Well, hi there. I'm the other "twin", the evil one, just in case you guys were wondering... And this is also my first fanfic so I hope you guys like it and review? I don't know, haha. Well, just like Javi, my beta was the amazing ShinyJayne20, so thank you Nat for making this look like an actual fanfic. Okay, I'll shut up now. Evil twin, (aka Maca) over and out!

Looks can be deceiving

Chuck Bartowski was finally content with his life.

It had taken awhile to achieve the happiness he'd been searching for. Losing both his parents was a major setback, but it never derailed him from realizing his dreams. He had worked hard to get where he was now; a Stanford graduate with a well-paying (but boring) job, an amazing sister, a loving girlfriend, and the best friends a guy could ask for. For all intents and purposes, Chuck could be so bold as to admit that everything was perfect.

Until tonight.

It started out to be a great night. Ellie had decided to plan dinner and a movie with the girls. Sarah and Alex agreed to go, but Jill sadly had to stay behind and take care of her sick grandmother. Naturally, Chuck had asked his girlfriend if he could tag along, but Jill was strangely resistant to the idea. She reminded him that he was supposed to go out that night as well, with the guys. So Chuck relented to her wishes.

Like his wife, Devon had proposed a night out excluding the women. To quote the Captain, they needed to start doing more 'awesome activities.' Of course the notion of engaging in things that were awesome didn't translate into the same thing for Chuck and Morgan that it had for Devon. They had eventually convinced him to go to a bar, play pool and enjoy each other's company will indulging in beer. While everyone agreed to go, like Jill had with the girls, Bryce couldn't make it. He was apparently too sick to leave his apartment. So he asked for a rain check. Sarah found it odd that he had gotten ill, being his girlfriend, she expected to contract something as well. Nevertheless, she asked to remain with him for the night. Bryce had made it clear that he'd rather have her enjoy a fun-filled night with the girls. After a brief argument, Sarah begrudgingly complied.

The night dragged on until around three am when Sarah realized that she had no way of returning home. She had gotten a little too enthusiastic, drinking herself into oblivion once Ellie and Alex left earlier with their respective escorts. Since her boyfriend was unavailable to collect her from the bar, she was forced to call on her best friend; the one and only Chuck Bartowski. He was pretty reliable and expected that he'd have no qualms about taking her home in her current, not-so sober state.

She grabbed her phone from the depths of her purse, slowly dialing his number. Even as drunk as she currently was, Sarah had no trouble recalling Chuck's number by heart. But her inebriation prevented her to consider why, out of everyone in her contacts list, did she learn to memorize his, but not give Bryce—her boyfriend—the same courtesy.

A few rings later and Chuck answered.

"Hello, Sarah?" He asked confusedly. "What's up?"

She found herself grinning at the sound of his voice. "Heyyy, Chuckles!"

The amusement in his tone was unmistakable. "Sarah, are you drunk?" A pause. "Are you drunk dialing me?" He burst into laughter, which made her smile widen. "That's awesomely unexpected of you."

"Chuck, I'm NOT drunk!" She tried protesting, but it came out more like a petulant whine. It also failed to wipe the ridiculous smile from off her face. "Chuck, Chuck, Chuck. Your name is really funny, did you ever notice that? Chu-u-uckk. I'm so glad your parents were sadists," she finished with a joked followed by incessant giggling.

"Ok, well it's pretty clear that you're definitely drunk."

"Am not."

He ignored her, asking. "Where are you anyway? Ellie is already home with Captain Awesome, and Morgan said he was getting 'lucky' with Alex tonight."

"Welll," slurred Sarah and she glanced around the mostly empty bar. "I'm at this bar, and since my man is at home sick, I couldn't call him to get me. I didn't want to bother Ellie or Alex either because I'm pretty sure they're gonna make their men really happy tonight. You should know that, Chuck…because Ellie…"

Chuck interjected her drunken ramblings. "You want me to come get you?"

"YES!" yelled Sarah happily. "Oh, Chuck, you're so sweet!"

"Sweet? Geez, thank you for making me feel like I'm eight," he joked.

