Nothing Like You and I Chapter 3: I Must Be Dreaming, a chuck fanfic

Disclaimer: This song is entitled " I Must Be Dreaming" by The Maine. Errors and corny lines, however, they're mine.

She thinks I'm crazy.
Judging by the faces that she's making.
And I think she's pretty.
But pretty's just part of the things she does that amaze me.

Chuck did it again. He risked his life again in a foolhardy attempt to save Casey and Sarah's life. Sarah was infuriated, to say the least, she had been yelling at him throughout the ride home. In an angry tone she asked:

"Why'd you leave the car Chuck?"

Chuck had the decency to look abashed yet he still stood his ground. "Because you were in danger. I can't let you get hurt when I have the ability to stop it." He saw her face change from mad to touched then appreciative. Chuck looked at her face that was now adorned with different cuts and bruises because of the mission but he didn't fail to recognize her beauty. As a matter of fact, she is the most amazing person he knows. Aside from Ellie, that is. She is strong, funny, understanding, laughs at all his jokes—stupid or otherwise and she had been his pillar of support since the beginning of this crazy ride he now called his life.

And she calls me sweetheart.
I love it when she wakes me when it's still dark.
And she watches the sun.
But she's the only one I have my eyes on.

We arrived at El Casa De Bartowski for another double date with the Awesomes. Sarah looked magnificent—granted it took 20 minutes for her to put on her make-up in order to cover up her cuts, but magnificent, nonetheless. Once we were inside, we were on full on cover mode. Although as time passes, we slip from cover to real. We had a pleasant dinner paired with great conversation. I knew she was getting to leave when she started to get up and was already walking to her coat and said, "Chuck, sweetheart, I think it's about time for me to go…walk me out?" Nodding to Ellie and Awesome, I helped her with her coat and started a conversation, "So, had a nice time?" She smiled. "Always Chuck. Always." We avoided the conversation about the earlier mission and walked the rest of the way silently. We reached her Porsche and said our goodnights awkwardly. Somehow, I knew that the conversation was saved for another time. Later that night (well, early morning) I heard my phone go off and I wasn't at al surprised when it was Sarah but her text caught me off guard.

"Meet me at the beach in 10."

I changed into a dark shirt, a pair of jeans and my trusty converses hurriedly. When I arrived at the beach, lo and behold, she was already there—sitting in the same position she found me in the first day we met. I sat down and we watched the horizon, not talking. Surprisingly, we didn't need words to converse. We sat there side by side, waiting for the unknown but just like a magnet we ended up with Sarah snuggling into me. Just watching the sun. They say that seeing a sunrise is beautiful but I say that looking at Sarah watching the sunrise is even more beautiful.

Tell me that you love me.
And it'll be alright.
Are you thinking of me?
Just come with me tonight.
You know I need you.
Just like you need me.
Can't stop, Won't stop.
I must be dreaming.
Can't stop, Won't stop.
I must be dreaming.

Three words. Three words are all I need to hear for everything to be okay. Three words to reassure me that you would come to me whenever you need someone. Three words to assure yourself that there is someone out there who would hold out a limb to help you. I may not be much but I'll do anything in my power to help you-to ease your pain or to simply be there for you. But somehow knowing that you find it hard to express your emotions makes it okay, because you asked me to come here. Here with you-because you needed me. You depended on me. You trusted me. I must be dreaming.

She moves in closer.
Whispering to me "I thought I told ya"
And oh she's playing games now.
And I figured it out now that we're
Now that we're closer.
Two kids, one love.
Who cares it we making it up.
Her voice is sweet sound.
Our clothes lay on the ground.
She moves in closer.
Whispers "I though I told ya"

It has been a week after our little rendezvous at the beach and it had been great. Sarah seems to be a little more open to me. She kids around with me and incessantly flirts. Despite the fact that her new behavior leaves me befuddled, I'm still happy to be able to see a different side of her. Sometimes, I let my imagination wander to an alternate universe where we are a family, complete with kids, picket fence and a house—the perfect American Dream.

We're a far cry from having a real relationship but this little reassurances give me a ray of hope. That maybe, someday, we can be together. And it will be a dream come true.

Remember the day when we started this.
And she made the shape of my heart with her hands.
We try to make some sense of it.
But she called me on the phone and said..
Tell me that you love me.
And it'll be alright.
Are you thinking of me?
Just come with me tonight.
You know I need you.
Just like you need me.
Can't stop, Won't stop.
I must be dreaming.
Go one and tell em that you love me
And it'll be alright. (I must be dreaming)
Are you thinking of me.
Just come with me tonight.(I must be dreaming)
She moves in closer.
Can't stop, Won't stop.
I must be dreaming.

We're at the beach again. Our beach meetings became a weekly thing but there was something about this meeting made me feel giddy. It all started when she sat closer to me. She never said anything but when she shaped my heart with my hand and looked up at me, I knew. I knew that she was telling me that she loved me. It was in her eyes—the fear and vulnerability I saw in those orbs and in the way she now acts towards me. She was less guarded and she gives these tidbits of information about her past and I couldn't be happier. And I'm showing her now that I know. I know that she loves me…and I love her too. And I will wait until she is ready. I'll be there.

I knew she got my message when she snuggled closer to me.

If you hated it, kindly kill me. This chapter was really hard to write even though I was the one to choose the songs. It's hard to put my words into ideas. Sorry.

To LittleBloodyJ, this is dedicated to you because I loved your review!I know,I'm that !

To Salvy, I had a hard time, I ran out of ideas. You know this because I have been moaning about this via twitter and fb and you were always there to be the moanee!