A/N: I swore to myself I wasn't going to post this story here until I finished it. I swore. No it's not finished. I'm currently working on Chapter 6. However, I did post it on another site and it, to date, has been my most popular. Some of you are going to see Shaw and bounce. Shaw is not that big a deal in this fic. It honestly could have been random spy dude. This is a Charah story. This is what I do best, and while many of you think Reassigned is the best I've done, I feel this one pushes it. So this will not come out fast. (I'm serious...quit rolling your eyes!) (Now that I published it, it will probably be done next week.) Get ready for a love story that makes me tear up each time I write it. BTW Angelgurl0...you rock!

A/N 2: Soooo. I had this angst filled story in my head, and sent the idea to my beta. You ever have that teacher in school that has a big red pen and likes to use it…..Welp, that's what happened. That being said, this isn't my normal fluff fest. It's more early Truffaut Industries. It's more early Reassigned. (What can I say, I love single parent fics) This one will upset some of you, but like Reassigned, the payoff in the end is worth it, I think. My beta and I have gone over this plot backwards and forwards, in fact most of the backstory is her idea. It's gonna end Charah, I promise. Story takes place in present day. Welcome to Wanting It All Ch 1, Welcome Back

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, however at this point we all have to admit it owns me.

"Miss Walker, don't forget your 3 o'clock." Sarah looked up from her computer and smiled at her assistant, Lisa. Without her she'd of quit this job two weeks ago. She looked over at the picture of her and her son on her desk. That reminded her, Jordan was going to need some new fall outfits this year. "Lisa, you've got two kids. Do they ever slow down growing enough where one outfit lasts for two season?"

"Nope." Sarah dropped her head. "I told you to buy at the second-hand store."

"Oh, its not the cost, well…not all of it, but it's finding something he's willing to wear."

"Ohhhh," Lisa said, grinning. "So you're saying he's stubborn, like his mother." Sarah gave a crooked grin and pointed her pen at Lisa. "Daycare called." Sarah froze. "They wanted you to know, 'so far so good.'" Sarah's shoulders sagged in relief. Jordan hadn't been thrilled about the move. Sarah hadn't either if she were honest. He had resorted to not using the toilet to show his displeasure. Three weeks ago they had arrived in Los Angeles. Sarah had applied for, and gotten a job as the Office Manager at the Los Angles branch of the State Department. It helped she already had security clearances from her days as a CIA analyst.

She sat back in her chair and looked around. Back in LA. The one place she had been really happy. For less than a year of her life, but she had been happy, and loved. She tried and tried in DC, but when only one is trying and the other is just convenient….she probably stayed too long, truth be told, but she had a child by him and she had to TRY. It didn't work. It would never work, and now she was back. She didn't know if things would work here, but she was away from the CIA, away from her ex, and back in the one place she felt loved. Well, she did feel loved at one time. She looked at the Barsoft website again. He had done good, she wasn't surprised. A smile came to her lips. It had been eight long years since she saw him, but maybe, just maybe, she had a chance, and even if she didn't, she had to try, for her sake. Because she deserved to be happy. He had taught her that over those eight months. Lisa stuck her head in after Sarah had heard the outside door open. "Sarah, Mr. Grimes is here."

"Did you say, Grimes?" Sarah asked, standing. She stood and headed toward the door when she saw him. She never thought she'd see him again and from the look on his face, it was quite obvious he didn't want to see her.

"Jenny Burton," he said softly, like someone who had been betrayed…and to a certain extent, he had. He had a hard look on his face, which was difficult, because Morgan was hardly ever mad at anyone, only when someone hurt his friends, more specifically, Chuck Bartowski. She swallowed and went to open her mouth. "I don't think Barsoft is interested in this contract after all." With that he turned and stormed out. Well, he tried, until he tried to push the door open.

"Morgan, you have to pull the door to open it," Sarah said.

"I'M AWARE!" he yelled, grabbing it flinging it open, and stomping off.

"That went well," Sarah muttered. Lisa turned to her.

"You knew him?"

"Another lifetime ago," Sarah admitted. "I thought the meeting was with Skip Johnson?"

