Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
She continued to walk around the…village. That's all she could call it. No one seemed upset. No one seemed mad. She didn't know how. She was fighting rage inside her. She wanted to lash out for being kept against her will.
She noticed that she was one of the youngest of everyone she saw. Everyone did seem to be older. She turned a corner and found a park, and stopped. There she saw families. Moms and Dads with their kids, running around the park, swinging on swings, and sliding down slides.
She stood there, trying to grasp how anyone could raise a family, here.
"I know that look," she heard behind her. She turned, and saw a woman, that she did not know. "First day?" Sarah nodded, refusing to speak. The woman chuckled. "Oh, you're just like I was. Mad that your independence has been taken away."
Sarah was silent for a moment. "No one owns me."
"They've always owned you," the woman countered, making Sarah's eyes go wide. "Think about it. Sure, we got to do small things we wanted to do, but what was our life? Hmmm? What was our life?"
Sarah was silent, thinking. She had done so much, but all of it was under orders.
"You were a weapon," the older woman said softly, and Sarah could not argue. "You were pointed at where you were needed and fired. You went in, killed someone, created civil unrest, stole secrets, planted something…" she trailed off. "You've always been a prisoner."
"I have not," Sarah retorted.
The woman snorted. "Honey, all we've ever done is what someone else told us to do. We've been caged, but not like we were in a small room. We were caged like a tiger, or some wild animal in a theme park in Florida. We got to roam free, or so we thought. We never tested the edges to see how far we could go. We were trapped, and didn't have the good sense to realize it."
Sarah swallowed, there was truth in what the woman was saying.
"Here, yes, we can't leave, but we can live. We can love, we can have families, we can do jobs that aren't destruction, or we can simply read all those books we swore we would." The woman was silent for a second looking at the playground.
"And we are able to be with anyone we want that lives here," she said softly. Sarah turned to her, and Sarah knew, whoever this woman was, she knew. "It's not only allowed, but encouraged. No one is forced to be with anyone else."
Sarah thought about that, and then studied the woman that was in front of her. "You're the mother to the woman in that video."
"Guilty as charged," Mrs. Roberts said, shrugging. "And I know, right now, you want to fight your way out of here, but think about it. You get to have a normal life, with a normal husband, and normal kids." Sarah stood there. "Or a wife, if that's your preference…but we both know it's not."
Sarah hated the smugness of the woman in front of her.
"With a man who won't run off for the next big score," Mrs. Roberts said softly.
"You shut your damn mouth!" Sarah snapped.
"A father's love…or lack of it, shapes a girl until her dying day," Mrs. Roberts said softly. Sarah fought everything in her to keep from attacking this woman. "He's a good man."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sarah told her.
Mrs. Roberts laughed. "So that's how you're going to play it." Mrs. Roberts shook her head. "I tried to tell them."
"You're one of them," Sarah accused.
"Sarah, we're all one of them," Mrs. Roberts told her. "Look around, scout everything out. He's on his way, and then…then you finally get to leave that life behind."
Sarah hated herself right now. She could see a future…with him… Would it be so awful to have two or three kids, playing on a playground, everyone happy, safe, protected?
"You've given enough, it's time for you," Mrs. Roberts said softly. "It's time for you to get yours, and what are you giving up? Crime, corruption? You're 'stuck' here? To finally have the peace and quiet you've always wanted?"
"You sell a fantasy," Sarah said softly, but intensely, but she heard her voice wavering.
"You say that, but your heart betrays you," Mrs. Roberts said. "You want that life. You know that you deserve that life." Sarah kept her mouth shut, not trusting herself to respond. "Enjoy it."
Mrs. Roberts walked away, leaving Sarah by herself. "Where are you?" she asked softly. She had to get him and get out of here. Because if she didn't she was afraid she'd never leave.
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"I figured you'd be on your way to her," Jill said, walking in like she owned the place.
"Jill, leave," Number 6 told her. Jill smirked. "Why are you here?"
"Because I was told to be," Jill said. Number 6 looked at the monitor, and saw Jill's mom with Sarah. "Oh, look, my mom is talking to your girlfriend."
"She is not my girlfriend," Number 6 replied, watching the interaction between the two.
"She can be," Jill said with a shrug. "Unless you've changed your mind about us."
"We could be the last man and woman alive and I would not change our mind about us," Number 6 replied.
Jill laughed. "Well, your girlfriend awaits," she said, as she sauntered out of the room. Number 6 stood there, watching the monitor.
"Why did you come?" he asked softly. He left the room, and headed toward where he last saw Sarah. He got to the playground, and looked around for her. He saw her. He walked up to her, and as if she sensed him, she turned around.
"Finally, there you are," she told him.