Hm this is just something hanging around on my computer. I'm trying to get back in the swing of writing again. Too bad not many reviewed my episode 14 fanfic; I wanted to see what other people thought of the Charah interaction in that episode.

Disclaimer: I don't want anything 'Chuck' except Sarah's wardrobe. Her clothes are pretttty...especially the Blahniks...or were they Choos?



019. Things one cannot understand

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"We know what we are, but know not what we may be." -Shakespeare

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They were complete opposites.

She was an honors student at college. She might've been described as a hard working nerd, if not for her good looks and position as soccer team captain. And with her intelligence and logical mind, it meant the theories and reasoning behind her law major came naturally to her. He was a science freak, who pushed the boundaries of ethical and moral values in their researching. Not just that, but she excelled at every subject she attempted; the skills that lead to success in her main subject also let her apply them to others. Grasp the concept, apply the concept, and understand the problem in question.

Easy to understand.

Practical was a word that was used a lot to describe her, and being practical made her one of the best in the agency.

It wasn't until September the 19th, when her logical, and measured, world was logically tipped exactly 180 degrees and her logical mind failed to grasp the abstract and ever-changing personality of one Chuck Bartowski who had slipped into her life most unobtrusively.

Try as she might, infuriatingly, he defied all laws of logic. Perhaps that was what attracted her in the first place: opposites attract as it was. He was like the multifaceted light that was refracted through crystal, his brightness; his colorful character drew her in even as her logical mind continued stubbornly to unravel his thoughts and his actions.

She didn't understand why his greasy pizza nights appealed to her stomach that had previously been used to swanky five star downtown restaurants.

Or how his faded comic covered walls and gadget infested room comforted her more than her expensive high rise apartment.

Or why he refused to kill an annoying buzzing fly that was intent on disturbing their cover date (and stopped her from it too) - while she would kill a man without another thought.

She couldn't understand how he could put up with the motley crew at the Buy More for five years straight and waste his Stanford honed talent in an electronic store in Burbank when he could be jetting all over the world living to his potential, for conventions and high profile business meetings.

And why she kept on being drawn inexplicably to his girlish screams in the face of danger, and his fumbling and rather nosy and annoying traits- when she'd once had super suave, handsome and dangerous spies during her missions.

How he managed to break down enough of her walls to go to her high school reunion as her boyfriend- or meet her father for that matter.

That when she was nestled comfortably against his side when they were cover snuggling, she felt safer than having a bazooka, machine guns, a SWAT team and heavy body armor on her. That she felt safe enough to drift off into sleep while the Bartowskis were watching re-runs of Star Wars and manage not to spring away when she woke up when she found herself lying on top of him like melted chocolate on the couch, the lights out and a blanket flung by Ellie over them.

Or maybe- how she found his habit of smearing tomato sauce over all his food before he ate adorable. And especially when she felt an urge to kiss the red substance off his cheek whenever he ate too quickly.

How he was able to read her as if her facade was chipped over use in her years of undercover work, read how she loved chocolate croissants, her emotions after a mission, her little facial cues and he knew how she felt in her past and her motivations to immerse herself in her job to ignore the pain. He understood her better than anybody, and better than she knew herself. He understood how she got to where she was while she was confused where she had gone in life and where she was going.

And for the life of her, she couldn't understand his persistence in his clumsy attempts to gain her affection.

She'd been Jenny Burton, Rachel Taylor, Eva Anderson, or Hayley Williams; all secure covers with a wealth of planted background.

And yes, she may also have been espionage extraordinaire, Secret Agent Walker. She understood she was seen as stunningly beautiful, that she could disassemble a gun before a man could think up a sexist remark, and trained with the elite professionals in combat around the world-

But when he smiled at her- soft lips stretched over white teeth in a wide, unreserved smile that contained no lies, no dark intentions, no defenses- and his glittering brown eyes fixed themselves on her, drawing her into a cocoon of his warmth and protection-

She understood that she wouldn't ever understand how she had been brought down to earth by an ordinary man, who earned twelve dollars fifty an hour, a society labeled dork with nothing special in particular, or to offer except a normal life.

And as she is gently reminded by the warm weight of his hand on hers... it's okay if she leaves some things unexplained, illogical things like the whims of love-

-because she may also just be 'Sarah', a deeply sensitive woman, twenty six years old, and deeply, passionately in love.


I think this turned out okay actually, I had to make it longer or it would've been a waste of the last line that I wanted to use somehow (which was the purpose of me writing this in the first place). I tried to keep my NZ version of spelling out of this but I'm afraid if I use your spelling too much it'll become a habit- my English teacher will be so happy about that.

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