Chuck Versus The Big Choice

Sarah kicked the door down, automatically ignoring the Belgian whom she'd searched for the past several days. She knocked him out with one blow as her eyes scanned the dark room for him. Then her wandering gaze stopped. There he was, with beads of sweat running down his forehead; restrained in a lab chair with menacing red lights on top of his head. His brown curls were matted to his forehead, his skin pale. Sarah felt her entire body freeze. Then a faint whimper of his name escaped her lips.

"Chuck!"

Not a moment passed and Sarah quickly sprinted towards him, plucking the small red lights off his head and then ripping away the restraints which held his arms to the char. Automatically, her hands curled around his cheeks, caressing his face, checking to see if he was even alive.

"Chuck, I'm here," she whispered, feeling hot tears rushing from her eyes. She stared at him, listening intently for some sort of response. His breathing was very faint, but rapid like he was suffering from an asthma attack. Chuck was alive, but neither said nor showed any indication that he had heard her at all. Sarah bit her lip as the seconds dwindled by. She pressed her forehead against his; felt how cold he was and choked back a sob.

She was consciously thinking about the wonderful life she had with Chuck and how she took it for granted until now. She never had been completely truthful with him, even when Chuck was a hundred percent open with her. Sarah could only admit being half as honest as he was. It made her feel sick with guilt. Chuck had gone on a suicide mission with no way to protect himself. He got himself kidnapped because she wasn't there to save him. On top of that, he had the nerve to think she did not love him without the Intersect, when in reality, she could care less. All she wanted was Chuck Bartowski, regular guy or otherwise. Now it was too late to tell him that it seemed. She never told him the utter truth…

"Chuck, please, come on I need you!"

Sarah pleaded and could barely hear herself speak. There was too much running through her mind. She thought of Chuck, of how much she wanted to spend the rest of her days with him, and how she'd do anything bring him back. Her stomach was doing back flips. Chuck promised he would never break her heart again. Not one more time, not after Prague.

But why was this happening to her?

Even though she was trained to never let her emotions get the better of her because it was a sign of weakness, Sarah couldn't stop crying. She forgot about the consequences of looking weak. For Chuck, she was willing to give up anything, including her career.

Don't do this to me, Chuck. You can't, She mentally begged.

She clutched onto his face a bit firmer, trying to wake him up from his comatose state. She suddenly felt Morgan's hand on her shoulder, but she tried to shrug him off.

"Tell him what you told me," he said unto her. "He'll hear that, trust me. Don't be Sarah Walker the spy, be Sarah Walker the girlfriend."

Morgan knew if Sarah just told Chuck the truth, it would wake him up. If not, then nothing would. Sarah nodded and swallowed back more tears but it was no use.

"Chuck, I love you," she said. "Please wake up…I have so much that I want to tell you."

Like the fact that she was done with shielding her feelings about him. She was ready for commitment, for the walls to fall down permanently.

Her voice cracked as she continued: "I found your proposal plan... Chuck, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I don't care if you have the Intersect or not. Without you, I'm nobody... I'm nothing but a spy. Come back to me, Chuck…"

There was silence and then, "I want to marry you."

Sarah sat back, smiling in spite of everything. She finally said it. She wanted to marry him. She wanted to be with Chuck forever. She was ready. Her lips crashed against his. They were cold, but she hoped that she could bring him back from his deep slumber. She prayed that he'd open his eyes and look at her just one more time. What she needed was a miracle, a fairytale-ending.

She desperately wanted to live happily ever after.

Exhaling slowly, Sarah opened her eyes and hoped for the best. She was greeted by a pair of loving brown eyes staring back at her. Before she could react, he was already kissing her back. They parted seconds later. Sarah was crying with relief, and Chuck was smiling, but each for different reasons.

Chuck shifted in his chair, wanting to get up but exhaustion wouldn't let him. His mind was hazy, but the beautiful woman in front of him was able to clear his conscience completely. His gaze shifted from her briefly to find two others standing in the room. The first man was short with a beard, while the other was tall and bulky. They both stared at Chuck with the same relieved expression. Chuck blinked, wondering why they were so happy. He didn't even know who they were…

Chuck gave them a puzzled look, "Sarah, where are we and who are they?"

"Chuck, its Morgan and Casey," She explained like it was obvious. "Don't you remember?" He must've been playing a horrible joke on them.

He shook his head, leaning closer to her. He replied, "I've never seen them before in my entire life till now."

Sarah's breathing hitched. He couldn't remember. His memory must've been damaged somehow…oh my god no. But she kept her cool and tried to stay optimistic.

"It's ok, Chuck. You've been through a lot. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll remember them soon enough." She gave him a giant hug and they held each other for a few minutes. Then she gave Chuck a quick peck on the lips, taking his hand into hers. She held him tight; convincing all of his worries to fade away.

She looked straight into his face and explained: "Chuck, you were captured by a terrorist named the Belgian. You were tortured and they tried to get the Intersect out of your head."

Chuck's reaction changed into a deeper confusion. His brows furrowed asking, "What's the Intersect?"

Team Bartowski stared at him, their eyes wide as they became immediately speechless. Oh, no.