102a/n: Ch 7, Fake Name
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"You okay, Sweetie?" Chuck asked keeping his eyes on Shaw as he bounced from one foot to the other.
"Doing better by the second," she replied. "How's the memory?"
"I know why I kept remembering that song earlier, Can't Fight the Moonlight," Chuck explained. "I really like that song."
"I'm quite fond of it myself," Sarah replied.
"SHUT UP!" Shaw yelled, pulling his gun on Sarah.
"Hey, let's do this mano y mano," Chuck said. "It would kill her to see you hurt her fiancé."
Shaw's eyes glimmered. "Or, I just shoot you in the knee," he said, whipping the gun toward Chuck.
Shaw had the new Intersect, but the problem was, he didn't have an assimilated one. Chuck was already moving to his right as Shaw swung his weapon towards Chuck. By the time Shaw pulled the trigger, Chuck had already moved out of that spot, and his hand was coming down onto Shaw's wrist. A cracking noise was heard as the gun hit the ground and skittered across the floor.
"ARRRGGH!" Shaw screamed, holding his wrist.
"Ow," Sarah said with no emotion in her voice. "That sounded like it was broken. Did that hurt? It sounded like it hurt."
"Shaw, you don't have to do this. Graham had your wife killed," Chuck told him. "He did it, to punish you for not joining the Intersect team."
Daniel lunged toward Chuck, leading with his left. Chuck spun inside him, hitting him where the shoulder and arm connected, making Shaw's eyes water, and his left arm useless.
"I don't want to hurt you," Chuck told him.
"Sweetie, you're kind of messing him up, not wanting to hurt him," Sarah chided.
"Wall-E says there's a ninety-five percent chance he will kill one of us if I don't incapacitate him," Chuck explained.
"Wall-E?" Sarah asked, an eyebrow raised.
"It's wrong," Shaw growled, trying to kick Chuck's head off. "There's a one hundred percent chance I will." Chuck dodged the kick, and kicked Shaw in the side of the knee. The knee made a sickening pop and bent, Shaw screaming and falling.
The door swung open, and there was Bryce and Casey, guns drawn. "Hey guys," Chuck said. "Thanks for joining us."
"Damn, Bartowski," Casey said, respect in his voice. Chuck walked across the room, picked up the removal glasses and handed them to Bryce.
"Put those on him, and then destroy them," Chuck said. Bryce nodded and went to put them on Shaw. Chuck went over and began to free Sarah. "Sorry I took so long to reboot."
"I just needed you to come back to me," she told him. He freed her, and they both stood. She spun toward him, grabbed his face in her hands and began to kiss him.
Bryce removed the glasses from Shaw and crushed them. "Think that's the best idea?" Casey asked Bryce. "He just kicked Shaw's ass."
Bryce looked over at Sarah and Chuck. "Shaw was trying to kill Sarah, and all he did was disable him. Granted, he might never walk right again, but he didn't kill him, and Shaw did have the Intersect." Bryce studied Casey. "Do you not trust him?"
Casey grinned at Bryce. "Oh, I trust Bartowski. I just wanted your answer, to know what to think about you." Casey clapped Bryce on the shoulder, and pulled out his radio to make a call.
}o{
A few hours later found them in Levallois-Perret at the General Directorate for External Security. Chuck was being checked over by doctors, and then by Ellie and Devon, while Sarah was standing right by his side. The look on her face dared anyone to try and make her move.
"He's okay, Sarah," Ellie said gently.
"Yeah, and I think it's time I make sure that he always is," Sarah replied, looking him in the eyes. "We need to get back home, and get married."
"Miss Walker," said Louis Bernard, their contact at the DGSE. "I beg you, don't rush off. There is so much more we can do."
"Unless you can figure out a way for me to get married here," Sarah said.
"Well, seeing as you have been here for thirty days," Louis began.
