I don't own Chuck

He slowly woke, feeling a comfortable heaviness on his right side that felt right. Since Chuck had met Bryce Larkin, Chuck didn't know if anything had felt this right. He had loved Jill, he was sure he had, but what they had, didn't feel like what he had with Sarah, and he and Sarah hadn't been together for that long, and not at all in the way he and Jill had. He was sure that all meant something, but he wasn't sure what.

He opened his eyes and saw her laying on his right side. He realized that heaviness was her leg draped over him. "I am so glad that cast is off," she mumbled. She raised her head up and looked at him. "You are okay for snuggling like this, right?"

"I mean, I feel like if I say no you won't believe me," he replied. She reached up and booped him on the nose. "Woman, you did not just boop a stone-cold killer on the nose."

"You're right, I did not," Sarah replied. "You're not a stone-cold killer, and you know it." Chuck couldn't help himself, he pulled her tight against him. "You keep hugging me like that Chuck Bartowski and I may decide you are healed."

"Is that a threat?" Chuck asked looking down at her.

She winked at him. "It's a promise."

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She stood there, looking at ….well, whatever the hell it was. "Uh, I don't mean to disparage…this," Sarah said, waving her hand at it. "But this isn't like any robot I've ever seen."

It was several weeks later that Chuck had announced he had finished the first robot. Sarah had seen many movies, TV shows, and other bits of media with robots, and this looked NOTHING like any of them.

"I am not a….robotist?" he asked. Sarah gave him a look and he shrugged. "Look, maybe robot is a little much."

"It rolls, Chuck," she pointed out.

"No has figure out how to do all of what you're suggesting," Chuck reminded her. "What I've done is programmed this robot-"

"Please quit saying robot, because it's not a robot," Sarah cut in.

"Fine, I have programed this fighting stick figure with two arms, two legs to fight with, and wheels to move around to help train us," Chuck offered. Sarah looked at the machine, back to Chuck, and shrugged.

"Fine, whatever the hell it is, how does it work?" Sarah asked.

"Try it," Chuck said, hitting a button. Sarah got into a fighting stance. She went at the robot for a few minutes, only being hit a few times, noticing a green bar fall each time she was hit. After it dropped by one-third, it turned yellow. After a few more soft hits, it dropped by another third and now was red. Sarah connected a few more times, and so did the machine, and it stopped fighting.

"I killed it," she said, grinning. Chuck was shaking his head. "What, that was it's health, right?"

"No, Sarah, that was yours," Chuck explained gently. "If those strikes had landed at their full velocity…" Chuck trailed off.

"Oh," she said, nodding. "So, like you said, we have to do it together." Chuck nodded, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, him not looking at her. "Chuck?"

"I can't lose you," he blurted out in a horse whisper, tears falling from his eyes suddenly. She crossed quickly to him and pulled him into a hug.

"I promise you, you are not going to lose me," Sarah told him, hugging him tight.

"He has taken EVERYTHING from me!" There was rage on his face, which was something she had never seen. "He used me every chance he got, and now, now I have what seems to be somewhat of a real life, and.." He trailed off, realizing what he had said.

"What do you mean somewhat of a real life?" Sarah asked him. "You have a real life. You're back with your family, you're doing your job, creating things that no one else can, you have a girlfriend…." She trailed off and watched his face as he ducked his head and a shy smile began to grow, but then stopped.

"That I can't have a physical relationship with because of everything he's done to me," Chuck reminded her.

"There's pills for that," she said gently. His head popped up, his eyes wide. "So, that works?" He narrowed his eyes at her as she stuck her tongue between her teeth and laughed. "So, you do know how, right, because I can teach you."

"I'm fairly certain I know how," Chuck retorted.

"Then what's the problem?" Sarah asked, looking him right in the eye. "Don't love her?"

"You know I love you," Chuck told her taking her hands. "It's just…"

"You're scared to death he's going to take me away from you?" Chuck nodded. "Chuck, let him try, there is no way."

"He's already hurt you," Chuck protested.

"And I'm still standing," Sarah reminded him. She pulled him into a kiss. It started slow but it built quickly. He pulled back a little and looked down at her. She cupped his face. "I'll wait as long as I have to."

"I told you, that you should have run," he said.

"Yeah, yeah," she replied, grinning at him. "I got you, Chuck. I got you."

He leaned down to kiss her again, and his hands wrapped around her back, holding her tight. One of his fingers touched the bare skin where her shirt and pants met. She pulled away, and looked him in his eye. He nodded, and swallowed, nervously. "I told you I'll wait."

"Maybe I'm tired of waiting," Chuck replied.

"About damn time," she told him, and resumed kissing him.

"Growing impatient?" he asked her jokingly. He pulled away, and moved a lock of hair behind her ear. "I love you, Sarah, and you have to know I wouldn't have gotten this far without you." She squeezed his hand. "Any chance you'd like to take the next step with me." The smile on her face gave him his answer.