"Chuck, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care if you have the Intersect or not. Without you, I'm nobody. I'm nothing but a spy. Come back to me, Chuck. I want to marry you."

When Chuck kissed her back Sarah knew everything was fine. Her internal sigh of relief let her whole body unclench. She hugged Chuck.

He opened his eyes and saw two men. "Sarah? Who are they?"

"Chuck? You don't recognize them?" And time to clench up again when he shook his head and jumped to his feet in a fight ready stance.

Morgan clambered to get behind Casey, having seen first hand what Chuck could do in a fight. Casey's stance slid to fight mode just in case. Sarah jumped between Chuck and their friends.

"Chuck it's OK. These are our friends." A tear leaked down her cheek and into the corner of her mouth before she sucked her emotions into check. "This is Colonel Casey and Morgan. They're our best friends. Tell me you remember them."

With a curt head shake, Chuck relaxed his posture. "If you say they're allies, I trust you. But I don't know who they are."

In a state of pure oblivious denial, Morgan jogged around Casey and hit Chuck on the shoulder. "Ha ha, very funny. The jig, my friend, is up. This is no time to fool around. You'd never forget your best friend."

Ignoring Morgan, Chuck turned to Sarah. "What's the exit strategy?"

"Chuck," Morgan gasped. "You have to remember me, buddy. Please."

"Sorry, man." Chuck shrugged and looked to Sarah once more. "About that exit…"

Morgan barged in front of Sarah, hands on Chuck's chest. "You've known me since we were six! We play Halo together, watched Buffy from the beginning in its original run, you're the best Call of Duty second I could ever want. But more than that, you've been there for me and me for you for all our highs and lows for the last twenty years. You remember me, right? How can you remember Sarah and not me?"

Casey pulled Morgan away in time to save him from the knee Chuck aimed at his stomach. "Get over here, dimwit. Chuck has amnesia right now, but if there's a way to reverse it, we will."

Chuck looked over the equipment and knew there was no cure for his amnesia. They'd electrically lobotomized him. And while he knew that, he didn't feel like he was missing anything important. The Intersect worked perfectly, and he still had Sarah. What more could he want?


As Sarah parked the car in front of the apartment building she said, "Like we discussed on the plane: your sister's name is Eleanor but everyone calls her Ellie. She's a neurologist, and she married a cardiologist named Devon that everyone calls Captain Awesome. They're pregnant with a girl right now. Ellie thinks you quit the CIA for good, but we should tell her the truth. Maybe she could help clear up your amnesia."

"Maybe." Chuck stepped out of the car and looked over the building. Not a single tingle of recognition. Since there was no reason to be stealthy, he openly took in his surroundings. Nothing clicked with him though. The courtyard was quaint, but the building's stucco and ceramic build were uninspiring.

Sarah watched Chuck remain unphased about his amnesia, and worried that he didn't care if he ever got his memory back. She unlocked the door to their apartment. "This is us."

He nodded and followed her inside. The apartment looked like nothing but an adolescent bachelor pad. Chuck had trouble wrapping his head around owning this much stuff. He was a spy and spies traveled, with no roots, living out of a single bag. This place was full of mementos, and excess baggage.

She sighed when Chuck said nothing. "I think I should tell Ellie and Awesome what's going on. Let them hate me and General Beckman, not you."

"I can tell them." Chuck said with a shrug.

"But you don't have all the information."

"I got the gist. Beckman submarined all my civilian interviews, and I wanted to find my mother, so both pulled me back into the spy life. I got captured and electronically lobotomized." Chuck saw the worry on Sarah's face. "Did I miss something?"

"Ah, no. But could you at least tell Ellie all that gently. She's pregnant." Sarah turned her back to him, hiding the tears in her eyes. This wasn't her Chuck. This man was too cold to be her Chuck.

"Sure." He ran his hands down her arms. "Anything for you."

When Chuck stepped out of the apartment, he saw Morgan sitting on the edge of the fountain looking forlorn, but walked past him toward Ellie's door.

Morgan stood up and said, "Fine. Ignore me. Act like this isn't the worst day of my life."

"You and the others found me three days ago, and you've said the same thing every one of those days." Chuck turned to look at Morgan. "Every day can't be the worst. It's a statistical improbability."

"But not impossible. And Chuck, how would you feel if the shoe was on the other foot, man?"

"I don't know."

"Well my Chuck would be devastated. And every day that goes by that you aren't the best friend I grew up with, will be worse than the day before. Especially when you don't seem to care about getting your memories back." Morgan shook his head and looked at the ground. "This is worse than if you'd died."

At Chuck's silence, Morgan gave up and went into their apartment. He saw Sarah her back and shoulders stiff with stress. "We'll get him back, Sarah. We have to."

She wiped the tears away and turned to face him with a watery smile. "I know."


Chuck knocked on Ellie's door. He'd seen pictures of both her and Awesome, so he recognized Devon when he answered the door. "Chuck! Ellie's been worried sick. She hasn't been able to get a hold of you for days."

"Is she here?"

"Upstairs deciding where all the furniture will go in the baby's room." Devon motioned for Chuck to follow.

"I think what I need to tell her would go better down here."

"Is something wrong, bro?" Awesome asked, his expression concerned.

"Yes. And I don't think Ellie wants bad news in the nursery."

"I'll get her." Devon disappeared up the steps.

Chuck looked around the living room. There were pictures everywhere. Some of them were Devon's, and some were Ellie with Devon. But there were some of Chuck with his sister. None of it looked familiar.

"Chuck?" Ellie's voice sounded worried. "Where have you been?"

When he turned, she hugged him. He returned the hug with the ease of a master spy playing the perfect role. "Thailand mostly."

She pulled away. "Thailand? You're spying again?"

"General Beckman tanked all my interviews. She insisted I return, between that and wanting to find our mother, I didn't see any other way." Chuck touched her shoulder. "You should probably sit down before I tell you anything else. You too, Devon."

Once they were seated, and Ellie took a dozen deep breaths, she said, "What else is going on that I don't know about?"

Chuck told them about the last week with as much care as he could manage, but that didn't stop Ellie from crying. This was his sister, and he felt nothing for her.

Ellie pulled herself together. "The tissue is still there though, so there's gotta be a way to get your memories back. I have friends that can help. We tell them what happened and…"

"And we can't tell them anything. If you told anyone that I'm a spy, you're signing their death warrant, and you'd get swept into Wit Sec."

"Then what can I do?" Ellie begged.

"Nothing."

"Devon, he can't be serious. There's no way I can just sit here and do nothing to help my little brother."

Captain Awesome held his wife. "We'll talk to Sarah and Casey. They might have more answers for us."