"We have not," Sarah replied. Chuck shook his head at the flash Wall-E was showing him that if they were in France for thirty days they could be married. He turned, and grinned at Louis.
"Sarah," he said gently, pointing to his head. "I think what you meant to say was, it doesn't seem like thirty days."
"Chuck, I don't want somewhere down the road for someone, somewhere to say I wasn't legally married," Sarah told him.
"Miss Walker, I assure you, everything would be legal. We will make sure of that… yes?"
Chuck and Sarah turned to see Morgan in the corner with his hand up. "I take it I won't be allowed to officiate the wedding?"
"No, sir," Louis replied. "You are not a French citizen."
"Oh," Morgan said, dejected.
"You could be the best man," Chuck told him.
"Okay, everyone, clear the room," Sarah said. Chuck stood up, and Sarah put her hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down. "Not you, curls."
"Am I in trouble?" he asked as everyone filed out.
"No, but why are you so hell bent on us getting married in Paris?" Sarah asked.
"Well," Chuck began.
"Oh, no," she said, slumping. "It's the Intersect, isn't it?"
"Not like you think," Chuck said, taking her hand. "It… it has showed me stuff. Like who might be there for you at our wedding in the states." Sarah looked away. "And, what this city means to you, with your red test."
"Chuck, this city means everything to me now, because of you," Sarah began.
"I can't wipe it away," Chuck cut in. "I know that." He paused, and took both of her hands, looking her in the eye. "But, maybe if we do this here, then you can lay that ghost to rest, and it will never again hide in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower."
"What is it with you and that tower?" she asked, grinning at him and shaking her head. "So what about… that," she said, pointing at his head.
"My hair?" he asked, grinning at her. She slipped her hand into his curls and pulled tight, making his eyes widen as she grinned. "Oh, you mean the intersect?"
"Yeah, the intersect," she said.
"Do you want to quit spying?" Chuck asked. "I mean, the last few weeks, we've been… we've been good."
"Damn good," Sarah agreed. "Chuck, I want to do what makes you happy."
"Sarah, you can't do that. You have to do what makes you happy," Chuck said gently. "So, do you want to keep spying, with me?" She nodded and grinned.
"Think Beckman will go along with it?" Chuck asked.
"She damn well better," Sarah told him. "So I get to get rid of my fake name?" Chuck looked at her, confused. "I get to be Sarah Bartowski."
"Yeah," Chuck said with a grin. "Yeah, you do."
}o{
Four weeks later
"So Morgan is the new Buy More manager?" Chuck asked, sitting down in Castle.
"He is, and doing a great job," Bryce replied.
"Finally found a use for your emotional support gnome," Casey groused. "Also taught his ass not to just strip down when he goes to bed."
Chuck raised an eyebrow. "They're rooming together," Bryce explained. "And I'm moving in to Maison 23."
"Nice," Chuck replied.
"Are we talking about your ass?" Sarah asked, walking in. Casey nearly choked on his coffee. "What?"
"Guys, meet married-Sarah, who says whatever she is thinking," Chuck said, with a grin.
"Christ," Bryce replied. Casey glared at him. "Sorry, forgot that was trademarked, don't shoot me."
"It's not worth the bullets," Casey mumbled. "You never stay dead, anyway."
The screen came on, revealing Beckman. "Team," she said. "Where's the furry one?"
"Dealing with Jeffster," Casey said.
She leaned foward, concern on her face. "Do we need to call in a tank?"
"Would a tank be enough to stop Jeffster?" Chuck asked.
Sarah looked around the room, grinning. He had done it. Chuck Bartowski had made things right.
A/N: Man, you don't know HOW glad I am to finish this fic. Not because I wanted to end it, but because for two years it hung out there, with one chapter, haunting me. Will there be a sequel? Listen, I'm still trying to write a sequel to the first fic I ever wrote. The only one I've EVER pulled off is Mollyverse, but….maybe. This universe interests me. Thanks for reading, and CQ says hi.
