Here is a chapter devoted to Chuck and Sarah. No really heated romance or anything, I thought that it would be a nice change to have some lighter, funner stuff, since this story is a little dark.
Don't own Chuck
Getaway
Three weeks before Jamie's training began…
"Chuck please, I just need like two days. Just you and me. Please." She sniffled.
He took her in his arms as she continued to sob softly, "Okay, two days. We'll go somewhere next weekend, okay? I promise."
Three weeks later…
Chuck still hadn't been able to keep his promise. Being the new team manager meant a lot more responsibility. Sarah wait patiently, understanding his situation, but at the same time, was going stir-crazy. Chuck was so tired when he would get home at night that he would go straight to bed without any supper. Sometimes Sarah would walk into their room and find him asleep atop the covers, fully clothed. She was beginning to think that maybe he needed a vacation more than she did.
Chuck felt horrible about not being able to take her somewhere as he had promised. Sarah really needed it, and so did he. Sarah assured him that it was okay; that the right time would come for them to go, but Chuck knew that it was anything but okay, which is why today, three weeks after he had made the promise, he walked into the apartment. Sarah was lying on the couch reading a magazine, and she looked up when she heard the door open.
"Hey Chuck," she greeted with a smile.
He walked behind the couch and leaned over to kiss her, then he said, "Baby, pack your bags, I got us a vacation."
Sarah sat up, "Really?" she asked, the smile on her face getting wider.
"Really. We're leaving Saturday. And the best part…Wait for it...we get a whole week." He kissed her again, "I have to run, I just came home to tell you. I'll see you tonight. Love you!" He ran back out the door.
"Love you too," Sarah called after him, when he closed the door, she fully sat up, putting her legs over the edge of the couch. She squealed in excitement, she was so happy. A whole week with Chuck—No spies, no secrets, just the two of them, a hotel somewhere, maybe a beach, and a whole bunch of passionate love-making. Then she remembered…Training with Jamie. She promised Casey that she would do it. Her heart sunk to her feet; She couldn't go with Chuck, she had to stay in Burbank.
Suddenly, she had an idea. She was only supposed to be instructing Jamie in self-defense, which any agent could do. Besides, it was only a week, and any self-defense principles that she would learn in her first week, any agent could teach her. She picked up her cell phone and dialed a number, it rang, and it rang, and it rang. Sarah almost hung up, but then someone picked up on the other line—
Hello?
Carina! It's Sarah.
Oh my God! Sarah! How are you?
I'm good; say I have a favor to ask of you, that is, if you're not busy next week.
Actually, I'm between missions, so I would be glad to help. What do you need?
So they settled it. Carina would come next week and fill in for Sarah. Casey, of course wasn't too happy about it, but Sarah reminded him that he wasn't the boss of her.
That Saturday…
"Honey, come on! We need to get going!" Chuck called as he walked back into the apartment after putting his luggage in the car.
"Yeah, Chuck, I'm on my way!" She called from the bathroom, "Could you put my stuff in the car?" Sarah may have been a kick- ass-ninja-super-spy girl when on missions, but she was just like any other normal girl when getting ready to leave for a vacation—The phrase "On my Way" meant, "I need another half hour to forty-five minutes, actually, make it an hour."
"Yeah sure, no problem…" He trailed off when he walked into the bedroom and was met by two enormous suit cases. He walked back out of the room and was met in the hallway by Sarah.
"Didn't the CIA teach you to pack light?" He asked.
Sarah grinned as she walked past him into their room and grabbed one of her suitcases, "This isn't a CIA mission, Chuck; it's a vacation with my boyfriend."
"Sarah, if you bring all those clothes with you, I swear, WE won't be able to fit in the car, even though I borrowed Awesome's SUV."
She just laughed and walked past him again, suitcase rolling behind her, "You'd be surprised, Mr. Bartowski, how much of the stuff in here is really necessary. Just one thing, we're not going to be going anywhere on an airplane, are we?"
Chuck flashed a goofy grin, "No."
"Whew," Sarah breathed a mock sigh of relief, "I seriously don't think that I could have gotten this suitcase past security."
Chuck looked alarmed, "What on earth do you have in there?"
Sarah laughed, "Kidding! Chuck! I was just messing with you!"
Chuck chuckled just a little, but then his face got serious, "Okay, well, come on, we need to get going." He grabbed her other suitcase and went out the door, just in time to see Carina walking up.
"Hey, Chucky," She greeted.
"Fantastic, just amazing," Chuck muttered sarcastically, but then he gave her his friendliest fake grin, "Hello Carina," He greeted back as nicely as he could, but found it hard to hide the menacing tone in his voice, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I…" She began, but just then, Sarah walked up.
"Hey!" Sarah said, "You're here." She hugged Carina before continuing, "Here's the key to the apartment. You can sleep in my room."
"What?" Chuck asked abruptly, "Sarah, what's going on? That's MY room too, ya know!"
Sarah glared at him, "She's here to fill in for me while I'm gone. And if it'll make you feel better, she can sleep in Morgan's room."
Carina just stood there, amusedly watching their banter. Finally, she said, "I'm sure Morgan and I will figure things out. You guys need to hit the road." She brushed past them and walked into the house.
"Wha…" Chuck began.
"Don't even start," Sarah warned as she grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the car, "Come on, we need to get going."
"Oh, so NOW you're in a hurry." Chuck teased.
