A/N: For those of you that didn't know, I'm going through back issues again. I'm feeling much better, so I thought I'd throw this up to see if you like it. It's an AU, it wouldn't go more than the first season of Chuck. Very contained, rather short, but I think you'll enjoy it. However, I'm not sure so here you go. Again, for every one of you who reached out, thank you, it was most touching. Headed to Chicago, see you soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck….it may however own my brain

"Stephanie, everything okay?" Chuck yelled through the bathroom door.

"It's fine, Chuck, I'm just getting ready…for your present," she added, a smile on her face. They had been making out heavily, and she had to run away before they went to far. She grabbed her bag as she went. He had to know who she was. For three months he and Stephanie had been dating, even though she told him over and over it was a bad idea. She looked in the mirror at the raven-haired, green eyed, mousy looking girl in front of her in the oversize clothes. She quit slumping and seemed to grow an inch or two. She reached up, took out the contacts, and revealed her blue eyes. She took her top off and started to remove the fake skin that looked to add weight to her body, and feel like the real thing through clothes. That's why it hadn't happened yet. She had no idea how he'd freak out if he ever saw her with the padded skin patches attached to her skin.

She removed her jeans and did the same things to the ones on her legs. She looked back into the mirror. "Hi, Sam," she said softly. She gently took a strand of hair, pulled it into her vision, and looked at it. It wasn't blond, or the flirty curl she wanted it to have, but she knew deep down he didn't care. She studied he clothes in the bag, the ones that fit her properly that weren't too baggy. She knew this was a bad idea. Not because she didn't care for him, because she did. She did a lot. Damn it, she loved him if she was honest with herself.

She had felt nothing but hatred and revenge in her heart and soul for three years. Three solid years, and then she came to Burbank, to find this Chuck Bartowski, to see if he could give her a lead. She grinned as she thought back to that moment in July when she had walked into the Buy More. She was going to go with her current look first, and then go all out the next time if it didn't work. When she told him her phone didn't work and their eyes had locked, she felt something inside of her she thought dead. She felt bad for not looking like her, so this man, that she didn't know, that might or might not be able to help her find out anything about Bryce Larkin, wasn't meeting her, and at the same time was glad he wasn't meeting the real her.

She dressed in a simple shirt, with blue buttons that matched her eyes, jeans, and her favorite pair of boots. She put her hands on the sink and took a deep breath. She shoved the thoughts of Amy, the CAT Squad, and her entire life out of her mind. This was going to be one of the worst ideas in the history of bad ideas, because after tonight, there would be no more Stephanie. He would know her. He would know who Sam Burton really was. He would know everything, including her time as Sarah Walker. He would find out that she came here with one mission, to find out about Amy's boyfriend Bryce….and he would find out he had won the heart of a blacklisted-CIA member, a wanted criminal because of what Amy had done, and the daughter of a con man. She was giving him everything. She was giving her him. How would Chuck respond? She looked into the mirror and hoped with everything in her, that he meant all those times he said I know you. I know the real you.

"Time for his birthday present," she said, grinning. "And mine." He didn't know today was her birthday, and that this gift was as much for her as it was for him. He would though. He was gonna know everything. She had to tell him. She grabbed her bag, put her hand on the door knob, took a deep breath, and turned it.

"Hey, I was about to come check on you," she heard him say as she stood in the door frame. He had a strange look on his face. "This is weird, Bryce Larkin, my old college roommate sent me an email. You ever play Zork?" He was typing and she had frozen at the name Bryce Larkin. Was it a warning from him about her? How did he know her? How did he know she was here? What the hell was Zork? He hit enter and she saw the monitor begin to do weird things. Her training took over and she turned away. It went on for a few minutes, and Chuck fell over backwards. She ran to him, finding him unconscious. She gently slapped his face and he looked at her, and then his eyes and face did a funny thing.

"Chuck are you okay?"

"Sarah?" he asked.

How the hell did he know that? Shit.

A/N: Yes, no, not sure, need more to figure it out? Again, it wouldn't be too long, at least I think it wouldn't. Updates will be few and far between the next two weeks. You hear a scream Friday, I got into the Episode IX Panel at Star Wars Celebration. Take care, see you soon

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