A/N: Here is the second chapter. I know a few of you out there don't really like this episode, but please give my version a shot :) Read to the end if you want some fluffiness.

Chapter 2

Stephen Bartowski snatched the Norseman out of Vivian Volkoff's hands and dismantled it.

"It's too late, Stephen. It's too late." She laughs heartily. Stephen delivers a blow to her face, causing her to fall over unconscious. He then turned his attention back to the Norseman. Being the person that created the Norseman, he knew that dismantling it could reduce its effects. The subject would suffer the symptoms, but would not be in any danger of dying. But to completely recover, the subject would need the antidote.

The antidote. He thought to himself. He'd created one just in case something went wrong - if something like this happened. Now where did I put the antidote? He ransacked through the drawers of the room he'd inhibited for the past year. I remember putting it in one of these drawers...now if I can only find the right one.

"Sarah! No, baby, NO!" Chuck cried as Sarah fell limp in his arms.

"Someone call 911!" Ellie cried as she ran towards her brother and his fiancé. "HURRY!"

Yes. Here it is. Stephen held up a vial containing a green serum.

An alarm sounded. Stephen knew he had to get out if he was to get the antidote to Sarah. He pocketed the vial, grabbed Vivian's phone out of her pocket and ran. He ran to what seemed like an exit, and pushed the doors as hard as he could.

He found himself standing on a street. This street looks familiar. I've been here before.

He heard faint cries of distress coming from his left.

"SARAH. CAN YOU HEAR ME? STAY WITH ME. SARAH!"

He started following the sounds. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. His mind clicked. Chuck and Ellie live on this street. It's Chuck's voice. I'm almost there. He broke into a run. Sure enough, the courtyard soon came into his sight. He ran through the gates and into the courtyard, where there was a large crowd gathered around the fountain.

"Excuse me. May I get through? This is important." Stephen pushed his way through the crowd. The sight he saw broke his heart. Chuck was sitting on the floor with tears spilling down his cheeks. He was cradling Sarah in his arms.

"Chuck." A tear-strickened Chuck looked up.

"Dad? Wha...what? Dad?" Chuck stuttered. He was baffled. "Dad, aren't you dead? Are you my dad..or are you - "

"Charles. There isn't time." He cut his son off. "Here. Take the antidote." He hands his son the vial containing the green serum. "Get it into her system. She'll be fine."

Chuck hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the vial out of his father's hands, then turned his attention back to Sarah. He called his sister over, who'd been trying to find a first aid kit. "Ellie! Help! I have to get this into Sarah's system." Ellie came running with the first aid kit in her hands. "What? Chuck...are you sure?" "Yes." Chuck replied. "Dad said so." "Dad? Chuck, are you sure you - " Ellie questioned her brother. She looked around, but she couldn't see any trace of her father. After Stephen handed the antidote to Chuck, he'd slithered away whilst no one was watching because he was ashamed.

"ELLIE. JUST DO IT. Please." Chuck pleaded.

"If you say so." Ellie shrugged her shoulders and set down the first aid kit she'd been holding. She opened it and found a needle and a syringe. She sterilized the needle and filled the syringe with the serum. She then proceeded find sterilize a spot on Sarah's arm.

Chuck watched all of this. Although he was normally terrified of needles, he would do anything for Sarah. As he stroked Sarah's head, he repeatedly thought to himself that the needle is going to help save Sarah. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Sarah's temple. He whispered into Sarah's ear. "Please be fine baby. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Chuck. Ready?" Ellie asked. Chuck nodded his head. Ellie sterilized the needle once more, and then injected it into Sarah's arm. Chuck winced, but didn't look away. She slowly pressed down on the stopper.

A few hours later...

Chuck lay in bed with Sarah resting on his shoulder. He held an ice pack to her head to lower her temperature. Surely enough, she was slowly recovering and regaining consciousness.

He closed his eyes. He was confused. Was that really dad? But I saw him die. Wait...why did he leave after he gave me the antidote? And how did he know Sarah had been targeted by the Norseman?

"Chuck." A raspy yet gentle voice brought him out of his thoughts. He opened his eyes and saw Sarah looking at him.

"Sarah." A wave of relief rushed over him. "Sarah. You're ok." He brought his hand to her cheek and gently stroked it. "You had me worried."

Sarah smiled. "Chuck Bartowski. You're not getting rid of me that easily. In fact, after our wedding tomorrow, you'll be stuck with me forever."

Chuck chuckled. "Yes. I shall be forced to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Forced? Is it really that bad?" Sarah quipped as she lightly punched him.

"Hmm, that was a pretty decent punch, considering that you were deathly sick just a few mere hours ago." Chuck retorted playfully back.

Sarah rolled over so that her back faced Chuck. She still had a smile plastered over her face.

"Aww...now honey, don't get mad at me." Chuck said jokingly as he used his hands to roll Sarah back over. Sarah tried to keep a straight face but Chuck saw straight through her. Chuck proceeded to tickle her until she burst into fits of giggles.

"Come here baby." Chuck said seductively as he pulled her close and brought his lips to meet hers.

A/N: So. How was this chapter? Please review :)

SPOILER. Next chapter: A wedding with unexpected guests.