A/N: Wow. I certainly did not expect THAT many reviews on a single chapter. I'm thrilled! After seeing so many positive ones, how could we not write another? As for my other stories, you can check my profile to see if they're active or not, so if I haven't been updating, there's your answer. Thanks for all you guys do, as this story would be impossible without your feedback. Hope you guys enjoy.
DC to LA Flight:
"Would you or your boyfriend like a snack, miss?" The kind flight attendant asked Sarah, pushing her cart over to their chairs, sluggishly moving down the row.
"My what!" Sarah replied rather stupidly.
"Oh, no, we're not, she's too…." Chuck began to clear up the awkward air.
"Oh, god, sorry…." The attendant laughed. "You two just looked like you knew each other so well…Anyway…." She cleared her throat rather awkwardly. Chuck glanced down, cheeks burning.
"I'm fine, thank you…." Sarah gave her a comforting, gorgeous smile.
Chuck nodded. "I'm good as well, thanks."
Nodding, she pushed the cart along further. Chuck finally glanced at Sarah, who had her eyebrows raised at him curiously.
"Oh, god, that was so awkward…..I'm so sorry, I just…." He sighed.
"Sorry?" Sarah glanced at him in wonder. "For what?"
"I know you surely don't want to be labeled as my girlfriend and I just-"
"Chuck." Sarah cut off his ramblings with an amused smile. "I never said that."
Chuck's eyebrows widened in shock.
'Where the hell did that come from?' Sarah mirrored his actions.
"Oh, uh, um,…thank you….." Chuck rose. "I'll uh, just be on my way to the bathroom then…aha…" he stood, almost as tall as the ceiling, and strode to the restroom, leaving Sarah to shake her head in amazement. What the hell was going on?
The flight was quick. Chuck came back, and the two chatted about life.
"Please, remain seated." A loud voice spoke crisply over the intercom. "We are beginning our descent to Denver."
"Denver, huh? This your stop?" Chuck asked.
"Denver? No, LA, actually…well, I'm not quite sure." She blurted out.
"Hmm? You're not sure?" Chuck looked astounded. "What, are you fresh out of college, ready to take on the world?" he grinned teasingly.
"Something like that." Sarah smiled gently, making him feel funny. The plane descended, rolling to a stop on the ground. Standing, Chuck reached for her bag politely and handed it to her, getting his own as well.
"Look, I don't know if we'll have seats together on the way back, but I really enjoyed talking to you." He smiled, as she did the same, eyes searching his. She found innocence, and sincerity. Turning, the two exited the plane, making their way off the plane.
"Bye, Chuck." Sarah smiled sadly, turning as she left him.
"Wait uh, Sarah….." he stopped her, as she turned curiously.
"Uh, ah….bye…." Chuck fumbled awkwardly, turning as he left to make as few phone calls.
Feeling a strange sense of disappointment, Sarah continued. She didn't know why she felt that way. He was certainly nice, but for some odd, strange reason, she expected more. Making her way over to the first class club, she got in, deciding it was definitely time for a drink. Hopefully a strong one, at that.
After setting her purse on the floor below the chair, she hopped onto the bar stool, admiring the clean bar they'd made for the first class passengers. Maybe money could buy happiness? Ordering a simple beer, she waited, watching the people around her.
As if on cue, a blonde man stepped up. He looked somewhat muscular, but nothing really impressed her after the CIA. She chose to avert his gaze, in hopes of avoiding a conversation. He seemed to be a bit older than her, and like he'd had one too many beers.
"Hey, beautiful." He smirked, breath reeking of alcohol. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I prefer to be left alone." Sarah replied calmly, sipping her beer.
Grabbing her leg, he squeezed. Before he could utter another stupid, drunken word, Sarah took his wrist under the bar so that no one could see. There, she twisted it until she heard a possible crack. Either that or the bar broke. Smirking as he cried out in pain, she whispered in his ear. "I suggest you leave right now, before your other hand ends up like that."
Yelling all sorts of profanities, he stormed off, howling like a drunken idiot. If he decided to tell on her, that was fine. No one would buy it. He was drunk. She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"May I buy you a drink?" she heard a gentle male voice speak out.
