A/N: Hey everyone! Ithought I give Chuck fics a shot so here is a quick one-shot. Now let me explain how I got this idea. I have had this hunch since the first episode. A theory you might say thay Sarah may know Chuck better then he really knows about.

I hope you like it and please comment!

Enjoy!

I want to tell him. I want to tell him who I really am, the person he most likely doesn't want to see. The one person he is afraid to meet again. I mean, how is he going to react when he finally finds out who I really am? He is gonna hate me I know it! And just as we started to get closer again.

Lets just say things with me and Chuck are "complicated". He thinks he just met me when I was assigned to him, and we really connected in a level. Until I kissed him. Why did I kiss him? Maybe I wanted to feel the old feelings we had back in the day. Maybe I wanted to see if he knew who I was in our kiss. I just couldn't bear not knowing not having one last kiss with him before we die.

It's just so hard! I want to reveal to him who I am, so maybe we could continue from where we left off, but that would be bad for the mission. I mean I changed my appearance, personality, and my life to be an agent. I did it to be with someone else.

I put on my dress and heels and do my hair and makeup. It feels good that for one night, tonight to be exact, my only night off in years that I can really be me. I just cant mention the whole "being an agent" thing. Yeah, that would me kinda bad.

It was such a relief to hear that Chuck wasn't going to this. I can relax a little bit better knowing that I won't stress and him wondering why I am here. I remember the conversation:

"So you're not gonna go?" I ask him.

"No Sarah, it's just gonna bring back too many memories. I can't handle the shame again." he says.

"Ok. Are you sure?" I ask

"I am completely , absolutely 100 positive that I am not going."

Thank God. I get into the car and drive to the hotel. I give them my name (my real name) at the main lobby, and they lead me to the ballroom. I see pictures of memories from the time and Stanford memorabilia all around. Someone taps me on the shoulder.

"Jill Webber! Is that really you?" the person asks. I turn around and I see my old friend Kim.

"Kim!" I give her a hug, we go sit down at a table, and we begin to fill each other on our lives.

If only he knew…