Finally, they were on the road, they drove in silence for a while, but eventually, Sarah spoke, "So where are we going?"
"Disneyland." Came Chuck's short answer.
Sarah gulped, "Uh, Chuck, you know that if there is one place in the whole world that I hate going to more than Montana, it's Disneyland, don't you?"
Chuck looked at her, a fake surprised expression covering his face, but then it softened, "I was joking, sweetheart," Then he got a real look of surprise, "You hate Montana?"
"I guess 'hate' is a strong word. I think it's depressing. I mean, there's like, nothing there. I'm sure some people like it, but I prefer the big city."
"And why do you hate Disneyland? I mean, I know you hate it, I just never knew why."
"When I was little, my dad took me. Mickey Mouse hugged me and it scared the shit out of me. So there was that, and then I almost fell out of a ride. Then I lost my Dad, and was separated from him for like, six hours. I guess it just holds scary memories for me." Sarah explained
"Hey, I get it."
Sarah changed the subject, "So… Where are we going?''
Chuck grinned and grabbed her hand, "That's for me to know and you to find out."
Chuck had planned a trip to take her up to Northern California. She had always wanted to see the giant redwood trees, and he had always wanted to take her. It was one of the most romantic getaways that she had ever been on; rivaling the time that Bryce had surprised her with a trip to Cabo. No, wait, her trip with Chuck was better because she knew that Chuck really loved her and that Bryce was just trying to get in her pants. Hell, why was she even thinking about Bryce?
The most fun day was when they visited Rockefeller Forest. Sarah had insisted that the hike to the biggest tree, and Chuck agreed, that is, until he realized that the only way to get there was to cross a fallen giant redwood that acted as a bridge across the river, which must have been about a hundred feet across and ten feet above the water.
"Uh, Sarah, I'm not so sure about this…" Chuck said shakily.
"Chuck, it'll be fine. It's perfectly safe, see?" She stepped onto the log and balanced on it.
"Honey, I'd really feel a lot better if we just stayed on firm ground."
"Chuck, please trust me." Sarah implored, "I've wanted to see this tree for a long time, and I want you to be there."
"Fine," Chuck stepped on the log, "But if anything happens to me, it's your fault." Then he muttered under his breath, "Who knew a CIA agent could be such a nut about a stupid tree?"
He continued walking across the tree, not taking his eyes off his feet, which was probably not such a good idea, "Hey, Sarah, I guess this isn't so bad!" He laughed nervously, and then looked up, "Sarah?"
Sarah had already gotten across the log and was standing on the other side waiting for him. Chuck looked behind him and saw that he had only gone about three feet. Sarah was watching him, and realized that he was about to panic, "Chuck!" She called. When he looked up at her, she continued, "It's okay! Just keep looking at me. Just put one foot in front of the other and keep your eyes on me!" Chuck did as he was told, holding his arms out for balance.
"That's right!" Sarah called, "You're doing great!"
Before he knew it, he had made it across the log, and he had done it with no injuries.
"I did it!" He exclaimed as he jumped down into Sarah's arms, "I actually did it!"
Sarah smiled and hugged him back. She loved it when he acted like the loveable man-boy that she had first fallen in love with. Of course she loved him the way he was now too, but when he got all excited about his little accomplishments, it reminded her that spy or not, Chuck would always be her Chuck.
"Okay," Chuck backed away from the embrace, "Now that I'm safely across, we had better go see that tree."
The rest of the day was a lot of fun. They had brought a picnic lunch, and set it up near one of the giant redwoods. They sat near a river and talked, went to a gift shop and bought souvenirs, and then they went to the drive through tree.
"Sarah Lisa," Chuck had said, "I can't believe you are making me pay actual money just so that we can drive through a stupid hollowed-out tree. A ride that is going to take all of five seconds"
Sarah gave Chuck her best puppy-dog eyes and pouty lip.
His expression softened and he chuckled a little, "Fine."
The ride was short, but it was worth it. After they drove through the tree, Sarah got out, and taking one of her well-concealed knives, carved "C&S" with a heart around it on the inside of the trunk. So many people had carved there before that it was hard to tell that she had even added anything, but Chuck still thought that it was one of the sweetest things that Sarah had ever done.
For the rest of the week, they traveled around, staying in shabby motels and making love like it was the last thing keeping the universe together.
On their way back to what Sarah thought was home, she fell asleep in the passenger's seat. Chuck smiled when he saw her. It looked like his Sarah was going to be okay.
Several hours later…
"Sarah," Chuck shook her gently, "Sarah, honey, wake up. We're here."
Sarah groaned a little and half-opened her eyes, "What? Where are we?"
"Barstow."
"Barstow? Why?" She opened her eyes and looked out the window, "Chuck…" She breathed, it's… the motel."
"Mhm. I thought that we could recreate that night, or rather, morning that we were here." He paused and kissed her, "With some major improvements."
And that is exactly what happened.
When they started on their way home the next morning, Sarah not only felt rejuvenated, she felt like a completely different person, ready to take on anything that came her way.
So there's Chapter 19… Hope you enjoyed.
Okay, so the river crossing part… I took that from something that actually happened to me when I visited Rockefeller forest earlier this year. That tree crossing the river actually does exist, and I crossed it, even though I am severely acrophobic. It was crazy scary… If you've ever been there, you probably know what I mean.
I don't know if Chuck is actually afraid of heights, but in my story, I guess he is!
Oh, and Carina will be back, maybe even several times.
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