Copied&Pasted from FF.net! This is a oneshot, and it has the least reviews out of all my stories.

A/N: So, I have posted this story at least twice, and all of those times, the story has been misplaced and to be quite honest, I'm pretty pissed. But anyway, I'm gonna hope that the third time's the charm. This is a sequel to my very first story, "When It Rains", and I'm aware that it doesn't exactly cover the ending of that particular story, but I'm sure everyone just wants to see the wedding? Yes, no? If there are any requests for that side of the story, I wouldn't mind writing it. Hahaha. I practically planned out my dream wedding in this one. Sorry for any grammar errors/mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck, Sarah, Casey, Morgan, Ellie, Devon, Bryce, Carina, Anna, Ilsa, or Dashboard Confessional's song "Stolen". (Beautiful song, btw, go check it out)

This is going out to theprincess1511, who helped me with this oneshot, and every other story that I've done! (She writes PercyJackson & The Olympian fics! And she's pretty darn good)
Reviews are awesome, and you're awesome if you do review :D Thanks for reading!

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Chuck glanced nervously at himself in the mirror, tugging on the sleek, black formal tuxedo that sat nicely on his lean frame, and ran a hand through his neatly gelled hair. Standing next to him was his best friend and best man, the furry little gnome, known as Morgan Grimes, dressed similarly to him.

“Dude, you can still back out now! I mean, what am I gonna do when you’re on your honeymoon, man? You’re my life partner, and… I object!”

“Morgan, I’m not your life partner! And if you do actually raise your hand during the ceremony when they call for an objection, I will kill you personally.”

“But Chuck, buddy, we’re so destined –”

“Morgan, Anna won’t be happy that you’re claiming a guy as your life partner, when you’re already married to her. Technically, that kinda makes her your rightful life partner.”

“Touché. Hey, just remember, marriage isn’t all it’s cut out to be, buddy. I mean, you’ll actually have to… work! It’s absolute torture.”

It was Chuck’s wedding day, and he was getting married to the most beautiful girl in his world, and that was kind of a big deal for him. Apart from the thrill of getting married to his beautiful blonde fiancée, Chuck was just happy that he had finally moved on with his life.

You see, nine years ago, Chuck had been sucked into a world of guns and spies, when his ex-college roommate and best friend, the dashing Bryce Larkin, sent him an email filled with encrypted government secrets. And five years later, he had the secrets removed, with the help of his estranged father who, ironically enough, was the inventor of the super computer that was in his head at the time.

Those five years of his life were spent in complete chaos, where Chuck was sent on missions with his two handlers, CIA Special Agent Sarah Walker and Colonel John Casey of the NSA. He didn’t enjoy the missions, or the constant danger that he faced everyday as the Intersect, but did enjoy the company of his handlers, mostly because he was utterly and irrevocably in love with Sarah
Walker.

But with the Intersect out of his head, Chuck found himself spiralling out of the spy world as suddenly as he was sucked into it. And Sarah Walker had left without a word; no notes, no letters, nothing to prove that she wanted anything else to do with him.

So, he had slipped into a funk. He found himself back to when he was kicked out of Stanford: swimming in seas of total depression and emotional chaos. Constantly snapping at his loved ones, and being a jerk on a daily basis was all normal for him. Until one day, nearly two months after Sarah was gone, Ellie Bartowski had had enough – she dumped a bucket of ice cold water onto him while he brooded in his room, lying in bed till the late afternoon, something he never did before.

After that cold wake-up call, he finally got the motivation to work on his infamous five-year plan: He started up his video-game designing business with Morgan – which ultimately was hugely successful, earning him money by the bucket loads. He moved into his own apartment and he mended things with his sister and Captain Awesome, who by the way, had two gorgeous, awesome kids. He was the king of his very own castle. But he was missing a queen.

That’s where Sarah Walker came in, or came back.

He admitted that he was stunned when she’d shown up at his door, suitcase in hand, tears pooling in her eyes and absolutely distraught, almost two years after the she’d left him. But when she ran straight back into his arms, Chuck’s heart burst with uncontained joy. She had quit the CIA, and she came back for him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

They had agreed on a simple ceremony by the beach, just like Ellie’s wedding. They’d chosen the beach, their beach – the beach where Chuck had spent the entire night after he found out that he was the Intersect, the beach where Chuck had proposed, and the numerous outings that they had embarked on in the eight years that they had known each other.

When you had a sister like Ellie Bartowski, even a simple ceremony could be made into an exquisite gathering. Sarah didn’t even bother trying to plan it, knowing that Ellie would handle everything. That was else what the Maid-Of-Honour was supposed to do, right?

Ellie, Anna, Carina and Ilsa were the decided bridesmaids while Devon, Morgan, Casey and even Bryce Larkin – who had barely managed to convince everyone that the newspaper had made a mistake and he was not dead – stood up as Chuck’s brothers-in-arms, his groomsmen. It seemed even the spy world supported Chuck and Sarah’s relationship.

“Dude, you ready? It’s time, bro.” Devon said as he popped his head into the room, knocking the nervous groom out of his flashback. Chuck nodded, and made a final adjustment to his tux, an uneasy smile apparent on his face.

