Chuck versus The Nemesis

Sarah

Sarah stared out of the window, silently admiring the gorgeous view from her hotel room window. The past few days had been a massive rollercoaster for her and she wasn't used to it. Her gun and passport were patiently waiting for her on the bed and suddenly the phone started to ring.

Slowly making her way towards it, she took a deep breath. She was going to do this, she could do this, she'd gotten too emotionally entwined with the people in Burbank and now it was time to leave. Then though, she heard something else, a faint ringing coming from her cell. It was Chuck.

Her heart almost pounded out of her chest as she looked at the phone and then at her cell, she knew which way her heart wanted to go, but what did she want to do? Decidedly, she answered neither. She was Sarah Walker, she didn't need anyone, she was clever and fiercely independent. She fell back down on her bed and closed her eyes, in hope that everything around her would disappear.

Did she want to leave with Bryce? Did she want to stay with Chuck, in an endless game of emotional chicken? She tried to imagine each outcome in her mind. If she left with Bryce, it would be an endless road of romance, adventure and sex. How did she feel about him? She imagined kissing him and wrapping her arms around his neck, she shuddered at the thought and she actually felt like she was betraying Chuck.

Yes, she and Bryce had history, but was that just history? She didn't want more, she decided, she still cared about him, but she couldn't leave. Yes, it was easy to run away from her problems and leave her emotional entanglements behind, but when she thought about leaving Chuck - she couldn't even think about it, it made her want to throw herself out of the window.

She couldn't keep avoiding the fact that she had kissed him - twice. It was time to come to a conclusion in her mind about how she felt about him - no one would ever find out, she could just deal with it and then box it away in the back of her mind like she did with everything else.

She adored his personality, the way he made her laugh on her darkest days, like finding a bright, glittering light at the end of a suffocating dark cave. Sarah loved the way he cared so much about his family and friends and how he put their needs before his own, it made her want to be a better person. He was also clever and gorgeous and he made her feel like a love struck teenager.

How did she feel about him in theory? She imagined him standing before her that very moment and she relived the emotions she felt when she came close to him. He made her skin erupt in goose bumps, her heart pound a million times its' normal pace, he made her stomach swirl and her knees weaken. There was also the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about him, how she fantasised kissing him, or relived the kiss they had previously shared.

How could she even contemplate leaving this man? He didn't even compare to Bryce, she only cared about Bryce a fraction of how much she cared for Chuck. No way was she ever going to leave him, not only would it be like leaving half of her heart behind but she wouldn't be able to function properly without it.

How could she have let this happen to herself? Become co-dependent on someone without them even knowing, he had no idea that he was her lifeline, the reason she got out of bed everyday. She hadn't fallen in love with him yet, because she was still falling, deeper and deeper, slowly discovering the depths of her admiration for him.

Suddenly the decision was so easy. She shot a careless glance at the phone, picked up her cell and glanced at the one missed call from Chuck. Silently she nodded at him and stroked the picture of him with the palm of her hand.

"I choose you, Chuck." She whispered to the picture.

Chuck

Chuck anxiously stared at his phone, willing it to ring. She hadn't answered his call, did that mean she had left with Bryce? Even thinking about it made him physically hurt everywhere. He didn't want her to leave with him, but when he saw the way she looked at Bryce - her eyes full and shining with either love or lust, he couldn't decide - it made him think that she just might have gone.

All along he knew he was letting himself for a whole lot of hurt, but he let himself fall for her anyway. But it wasn't like he could have stopped himself, everything she did made him fall a little bit harder, it was inevitable - uncontrollable. Why on earth was he getting himself in knots over her, when she was probably on a plane with him right that minute, dreaming of her future full of glamorous spy missions and fancy hotel rooms.

How could she just throw away all those months with him though? Even if she felt nothing for him, she still had a job to do. Sighing loudly, he turned off the light but as he expected, he found that he couldn't sleep because his mind kept spinning around in circles. His heart was a bag of nerves at the prospect of never seeing her again.

But why would she kiss him like that if she felt nothing? If he was just another tool on the shelf? He let himself think what it would be like if she had gone, what his life would be like. He saw himself as a motionless, empty shell of a man with nothing to work towards, day after day he would mope through work at the Buy More, and lazily slope through missions - alone.

He thought of his life now, and even though he wasn't technically with Sarah, he still got to see her every day. Making every day an adventure, every time he thought he couldn't carry on being a spy anymore, he saw her face and knew everything would be okay.

Chuck felt himself dangerously close to crying, he tried to push down the lump that was quickly rising in his throat. She couldn't leave - she just couldn't. He sat up in bed and pushed the sweaty hair from his head, it was clear that he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. He threw on his jeans and went to the only place where he felt at peace with himself. The beach.

He sat on the sand with the waves crashing just metres away from him, he wanted to be washed away too. It didn't suit him being so miserable, he watched the sea and thought of the one person that could make this all better, but one the one person who could fix this was the one person who had caused this.

He picked up a rock and threw it towards the water, it gracefully skimmed over the silver sea and landed with a soft splash in the water. Chuck closed his eyes tight. Please don't let her leave. He knew that it was pretty stupid to ask a rock that, but some where some how, he hoped that someone was watching.

Bryce

I guess she isn't coming. I sigh and walk off, but then I stop. She isn't coming because of Chuck, she's fallen in love with him, I can tell by the way she looked at him. I can't believe it. Out of all the people to fall in love with, she chooses him. I guess I'm just mad because it isn't me and I've been crazy about her since I first met her.

Of course, I'm not in love with her, but she's great and I really like her. I can't help but feel a stinging sensation of jealousy though. The way her eyes glazed over when she had to shoot behind him, but she couldn't do it. I've never seen that side to her before, mixed up and venerable.

I can easily forget about her though, a million different places in the world with a million different types of women. That's why I love being a spy and am happy to move around from woman to woman. I don't know what Sarah's gotten herself into but she's not safe anymore, she's fallen madly in love and that means she's going to act mad and she isn't just in it for herself anymore. God help her.

Sarah's diary

I seem to be writing in here more and more often, but it helps a bit. I have to be really cold with him when I see him next because I don't want anything to happen with him. Well - I do but, it can't. I honestly thought I could control my emotions and pack them away at the back of my mind, but I can't anymore. I know my eyes give everything away.

If I had it my way though, I'd kiss him all over again and just let everything I've been feeling out. I'd run my hands through his hair and push him up against the wall - letting desire take over me. And then we'd fall on this bed right here and-

I shouldn't do this to myself, I should stop now otherwise I'll want it to be more than just a fantasy. I know I sound really dramatic and desperate, it's beginning to sound like a Mills and Boons novel. But I honestly can't help it.

I used to never even think about this stuff but now I think about Chuck all of the time, I write about him in here. As long as I don't say anything out loud I guess it's not that bad.

I don't regret not leaving with Bryce because I'm not in love with him (not that I'm in love with Chuck..) but I can't leave him. I have a feeling that there's going to be a really long, difficult road ahead of me.

Hi.. Let me know what you think of this chapter, as you probably noticed this one probably consists more of Chuck and Sarah's feelings than anything else. Please review, thanks.