As much as I love the fluff (which I so do), I introduce Sarah's sworn enemy, Jill! (Cue evil music)This chapters' mostly about Sarah's newfound jealously, something I don't think she's properly experienced before now.

I really don't want to do Chuck's POV in this, I dislike his actions in this episode. But I will.

Chapter 18 (Whoa)

All that Sarah could see were bright yellow coats, marked with FBI on them, she wondered what the hell was going on in that room and she prayed Chuck was okay. Suddenly the door opened, followed by a puff of smoke and Chuck floated into the room with a huge grin on his face. She had never felt so proud of anyone in all of her life, she tried to see him properly but he was lost in a crowd of praises.

Suddenly he caught her eye for a moment and she gave him her biggest smile ever - but it wasn't forced, she couldn't help it. Then, his attention was diverted by Jill. She watched at they spoke a little and exchanged meaningful glances, but then she couldn't see anymore, people kept walking past. She told herself everything would be okay, it always was.

Then, he leant towards her and her heart stopped for a moment. No - he couldn't, he wouldn't. Not the person that broke his heart, that took him years and years to get over, and clearly he still wasn't. But Chuck couldn't do that to her - she felt it - her heart was about to shatter. Chuck brought his head closer to Jill's and suddenly they were kissing. No, no, no. This wasn't happening.

How could he do this to her? The man she was deeply in love with had taken her heart, tore it to pieces and stamped on it some more. You didn't do that to somebody you love. She couldn't prevent the lump from rising in her throat, and the tears stinging in her eyes. She had to turn and walk away, she felt for her car keys in her pocket, she lifted them out into her hand and walked out.

Chuck couldn't believe he was kissing Jill, the woman who had indeed made his life a misery for the past five years. He didn't feel any of what he felt with Sarah - it was just an impulse but still impossible to turn away from, he waited for what he felt with Sarah to come naturally with Jill but it didn't. There was barely a glint of light let alone a spark.

With Sarah he felt on top of the world, like anything could happen. His heart would pound against his chest and butterflies would flutter all over his body so that he had goosebumps, he didn't know how he knew, but he just knew they had something special. It was so intense, he felt it with her, she was the one. But if something like that only came once in a lifetime, what the hell was he doing with Jill?

Gradually, he pulled away, he sort of forgot she was there. And then the realisation hit him like a punch in the face. Sarah had been there, she had seen him. Did he just forget? He couldn't believe what a dick he'd been. There he was moping about how in love with Sarah he was and then he went and kissed Jill. He didn't mean to - he just liked the feeling of being somewhere familiar, he thought that if he kissed her it would feel like it did in the old days, but it didn't it felt wrong, he was thinking about Sarah the whole time.

Suddenly he saw her, pushing her way through the crowds, heading in the direction of her car, her shoulders were low and sloping, her hands almost dragging at her sides like an ape and her walk was sad and disappointed. He knew her so well that he could just tell she was hurt, he felt a sharp stab of guilt knowing that he'd hurt her but also he guiltily felt a little rush knowing that she cared.

Sarah felt tears pelting down her face, hot and wet and taking her carefully applied make up with it. She just kept seeing the image in her head over and over again like a movie, she almost punched her own head in frustration, she wanted to stop torturing herself, but it was like some evil part of her wanted to see it, so she had no control. Each time this happened a fatal waterfall of hurt would flood down her and attack all of her vital organs, it was worse that a shotgun to her chest, at least that could be fixed - she couldn't.

She regretted falling in love right now. She forgot it came with all this hurt, but it wasn't like a childish crush it was much more intense, it wasn't like when she was a teenager and a boy hurt her and she would cry for a few days at least. But it hurt so much more than that and she felt her whole body aching, she just wanted the ground to swallow her up.

Her tears were coming thick and fast now as the lump in her throat rose and broke, she found herself full blown sobbing, and then she felt a hand on her shoulder but she knew who it was without even turning around. She couldn't believe that she, super tough spy Sarah Walker had let herself cry, but she was damned if he was going to see her like this.

"Chuck." She said staring at the ground.

"Sarah, I don't know what happened I-" He started.

Suddenly anger overcame her like a wave. She embraced it with a passion. "You don't need to explain." She said angrily, still staring at the rectangle slabs, aligned perfectly together to create her getaway path, because that was all she wanted right now was to be alone. She had only just come to terms with being emotional, she couldn't take the pain of sharing it with him.

"But I do! I honestly don't know what came over me!" He tried to explain.

She looked up finally. "Why should you though? It's not like we're together or anything! Why the hell would I care? Are you so arrogant that you think I would give a flying crap? You kiss whoever you want, it had nothing to do with me!" She shouted, but then took a step back, surprised at her own anger, of course she hadn't meant a word of it. She was just so incredibly wounded, she needed to get all the hurt out.

Chuck was very taken back by this, though if she had done the same to him, boy, would he be much worse. "Don't say that, I know you're doing it because your angry!"

"I'm not. You're just my asset and nothing more than that, all you are to me is part of the job." She snapped. Chuck felt a sharp stab in his chest, he knew she was lying, she had to be.

"You don't mean it." He replied feebly.

"I do, you stupid dick!" She screamed.

"Fine!" He felt anger rising in him despite his circumstances. "You know what? Jill's much better for me than you would ever be!"

"Just piss off!" She spat.

"Gladly." He turned and headed back and immediately felt deflated. He wanted to turn around and shout that he hadn't meant any of it. He loved her with every fibre of his being, why did he say that? He hoped she knew he hadn't meant a word of it. Then though, maybe he was better for Jill, it was far less complicated, maybe Sarah had meant what she said. He sighed and went in search for Jill.

Sarah sat in her car and cried angry tears. She felt frustrated, worse than before because she felt angry and like crying her heart out. She punched her steering wheel and the tears sprang again. She prayed so, so hard that this could be fixed.

Again, it's all part of the rollercoaster. I am a die hard Charah shipper but everyone has their arguments right? Buckle up, I think we're halfway through the ride. Review please!