"You are definitely NOT eight!" exclaimed Sarah with absolute seriousness. "I've seen you naked before, and let me tell you, buddy… I know you're not eight. And don't worry, it was completely by accident," she continued in the same obnoxious voice, but dropped to a whisper when she added quickly, "on purpose."

"Alrighty then," said Chuck. "I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't move, or do anything stupid, ok?"

Sarah shouted. "Yes sir!" Then she followed it with her best military salute barring the fact that Chuck wouldn't be able to see it.

Minutes passed at a snail's pace for Sarah. Waiting for Chuck had become a chore. But when he finally emerged into the bar, she was all smiles. She came running towards him, leaping into the air where Chuck had no choice but to catch her.

"Chuck!"

He chuckled. "I assume you're ready to go?"

"So very ready," she nodded.

The ride back to Sarah's apartment was interesting. While Chuck figured that she'd pass out by now, he was proven wrong. She was awake, chatting about everything that could hold her attention for at least thirty seconds before switching to a new topic.

"You know what I'd really, really like to do, Chuck?" asked Sarah as they rolled up to the complex's parking lot. Chuck put the car into Park; giving her an expectant look. "And for a super long time?"

"Sleep?" he guessed.

She shook her head. "No! I'd really like to kiss you."

Chuck blinked. "Um, what? Why?"

"Well, first of all, because you look really handsome right now. Like always for that matter. Second, because your lips are looking pretty tempting."

"You don't know what you're saying, Sarah," explained Chuck. "You're drunk, so I'll just blame this entire conversation on that." With that, he exited the car, rounding to the passenger's side where he opened her door. He held out a hand to which Sarah took it, and Chuck proceeded to guide her towards the apartment she shared with Bryce.

Once they made it to the door, Chuck already had the room key in his hand. Sarah was unable to find them in her purse alone, so he took it upon himself to facilitate the situation. Before he sent her off however, he stopped and sighed. Chuck regarded her with a sad smile.

"I'd like to say for the record, if we weren't both in a stable relationship; I would've kissed you the second you told me that." He had admitted this so fast that it a miracle that Sarah comprehended every word. She felt her breath hitch, her heart beating furiously in her chest. His confession nearly sobered her up. Chuck noted her shocked expression, resuming. "But we are in stable relationships…and you won't remember anything I said come tomorrow morning."

Little did Chuck know that he'd be wrong on both accounts.

Sarah nodded as if she agreed. Maybe it was better just to let the alcohol work its magic and rid her of these memories. It'd only complicate her relationship with Chuck if she'd remember the truth. So without further protest, she unlocked the door, prying it ajar with Chuck following in tow.

When he flicked the lights on, they both stopped dead in their tracks. Sitting on the couch was their respective lovers, both a little too close together to be seen as platonic. In fact, their bodies were practically intertwined. They were almost naked. What skin was left exposed glistened with sweat as they both panted in unison. A musky stench hung in the stale air.

Seeing Bryce and

Jill in such a…compromise position had depraved Sarah of inebriations. She was left sober, yet incredibly nauseas from what she had witnessed. Hands covering her mouth, she darted to the bathroom without sparing the cheaters a second glance. This left Chuck to give them both a hardened look before he took off after Sarah.

He expected to find her near the toilet, vomiting. Instead she was standing in front of the mirror, studying her reflection while she continued to sob. Her sadness made Chuck's heart break. He approached Sarah and pulled her into a strong embrace. For a few moments, he held her as she cried. Then she drew back, and the devastating look was replaced by anger. He knew that it was directed at Bryce. Mostly because he felt the same resentment burning for Jill.

They left the bathroom together. Upon returning to the living room, Sarah saw that at least Bryce and Jill had the dignity to clothe themselves. The duo gave her and Chuck remorseful looks, though seemed forced.

Sarah glared. "Get out."

Her voice was icy cold. Bryce and Jill got up, collected their things and left the apartment without a word. Sarah watched them go, and out of the corner of her eye, saw Chuck standing by the door with a pained grimace. He placed a hand on the door knob, ready to follow suit.

He sighed heavily. "I should probably go."

Sarah walked up to him, shaking her head with blue eyes bright and pleading. She could not allow him to leave. Not in the state she was in. Now more than ever, she needed Chuck's company.

"Stay," she almost begged. "Please."

J&M