Disclaimer: I don't own "Chuck". In fact, I didn't even come up with the universe in which this fic occurs. Chuck belongs to NBC, WB, and Schwartz and Fedak. This universe is the creation of Malamoo. All thanks be to them =)

A/N: Okay, this is just a bit of parody. In my review to the latest chapter of Malamoo's Chuck vs. the Second Chance, I suggested that Jill show up and really drive home some hard facts for Sarah. Moo suggested that I write that, and post it as a companion piece to her fic, so I did. Once again, I had her express permission to do this piece. If any of you get the idea to do something like this in the future to a fic by another author, I can't stress enough that you should ASK FIRST! That said, I hope you enjoy, and please review. Thanks!

Sarah reaches out to link her hand with Chuck's. It's impossible to deny the electricity that seems to pass through his touch. Her eyes meet his, and suddenly, she feels more vulnerable than she has since she left, all those years ago. She knows he can probably see it in her eyes, but there's nothing she can do to stop the rush of emotion that she knows passes in their shared gaze.

"Just like old times," Sarah repeats his words from before. Her voice is strained, the words coming out in a whisper. She's not even sure if she actually said them.

As the couple moves towards the front of the condo, a figure appears on the other side of the stained glass opening in the front door. Sarah immediately tenses and pulls Chuck behind her. It's irrational, she knows, but even after all of this time, her protective instincts are always at their peak around the man with the kind brown eyes.

"Who is it?" Sarah demands, a hard edge behind her voice. The blondes hand was wrenched behind her back to get a firm grasp of the firearm she keeps concealed in the waistband of her jeans.

"Chuck?" asks the clearly feminine voice that is muffled by the wooden door.

Chuck immediately recognizes who has come to call, and moves Sarah aside. He swings the door open to reveal a woman a little shorter than Sarah, long brunette hair, and brown eyes. Jill.

The sight of Sarah's old nemesis does nothing to relax the grip she has on her Smith & Wesson. It's everything Sarah can do to keep a low growl from escaping her lips. Just as the years have done nothing to dim Sarah's feelings for Chuck, the same years have done nothing to diminish the agent's distaste for Chuck's college sweetheart.

"Chuck, can I speak to you in private for a moment?" Sarah asks through clenched teeth.

Deciding that avoiding an argument in front of Jill will be for the best, Chuck gives in to Sarah's request. The couple walks down the hall, and Sarah shoves Chuck into the first room they come to.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Sarah asks, clearly annoyed.

"Well, what do you want me to tell you, Sarah? You've been gone a long time. I told you I haven't just been waiting for you. I needed a friend," Chuck explains, as calmly as he can. Sarah is amazed that he doesn't seem to understand why she'd be upset.

"And that's who you choose as a friend? Chuck? Do you not remember what that woman did to you? To us?" Sarah has become very animated at this point. Her hands are flailing about wildly to illustrate just how upset she is with this revelation.

"That's in the past, Sarah. She's been here for me. That's more than I can say for you," he says accusingly. He didn't want this conversation to get so heated, but Sarah certainly touched on a nerve when she began speaking poorly of someone that Chuck has come to rely on in his very lonely life.

"Well you need to tell her to leave!" Sarah growls. "I'm here to protect you, and I don't need outside interference. And besides, I think we have a cover to maintain."

"Sarah, we do have a cover to maintain, but we're inside my home – well, one of my homes. Nothing needs to be kept up here. Why don't you go to the kitchen until you cool down, while I go talk to Jill?" Chuck says, regaining his composure. It's easy to be the level-headed one when Sarah is being so unreasonable.

"Talk?" Sarah huffs. "Is that what you're calling it now?"

"Yes, okay!" Chuck shouts. "Yes, Jill and I have been sleeping together. And yes, that is what will probably happen while you're in the kitchen waiting. Happy?"

"No I'm not happy!" Sarah answers with venom in her voice. "How could you, Chuck?"

"How could I?" He shakes his head, the ridiculousness of the argument dawning on him. "We all have needs Sarah. Do you mean to tell me that you haven't had other lovers since you left?"

"No!" Sarah says. A blush of guilt rises to her cheeks. "Well, yes, of course I have, but it was for the job, Chuck. You know what I have to do sometimes. But why her?"

Chuck's anger finally boils over. "I don't have to explain myself to you, Sarah. I have no reason to be sorry for anything. Jill has been there for me, and I've been there for her. We've helped one another, because no one else in the world was there to help us. So you go wait in the kitchen while I talk to my friend."

It's been forty-five minutes, and now Sarah has migrated from the kitchen to the sofa in the living room. The unmistakable sounds of love have been coming from one of the back bedrooms, and the thought of what is going on has the blonde's blood nearly boiling.

Finally, the noises stop, and Sarah is left alone in silence to contemplate what is going on. Chuck has gone back into the arms of the betrayer, and it is Sarah herself that has driven him there. It doesn't help take the sting off of the situation to recognize her fault, but for the moment, it redirects her anger from Jill, to herself.

That is, until minutes later Jill emerges from the hallway, straightening out her clothes. Sarah's anger towards the brunette has returned in full force. It takes ever fiber of strength Sarah possesses not to rush the doctor of bio-chemistry and beat her to a bloody pulp, but Sarah knows that wouldn't sit well with Chuck.

"It was nice seeing you again, Sarah," Jill says with a smug look of satisfaction, exiting through the same door she'd entered just more than an hour before.

Once again Sarah is tempted beyond words to chase after the other woman and leave her in a pool of her own blood. But before any violence can occur, Chuck comes from the hallway, cutting off the menacing glare Sarah has cast on the now closed door.

He ignores the look of rage and betrayal that is on the face of his once again protector, and once again reaches out a hand for her.

"I think we were headed out for a cover date. Shall we?" Chuck asks.

A/N: Ahhh…nothing like some Chuck/Jill parody, huh? I hope you enjoyed it, and I look forward to your feedback. You guys are awesome. Peace.