A/N: Hi. I know, I've been a little MIA this summer, but…it's been a summer. Trying to get back to posting at least once a week if not twice. I'll do my best, but, life likes to life, you know. Anywhoosel, thanks for coming back. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Sarah was sitting in the interview area.

"I… Okay. I was there when this happened. It did happen, but…" She trailed off, and shook her head, searching for words. "I get it. I get the skepticism, but… it happened."

"Are we talking Bigfoot, or you two?" Morgan's voice came from behind the camera. She gave him a flat look. "Right, sorry."

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Chuck was nearly asleep when he heard it. It was the unmistakable sound of a rock hitting the temporary shelter. His eyes opened wide, terror on his face. "OH MY GOD SARAH! THEY'RE THROWING ROCKS AT US!"

"Walker! Shut him up!" Casey hissed from his shelter. Sarah was beside him in a second, her hand over his mouth. His eyes were wide, terrified.

"Chuck," she said softly. "You're going to be okay, I promise." The look on his face said he did not believe her. More rocks hit the shelter, and he made a muffled scream into her hand. "Chuck!" she hissed.

"Walker! Shut him up, whatever it takes!" Casey barked.

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The camera cut to Chuck sitting in the interview area. He sat there a moment, grinned, and shrugged as if to say, what do you do?.

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"Sarah, I'm so sorry," he began, softly, but panic coursed through him. Another rock hit the side of the shelter, making him jump. He would have yelped, but Sarah put her hand back over his mouth, so he couldn't. She removed it, and watched him helplessly, seeing the terror in his eyes. "I drug you out here and you're going to get killed, and it's not fair. You finally got away from the CIA, and now, you're gonna die because of my stupid ass, and a Bigfoot that no one thought was real, but apparently is real and OH MY GOD!" The last scream was due to multiple rocks hitting the shelter at that time.

"Walker!" Casey growled.

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The camera cut to Sarah sitting in the interview area. She was silent, as she is searching for words.

"He did tell me to shut him up," Sarah finally said. "It worked."

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"I'm so sorry," he began. He opened his mouth to speak more, when another, bigger rock, hit the shelter. She saw his eyes go wide, him beginning to yell again. She grabbed his cheeks, and then he wasn't yelling at all. He couldn't, because she was kissing him like he had never been kissed in his life.

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The camera cut to Casey sitting in the interview area.

"As long as he was quiet, I didn't give two good shits what they did," Casey said with a shrug.

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Chuck's brain was confused. It was simultaneously terrified and as happy as it had been in a long time. He wondered if this is how Jeff felt on a regular basis. He was cold, but there was a fire burning in him, and what felt like a furnace pressed against him. He wanted to yell in fear, and moan in pleasure. He heard something hit the wall of the thingy he was in that he couldn't think of the name of, but for some reason, he just did not care.

The two softest lips he had ever felt were pressed against his. That much he could comprehend. What he couldn't comprehend was the body pressing against his. Solid, muscular, and yet… yet overwhelmingly soft and comforting. He felt one of the hands leave his face and slide around his neck, pulling him in closer. How it was possible for him to be pulled in closer, he didn't know, but it did.

A louder sound hit the wall, and Chuck found himself waving in its direction as if to say go on, leave us alone, throw rocks at someone else, ya bigfoot… wait. He pulled away, and remembered where he was.

Sarah put her finger to her lips to remind him to stay quiet. He nodded. She was still pressed against him. "You're safe," she said softly. And he didn't know why, but God, he believed her.

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The camera cut to Chuck sitting in the interview area.

"My parents… left Ellie and I," Chuck began. "For years it was just us, sometimes Morgan helped where he could… but for years, I had no one else to rely on." He was silent for a moment, then looked up into the camera. "Sarah Walker had made a choice, and I had to know why. I had to know why she chose what she chose. Was it to keep me quiet, and keep us safe? And-and if it was… if it was, I respected that." He was silent again. "But there was a part of me, a large part of me… hell, all of me, that wanted her to tell me, she chose me." He was silent for a second, looked away, and then looked back into the camera. "It had been a long time since someone chose me." He was silent again. "But I was terrified of what the answer was. That she hadn't chosen me."

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They lay there, in the silence. She threaded her fingers through his. She felt him… not jerk away, but lay there in shock. Was it the shock of her kissing him, the shock of them being attacked, or… or was it the shock of her having feelings for him?

She could see well enough to read the confusion that was all over his face. This was not a mission. She was allowed to do what it was she wanted to do, with him. That didn't scare her. What scared her was how much she genuinely cared about him. She was attracted to him, sure, but deep, deep down, there was a connection there she had never felt with anyone else.

