Ok, so here is a new story from me. I kind of thought about this idea for awhile. I always thought that they should of introduced a sister for Sarah in the series because it would have been funny to see how Sarah handled being an older sister. In episode 4 of Season 1, they had mentioned that Sarah had been burned when she and her sister had used baby oil instead of sunscreen but they never really played on that. Just kind of left it hanging. So, this is a story that I brewed up in my head of what would happen if Sarah found out she had a sister in Season 5!

I do not own Chuck, although I wish to god that I did! I do, however, own Daytona. Enjoy!

BEDROOM===CHUCK & SARAH'S APARTMENT

"Get up, you lazy ass." Sarah growled as she poked her finger into the soft flesh of a human being. The person grunted and rolled over, away from the older blond. Sarah rolled her eyes and then threw her foot onto the bed, manoeuvering so that it rested just above the person's stomach and pushed, knocking the person on the ground with a loud 'THUMP". The person stood up, rubbed her head and gave Sarah a glare, which would cause the devil himself to shy away.

"What the hell was that for, Sarah?" The woman hissed, hands slinking down to her sides. Her fists began to clench and unclench in anger.

"That was for being pathetic. Here you are, laying in bed all day, crying over a guy that left you for another girl." Sarah said with a hardened tone. Her eyes softened and then she sighed, "I'm sorry, Daytona, but no sister of mine is going to weep over a stupid man." She said and watched as her sister rolled her eyes. "Especially one that didn't deserve you."

"I wasn't crying, nor weeping actually. I was sleeping, you know, a new thing that people tend to do these nights, instead of extracurricular activities right next door to their sisters' room." Daytona mentioned, glaring at Sarah who turned a small shade of red. "Ya, I can hear everything. " Her sister said, cringing slightly. "So can I please sleep?"

Daytona fell back onto her bed, blond hair whipping wildly around her. Sarah sighed. She didn't think it would be this hard. When she found out a year ago that she had had a baby sister, she was ecstatic. She would finally have family of her own. Someone that she could talk to about anything. Not that Ellie wasn't her sister too, but Daytona was her blood sister. It was different somehow. Plus, she was an older sister and that had just made everything much more better. She had always wanted to be an older sister.

When she had first met Daytona, she had been mesmerized by the similarities between the two of them. Blond hair, colbat eyes, goofy smile. It was all there. Even the spy heritage. Daytona had worked for the NSA for years and Sarah never had a clue that she even existed. It hurt to think that she could have had a sister all these years yet her mother nor her father had ever mentioned a word about it. Sarah found it hard to believe the amount of havoc the younger blond brought upon her enemies. For awhile, she had been known as 'The pocketed Ace', meaning that if all else failed, they brought in the Ace up their sleeve and sent her to finish the job. That all changed about two years before the sisters' had met.

Daytona, while on the job, had fallen for her partner, Wesley Scott. He had been one constant in her life and had saved her more times then she could count. That, in turn, had made her fall deeper then she would care to admit. It was those feelings, however, that caused her last and final mission to blow up in her face. She had been on the edge of victory against a major assassian named, Rio Calpectra who had killed many NSA and CIA agents over the last ten years. She had had a knife to his throat, ready to finish the job, when Wesley had been shot. She had hesitated, not long but long enough to let the man elbow her in the gut, and take off into the night. She should have ran after him, but she hadn't, instead she stayed with her partner, letting Rio Calpectra go. Two nights later, Rio killed the NSA Chief-in-staff''s wife.

It was a mistake that not only cost her what was left of her career, but it also cost her the only real man that she had loved. He had stayed with the NSA, leaving her to fend for herself as he got stationed in Bolivia. She regretted it in some ways, but she knew that if she had had the chance to redo the scene in her head, she probably would have done the same thing. Except, she would have never hesitated.

For a year, the young blond was aimlessly going through life, working as a salsa instuctor and getting by, paycheck to paycheck. She hadn't done much with her life and was upset about the fact that she didn't really have anyone to lean on. Her mother had disowned her and her father, well, her father was god know's where. Then, she had met Liam. Liam Stone was one of the men that broke through her stoney walls and made his way into her heart. His dimpled smile won her over and she fell hard for him. Knowing that he was a 'normal' guy made it all more real.

Liam and Daytona had been dating for about a year when Sarah came into the picture. Something that Liam had orchestrated. He had searched high and low for someone in her family so that when he proposed, she would have someone to come to the wedding. Finally, he had come across the name 'Jenny Burton' and although her name had changed to 'Sarah Walker' he had still found her.

FLASHBACK

Chuck Bartowski yawned, stretching his arms high in the air as he strolled into his livingroom. It was a warm, sunny morning and he felt like he should be going for a run. He began to walk back into his room to change when he heard a groan come from said room. Smiling, he entered the room to see his wife of about a year, roll onto his side of the bed and let out another groan.

"You are not supposed to be out of this bed at this time in the morning, Mister." She growled, opening one eye to take a peek at her husband. He smiled and shrugged. "Seriously, get over here, I need my pillow." She whined with a small smile.

