Title: The Words Written on his Chest

Spoilers: None.

Genre: Future fic

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Author's Note: This fic is a little different for me. It's an experiment. And it's darker than my usual stuff. The chapters are split between the past and the present. Everything that's in present tense is present and everything that's in past tense is past. And not all of it's chronological. I hope it doesn't get too confusing! Lemme know what you think!


In the mornings sometimes he looks at himself for too long in the mirror over the sink. The light in every bathroom he is ever in is always a harsh, cold white and it makes him squint. And so he's got it in his head now that his eyebrows are perpetually furrowed. A half truth. But not much else has changed. His hair is buzzcut short but he's gotten used to it by now. The biggest change, though, is permanently written into the skin on his chest.

Between sparse hairs, where his heart is, the words "For Sarah."

He touches her name and closes his eyes.


"Now, isn't this nice?"

Chuck settled into the bed, lying on his side, a perfectly contented smile on his face. Opposite him, Sarah was bemused. All he'd done was taken a sheet and flung it over their heads. "Uh, sure?"

"Don't you see?" Chuck explained. He flung the sheet off, uncovering them and said, "spy world" and then covered them again and said, "no spy world.

Uncovered; "Buy More."

Covered; "No Buy More."

Uncovered; "Casey."

Covered; "No Casey.

"So getting back to what I was saying before; isn't it nice under here?"

Sarah offered a smirk. "Touche."

But as idealized a world as he tried to create under the bed sheet Sarah could tell just how quickly he was succumbing to his claustrophobic tendencies. She had to stifle a laugh as he began to fidget around, trying to find a position where the sheet didn't lie right on his face. After much effort Chuck finally decided to prop himself up on his forearms, the back of his head pitching the sheet into a tent around them.

"The fort works better this way."


He smiled, recalling something. "Did I tell you how good you looked today when we took our lunch breaks?"

"I was wearing my Orange Orange uniform."

"I know."

"You've seen me in it a billion times."

"I know," he shrugged.

Sarah squinted skeptically, a smile fighting its way onto her lips. Chuck was looking at her funny. He was smiling in that puppy-dog way where his top lip nearly disappeared cuz it was spread so wide, the smile reaching his eyes. "What!" she exclaimed, playfully smacking his shoulder.

"Nothing!" He said. "You're just so beautiful."

It took her a minute to realize she was smiling like an idiot too.

She lifted her head off the pillow and didn't stop until her lips were firmly pressed against his. Chuck cupped her jaw with one hand and in doing so lost his balance and fell on top of her, the sheet parachuting down with him. She laughed but wouldn't stop kissing him.

When he kissed her he did it like that first breath after a really deep dive. It was like her mouth was his life support and she gladly let him breath her in as his hands gripped either side of her face.

When he nuzzled her neck, she giggled. She loved that he could make her giggle (because she certainly was not a giggler). "You know," she said, breathless, giddy, "I can tell exactly what you're feeling depending on how you kiss me."

He abruptly stopped nuzzling her neck and shot his head up, the sheet spiking. "Oh really?" he asked with a wriggle of an eyebrow.

"Yes," she nodded. With the way he wore his heart on his sleeve it was easy to tell the difference between a nervous peck and just a shy one, an over-excited make out precursor and a relaxed smooch. "Kiss me," she demanded.

Like any good asset he listened to his agent, then lifted his head so that she could appraise him.

"You're feeling... lucky."

His eyes got big, genuinely impressed. "How did you know that!"

"Well, you are about to get lucky. It wasn't that hard."

"No, I really do feel lucky. I've got you lying in my bed. You don't know how lucky I feel."

Her fingers took their time rummaging through the curls at the back of his neck as she tilted her head sideways in a manner that said "aww" without her having to speak it. "Oh you are definitely going to get lucky tonight."

His laugh was interrupted by his own yelp as Sarah swiftly flipped him over. She did that thing th--


Chuck checks himself in the mirror again, making sure the gun tucked into the back of his pants isn't visible. He pats his jacket over it and then looks over the piece of paper with the address again.

Opening the door he's greeted by a cruelly beautiful day.