Author's Note - Hi! So, this is my first Chuck fanfiction. I've been writing 'fic of various kinds for many years, mostly for One Tree Hill lately. But I've totally fallen in love with Chuck the past few months. This isn't my best story, but I just couldn't get it out of my head.
FYI- pretend that there was no interruption during the motel scene in S2.
Please read and review!
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This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. It's been two years that she's been in Los Angeles, living as Sarah Walker every day. Protecting Chuck, all the while pretending not to love him. Why did she always fall for her co-workers? Bryce? Chuck? There was something different about Chuck, though. Every moment with him, even the bad ones, made her heart jump in ways she had never felt before. None of this was supposed to happen.
"Guys, I know kung fu."
The room is deathly quiet, apt since there are 5 dead men on the ground surrounding Chuck.
"What the…?!" Casey finally mutters.
"Chuck, what happened?!" Sarah exclaims as she stands rooted in her place.
"The Intersect…I uploaded it", Chuck says. He's hesitant, because he knows what his handlers' reactions will be.
"What!?", Sarah exclaims again. "Why?"
"I had to…"
"Oh, Chuck", she says quietly. "You weren't supposed to do that."
Sarah and Chuck share a glare at one another but turn as Casey speaks again.
"Looks like Team Moron is back in business."
It's been four days since she found out and ever since, Sarah Walker has been unable to sleep. Her hotel room is too quiet and her mind is too busy. For hours she stares up at the ceiling, finally falling into a fitful half-slumber before begrudgingly waking up for her 6:30 alarm. She no longer throws knives at the device, choosing instead to throw a pillow over her head before finally groaning and getting out of bed.
Chuck went back to work at the Buy-More so Sarah went back to work at the Orange Orange across the shopping center. Upon finding out about Chuck's upload of the 2.0, General Beckman first scolded him but then reminded the team that their covers were still intact and would remain that way. Sarah would remain Chuck's girlfriend which was both a relief and not a relief at the same time.
Every day is sunny in Burbank and that has always bugged Sarah. Can't the weather reflect one's moods? Who could always be so sunny?
As she walks into the Buy-More, it strikes her that nothing is different. She feels like something should be different. Sarah finds Chuck immediately at the Nerd Herd station in the center of the store. She can tell that he's yelling at Jeff and Lester for some unknown, but undoubtedly hilarious reason. Chuck spots Sarah standing down the aisle and smiles slightly before excusing "Jeffster" and walking up to his…girlfriend. Or something.
"I didn't know you were coming in today", Chuck says. He pecks Sarah quickly on the lips hesitantly, still unaware of what their greetings should be. "I didn't flash on anything- do we have a mission or something?"
"Nope", Sarah says. "I just wanted to stop by."
Sarah turns to check out where the cameras are planted and then turns back to Chuck, who is staring at her in confusion.
"What's up…?"
"We need to go somewhere without surveillance."
"I see", Chuck says flirtatiously. "But I thought you liked when Casey watched."
"Chuck", Sarah says seriously.
"Okay, no humor today then. Noted."
The blonde grabs the brunette's hand forcefully and yanks him towards the door.
-xx-
This conversation needs to happen, but it's terrifying Sarah. She wasn't built for this or trained for this. And she hates when things happen that are out of her control.
They're sitting on a bench at the beach and neither has spoken a word since they arrived fifteen minutes ago. The only sounds are the waves crashing.
Chuck is the first who decides to break the silence, to figure out why Sarah brought him here.
"So…", he says as he clears his throat, turning to face his handler.
"Do you remember the first time we were here?" Sarah says quickly, still staring in front of her. She can't stop playing with her fingers in her lap and the nervousness is obvious in her voice.
"After I unwillingly uploaded the Intersect and you and Casey both nearly killed me? Yeah, I remember that."
"I told you to trust me", Sarah says, now turning to face her asset. "Do you remember?"
"Very well", Chuck replies.
"The truth is, sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing. We're trained to never be surprised, to always anticipate. But that's not always possible and sometimes I have no idea what will happen tomorrow or even this afternoon", Sarah admits, still concentrating on Chuck's face, unable to break his eye contact.
"Why are you telling me this, Sarah?"
"Something's happened…that I didn't anticipate. I should've, but I didn't and now I don't know what's going to happen."
Chuck looks alarmed and grabs Sarah's hands from her lap to stop her from fidgeting. "What's going on?" he says, his voice cracking.
"I'm pregnant."
"What!?"
"I'm pregnant with your baby, Chuck."
Chuck's jaw drops as he stares at the blonde next to him. "That morning at the motel…?" he says when he finally regains some semblance of composure.
"We didn't use protection", Sarah says simply.
"Morgan left me an IOU", Chuck says quietly as he stares back out at the ocean. "Wow, Sarah…what now?"
"I don't know. I have no idea what to do."
"We're having a baby."
"I don't know", Sarah says nonchalantly.
'What?!" Chuck exclaims as he turns to Sarah and stands up. "What do you mean, you don't know?"
"I mean that I don't know if we're having a baby", Sarah responds as she stands up to face him. This isn't how she wanted the conversation to go, but she figures that she shouldn't be surprised. "Chuck, I'm a CIA field agent, one of the best. I can't be benched for 9 months. I can't be discharged right now. This wasn't supposed to happen!"
"But it happened! You're pregnant and this is supposed to be good news! So, you told me that you're pregnant with my baby and now you're going to take it all away?"
Sarah just stares blankly ahead of her, into Chuck's dark, angry eyes. She tries to speak but nothing comes out, so she falls back onto the bench and stares out in front of her.
"It's just…this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. You were supposed to have the Intersect out of your head. I could've loved you and been able to say it out loud. Chuck, if I have this baby, the agency will flip shit. And could you imagine Casey's reaction?"
Chuck sits back down next to the blonde agent and puts his arm around her. She looks shocked for a moment and then adjusts, setting her head down on his shoulder.
"Think about it, Sarah. This could be the beginning of something awesome."
-xx-
After sitting on that bench at the beach for over an hour, sometimes in silence, sometimes talking about random things though never touching the reality of the situation, Chuck's phone vibrates and a text from Ellie asks if Sarah wants to come over for dinner. Sarah nodded silently in response and they got up to leave. Chuck grabs Sarah's hand and she accepts it. The beach really did always make everything that seemed awful suddenly seem a bit more okay.
When Sarah's Porsche pulls up to Chuck's apartment, she cuts the engine but remains seated.
"Can we stay here for a few minutes?" she asks.
"Of course."
"Thanks", Sarah says quietly, staring down at the steering wheel.
"So, when did you find out…about the baby?" Chuck asks.
The blonde agent shifts in her seat and then turns to face the man next to her. She's incredibly close to cracking a smile.
"A few days ago." She pauses, "I kept craving Weinerlicious corn dogs. But I never got to actually have one because every time I walked in, I felt like vomiting."
Chuck's eye bug out and Sarah actually does smile.
"That sounds pleasant", he says.
"Oh, it was. That and I'm three weeks late. I took seven home pregnancy tests and they all said the same thing. I recall nearly passing out. I haven't been able to sleep or think straight. But you know what, maybe this could work. Maybe I could figure it out. I do…want kids, Chuck. And I think I really, really want your kid. I just need to figure out what to do."
"Well, we've got the first part done."