I don't own Chuck

"You know he used to tell me if he was a spy, he would have a smooth name, like Charles Carmichael," Ellie said, working on the cut above Sarah's eye that she suffered in the explosion. Sarah snorted. That sounded exactly like him. How could someone, get so far under her skin, past her walls and barriers in such a short time.

"I can't believe he's gone," Sarah said.

"Well, until they find the body, I refuse to believe so," Ellie told her. She looked around, to make sure they were alone, leaned in, and then spoke softly. "He had downloaded the Intersect to give himself skills." Ellie straightened up and watched as Sarah's eyes widened. Ellie shrugged. "He really believed you couldn't go too far for love.

}o{

Within hours, heads of intelligence agencies from around the world began to appear in the village. Some were aware of the existence of the village, but most…most were not.

"Should have known it would be you right in the middle of all of this," Sarah heard behind her. She turned and saw Graham walking toward her. "Do I even want to know how many former agents are here?"

"No you don't," Mary said, walking up beside Sarah. "Langston."

"Mary Bartowski?" Langston said, taking off his sunglasses and looking at her in shock.

"Honey and Woody are here as well," Mary told him.

"So is Bryce," Sarah added. Langston looked from one to the other. "This is big Langston."

Langston nodded. "So, I'm guessing you resignation had something to do with getting here?" Langston asked.

"It did, but I'm still retired," Sarah told him. "In fact, I'm thinking of getting away."

"Oh, somewhere nice?" Langston asked.

"Some call it Heaven," Sarah told him. Mary beamed at her.

}o{

Two months later

Sarah had returned to the United States, gave her statement, and then spent the next two weeks disappearing. There was no trace of Sarah Walker. A funeral was held for Chuck Bartowski, but Sarah didn't attend. She couldn't. She had to believe. It took some time to get to where she was going, staying off of conventional systems. She wanted no one to find her.

As she walked into the village, she couldn't help but smile. If you didn't know where to look, this would look like any other village, but she saw his traces everywhere. She felt Chuck Bartowski in this place. A man approached her, a wary look on his face. "I don't know you, and if I don't know you, that means no one else here knows you."

"Well see, that's the thing, I think I do know someone here," Sarah replied. "I think the man who helped provide things here is someone I know."

"Oh, that man was Chuck Bartowski, but he died, it was truly terrible," the man told her.

"Oh, Chuck Bartowski, huh?" Sarah asked. She looked past him, and saw an island, off in the distance. She saw the small house on the island, and she couldn't help but grin. "I wasn't talking about Chuck Bartowski."

"Oh?" The man replied. "Then who were you talking about?"

"Charles Carmichael," Sarah replied.

"Charles Carmichael," the man parroted. "May I ask, what is your name?"

"Well, that's a good question, because it seems I have disappeared," Sarah replied. The man didn't change his expression, but something felt…different. "I would have to trust you to tell you that name. No one knows I'm here. I have come here to find Mr. Carmichael."

"And why are you here to find Mr. Carmichael?"

"Because I love him," Sarah replied. "You can't go too far for love."

"No," the man agreed, nodding. "No you cannot. You know, I have heard the stories of a woman, who must have been seven feet tall. Eyes the color of the ocean, the deepest parts. Hair, like sun had kissed her head."

"She sounds amazing," Sarah said.

"The man who told me about her, talked about her in such a reverence that…that I thought he was hallucinating," the man admitted.

"Maybe he had been injured in an accident…an explosion even," Sarah suggest.

"Maybe," the man agreed. "The way he said her name, in such reverent…hushed tones…It was clear, he was in love."

"I need to tell you something," Sarah said. "I'm going to tell you my name, but when I do, if you do anything to double cross or deceive me….I am a woman who does not know where to stop where love is concerned."

"That sounds like a threat," the man replied.

"It is not a threat, it is a solemn promise." The man nodded. "My name is Sarah Walker." The man nodded, turned, and looked at the small island. He turned back to Sarah.

"How do you feel about a boat ride?" Sarah smiled.

}o{

She stepped off the boat, her heart fluttering. The man pushed off, and headed back to the main land. She headed toward the house, grinning, hearing someone around front, where she could not see, scrambling. "You know, it's nothing I haven't seen before," she said out loud.

"Well you haven't seen mine," came the reply. She chuckled and heard him clear his throat. "Actually…I guess you have." She came around the side of the house, and there he stood, a towel wrapped around him. "I feel like we've done this before."

She didn't say anything, she just crossed the distance between them, and kissed him. She pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "Where have you been?"

"You know it does take a minute to disappear," Sarah said. She noticed he tightened the grip on his towel. "I mean you have to know you're wasting your time."

"Listen," he began. "We don't need sand…in places…you know?"

"I'm willing to chance it," Sarah told him. "Mr. Carmichael."

"Please, call me Chuck."

"Always," she told him.

"God, I've missed you," he told her. She took his hand and led him inside. "What about the sand?"

"We have the rest of our lives for that," Sarah answered, and led him inside.