Did you ever wonder what really would have happened on their first date if Casey hadn't have smashed through the window with his car? Yeah.. Me too. I don't normally go AU, but I'll make it fit, don't get excited though, it's a one off..

Chuck versus The First Date

"But that means.."

"You're still the only intersect." Sarah held his gaze for several seconds. "I'm sorry." It broke her heart as she watched his close his eyes tight in disappointment, she could tell that he was dangerously close to tears.

"Do you want to come in?" He asked, stepping out of the doorway so that there was enough room for her to walk through.

"Um, no Chuck.. Well of course I want to, but I just had to come and tell you and now I have to go and see Beckman." She smiled, she waved to him as his hand mirrored hers but in a much more floppy, disdainful fashion.

She really didn't't want to leave him when he was like this, upset and feeling like there was no point in going on anymore. But she really did have to talk to Beckman about the whole Trojan Horse palaver. After wavering at the door for several more seconds after it had closed, she turned on her heel and walked regretfully into the distance.

Chuck sat on the couch with his knees up to his chin, with a sigh he decided to carry himself off to his bedroom. He really didn't't want Ellie to see him like this, he slammed his door shut behind him and then he gave it several kicks in frustration . He took his life for advantage before, he even missed the little things that meant to much to him now even though they were only mere memories now.

He slid into bed and turned off the light beside him, he didn't know who he was kidding thinking that he would be able to get to sleep now. He closed his eyes anyway and felt the full impact of the past few days on him and suddenly he felt exhausted. He wondered what it would be like if the date he and Sarah had not been interrupted.

For once, his dream alter ego decided to cooperate and decided to show him just what it might have been like.

They entered the restaurant arm in arm, both surveying the room with interest.

"Your seats sir." A tall waiter said, with a bowtie wrapped tightly around his slender neck. He pulled out a chair for Sarah, handed them two menus, smiled begrudgingly, and walked off into the direction of the kitchen.

"Jeez! Did you see that guy?" Chuck snorted, peeking at her from over his menu.

"Yeah." She replied, raising her eyebrows slightly. "What about him?"

"Do you never notice these things about people? He walks as if he has that very expensive bottle of wine over there - stuck up his butt." He laughed.

"Well excuse me if I didn't't look at his butt." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You couldn't't miss it, Sarah!" He picked up the champagne and poured her a glass. "Look, here he comes again!"

Obediently, Sarah looked at the way he walked and funnily enough, he walked as if he were holding a fragile egg between his knees.

"God help us if he's carrying our food." She grimaced. "What's the food like here?"

"It's great." He said simply. "Shall we order?"

"Sure."

Twenty minutes later their food arrived and Sarah was surprised by how nice the food was.

"Wow, this food is good." Sarah agreed. "How did you hear about this place, anyway?" She asked putting another delicious sliver into her mouth.

"Morgan as a matter of a fact. The man has a black belt in dumplings. I trust any recommendation for any food items less than ten dollars." Chuck stated matter-of-factly.

"So our first date is a Morgan recommendation?" She asked. 'Our first date' she loved saying that the word sounded gorgeously delicious on her tongue, she savoured ever little ounce of it.

"Wow. No faith in the little bearded man, okay. Well I think you should know, he's always been supportive of our fake relationship. And - he's never found it remotely unbelievable that a guy like me could be dating.. Umm.. You know." He stuttered.

She gazed at him sexily, "What?" She challenged him.

"Umm.. You know, you." He managed to splutter out.

"What about me?" She smiled, raising her eyebrows slightly as she ate another mouthful.

He laughed. "Your really going to make me say it, aren't't you?" She tilted her head from side to side as if to say, "Yes, Mr. Bartowski, I am."

"Fine, alright, okay, we'll play it your way. A girl like you or more appropriately, a woman like you. Considering you could probably kick the ass off everyone in this joint. And a smart one, at that. And not to mention, cool, and.." He paused and took a deep breath and looked at her like he wanted to ravish her then and there. "Extremely beautiful and.. You can stop me any time with the compliments if they're becoming.. You know."

