AUTHORS NOTE: I do not own Chuck or Sarah :(. I just own their two adorable children.

My name is Josie and this is sort of a prologue. I'm trying to decide if I want to take the story any further. PLEASE leave reviews, they're greatly appreciated! Also, if anyone would be interested in being a Beta please msg me on my tumblr (adampally). I'm not the best with spelling, so a Beta is always appreciated3.

Anyways, here's the intro to my story!

Chuck stared down at the picture he had drawn four years prior of the family he and Sarah had imagined. The perfect house, the perfect baby... The perfect life. It was hard to imagine that four years had passed since that moment of pure bliss inside of the bullet train. It was weird to think about how different the people on that train were from the people who ended up leaving the train.

It had been a long road since that day on the bullet train. He had gone from being on top of the world to losing everything he loved. All of this caused by the computer that brought him those things that he loved. Pain was inevitable with the job he had chosen... He knew that.. He just never really expected the pain to hit him that hard.

The damage done to Sarah's memories, at the time, were irreversible. No one knew what to do to fix the gaping hole left in her mind. Chuck had promised to figure out a way to bring those moments back to her, to bring back the very things that made her who she was. With Ellie's help, and a vast CIA budget, they were able to make a device called the Bartowski (mostly because Ellie was awful at naming things and Chuck really didn't want to spend time trying to think of something himself). The Bartowski couldn't nessicarily put the memories back all at once, but they helped Sarah's mind open up so that she could slowly remember them herself. It was a long process, but Chuck loved those moments when a mission came back to her. The joy that took over her face was something that he never wanted to fade.

It took a year for her to gain 80% of her memories back. That year was spent re-learning how to love, how to trust. It was spent with family and friends, and with limited spy work. General Beckman would call them every so often with a mission that she knew only her best team could accomplish and they would go back out for "one last mission". Sarah had to relearn what it was like to become a human again, and it was just as difficult for her the second time as it was the first. She knew though, whatever she needed she would have Chuck there to catch her when she fell...

Chuck smiled as he put the picture back in its frame, hanging it back on the wall. They had come a long way in those four years.

"Daddddddy!"

A small voice came from the upstairs of their home, the dream home that they had carved their names in so many years ago.

"DADDY HELP!"

Another scream. Chuck's instincts went into full fledge spy mode and he jumped from his seat, running up the stairs. What he found was Sarah's tiny carbon copy sitting on the floor with her left foot stuck in her right shoe. He chuckled as he bent down to help the three year old. He blonde curls fell across her face as she tried desperately to pull her foot out of her shoe.

"Woah, Larkin, hold on baby girl. Calm down and I'll help."

He picked up the small girl and sat her on her dresser. She had a frown on her face that matched Sarah's to the T. Their features were so similar that it was almost scary. It was almost like she wasn't even his, but some little super clone of her mother.

"How did this happen?" He smiled, pulling her tiny little foot out of her boot and putting the boot on the correct foot.

"I'm a big girl I wanted to do it myself!" She sighed, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

Chuck laughed, grabbing the other boot off of the floor and putting it on the other foot. "You did great, just remember Larkin, if you want to find the left hand you've got a tiny little speck on your left thumb, but not on the right thumb." He held her tiny hand in his own, pointing to a small birthmark on her left thumb.

"It's just so hard, I try and try but lefts and rights get me every time!" Larkin pouted, her bottom lip sticking out more-so than usual. Chuck smiled, brushing the hair out of her face and kissing her on the top of her head.

"I know, kid. But you've still got time! You're only three, no one's expecting you to be a shoe-tying champion anytime soon."

He picked her up off of the dresser and spun her around, tossing her before putting her back on the floor. The room filled with the sound of her giggles, a sound that Chuck loved more than anything in the world. He knew that as long as those giggles were coming from her tiny little lips then everything he was doing was right.

"Hey Daddy, when is mommy coming home?"

"She's out with your brother shopping.. But I'm sure she'll be home any minute. Why, what's up?" Chuck sat down on the floor Indian style next to his daughter, pulling her onto his lap.

Larkin sighed, curling up into her Daddy's arms. "I didn't realize babies were so hard to deal with."

Her brother, Jack, was almost two and was proving to be Chuck's mini me. He had dark, messy hair, and could only fall asleep with his Wookie doll and the Starwars theme song playing. Chuck couldn't wait for him to start talking so they could discuss really nerdy things while Larkin and Sarah talked about Karate techniques and gymnastics.

"What do you mean, Larkin?" Chuck laughed softly, rocking her back and forth.

Another sigh from his three year old, "All he does is cry and listen to Starwars music! He needs to learn how to be a big boy, all this crying is giving me a headache!" She put her hand on her head, frowning. Chuck couldn't help but laugh again, "Oh yeah? You sound like your mother."

"Why? Because you cried and listen to Starwars too?" She grinned, poking him in the nose.

"Hey! Anyone ever tell you that you're a big ole meanie?" He started to tickle her. Larkin fell over, her blonde hair falling across her face in ringlets.

"I take it back! This is torture!" Chuck stood up and scooped her up into his arms. "You don't know anything about torture." He laughed, letting her fall backwards to hang upside down in his arms.

"Momma told me that torture is something that drives you crazy and makes you tell your secrets!" She said, matter of factly, her body dangling from Chuck's tight grasp.

He thought about it for a second before nodding. "Your mommy is right."

"I usually am." Sarah came in the door, a little bundle of curly dark hair bundled up in her arms.

Larkin put her hands down towards the floor and Chuck gently let her go, watching as his little super human toddler fell into a handstand and landed on her feet. "Mommy! You're here!"

She ran over to Sarah, who's quick reflexes hadn't faded. She caught her daughter with her son still sitting on her other hip. "Hey kid, what kind of torture was going on in here?!"

"Tickling torture!" Larkin wrapped her arms around Sarah's neck as Jack reached out for Chuck, who grabbed him up.

"Oh no! That's the worst kind! Don't tell him any of our secrets!" Sarah said, giving her daughter a kiss on the forehead.

Larkin sighed, rolling her eyes. "Everyone talks, babe." She grinned as her parents both busted out laughing. Chuck raised his eyebrow, "Where on earth did you hear that?!"

"Uncle Casey!"