Chapter 5
Unknown, CA?
Chuck was tired of running. Running to or from what, he didn't know. There was nothing but darkness around him. He heard a scream from all sides of the darkness, a familiar scream. "Sarah?!" his cry echoed. He finally came to a river of blood. He wanted to find Sarah, this was too much blood. "Sarah!" Chuck listened when the scream came again to see where it was coming from; he couldn't pinpoint it.
"Chuck," Sarah's ghostly voice came from the void. "I need to protect you, where did you go. I told you to say in the car." The voice turned wrathful. "Where are you, Chuck, why weren't you there to protect me, we were supposed to be a team." Sarah's voice grew ever more ominous.
"I'm here. I'm right here." Chuck's voice began to tremble. He was going to lose her, and he didn't even know how or why.
From out of nowhere, an athletic man, with black hair an expensive suit, appeared in front of him. "I found you, Chuck." The man raised a gun, which seemed to materialize from nothingness, to Chuck's forehead. With a smile, the man said
"Bang!"
Chuck awoke with a jump.
Sarah Walker sprang into action, like she hadn't even been asleep. "Chuck, what's wrong." She couldn't even count the number of sweat beads across his forehead.
"I…Nightmare…Sarah," Chuck gasped for breath. It felt like the Intersect was overheating, and it was boiling his brain. "Halp…"
Her CIA training was failing her, all she could think of was Chuck dying in front of her and not being able to stop it. His charm, his wit, and his love would be gone forever. An idea popped into her head. She pressed her lips against his.
Chuck's brain didn't feel like it was about to pop anymore, it seemed content enough with what was happening. Kissing Sarah soothed his nerves and slowed his heart. He held his breath and his breathing began to slow. "What…was that?"
"I…I kissed you…" Sarah muttered. "…and you held your breath."
"Wow," Chuck scooted toward Sarah's side of the small bed. "Can we do that again? Without the hyperventilating I mean."
Sarah beamed. "As long as you're OK."
"Shut up and come here." Chuck, filled with renewed life, touched her chin and leaned toward her, his lips pursed. Their mouths collided in blissful tenderness. This kiss was far more potent that the first kiss she planted on him tonight, nearly as potent as their first, when they thought they were going to die. He took her waist with his free hand. She positioned her hands around his neck, and through his curly mop of hair. The two former Co-workers forgot about the world, and savored what they had been missing. They could have stayed in this place forever, just the two of them.
The play changed when Sarah eased Chuck's hand toward second. He looked at her, as if to ask, you sure? She responded by kissing his neck, tenderly. It didn't take him anytime to remove her shirt and his. He fumbled for his wallet on the nightstand. After a moment of struggling, he discovered what he was looking for.
The moment they entered into carnal delight would stay with them for the rest of their lives. Their eyes held, never blinking, never wavering, held for as long as they were together. Their bodies did not want to separate, ever again. The sun came and so did they.
The bed that they had been disgusted with became a place they didn't want to leave. But, it was time to go. If they didn't get moving, they wouldn't be able to share each other for much longer. "Chuck, you still need to dye your hair, it should help you not to stand out." Sarah grabbed the box of hair color and held it up to him.
"Okay," Chuck agreed, begrudgingly. "But if I come out looking like Captain Awesome, you better not laugh. Or you're going to get it."
"I'm sooo scared."
Chuck grabbed his pillow and playfully threw it at her. Before she could return the favor, he hurried into the bathroom and shut the door.
"Coward." Sarah laughed, throwing the pillow at the door.
While Chuck was in the shower, Sarah thought it might be good to see if any of her old friends could give them support, or a potential safe haven. There was an old payphone just outside of the motel office that she spotted when they arrived and hoped it still worked. She threw on her clothes that were now spread across the room and headed for the door. Sarah moved right for it, fiddling with the three quarters that she had picked out of Chuck's pants pocket. I'll owe him. She picked up the receiver, threw in seventy-five cents, and began to dial a number. "Carina. It's Sarah. I don't have time to talk, are you still in San Diego? Good. Listen, I am in a bit of a situation, do you have any trusted contacts in Mexico? No. How about anywhere in the southwestern states? Yea, what's the number? Got it, and Carina, if anyone asks you about me, tell them that you haven't talked to me okay? Sorry, got to go, Thanks."
Chuck couldn't stop grinning. He had nearly forgotten about his horrible nightmare and the fact that he was a marked man, though those thoughts were slowly creeping their way back into the front of his mind. Being with Sarah made it feel manageable. He only wished he could have said goodbye to Morgan and Ellie. Elli, she was all alone now. First Mom left, then Dad, and now me. Chuck looked at his new hair in the mirror. At least she has Devon, he is a good guy, in spite his nickname. Morgan will still be hanging around her too, with Anna. He chuckled to himself. That would be a sight to see, just like the new hairdo.
When Chuck exited the bathroom, Sarah had her bag on her shoulder, ready to go. She took one look at Chuck and smiled, covering her mouth, looking ready to laugh.
"I asked you not to laugh."
"I'm not laughing. You don't look like Awesome, really you don't. Your hair is almost pure white." Sarah tried to hold in her laughter, unsuccessfully. "I guess you will be noticed, I need to find you a hat."
"Get over here," Chuck took Sarah's waist and brought her in for a kiss. "I told you that you were going to get it."
"Smooth." Sarah smiled, but her tone quickly changed. "Now get dressed, we have to get going. Oh and by the way, what was that nightmare you had last night."
"Typical nightmarish stuff you'd expect with everything that happened yesterday. I couldn't find you, then I saw blood, and then your voice got all scary. The weird part was the end, and by weird I mean terrifying. A man I didn't recognize showed up and pulled a gun on me, saying that he found me." Chuck spoke quickly.
"He shot you?"
"No, just said 'BANG' that's when I woke up." Chuck struggled to put on his pants. "The funny thing was I think the Intersect has something to do with that man, and the dream."
"I would as how you knew, but I guess if think that's what it was I believe you. You think that man was the new Intersect? You think he can track you?"
"Don't know," Chuck said with a shrug, after tying his Chucks. "At least I remember what he looks like, if I spot him in the real world, I'll give you a shout."
"At least there's that, let me know if you see him in your dreams as well."
"K, but I doubt he will be showing up again."
Sarah shot him a puzzled look, "Why's that?"
"Cause, I will be dreaming about last night, for many nights to come."
She rolled her eyes. "Get out of here." And kissed him.