"No, no, that was very sweet." Well, of course she wanted to say more than that, she felt as if the spy part of her right now was melting away and this was the real Sarah, she felt terrified yet excited, she already knew that she was different person when she was with him. He was amazingly smart and good-looking, he was kind, considerate and funny. She just couldn't't think of the word to some him up.

"Sweet? Golly gee thanks for making me feel like a mate." He joked as she laughed.

"Well, your not so bad yourself." She admitted shyly.

"Please. I'm fantastic." He said sarcastically.

"Yeah." She looked at him intently, "you are." They stared at one another for a few moments, both overcome with emotion for one another.

Chuck had never felt so much for anyone in all his life. Was he in love with her? Is this what real love felt like?

"What would Casey think if we were doing this right now?" Chuck asked randomly after a small silence had ensued.

"It would probably kill him." She smiled.

"Would it?" He wondered aloud.

"Well, he wouldn't be very happy about it would he?"

"No, I guess not." He admitted.

"Hey, look fortune cookies!" He said like a five-year-old boy on Christmas morning. He handed her one.

"Thanks." She said, cracking it open.

"So, does it say where your going next, your new mission?" He asked.

"Actually, it does."

"Really?"

"No, not really." She smiled disbelievingly. "Besides, it doesn't work that way, they'll probably give me a new cover and move me as far from here as possible."

"What if they didn't?" He asked hopefully.

"Chuck, a CIA officer doesn't get to choose."

"You know, I still have an awful lot of secrets in my head. The Limburg Baby, the formula for the new coke.."

"What are you saying, Chuck?" She leaned in so close that they were merely inches away from each other.

"What I've always wanted to say, Sarah."

Sarah closed her eyes as he came nearer to her. He was going to kiss her, this was it. The beginning of her brilliant new world. Or the end of life as she knew it, she was happy with either. She felt his lips on hers and felt her skin prickle to his touch, she placed her hands on the edges of his face and kissed him hard. He slipped his arm around the back of her neck as the kiss deepened. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"Uh hum." They heard someone from above them cough.

They broke apart abruptly but left their hands still holding each others. They came face to face with the expensive-champagne-bottle-up-his-ass waiter.

"Yeah?" Chuck smiled.

"I'm sorry sir." He sniffed, his face as stiff as cardboard. "This is a family restaurant and I don't think a public display of affection like this is very good for the families around you, do you think so?"

Chuck stifled a laugh as he caught Sarah's eye. "Sorry, it won't happen again." He smirked.

"Thank you." He walked off.

"Jesus, how rude was he?" Chuck said, playing with her hand.

"I know, should we just get the cheque?" She raised a playful eyebrow at him.

"Okay."

Five minutes later they were outside of the restaurant with a bottle of wine from the bar. They walked along the street with the darkening sky above them dotted with sparkling stars and a bright, full moon optimistically shining down on them. They walked along the street hand in hand, silently admiring the perfect sky.

"I guess I'll walk you home." He gazed at her.

"Let's take the long route then." She mirrored his glance.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and walked with her. For a moment, nothing else in the world mattered it was just him and her walking along the empty streets with their dreams stretched out in front of them. Then he knew that he'd drop her off home and they would be back to reality. They walked for what seemed like a whole hour but everything felt timeless, like they were floating in a blissful new world.

They were only walking down a simple street but in his head everything was dancing just like he felt he wanted to. All this time he spent all this time yearning for her and now, now she was here wrapped in his arms and he couldn't think of any place he'd rather be.

They came to the outside of her apartment. "Goodnight." He beamed.

"Night, Chuck." She cupped his face and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

"I love you." He thought silently.

He sat bolt upright in bed. His head pounding as each second his dream was slowly slipping away from him but one thought remained. Do I love her?

Review. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've moved house and have been without the internet for a while. Right now I have very little time on my hands but the next will be much better, thanks.