"Apparently Mr. Grimes is the Vice-President and decided he needed to be here so he took his place."

"Apparently I should have studied Barsoft more," Sarah said, staring of into the distance.

"But you know everything about their products and their reputation," Lisa countered.

"But not their personnel," Sarah countered.

"Miss Walker," Lisa began. "Sarah." Sarah turned to her. "You've been here three weeks doing everything, it's not the end of the world."

"No, you're right, this wasn't the end of the world."

Lisa studied Sarah. "Are you okay?" Sarah shrugged and trudged back to her office.

-ooooo-

2009

"Dad, what are we doing?" Jenny asked Jack. School was starting in a week, and yet here they were, leaving again. Jack had a job lined up in San Diego, but at the last minute he pulled out of it and they were off and running.

"Something smelled wrong." Jack had gotten a feeling that something just wasn't right in San Diego. It was Jenny's last year in school, and he had wanted her to graduate with her friends, but it wasn't going to happen, not for their safety. Jenny was just going to have to spend the 09-10 school year in Burbank. "Sorry, Kiddo, I'm sure things will be fine in Burbank."

"Burbank, Dad, really?"

"Jenny, something was wrong," he insisted. Jenny sighed and watched the miles go by. Packing up and running…again. God, why couldn't she have a normal life, with friends. She never could make friends, much less a boyfriend. Maybe someday, maybe she could soon when her dad quit running, or she finally just left. This was her last time. The very last time. She needed some sense of life, of purpose, and leaving every time something was wrong was getting old. She was done with this life…done.

-ooooo-

Present Day

"What did you learn today, Jordan?" Sarah asked her son as he was playing with his toys in the living room. She looked through the open area in the kitchen where she could see him. He had some Legos out playing with them. She thought they were the Spider-Man ones, but she wasn't sure. She didn't understand all of that stuff, and that thought made her stop in her tracks. He would. She shut her eyes and shook her head. Eight damn years. She could murder her father. She really could. She looked over at Jordan and shook her head. As bad as things are, as much as it hurt, she loved her little guy, and she wouldn't change a thing if it meant not having him. She realized he hadn't answered and looked in on him. He was staring out the window.

"Mommy! A troll!" Sarah laughed. He had been watching too many cartoons. There were no such things as trolls. There was a knocking on the door and she walked over to get it. "Be careful, Mommy, the troll will get you!"

"You silly goose," she said chuckling. "There are no trolls, Baby." His look said he didn't believe her. She opened the door and her mouth dropped. She closed her eyes for a split second, and rubbed her first two fingers of her right hand against her temple to try and push away the pain that came on. "Morgan."

"Oh! Come on!" he said, loudly. "You're the new next-door neighbor?" Morgan was holding a pan, which meant Morgan lived somewhere in this neighborhood, and if she smelled what she thought she smelled that meant this was from Bolonia.

"Please, come in, and try not to be too loud and scare my son," Sarah said, stepping away to let him in. Morgan's jaw dropped and he worked it back and forth.

"You have a kid?"

"Are you a troll?" Jordan asked.

"Jordan! That's not nice!" Sarah scolded.

"Sorry Mr. Troll," Jordan said. Sarah started to say something when Morgan held up his hand.

"May I?" he asked. She nodded. It may have been 8 years, but she knew one thing and that was Morgan Grimes would never intentionally hurt someone.

"Hey, Buddy," Morgan said, squatting down. "What are you playing with?" Jordan went shy. "It looks like Spider-Man and Doctor Octopus." Jordan's face lit up. "Now, I'm assuming it's before Octavious went all Superior Spider-Man, and he was just old Doc Ock, trying to marry Peter's Aunt May."

"He's got tenttables," Jordan said. Morgan smiled at him. Sarah put her hand on his shoulder.

"Could you watch him for a bit, I need to finish making his dinner, it will only take a few minutes?" Sarah asked. Morgan smiled.

"Not a problem," he said, sitting down beside Jordan and picking up a figure. "Now, is this Electro?"

