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Sorry for the delay, I really suck with deadlines. I really need to thank Maverick41 for his help and patience.

Some of you have been asking, if this story has something to do with LOST. The answer is "No".

The song "Start From the Dark" is owned by Europe.

I don´t own Chuck

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The definition of the word dark is a pretty complicated thing. It's usually something that causes temporary blindness, or, a place containing complete blackness. Something that has no beginning and no end, yet can be peaceful, as well as terrifying, all at the same time. Sarah knew that place very well. In her early days in the CIA, she found that place in her own mind. The darkness however, was kept at bay by all the accomplishments, and even failures, she had experienced as an agent. Those experiences are what shaped Agent Sarah Walker into what she was today. But at this point in her life, she was stuck; with the darkness creeping in, ever so slowly.

She had no intentions of fighting it. She just wanted to close her eyes…

"Sarah, you fell asleep on me again?" Sarah's heart stilled as she heard the familiar voice. She cautiously pried her eyes open.

She was looking into the face of none other than Bryce Larkin.

Sarah tried to adjust to her new surroundings. Apparently, they were sitting on a bench on some type of platform. She could hear music coming from the speakers that were placed above them.

Said you were ordinary

Would not amount to much

I guess they never knew you

You found a place they couldn't touch

She studied his face. It was strangely peaceful. It was the same as she remembered, but from a long time ago. Blurry images of events that may or may not have happened, assaulted her vision. Sarah couldn't bring herself to care at the moment since her partner seemed to be quite alive. But in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but be suspicious. The images running through her mind were so damn vivid.

…Guns, screaming, blood, a lot of blood…

Said you were nothing special

Always kept to yourself

You had to fight your own way

There's always been touch too much at stake

"What are we doing here Bryce?" Sarah asked carefully.

"We're trying to accomplish your goal." He answered simply. He didn´t seem to add any emotion to his statement.

"What goal?" She was beyond confusion.

Bryce raised his eyebrows. "To escape and to give up this part of our lives, like we always wanted." His voice became lower than usual.

What you gonna do?'

Cause you're just like me

What you gonna do?

Sarah shook her head in disbelief, and mostly confusion. Bryce was always the type of guy who would try everything to keep his share of the fame. He was a prototype of the perfect agent. Hearing Bryce speak the words that she had once professed herself was heartbreaking. "What are you saying?"

I´m a coward. I let my insecurities cloud my judgment. I had my chance to get out of this life before, and I blew it…

A sad expression came over his face. "You wanted out of the spy life. I'm out, now it's your turn."

His words were like knives slowly reaching her heart. There was no rush, but she knew that they were there and that they were ready to strike. Sarah had thought she had it all figured out. Instead, all she gained was more questions instead of answers. She felt ashamed she had wasted so much time, but still felt lost.

Tonight, this is where we go

To find out who we really are

We've got nothing left to lose

"What difference does it make now?" What was the point in all this since she had so clearly ran out of time?

Tonight, this is how we breathe

Put some strength back in our hearts

We've got nothing left to lose

We start from the dark

"A huge one actually," Bryce managed a small smile. "I made my choice before the mission. You wanted to talk me out of quitting, but it was my choice. You don´t have to blame yourself for it."

Sarah could feel her wounds being ripped opened, both physically and mentally. Her head was on fire, and she could barely breathe. If it wasn´t for Bryce holding her up, she would have fallen down.

She started hearing voices that seemed far off, but she couldn't understand what was being said.

Sarah noticed that Bryce was smiling.

"You have to go, it´s not your time yet." He said simply.

Sarah felt the tears forming in her eyes. "It´s not fair," She whispered. "Why would I want to go if I lost everything and everyone that mattered? I had an opportunity to leave this kind of life and for once be a human being, not a tool to be used when someone pulls the strings. But I was too scared to take it. So why would I want to go back?"

"Nobody said life's fair. It has some twist and turns, good moments and bad ones, but it´s a gift. As for me, I'm grateful that I had the privilege to have known you, as well as the time that I was allowed to have, with you." He kissed her on the forehead. "And you haven't lost everyone. You still have your family, your sister. Are you honestly telling me that because I'm gone, they all of a sudden don't count?"

Sarah started crying. It didn´t matter if Bryce saw it or not. She was crying because it felt like her heart was about to explode. She felt his hand on her cheek.

"It´s going to be fine," he said softly. "Just never give up on life, alright?"

They saw a train approaching. Bryce slowly stood up and winked at her. Sarah wanted to stop him, to tell him not to go, but she knew it was pointless, so she just nodded.

We need to go our separate ways now. Bryce helped her up. "I´ll be watching over you and from the looks of things, I may not be the only one." He had a huge grin all over his face.

Before Sarah could ask him anything, everything went blurry and a loud crashing noise overpowered her ears. She screamed, trying to hold on, but the pain only kept increasing. She felt like she was under water, trying to pull herself up so her lungs could get some much needed air. It lasted for a few seconds, which seemed like hours of torture to her, before the blackness took her again.

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When she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was music playing somewhere close to her. Another thing was the pain. She could still feel her head and chest hurting, but compared to what she had just experienced not long ago, it was manageable.

She seemed to be in some type of tent. When she turned her head to the right, she saw a man asleep on a chair, with a book on his lap, and one ear bud from his iPod on. The man woke up instantly.

"Somebody's awake," He smiled while putting the book and iPod down on the table next to him. "Except me I guess." His brown eyes showed huge relief. He stood up and went outside. When he returned, he was holding a cup and a straw.

"It´s fresh but hot, so be careful okay?" He smiled while he held the cup, full of tea, up for her to take. "You had a very nasty fever. I was a little worried there."

Once Sarah was done drinking, the man took the cup and placed it on the table next to him. Sarah's eyes were filled with gratefulness, and she wanted to thank him, but the only thing that came out was an insignificant groan. The pain in her throat was much unexpected.

"Don´t try to speak, just keep your strength. The Doctor won't be pleased if you break your stitches, trust me on this one. He´s not what you would call a people person," He explained with a slight grin.

"I´ll be right back."

Sarah could honestly say that she liked this guy. It was refreshing to see so much honesty and warmth in somebody's eyes. As far as her assignments and work with the CIA went, it was a really rare thing to see. She even started to question herself.

She knew that the recent talk between her and Bryce could have been explained medically; the things that happened before that, not so much. Sarah could swear that the man taking care of her was the same guy who was sitting next to her on the plane. The rational side of her mind started to deny that fact immediately. After all, she was a victim of a serious accident. And the consequences of a trauma could play a major role in screwing with her head. But the curiosity was still there.

She didn´t have much time to think about it because the guy quickly came back with a plate and a spoon.

"I brought you some food, you should eat something," But then he hesitated. "Since you're not allowed to move much, I´ll have to feed you. Would that be okay?"

She nodded in agreement.