She blew out a breath as softly as she could. They were going to be together for a while, and she had decided. She had kissed him. There were many things she could have done, but the truth was, in that moment, when he feared that they were going to die – and she could tell by the look on his face, that was exactly what he thought was going to happen – in that moment, he was sorry she didn't get to have her life. That she was going to die there, with him. It awoke something in her. Fine, it was already awake. He just poured rocket fuel on the embers inside of her.

She had wanted to kiss him. She glanced at him again. He deserved to know that.

"Sorry for that," Sarah began softly, with a wince.

"You know, it was a choice," Chuck replied. She couldn't laugh. She couldn't let herself. This was a serious conversation, in a serious circumstance. If she laughed, Casey would get really mad. "And I must say an effective choice. One I had never considered." She was fighting laughter when he added, "Also quite enjoyable."

"It was," she agreed. She felt his body tense again, and she continued to hold him tight. She was making a choice right here and now. "So, probably not the best place to have this conversation…"

"You mean you think talking about stuff while a non-existent Bigfoot is throwing very existent rocks at us?" Chuck asked.

"Chuck, I'm trying to be serious," Sarah told him.

"Sarah, I am too," Chuck replied. "Now, am I adding a bit of levity because I am scared out of my God-loving mind, yes. But at this point it's pee myself, which you might not like given as close as we are, or scream again. To be honest, I'm wondering if I scream again if you'll kiss me – and I just gotta be honest, because fear – I'm kinda okay with that."

"Me kissing you? You're okay with that?" Sarah asked.

"I mean… one, have you met you? Two, you're quite good at it. And three…" He trailed off.

"What about three?" Sarah asked.

"I kinda feel like we've got a little… a little something, between us," Chuck said. Sarah was quiet. "Well, that was uncomfortable. I think I'm going to go outside and give him a better target to throw rocks at." He actually started to move, when he was quite forcefully pulled tighter against her. "That's a no on outside?"

"You think you can say all those things you said to me, then kiss me that well, while we're being attacked, and I'm just going to let you walk out there and get pelted with rocks?" Sarah asked.

He sat there a second, playing all that in his head. "What are you saying?"

"I think you are quite aware of what I'm saying," Sarah retorted.

"Sarah," he began, almost pleading.

"I'm saying I like you, Chuck Bartowski," Sarah told him.

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The camera cut to Chuck sitting in the interview area.

"I'm telling you, that if Bigfoot had made its way into that shelter right then and there, I would have beat it in a fist fight," Chuck said to the camera. "And I honestly believed that. But…"

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The door flew open, and Chuck shrieked.

"Jesus Christ, Bartowski, you sound like a frightened eight-year-old girl that just realized a stick was a praying mantis!" Casey growled. "You two okay?"

"Yes," Chuck said, having recovered. "Why are you out there? Get in here before you get hit in the head with a rock!"

"Rocks haven't been flying for a while," Casey said, giving Sarah a look.

"Let's go check the damage," Sarah said, grabbing her flashlight. The three went outside to check the shelters. "Look at that," she said, gently feeling the indentions on the shelters. She looked around, swinging the flashlight. "Where are the rocks?"

"Maybe they ricocheted off," Casey offered. "They hit with some force."

"Now do you believe in Bigfoot?" Chuck asked.

"No," Casey scoffed. "Some kids, or drunk campers messing with us."

"Well, where are they?" Chuck asked.

"My bet is some local kids in the village we were at heard we were coming, and decided to have some fun at our expense," Casey explained. "Now they are heading back home, or camping somewhere."

Chuck started to retort, but Sarah laid her hand on his arm, and he went silent. "Get some sleep, Casey, we have some work to do tomorrow," Sarah said gently. Casey grunted, heading into his shelter. She looked over at Chuck, who was watching the tree line. "What are you thinking?"

"He was watching us today when we got off of the boat," Chuck said softly. "You didn't run me off!" he yelled at the woods. Sarah chuckled. The chuckle died on her lips as she heard what Chuck had earlier describe as a tree knock. "You know, we should probably get back inside," Chuck said. Sarah nodded, and they hurried back inside the structure.

A/N: Oh my. What happens next? You think I know? Finnneee

Next time:

"You okay?"

"Did I…did I…" he looked at her and then back at himself. They were both clothed, and it seemed like they had taken two sleeping bags and made one big one out of it.

"Chuck," she said, with an amused sigh. "Remember last night? Rocks flying, you having trouble sleeping, me telling you to sleep with me so that if something happened I could make sure and keep you quiet so we wouldn't get hurt."

He sat there, remembering how she had in fact quieted him. "When you say keep me quiet?" he asked, trailing off. He couldn't speak because he saw an amused grin on her face and he thought his head and heart might explode.

Huh….well, this might get interesting. Take care fam, see you soon.