Author's Note: This is my 3rd Chuck fanfic. Please take a look at the other ones; they're not that bad. This one is based on an idea I had whilst playing football/soccer/whatever you want to call it. Anyway, this here, is the PROLOGUE.

ENGLAND, SURREY 2010

Sarah hoped he would understand when he grew up. She didn't want him to hate her later. It was 5:00pm, English time, and she was holding her little baby boy against her as tightly as she could without hurting him. She smiled, as a single tear fell down her face. She had to do it. But he looked just like his father, Chuck. Her baby boy had dark brown hair, which was already beginning to thicken. He had round, puppy dog brown eyes and tiny fingers. He had a bit of a Sarah-ish face, but reminded her a lot of Chuck. She sobbed without meaning to. The taxi driver looked around, a worried expression written on his wrinkled face.

"Are you alright, miss?" he asked with a heavy British accent.

Sarah nodded and wiped away her tears. 'Calm down, Sarah,' she thought. 'You're doing this to protect him from the spy world. It's going to be fine.'

"We're almost there, miss," said the driver. Sarah nodded again and wrapped her baby boy in a scarf that belonged to his father. She smiled in spite of herself and started unbuckling herself from the taxi.

"Well, miss. We're here," said the driver and looked expectantly at her. "Take care."

Sarah got out and put on her coat over her baby boy, protecting him from the thunderous rain. She ran to the other side of the road and knocked at the door of house number 47. She could hear screaming from inside.

"ROB! You get it!"

"God damn it, Jane! That'll be your best friend, so why don't YOU ANSWER IT!"

"FINE THEN! I'm going."

The door opened and a slim woman with dark brown hair and green eyes stood in the doorway. She was attractive, but her dressing gown was in tatters. She seemed like a very nice person. Sarah sure hoped so. She didn't want her baby boy to be put into care as soon as she went back to Burbank.

"Sarah! I'm so sorry, did you hear that? I can get…have you been crying?"

Sarah nodded as tears trickled slowly down her soft cheeks. Jane flung her arms around Sarah to keep her warm and whispered into her ear.

"There there, Sarah. It's okay," said Jane in a worried voice.

Sarah sniffed, but stopped crying. "I've got…someone to give you, Jane. If it's okay with you I'd like you to look after my baby boy, while I'm still an agent." Jane was one of the few civilians that knew Sarah's true profession and was loyal; she would never tell anyone. Jane just nodded and gently took Sarah's baby boy away from her.

"Oh Sarah, he's adorable." Jane smiled at him. "Are you sure about this, Sarah?"

Sarah nodded.

"I mean, I understand about giving him to someone else to look after, but maybe someone in your own country?"

Sarah shook her head.

"Have you thought this through, Sarah?"

Sarah nodded.

"Is there not anyone else that could take him?"

Sarah shook her head. She spoke, but the words were barely audible over her sobs. "His name's Jamie William Bartowski. Look after him. He's…my baby boy." Sarah said all this and nodded at the same time. Jane stared at her and smiled.

"Hey, Sarah. Listen to me: everything – is – going – to – be okay.

Sarah nodded and started to sob again, but this time her agent conscience told her to shut up and pull herself together. Sometimes her conscience could be so cruel. Sometimes life could be cruel. She said her farewells and returned to the taxi, where it had been patiently waiting.

The taxi driver had seen what went down and he thought that his customer had just given away her son for no reason. The bearded driver shook his head and said, "Where to, miss?"

"The airport," sniffed Sarah.

The driver nodded and started up the engine.

'You'll see him in about ten years, Sarah. Chuck will make everything better. Maybe he'll give you a backrub, when you get home.' She smiled and started to go to sleep. Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. Those words got quieter and quieter, as Sarah drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note: Well, that's the prologue. Please review and stuff; means a lot. This will hopefully a 10-chapter story. Maybe less, maybe more.