"Not again…." She muttered to herself as she wheeled around, eyes meeting familiar brown pools of chocolate. Her heart fluttered. It was him. "Chuck?" she smiled, eyes filled with a warm, welcoming surprise.
"That'd be me. I forgot I could stay here with the first class tickets and all, and it took sitting next to a…rather large old lady in the coach waiting area to realize I had them…" he laughed, waving the ticket happily.
Sarah couldn't help it. He was too cute. Laughing, she patted the stool beside her. Sitting, he smiled to. "I take it you'll be going to LA…?"
"I guess, I mean, what I am supposed to do here?" she smiled. "Skiing is pretty boring alone."
"Well, what are you planning on doing in LA? I've got a family there…..well, my sister and her fiancée, but that's family to me." He smiled. At seeing the slight dimming expression on her face at the mention of family, he swerved away from the subject, keeping a mental note of that.
"I've got no game plan what so ever." She replied, sipping her beer nonchalantly.
"Well, let's analyze this, shall we? Here you are, a beautiful young lady, fresh out of college, just at the drinking age, with enough cash to afford first class….single as well, with absolutely no game plan for her life…."Chuck smiled, sipping his own beer as he let the words sink in.
"Yeah, that sums it up well." She replied, waiting for his actual input.
"Well, I guess the real question is…..what are you searching for? Maybe who?" he asked curiously, analyzing her situation from all angles.
"You know…" Sarah paused, glancing at her beer, as if her eyes could make it shrink. "I…..I don't know."
"Fun…adventures…romance…a new start?" Chuck offered.
"All of the above." Sarah grinned, glancing at him thoughtfully.
"Well, who needs a home? If I were you, I'd find someone I didn't mind, and I'd get out there! I'd go see the world, and try to find myself."
"I think I was lost far too long ago to be found, Chuck."
"Ahh, you'd be surprised at what a little good music, friends, and experiences do." He grinned.
The two stared at each other for a long time after that. They sipped their beers in silence. Almost twenty minutes passed, without a word from either of them. The silence was comfortable, thoughtful. It gave Sarah time to think. Could it be herself that she was searching so desperately to find? Could that have been what she'd lost in the CIA all along? Some aching, begging part of her demanded answers. And hell, what else was she here for?
"Flight 165, To Los Angeles, First class is now boarding." A monotone voice sounded over the speaker.
"That's us." Chuck smiled, rising. He set a bill on the bar, covering both their drinks. Sarah smiled. He was so thoughtful.
The two made their way to the terminal, standing in the very short line to get their tickets scanned. Sarah glanced around, Chuck whistling to himself.
"Passport, please…." The man behind the desk said, as Sarah was about to hand it to him. Glancing down, she felt her heart beat at a terribly unnatural speed.
"Chuck!" She whipped around, making him jump.
"Did you leave something behind?" He asked, concerned. And scared.
"No, let's…..go, come on." She took her passport and pushed him out of line.
"Sarah? What are you doing? Huh?" he hit her with a flurry of questions, all of which she ignored thoroughly.
"Chuck, you know how you said you wanted adventure and that if you were me, you'd just travel…see where life takes you?"
"Uh, yeah….?" he raised an eyebrow unsurely. He was so stupid sometimes.
"Let's ditch LA, Chuck." She told him, analyzing his features for an answer before he verbally said it. Her heart was beating too fast now. She glanced at him for a fraction of a second, but it felt like minutes. What was going on? Would he say no? Would he laugh and leave her? Did she just ask a complete stranger to travel the world with her? So many questions rushed at her, making her head spin.
A/N: Cliffhanger…..oh well, we'll see how this goes. You can tell me how angry you are in the reviews, and I promise I'll reply if you would like! Anyway, I know that was super short, but the next one will definitely be longer, no matter what the out come of the cliffhanger is, I promise. Tell me what you thought? It may be moving slightly fast, but hell, it's an ALL CHARAH, slightly unrealistic story. But hey, I warned you…..anyway, thanks a million for reading and reviewing, it really does mean a lot. I apologize for crappy fluff, as I'm terrible at writing it! Have a good one as always guys.