"Yep, he shoots lightning. Jimmy at school says he shoots it out of his butt, but I don't think that's true."

Morgan nodded sagely. "Can't be, because if you sit on the toilet and shoot lightning out, it will hit the water, and that would be bad."

"See MOM! I told Jimmy!" Sarah smiled, and felt an ache in her heart. She was glad to see Morgan, it was just there was someone else she wanted to see more.

-ooooo-

Morgan sat at the table after Sarah had told him everything that had happened after the last time he had seen her. Bolonia's lasagna had been heavenly, as usual, and Sarah had made them both salads to go with it. Jordan had finished eating before them, went to color, and was nearly asleep from the long day.

"So, you're telling me," Morgan began…again.

"Yep," she said, knowing where this was going.

"And you didn't find out until," he continued.

"Yep," she said, taking a drink of her wine.

"And he has no idea?" Morgan finished.

"None, unless you told him," Sarah said, with a pointed look. Morgan shook his head.

"There is no way, Jen-Sarah, sorry, I'll get used to it."

She shrugged. "What's the point?"

Morgan grinned. "Oh, I think Barsoft needs to reschedule that appointment."

Sarah gave him a crooked smile. "Thanks, Morgan." She laid her hand on his arm. "Ellie hates me, right?"

"Oh, we're not even allowed to say your name, it's worse than Voldemort," Morgan said. "In fact, there's a name she calls you I'm just not comfortable saying."

Sarah nodded. "I don't blame her. Do I even bother trying?"

"You know there's going to be a lot of crying, right?" She nodded. "And yelling." She nodded again. "And that's just Ellie." Sarah sighed. "But, if what you're saying is true…don't you owe it to the both of you?"

"I guess," she said.

"Look, give me some time to figure out the best way to tell him you're back."

"Let's talk about something more fun," Sarah said, having enough of the bad trip down memory lane. "How does a VP live in a house with his mom?" She had a smirk on her face.

"Oh," he said, sitting back like it was no big deal. "When we hit it big, we bought Mom a new place, and I didn't want her to be alone."

Sarah nodded. "You were living with Chuck and he kicked you out?"

"Totally," he said, nodding. "That's exactly what happened." Sarah threw her head back and laughed.

"She has a sound proof room," he began.

"WHOAA!" Sarah said, cutting him off and laughing. "I don't need to know all of that."

"I didn't either," Morgan deadpanned. Sarah laughed, realizing some things would never change.

-ooooo-

2013

Sarah sat at the bar. It was a Friday night and the place was dead. It was "the CIA" bar, and on the weekends, everyone usually hit a regular bar to find someone other than the usual suspects. Sarah was spending another night alone. The one guy she thought was special had used her, the one guy she loved. She loved him, but he didn't love her, and she didn't know how she'd ever get over him. That's when she saw him walk in. He was good looking, tall, and screamed CIA. He looked at the seat beside her and she shrugged.

"What are you having?" he asked.

"Mo. Ji. Toe," she said, pronouncing each syllable. Screw him. Screw Chuck Bartowski. Use her and toss her to the side. Four years later and it still hurt like it was yesterday. Four years later and every night she found herself staring at a phone thinking about calling him. He made her believe she could have more than the life her father taught her. He made her believe that she COULD have forever, and then she fell for the longest con in the book. He got her in the sack, and then he broke up with her. Screw him. She was so glad her dad convinced her to leave instead of talking to him. She really wished she had stayed to talk to him. God, she missed Chuck.

"Drinking to forget?" he asked. She looked at him. He shrugged, turned back to his drink.

"You as well?" she asked, really not caring but thought she ought to be polite. He was buying her a drink after all.

"Dead four months now," he said, sobering her up. "You're with the company, right?" She nodded. "Sarah something? Sorry."

"Sarah Walker," she said. "Analyst."

"Daniel Shaw," he replied. "My girlfriend was part of this all woman squad, and a mission went bad. She died. Four months ago, and it feels like four minutes ago."

"The guy who made me believe that everyone deserves love dumped me with a letter," she replied. He looked at her and nodded. "Four years ago. I can't get over him, but God I want to."

