude."
"It's fine," Chuck told her. He took her hand. "Are we okay?"
"We are," she assured him. "I wasn't fair to you back there, Chuck."
"No, don't say that," Chuck told her. "No secrets, no lies, that's how this works."
"This?" she asked him, grinning.
"This," he told her, squeezing his hand. "Lord knows you've heard me go on and on about the dream, so I'd have to be a special kind of asshole not to listen to you when you have a moment of questioning things."
"I like you, Chuck," she told him, squeezing his hand. "There's just times… well, you're a little intense sometimes, and it's good…"
"Except when it's not," Chuck finished for her. Sarah nodded, and sighed. "Sarah, it's okay."
"Is it?" Sarah asked. "I tell you to trust me, and talk to me, and when you do… I end up having nagging questions."
"I think that's normal," Chuck told her.
"I guess," Sarah said, glancing around and seeing the papers on the coffee table. "Doing some light work, huh?" she teased.
"Oh, that," Chuck said, his eyes lighting up. "It's the game I'm working on, the one based on… oh shit."
"What?" Sarah asked.
"I never told you and asked you if it's okay," Chuck said, panicking.
"Never asked me what?" Sarah asked, confused. "Chuck, what's going on?"
"Well, I had an idea about turning the dream into a game," Chuck said, scratching the back of his head, staying away from the incision points.
"Tell me about it," Sarah said, taking his hand and leading him over to the coffee table.
"You sure?" he asked, as she sat down, gently tugging his hands so he would do the same. "Okay, so it starts out that you get an email from a… frienemy."
"Oh, God," Sarah said laughing.
}o{
"And that's as far as I've gotten," Chuck told her over an hour later. Sarah had been watching him, absorbing everything he said, and how excited he was as he told it. "I'm not sure how to end it."
"Well, what if… you know what, never mind," Sarah said, getting into it, but realizing she was a video game person.
"No, seriously, what?" Chuck asked her.
"I think the ending is going to be dependent on the decisions you made throughout the game," Sarah told him.
"That's it," Chuck said.
"There needs to be a meter or something, or maybe it's internal and not actually shown," Sarah began. "Sorry."
"No, no, this is good," Chuck said, encouraging her. "Please, continue."
"There needs to be things that happen, that you see how the couple is together, that no matter what they've been through, that they're gonna make it," Sarah said.
Chuck was silent for a moment. "They can't give up on each other," he said softly. Sarah nodded. "It can't just be that they love each other, but they have to fight for each other. And sometimes, one can't fight as much as the other, albeit because of one's job, or lack of memory, or whatever. And at that point, the other has to carry them."
"Sounds like the main character has to do that mostly," Sarah said.
"Oh, I don't know," Chuck said with a grin. "Sometimes not giving up on someone is a battle within yourself. Believing in someone even though you saw something that should make you think otherwise."
"Going to ridiculous lengths to save someone," Sarah said with a grin.
"Would you beat up and entire country for the person you love?" Chuck asked.
"I'm not much on violence," Sarah told him. "That oath and all." Chuck snorted laughter at that. "But maybe I would be one to believe in someone."
"You believed in me, when you didn't even know me," Chuck pointed out.
"You trusted me when you didn't have to," Sarah countered.
"Do you believe in destiny, Sarah?" Chuck asked.
"I don't know," Sarah admitted. "But, my dad… he believes that there are some people that find each other, no matter the circumstances."
"That's pretty deep," Chuck told her. He glanced at his watch. "Holy shit, it's late… early… don't you have to work tomorrow?"
"I do not," Sarah told him. "Now, I need you to go to bed, and I will see you in the morning."
"Do I get to make you pancakes?"
"Yeah," Sarah replied, giving him a look like he had lost his mind for even asking the question. She burst out laughing. "So, as far as I'm concerned, we're dating."
"Exclusively?" Chuck asked.
"Exclusively," she said, leaning forward, giving him a light peck on the lips. "Bed."
"Right," Chuck replied, and began to get up. A hand on his chest stopped him.
"Let me be clear," she told him, an amused smile on her face. "There's no one else while we do this." Chuck sat there a second, his own amused smile on his face. "What?"
"It's corny," he told her.
"Apparently I'm into corny," she said with a shrug.
"There hasn't been since I met you," he told her. He gave he a light peck on her lips, noticing her shocked features. "Good night, Sarah," he said, getting up, and heading to his bedroom.
"Good night," she called after him. She sat there after she heard his bedroom door close and blew out a breath. "Hasn't been anyone for me since I saw you on the floor," she admitted to the empty room.
}o{
She wandered out to the kitchen, wanting coffee. She had slept well, but not that long. She kept wanting to check on him and make sure he was okay. She had finally gotten up and poked her head into his room, and saw him sleeping soundly. She decided she was going to make some coffee, and just enjoy the morning.
As she was preparing the coffee, she heard a knock on the door. She quickly walked over to the door and opened it, wondering who was there this early.
She wanted to groan when she saw who it was.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Mary Bartowski asked.
Well. Shit.
A/N: I know, not that long, but that's all my brain had. Hopefully I'll be back soon.
