A/N 1: Well, the muse has struck again. This time she whispered into my ear on the drive home after work one day. I nearly swerved off the road when I realized she was speaking through a song from one of my favorite romantic comedies, which are a bit of a guilty pleasure. Well anyways, I was listening to Roxette's song and this scene just sort of popped into my head.

A/N 2: By the way, if you haven't watched Pretty Woman in a while, I highly recommend it. Simply delightful. Oh, and then do yourself a favor and seek out the series on Netflix called "The Movies that Made Us." Just so many great episodes, all about how some really great movies from my childhood and adolescence were actually made. The one on Pretty Woman, originally titled 3,000, is particularly worth it. The original more realistic ending to the screen play is very much in line with my little scene.

No beta's were harmed in the making of this story, all mistakes and errors are the sole ownership of the author of this farce.

Let the Music Play

A series of Chuck Song Fics

Written By:

Markey DeSad

"It Must Have Been Love" by Roxette

Pretty Woman.

It was her favorite movie when it came out back in 1990, and had the most amazing soundtrack. She remembered conning her father into taking her to Pretty Woman when it had come out in the theater. Now, her father, Jack, never had much of a strong moral compass so talking him into taking a nine year old to Pretty Woman may not have been that big of an accomplishment.

Sarah still remembered her grandmother yelling at her father when she'd found out which movie they'd returned from seeing. She'd said that a movie about a prostitute sleeping with a millionaire tycoon wasn't a proper message for a young girl to be sent. Sarah didn't really care about the girl's occupation, only being nine she didn't really understand it. No, she was swept away by the romance between the staid and proper Edward and the vivacious outgoing Vivian. She'd swooned at the end of the movie when Vivian said she'd save Edward right back. To a young Sarah Walker, not her given name of course, it was the model of romantic love that she glommed onto. Having no real frame of reference in her own life, her mother and father having split up when she was much younger.

Again, convincing her father to take her to a very age inappropriate movie wasn't such a big victory. However, Sarah putting into practice the sleight of hand skills Jack had taught her, were a big victory. Especially when she'd managed to steal a cassette tape of the Pretty Woman soundtrack from a Tower Records store near one of their motels. In the intervening years, she'd played the cassette so many times that the tape actually wore out and broke in one of the Walkmen she'd used when on 'adventures' with her father. She'd forgotten how many times she'd had to steal a replacement, until she'd gotten her first Discman. CD's tended to last longer than tapes did, anyways.

Her favorite song from the whole Pretty Woman soundtrack had been by Roxette. 'It must have been love'. The saddest one on the whole album, maybe the saddest song in the world, at least in Sarah's mind. It had always been a comfort to her and had helped her overcome the deep sadness she felt inside whenever she realized how alone she was and would probably always be. She'd listened to the melancholy tune so many times over the years, she'd memorized it and would hum it in her head anytime she felt down.

It's lyrics never failing to console her in times of great emotional pain and stress. Like when her father had been arrested, it had gone through her mind as she'd driven to the hide site to get their emergency money. It had also run through her mind when she'd been shipped off to the Farm to train as a CIA agent, not to mention the night that Bryce had abandoned her to go rogue.

Perhaps it was this last thought that brought her favorite song back to her again after a hiatus from its place in her heart, her still freshly broken heart. As Sarah watched Chuck on the video feed from the Buy More, she was humming it quietly under her breath.

"Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely, there's air of silence
In the bedroom and all around

Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away"

She saw how freely he interacted with that stupid little brunette pixy, Hannah. Even her name made Sarah grit her teeth and then spit when she heard it. She watched as her newest nemesis flirted with the tall brown-eyed man. The man she'd been ready to run away with, and with whom she wanted to live a normal life, as a normal girl.

Now here was this diminutive little skank shamelessly throwing herself at Chuck. Sarah couldn't very well do anything about it, could she? Especially not after she'd given him permission to pursue Hannah, telling him she didn't want to stand in his way. He, in typical fashion, had also given her permission to pursue Shaw, saying she had a type and inferring that Shaw was it.

The problem was that Chuck had gotten her type completely wrong. She did really have a type and that type was a man who was a kind-hearted, selfless hero. One with the moral courage to turn down her offer at that damned train station. Turn down a selfish life on the run with a woman he'd claimed to love. Opting to try and serve something greater than himself. It was a noble, if naïve, notion, but it was totally her Chuck. He was and had always been her type and she'd known it the moment she'd met him at the Nerd Herd counter over two years ago. She continued humming as she watched him on the monitor.

"It must have been love but it's over now
It must have been good but I lost it somehow
It must have been love but it's over now
From the moment we touched, 'til the time had run out"

The night after the train station she'd been in a bar in Prague, drinking her feelings away in an attempt to bury them. She'd always been able to successfully bury them in the past. This time, however it didn't seem to be working. Luckily for her, she'd just happened to be there on a night when they had karaoke. Surely her favorite and most comforting song wouldn't let her down. Not like Chuck had. So, after Sarah had drunk enough vodka, she sung her heart out. She'd stood on stage with tears streaming down her cheeks as she drunkenly scream-sang.

"Make-believing we're together
That I'm sheltered by your heart
But in and outside I've turned to water
Like a teardrop in your palm

And it's a hard winter's day, I dream away"

Only this time It hadn't helped dull the pain, as it always had done in the past. She hadn't been able to bury her feelings and emotions like before. No, this time the pain was far too great to be soothed, even by her favorite song and lots of liquor. No, this was going to totally suck. She'd felt hollowed out, totally empty inside, as she'd continued to drunkenly scream-sing her heart out that night.

"Yeah, it must have been love but it's over now
It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without
It must have been love but it's over now"

Sarah woke up at noon the next day, in a cheap hotel room, with mostly empty vodka bottles covering the bedspread, and a total stranger snoring beside her. He was the wrong brown-haired man and she knew it without ever seeing his face. It wasn't the man she'd wanted to sleep with the previous night. She didn't even remember how she'd gotten there, nor did she care to really. She just silently collected her clothes and slipped out of the room leaving her drunken mistake behind.

FIN

A/N 3: I really hope that you were at least a little entertained by this little tale. I promise, there is a much happier Charah story up for the next installment.