He chuckled. "Sounds like we're a perfect pair." She gave him a look. "Neither one of us wants to feel anything for the person we do, and neither one of us can ever fully commit to anyone else."

"To not falling in love again," Sarah said, holding up her glass.

"To not falling in love again," Daniel said, holding up his. They clinked them together and drank, to forget.

-ooooo-

Present Day

"Mommy, why are we going into the green and yellow store?" Sarah was holding Jordan's hand as they crossed the parking lot to the Buy More. She was having trouble with her phone and really didn't have a lot of extra time. She walked in, looked around, saw the customer service desk, and walked over to it. No one was anywhere to be seen. She was about to turn, when she noticed two men sitting on the ground, backs against the wall. She sighed.

"Hello, I need help with my phone," Sarah said, thinking about grabbing the short, dark-haired one and hauling him to his feet.

"Mommy, are they hurt?" Jordan asked.

"No, they're just slackers who don't like to work," came the voice behind Jordan. Sarah stiffened. No. It couldn't be. Not him, not here. She turned around and there he was, older, a little more filled out, and God, look at that hair. It wasn't super curly like it was in high school. It was more of a professional cut. He was wearing a button up, sleeves rolled up, blue jeans, and Chucks….always Chucks, and it was like it was eight years ago all over again. "Jenny?" the voice whispered.

"Hi, Chuck," she said, with as much control of her voice she could muster. Shock covered his face and she could see his eyes get misty. "I was thinking about you today, tomorrow is your birthday, right?"

"Could you two take it somewhere else, we're trying to avoid work," Lester said, coming up from behind the desk.

"Uh, yeah, sure, can you talk for a second or do you have to run?" he asked. He winced as soon as he said it. He pressed his lips together and berated himself silently. She had seen him do that before. God it was good to see him.

"I deserved that," she said softly.

"No, no you didn't," Chuck said.

"I did," Sarah answered. "I have been trying to figure out how to approach you, and frankly, I was scared to."

Chuck's eyes opened wide. "Scared of me?" he asked. He chuckled, and then he sobered up. "Oh, scared of Ellie."

"Chuck, I'm terrified of Ellie, but yeah I am scared of you," Sarah admitted.

"Are you gonna hurt my Mommy?" Jordan asked. Chuck had noticed the little boy but in all the commotion had forgotten about him. He bent down to his level.

"No, I'm not, Buddy." Chuck gave him a grin and Sarah smiled seeing the two of them together. "I'm Chuck, what's your name?" Jordan looked up to his mom to make sure it was okay. "Hey, that's the right idea, always make sure it's okay to talk to someone with your mom before you do."

Sarah nodded and Jordan grinned at him. "I'm Jordan," he said. "And this is my Mommy, Sarah."

"Sarah, huh?" Sarah nodded, and Chuck returned the nod. "I knew her before you were around," he fake whispered to him. Jordan's eyes got big.

"Did you know my daddy too?" Jordan asked. Chuck looked up at Sarah who shook her head.

"I'm afraid not." Jordan looked sad.

"He's in Warshington," Jordan explained.

"Washington, Sweetie," Sarah said. Jordan nodded. Chuck stood up as Anna came by.

"Hey, Chuck we've got some cookies in the back, I could take him if you want us to watch him for a minute?" Anna said.

"Really not my call, Anna," Chuck said.

"How about I sneak him a couple and show him some of the kid's computers over there," Anna said, pointing where Sarah could see. Sarah smiled and nodded. Anna took off.

"Sooo," Chuck began.

"Yeah, huh, I have lots to say, and I-I'm not sure where to start," Sarah began. Chuck looked down at Jordan and make a face. Jordan laughed at him.

"He's funny, Mommy."

"He is baby, no one could make me laugh like Chuck Bartowski," Sarah said looking at him. Anna showed back up and took the little boy away where Sarah could see him. Chuck moved over so she could shift and have a better sight line. She gave him a grateful smile. "Chuck, I'm so sorry. I…we were lied to. No, I was, and I believed it. Damn it." She looked away, tears in her eyes.