Devon “Captain Awesome” Woodcomb, who was truly, very awesome in all his ways, gave Chuck an encouraging smile before bounding enthusiastically into the room. Clapping Chuck heartily on the back, he stood in between the best man and the man of the hour, grinning at their images in the mirror.

“Oh come on, Chuck, you’re not having second thoughts are you?”

“Nah, I’m just... Pre-wedding jitters, you know?”

Devon chuckled slightly, shaking his head slightly.

“I know what you mean, bro. I mean, when I married your sister, I was so sure that I’d pass out when I saw her walking down the aisle, you know? Best day of my life. Don’t worry dude, you won’t regret any of this. It’s gonna be awesome.” he spoke, putting both thumbs up and nodding happily.

Chuck felt a warming sensation calm his heart. He took a deep breath and a wide grin complemented his features.

“Hey guys, we’ve gotta go, Casey’s already at the beach, and we gotta leave now if Chuck still wants to get married.” It was Bryce Larkin’s turn to pop his head into the room, and Devon ushered Chuck and Morgan outside and into the wedding cars that were parked outside.

The bride and her bridesmaids were already at the venue, where a makeshift tent was set up, out of sight, but near the whole beautiful setting of the outdoor wedding. It was early evening, and the sight of the pools of amber and streaks of pink that coloured the sky was breathtaking.
In the middle of the beach, was a replica of Ellie’s wedding, only better. The two arches were decorated with hundreds of Gardenias – Sarah’s favourite flower – and glistening white rose
petals littered the sand leading down the aisle.

While the guests settled in their seats, Chuck took his place next to the priest. A four-man band began to play softly: a beautifully jazzed up and lively version of the “Wedding March” as Ellie and Awesome’s two adorable daughters strolled down the aisle, dressed in pink and sprinkling red rose petals to match the white petals on the ground. All eyes turned to the bridesmaids and
groomsmen as they paraded toward Chuck.

A grinning Ellie Bartowski strolled down the aisle, with Devon Woodcomb by her side. The couple made their way happily down the aisle, marching to the beat to the music. Ellie was dressed in her bridesmaid’s dress: a simple, yet elegant white dress with a stripe of baby blue around the waist.

Morgan and Anna marched on next, arms linked with Anna’s hand placed on her ever-growing stomach. She was due in three months with their first child, and they couldn’t have been any happier. Morgan expression was directed to Chuck, trying to convey the message of, “You ready, Chuck?” which Chuck promptly returned with a brief nod and an uplifting grin.

Casey and Ilsa were next, followed by Carina and Bryce, and soon, the groomsmen were
gathered next to Chuck, while the bridesmaids formed a line beside Sarah’s appointed spot.

All heads turned as a figure clad in a backless, stunning white wedding dress, made her way slowly down the aisle, her eyes trained on the tall, lanky man standing beneath the arch of her favourite flowers and a sigh passed through the crowd. Sarah smiled gently as she took in her surroundings, clutching her bouquet of Sweet Peas. Crashing waves sounded from her left side while the melodious tune that the band played filled her ears from the right. Her eyes drank in the sight of him, and she prayed that her knees wouldn’t buckle as she continued to make her way toward the man of her dreams.

Don’t faint. Don’t faint. Don’t faint. Please, for the love of God, do not faint!

Chuck pleaded to his subconscious, his nervousness, and to God that he wouldn’t black out at the sight of his beautiful fiancée who was approaching him at an alarmingly slow pace. She was practically beaming, and he realized that he was too. After two agonizing minutes of waiting, which felt like two hours to him, Chuck held Sarah’s hand tightly in his, occasionally squeezing it, as if to reassure himself that this wasn’t just a dream. Tears made their way down Sarah’s cheeks as they exchanged their heartfelt vows, and their tongues began their fervent dance as their mouths met.

With sheepish grins on both their faces, they finally broke apart and frolicked back down the aisle, talking to their guests, but never separating from each other’s side.

“Alright folks, it’s time for the man and wife to begin their first dance as a married couple!” Morgan announced proudly. The chairs were quickly cleared by the groomsmen and bridesmaids and with the small number of guests who had attended the wedding, it was a quick and efficient job. Chuck led Sarah to the centre of the area and into a slow dance while the guests watched in admiration and awe.

The band began to play their chosen song – “Stolen” by Dashboard Confessional and Juli, as they swayed slowly to the music, despite the slightly fast beat of the song.

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend
Of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season fades away

“So, Mrs Bartowski, how does it feel to be in that white dress? And for the record, I am never going to get used to calling you that.”

Sarah, with her head tucked snugly over his shoulder, let out a low chuckle against his neck. His arms were wrapped protectively around her, more of a hug than a dance, but it still allowed the swaying of their bodies. Around them, the evening light bathed them in a warm ray of gold.

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

“I feel… like everything is finally real,” she answered, sighing in perfect contentment, her arms entwining around Chuck’s waist.

And from the ball room floor
We are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all
Will sleep well

It was Chuck’s turn to smile at the familiarity of their conversation as he answered her with a tender kiss to her cheek. He leant down to whisper softly into her ear, his lips brushing slightly against her cheek.

“It is real.”

You have stolen my heart.

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I freaking planned my own wedding :D

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