A/N: This is one of those that if I do it right, people are going to want more. I am so hesitant to do it, yet, it won't leave me alone. Strap in. This OTP, I simply call, Chuck

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Chuck, can you hear me?" He recognized that voice. He would know her voice anywhere…Sarah Walker…maybe Sarah Bartowski. He wasn't sure, because the last thing he remembered was her telling him to kiss her, and he did. As he kissed her it felt like a light exploded around them, enveloping them.

"Don't try and speak just yet," he heard her say. He opened his eyes and blinked. He couldn't help but smile at the sight he saw before him. She was there in a pink blouse and charcoal skirt, looking almost exactly as she had when he had seen her at the Buy More long ago. The difference was she had a doctor's coat on. He looked around and saw he was in a hospital room.

She looked younger, much like she had when they first met those five years ago. The smile on her face filled him with warmth. "You're dying to say something, I can tell. Go ahead, but don't be shocked if your voice doesn't work correctly or at all. You've hurt your head."

Chuck tried to nod but felt some pain in the back of his head. "Do," he began, and felt and heard the raspiness in his voice. "Do you remember?"

She gave him an amused, quizzical look. "I remember everything just fine, do you remember?"

"Nothing past the beach," he managed to get out. He cleared his throat, and watched her face. He knew that look. That was the look of something wasn't right. It wasn't wrong, but something just wasn't right. "How long?"

"How long have you been here?" she clarified. Chuck nodded. "Five days."

Chuck tried to remember hitting his head, but couldn't. He glanced around and saw it was only them. He gave her a look, hoping she could read it. She chuckled at him and shook her head. "I don't know what you want me to say or do."

"Is the room bugged?" he asked softly. She pulled her chin back, surprise on her face. "Sorry," he continued. "Didn't know how to ask that in code."

"The room shouldn't be bugged," Sarah answered carefully.

"You didn't check?" Chuck asked. "You know how they are."

"You're safe here, Chuck," she answered quickly, concern on her face. "I need you to trust me."

"Alway," Chuck replied, almost automatically. "I'll always trust you, Sarah."

A warm smile grew on her face, and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Thanks," she said, almost shyly. What was going on? Sarah was never like this, well, not since…Chuck blinked and looked at her closely.

"Are you going to bust me out of here?" he asked. Sarah snorted. "What?"

"Since I'm the one that put you in here, I will discharge you when you are ready to go home," she told him, a grin on her face. "I don't think anyone will need to bust you out. Now, are you ready to see Ellie, or do we need to talk about what happened first?"

"About Quinn?" Chuck asked. "You said you remembered."

"Who is Quinn?" Sarah asked him. "Wait, you mean nurse Quinn that had to help strap you down?"

"Strap me down?" Chuck asked, his eyes wide. "Why did I have to be strapped down?"

Sarah was quiet for a moment. "Okay, do you remember your birthday party?" Chuck stared at her. "The one where Bryce sent you the electronic card that you opened in your email?" Chuck nodded. "It caused a seizure, Chuck."

"What?" Chuck replied, stunned.

"It caused a seizure and you fell backwards, hitting your head on the edge of the bed frame," Sarah continued. She walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed. She studied him a second and took his hand. "I need you to know I normally don't get this…close or intimate with patients. Your sister used to jokingly call me the 'Ice Queen'. I was supposed to come to your party, but there was an emergency here and I was detained. Your sister wanted us to meet and…" she trailed off.

"She wanted us to go out," Chuck finished for her. "She did that…a lot."

"Yeah, I know," Sarah said, chuckling. "She knew I had dated your co-worker…partner, whatever he is."

Chuck was silent a second. "Bryce isn't a CIA agent or an accountant," he muttered.

"What?" she asked, shock on her face.

He turned to her. "I'm guessing you aren't either," Chuck continued. "Did I have seizures while I was unconscious?" Sarah nodded. "A lot?" Sarah nodded again. "Oh, God, every time I thought it was the Intersect flashing, I was having a seizure."

"We had to get pressure off of your brain," Sarah began.

"A Craniectomy," Chuck said. Sarah nodded.

"After that, they stopped…and then they started back," Sarah told him. "Your mom and I…we argued about when to reverse it. Poor Ellie…"

"Mom and Dad are alive," Chuck said softly. He looked at her. "They're alive."

"Yes, your parents are alive," Sarah told him, grinning. "You're currently living with your sister while you do renovations on the house you bought, remember?"

"Starting too," Chuck said nodding. He couldn't help feel a little sad.

"Hey, you're gonna be okay," she told him. He nodded, his head down. "Chuck, I promise."

"Oh, I know," he said, looking up at her. "It's just…nevermind."

"So, what was going on in your head?" she asked. "For scientific reasons," she added, grinning.

"Scientific reasons?" Chuck asked, returning the grin. "Not a lot."

"I don't believe you," Sarah told him. "But, your sister misses you, so, let me get her, and you and I will continue this later."

"You're the doc…Doc." Sarah grinned at him, patted his hand, got up, and left the room.

"So?" Ellie asked as Sarah came outside, shutting his door behind her.

Sarah couldn't help herself, she tucked her hair behind her ear. "So, do you think it would be unethical after he's released from my care to ask him out?"

"You better," Ellie told her. "Is he okay?"

Sarah looked back at the door. "He apparently has gone through some things in his head," Sarah said, looking back at Ellie. "He might need to talk to someone."

"Maybe a certain doctor that doesn't have him under her care anymore?" Ellie asked, grinning. "But physically?"

"He'll be fine, Ellie," Sarah told her. "His last MRI looks good. His motor functions seem to be normal. It may take a bit to get back to 100% but considering we almost lost him…" Sarah trailed off. "He told me he trusted me."

"That's what Chuck Bartowski does, Sarah," Ellie told her. "Now, I need to see him, but, after that, I think you need to see him."

"I will, professionally," Sarah told her.

Ellie paused at the door. "I was thinking more unprofessionally," Ellie said with a wink. Sarah couldn't help but grin. She thought that might be the best idea she had heard in a while.

A/N: Yeah, I know EXACTLY what you're all going to say. Take care, protect yourself and your loved ones.