"How else are things going to get done around here, if one of us doesn't get up, huh?" He questioned with a smile, earning a growl from his wife. He let out a laugh and began to take his PJ pants off in order to change into his sweats for his run.

"Really? You expect me to let you go, after you decide to strip in front of me?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow as she leaned up on her elbows to get a better look at him. Chuck laughed and shrugged his shoulders, his eyes playful. Sarah narrowed her eyes into slits. "You're not going to come back to bed?"

"I'm gonna go for a run. Need to stay in shape." He said and took his shirt off, smiling internally. Sarah groaned again. Now, he was just teasing her. As Chuck began to search the room for his running pants and shirt he could hear shuffling coming from the bed. His eyes involuntarily drifted towards his beautiful wife wearing his sweats. He smiled, damn she looked good wi- "Hey!, Those are my running pants!" He hissed, watching as a large smirk stretched across her face. Her eyes turned innocent.

"Oh, are they? I had no idea honey." She said innocently, but Chuck knew better and against his better judgement he smiled, while shaking his head. Devious little woman. "Why don't you come over here and take them off of me?"

Chuck's jaw slackened as he stared at his innocent looking wife. The smirk that she had on her face moments before had disappeared. She needed an Oscar for this performance. She actually thought that he would buy the innocent 'oops, I didn't even know' act? Chuck stared at the woman in question and then let a slow smile spread across his face. Two could play at this game.

"That's ok, hun. Considering they're the only pair I use for running, I guess I can take them off your han- ugh, legs." He answered, walking over to her. Had he blinked, he would of missed the small, victorious smirk, that crossed her lips. He hadn't.

Chuck reached her and peeled the blanket back the rest of the way to show her long legs, drowning in his sweat pants. His eyes, never leaving hers, he rested both of his hands on her waist and tucked his fingers under the waistband of the sweats. Sarah's eyes closed involuntarily as she let out a small moan. Chuck began to pull the pants down, agonizingly slow, making sure that his fingers ran across her smooth skin. The original plan had been to torture her with his touch and then leave her hanging but as it turned out, his plan was starting to backfire. Very much so.

Sarah continued to let out little moans as his fingers ran down her thighs and finally, when Chuck couldn't stand it anymore he quickly yanked the pants off, causing his wife's eyes to shoot open and glare at him. He smiled victoriously and dangled them in front of her. Mission, well, half accomplished. She had won, just a little bit.

"Thanks hunny, for you know, keeping them warm." He said with a smirk. Sarah's mouth opened, whether it was in shock or in protest he didn't know. He turned around, pulling his pants on and going to the dresser to retrieve a shirt. Feeling very accomplished, he hadn't heard the snort and the footsteps currently making their way towards him.

When warm hands land on the cool skin of his lower abdomen, he stopped dead in his tracks, closing his eyes. Damn her. Then he felt a body stretch flush across his from behind. Chuck wanted to note in his head that he had tried to succeed in going for a run, but he knew the moment her hands started playing with the string on his sweatpants that he was a goner. So gone.

"Well, I was going to go for a run, but since you asked so nicely." He squeaked with a groan, turning around, picked up his wife, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips. She let out a yelp at the sudden movement but all coherant thoughts left her as he slammed his lips into hers, walking them both over to their bed, and falling down on top of her. His hands began to roam the curve of hips, going lower and lower until he reached her...

DING DONG

Both groaned at the interuption. Chuck pulled away from her slightly and pouted before glaring at their doorway. Could people not leave him and his wife alone for like five hours? That's all he needed. Five freakin' hours. Sarah sighed and rolled him off of her. They both stared at the ceiling for a moment before they heard someone knocking on their door.

"Damn." Chuck moaned and got up from their bed. Sarah looked at him apologetically and obviously frustrated. "I'll get this, get rid of them, and then we can go back to our nice morning." Chuck declared and gave Sarah a wink to which she smiled at.

Chuck threw on a shirt and made his way to the front door. Whoever it was, was here awfully early and although he should have been a little more catious, Chuck didn't care at the moment. He threw the door open, ready to tell whichever friend that was at his door to scram when he saw an unfamiliar face. The man was smiling apologetically, and had a curious look on his face. His jet black hair was spiked to perfection and his tall statuesque figure stood at about Chuck's height.

"Hi, i'm very sorry to bother you, but does, "The man paused, looking down at the piece of paper he carried in his hands, "Sarah Walker live here?" The man finished, looking into Chuck's eyes with hopeful ones. Chuck looked confused as to why this man was looking for his wife.

"Depends, who's asking?" Chuck answered, his eyes automatically turning slightly defensive. Just as the man was about to answer, Sarah walked out in a tank top and shorts.

"Hun, who's at the door?" She asked and watched as the man standing in the doorway froze. She narrowed her eyes slightly, not recognizing this man. "Can we help you?"

"It's true. I found you." The man whispered, in a slight trance. "You look so much like her." Chuck's eyes narrowed in confusion. What was this guy talking about? Chuck was about to open his mouth to stop the guy from staring at his wife when the man spoke, a little louder this time. "I'm sorry for staring. I have been looking for you for about four months now and i'm just shocked that it's actually you."