"Sarah, it's okay, it was eight years ago, obviously you've moved on," Chuck said, trying to put her at ease and protect his heart. She stared at him. Moved on. How the hell was she was supposed to move on? She gathered herself. "Hey, you said your cellphone was broken, may I?" She handed it to him. He looked at it, and then at her. He shook his head.

"What?" she asked, trying to keep the grin off of her face, but couldn't.

"I mean where did you find this relic?" he asked. He flipped it over, found what he was looking for, took a few steps over to the nerd herd desk, grabbed something, and came back over. "So Sarah, huh?"

"I'm Sarah Walker," she said. "Can you fix it?" He stopped gave her a, "please" look making her giggle. "Don't forget to put your number in there, please?" She said, biting her lip.

"Sarah Walker, huh?" He grinned, noticing her nervousness. "I like it." He fixed the phone, and looked at it. He swallowed, and looked at her. "I don't know if that's a good idea, me putting my number in there." She nodded.

"Can I at least give you mine?" she asked softly. He was quiet for a long minute. "If you just ever decide to talk, you could call me from a different line than yours."

"Sarah, I'm stupid rich, I could go buy a cell phone and toss it after I talked to you," he said honestly. "God, that sounded awful, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to come off like an ass."

"No, I didn't think you were," she said. "You're more guarded than you use to be. If I did that to you, then I'm sorry."

"You taught me a very valuable lesson," he said.

"Chuck, it is not what you think."

"Sarah, I need to go. I'm not blowing you off, I really need to go." He pulled out his phone and handed it to her. She blinked.

"You know I could get the number off of here," she said, grinning, her tongue between her teeth.

"Are you happy?" he asked seriously, causing her to stop. She shook her head.

"I love Jordan, don't get me wrong, but no, Chuck, I'm not." She finished putting her information in the phone and handed it to him. "Think about it."

"No promises," he said. "But I'll think about it." She nodded. "Yes, tomorrow is my birthday."

"Ellie throwing you a party?" Chuck looked away, his cheeks reddened. "She'd kill me if I were there wouldn't she." Chuck laughed out loud and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He studied her, and saw her hair had fallen from behind her ear. His hand was halfway to reaching up to push it behind her ear when he stopped himself. It had been eight years since he had done that. EIGHT YEARS! What was he doing? "Sorry," he mumbled. She shook her head.

"Chuck," she said softly.

"Mommy, can we go?" Jordan asked. She blinked in frustration and her eyes were full of tears. She turned to her son.

"Okay, baby, say goodbye to Mr. Chuck," as she scooped him up.

"Good bye Mr. Chuck. Happy Birthday!"

"Hey, who told you?" Chuck asked.

"Miss Anna did, and she said we should come to your party for cake and ice cream." Sarah and Chuck exchanged a look. Sarah couldn't help but grin.

"She did, did she," Chuck said, looking at Anna who scurried away.

"Are you and her?" Sarah asked. Chuck shook his head.

"I have a stupid amount of money, so I bought this place, sentimental reasons, stupid reasons, but reasons," Chuck said, grinning. Sarah looked at him.

"So if I really wanted to find you, I could just ask Anna," Sarah said, with a confident smirk.

"You are such trouble," Chuck said softly.

"I swear to God I won't hurt you again," she said just as softly. Tears were in both of their eyes.

Chuck turned to Jordan. "Wanna come to my party tomorrow?"

"YEAH!" he yelled.

Chuck grinned at him. "I'll call your mom, or Miss Anna could just tell you. I gotta go. See you two tomorrow." Sarah reached out with her free hand and like a magnet, his was in hers.

"I swear, Chuck," she said softly. He nodded, let her hand go and walked out of the Buy More. She turned to her son. "Thank you." He nodded. He didn't know what he did, but he nodded.

A/N: So, there you have the beginning. There is a backstory here that will upset some of you, maybe as bad at Truffaut, maybe more. I love this fic. It tells me true love wins in the end. I'm a sappy schnook, and I'm good with it. Hoped you liked it, reviews are always welcomed…til next time.

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