A/N: I haven't written anything in a while, and so this might be terrible.

Disclaimer: NBC owns everything. You know this.

For the first few weeks, Chuck tries to remember everything about Sarah – her long, blonde hair, her perfume, her smile.

After six months, he forgets the sound of her voice.

After a year, he forgets her smile.

And after three years, he can only remember her long, blonde hair. And this is why when Sarah knocks down the door, with Casey quickly following, he just stares.

"Chuck?," Sarah whispers, tears clinging to her eyes. "It's me, Sarah." She reaches her hand up to cup his face, and he jerks away roughly. This only spurs her tears forward and Chuck only manages to get out two words before he inevitably joins her: "Get. Out."

She stares uncomprehendingly at him, and Chuck can only glare at her, hoping to get his point across. Sarah runs quickly to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Casey looks at Chuck like he's insane, but in true Casey fashion, asks bluntly, "You wanted me over her? Why the hell would you want me?"

"You're not crying," Chuck states simply.

"Oh." Casey nods.

"I know it's not fair, but I just can't deal with her shit right now."

Another nod.

"Can I see my sister now?," asked Chuck hopefully.

Casey didn't meet his eyes as he quickly changed the subject. "We need to get you out of here kid, pronto. We didn't exactly get permission to extract you." He sighs, "Chuck, they never would have let you go."

Chuck, of course, realized this truth a long time ago, when the smell of Sarah's peach perfume was still a faint memory.

"And," Casey continues, "The first place the CIA will look for you is Ellie's apartment."

"Oh. I see. So the plan is to what, outrun the goddamn CIA?," asks Chuck, his tone bitingly sarcastic.

To say that Casey looks shocked is an understatement, but apparently Sarah finally stopped crying, stumbling into the tense room.

He knows she wants to say how sorry she is, to tell him how much she missed him, loves him, but he just can't hear it right now.

He can't stay in this room any longer, so he says the only thing he can. "Let's go."

The car ride is as awkward as can be expected, with Casey's hand never quite leaving his gun, and Sarah's eyes watering whenever she looks at him. But soon they're there, wherever there is, and Casey delivers instructions that Chuck thought he would never hear again.

"Stay in the car."

Chuck laughs, starting out as a quiet chuckle, before turning into maniacal laughter. He knows that Casey thinks he's snapped, but he can't dispel his fears because it's just so funny.

Casey reluctantly leaves him alone a minute after he finally stops, and Chuck is glad that Sarah can't see him like this, or the waterworks would start again.

Looking around, Chuck is startled by the realization that he has no idea where he is. After the rough agent bagged and tagged him, he was sure that the pilot went at least in two complete circles, making it impossible for him to ever gather his bearings.

But Casey is back before he can get a good look around, roughly pushing him into the – well, it looked like a normal suburban house. He is shoved onto a pretty beaten couch, and he can't help but observe that his CIA-provided prison was better than this crapshack. He stifles a giggle, not wanting to set Casey off, who is still worriedly glancing at him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but Casey only glares at him. Sarah comes striding into the room, and Casey immediately rushes outside, probably to escape the awkward reunion.

"Chuck," she starts. "I – "

He cuts her off. "I know." He actually doesn't know, but he can guess, and he doesn't want to hear it.

But super secret agent Sarah knows better, and suddenly she's on her feet, staring at a spot above his head.

"No Chuck, you don't."