"Why have you been looking for me exactly?" Sarah asked, putting her hand on the but of her Smith and Wessen that rested against the small of her back. The man smiled and handed Chuck a picture. Chuck looked at it a moment and his eyes widened. He looked up at Sarah and motioned for her to come over where he stood. She complied and went to his side, taking a look at the picture he held. Her eyes grew wide.

"That's my girlfriend, soon-to-be fiancee, Daytona Burton. She's 25 years old is the most stubborn person on the planet. When I do marry her, I wanted her to have some family at the wedding and I had heard from someone that she had a sister she didn't know about." He said, glancing from the picture to the couple in front of him. "I've been looking for you Sarah, because you are her sister." He finished and watched as Sarah's mouth dropped open in shock. Her eyes turned to Chuck's and then back at the man.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Day, you can't lay in bed all day and mope. Sleep deprived or not, this is the only thing you seem to be doing all day, everyday, for the last week and half." Sarah chided gently, not wanting to hurt her sister's feelings but wanting to get her point across. Sarah heard a groan and watched as her sister sat up, glaring daggers at her.

"Fine, i'll go for a run." Daytona replied, jumping out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "Happy?" She asked, sending another glare Sarah's way before marching off to the bathroom to change.

"Ecstatic." Sarah mumbled, before running a hand across her face in slight annoyance. Is this the way she acted when she was upset? God, her poor husband.

KITCHEN===CHUCK & SARAH'S APARTMENT

Chuck smiled as he smelled the delicious aroma of his chocolate chip pancakes that were being cooked. He made them just the way his wife and sister-in-law liked them. He was hoping that today would be the day that Daytona would arise from her cave of a bed and venture out into the real world. It had been over a week since Liam had left her and she had locked herself in her bedroom. Luckily, her very talented sister, and his beautiful wife, managed to pick the lock and make it so that Daytona could never lock her room again.

Chuck's thoughts were interupted when his tired looking wife came into the kitchen, a scowl etched on her face. He put the last of the pancakes on a plate and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. She let out a relieved sigh, and instantly relaxed in his arms. He ran soothing circles along her back and pulled away enough so he could look at her face.

"How's everything going this morning?"

"Well, she's going for a run. Which is good, right?" Sarah questioned and then let out a frustrated sigh. "I just don't know what to do, Chuck. I'm not good at being a sister, I actually kind of suck at it." Sarah said in a defeated voice, her eyes going to the floor. Chuck wanted to shake some sense into his sister-in-law. She was making it extra hard on Sarah and it was ripping her apart.

"Hey, look at me." He whispered, putting a finger under her chin and raising her head to meet his eyes. "You do not suck at being a sister. You are fantastic at it. You're always there for her when she needs you, and you have been supporting her since the day you met her and if you still don't believe me, ask Ellie." He said and let out a small smile. Sarah looked into his eyes and knew that he was right. She was definitely trying to be a good sister, it was just the lack of communication between the two agents. Both had been CIA or NSA agents and had been trained to bottle up their emotions. Maybe that was why she was having such a hard time connecting with her sister.

"She's just so frustrating, Chuck. She constantly gets angry at me, slams the door in my face when I try to talk to her about him, throws my knives at Morgan when she's bored. It's exhausting. "She confessed, letting out another angry sigh. "She won't talk to me. I thought siblings were supposed to come to eachother about this stuff. You know? Like you and Ellie tell eachother everything. Why can't Daytona and I be like that?" She questioned and watched as Chuck let out a small laugh.

"Sarah, sweetheart, Ellie and I have been siblings for over 30 years, where as, you and Daytona have only been sisters for about a year. The sibling magic doesn't just happen over night. It takes time. You two will get there, and then you'll wish that you didn't have to share all of your feelings." He said and pulled Sarah in for a hug. He kissed her on the forehead just as Daytona walked into the kitchen, sporting running shorts and a plain red t-shirt. Her hair was in a messy bun and it looked like she hadn't slept in days if the dark circles were any indication.

"Hey Tonie, I made yours and Sarah's favorite! Chocolate chip pancakes!" Chuck said happily, waving a hand towards the plate full of pancakes. Daytona looked at the stack of pancakes a moment, and turned around.

"Not hungry. "She said, heading for the door to commence her run. Just as she was about to exit the apartment she stopped, and turned her head slightly. "Thanks anyways, Chuck." She said, leaving the apartment. Sarah's mouth opened wide open and turned to glare slightly at her husband.

"She says 'Thank you' to you, yet she can't so much as say, 'Hey Sarah' to me." She growled, not understanding the way her sister was acting. Chuck simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"What can I say? It's all of my Bartowski charm, the Walker woman just flock over it." He said, laughing as he dodged a pillow aimed at his head.

Ok, there's the end of Chapter 1, i'm hoping people like this story. It's going to have tons of Charah and it's going to develop the realtionship between the sister's too! It's going to be a fun story to write and let's face it...I love writing married Charah! They are soooooo fun to write :D I also love writing the reactions between both sister's. It will be an interesting ride, folks, so hold on to your hats, hit that review button and review :D Tell me what you think!