I know it's only been a day, but I woke up this morning to an inbox full of story alerts, and it totally made my day, possibly even my life, and someone suggested that I continue, and this idea came to mind and even though I should have been doing my homework for the past four hours I couldn't stop writing and this is what came out, and ohmigodAlana breathe! Anyway, I'll be changing the title and summary to match the rest of the story, and maybe, if I don't run out of ideas, I might possibly write a story. I raised the rating for mild language and alcohol references (I really don't want to get in trouble, so better safe than sorry, right?). If you like what I'm going for and have suggestions, please let me know because I have this problem where I start things that I haven't entirely planned through (oops!). Also! I want to stay as true to the characters as possible, these are not my characters, therefore I have no write to change them, therefore if I write anything that you might think would be out of character, please let me know! I mean it! Anyway, thanks again!

Update! Don't kill me. I had a reviewer bring to my attention that the first chapter and second chapter don't exactly go with each other, and I completely agree. Therefore, I am removing the first chapter and will be re-posting it as a separate one-shot. The content will not be changed what-so-ever, I'm just separating them because I think the story will flow better, and the stories will be stronger apart. I hope you understand! The first chapter will be re-posted under it's original title (Chuck vs. The Last Five Minutes), so if you liked it that's where you can find it. Thank you for your understanding!

Summary: The kiss worked and Chuck and Sarah lived happily ever after… until the Intersect once again proves to be more trouble than it's worth: this time, it gets Chuck killed. But Sarah still remembers Chuck telling her to trust him, and she remains doubtful that her husband is really dead

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Emma and Mr. Howard. All characters belong to Josh Schwartz and Chris Fedak

It was like a fairytale. The kiss had worked. Five years of repressed memories rushed back to her in a fleeting moment, coming so fast and so hard that it had physically hurt her brain to sort them all out. But they were back. Once again, Sarah Walker the spy was replaced. Sarah Bartowski the loving wife was back, and she'd be damned if someone tried to take that away again.

Chuck was ecstatic. She remembered him, she remembered the first time they saw each other, their first real picture, their first real kiss… everything. All the crap he had been put through those past painful weeks weren't for nothing; the desperate pleading, the kick down the stairs, the bullet he had taken- a normal person would have given up after all of that. But he didn't, and for that he was rewarded.

They bought the house with the red door and the white picket fence, and two months later Sarah found that she was three weeks pregnant with their first child. Thanks to General Beckman, not only did the spy business pick up due to her wonderful recommendations to potential clients, but Chuck was allowed to keep the Intersect.

"General… what about the Intersect? Isn't it technically government property?" Chuck asked with confusion evident in his voice.

"Chuck, as far as we know the last Intersect was destroyed when one of our retired agents was captured and forced to break into our facilities. You disarmed the bomb that threatened my life with your incredible computer-hacking skills and knowledge of computer viruses- nothing more. The Intersect no longer exists, and considering all of the problems it has caused in the past five years we will not attempt to rebuild it." Diane replied convincingly. "Now, if you are referring to the Intersect-equivalent computer program that you developed using information you had gained through your own research and experiences… well frankly, that isn't any of our damn business."

And with that, the General turned and left, her heels clicking away on the concrete floor, leaving Chuck with his oh-so-famous goofy grin displayed proudly on his face.

In total, with a kid along the way, a successful business, a dream house that has been officially claimed, a happy wife with her memories back, and a happy husband who finally got everything he worked for and deserved, you could say the Bartowski's lived happily ever after.

But then again… that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

Three years later…

"Here comes the airplane! Brrrrrrrr!" Sarah cooed, making those ridiculous airplane noises that she would have frowned upon eight years ago. Amazing how much a person can change, she mused as she once again attempted to feed their two year old daughter her mashed peas. Her name was Emma, after Sarah's mom. She inherited her father's naturally curly brown hair and stubbornness, hence the full jar of peas sitting in front her, but through some wild chance of genetics Emma found herself with her mother's recessive-gened bright blue eyes, along with her full round face. She was a gorgeous child, and if the Bartowski's hadn't been trying to stay out of the spot light, Emma probably would have made it as the next child star. But instead of living the wild life of a celebrity, she was living the exciting life as a child of two wildly successful spies. Although Sarah would have preferred Emma to be babysat by her grandmother, from whom her name came from, and have her young aunt Molly as a playmate, she and Chuck agreed that it'd be better for her to be watched by her Grandma Mary, who would be better able to defend her granddaughter if necessary.

"Noo Mommy!" The child wailed as she crossed her chubby arms and attempted to stare her mother down. Sarah fought to control the laughter building up in her throat at the sight of her daughter's seriousness. Sensing that her plan was working, Emma decided to change tactics as another dreaded spoonful was brought closer to her mouth. Her eyes began to water, her faced scrunched up, and in a matter of two seconds she was flat-out bawling. "I. Don't. Want. Peas!"

Sarah sighed and straightened up from the crouched position she had assumed during yet another unsuccessful feeding. Her knees popped in protest, but were ignored as Sarah crossed the kitchen to the sink as she began to wash out the jar and toss it in the recycling bin. "Amazing how Chuck can feed her with the airplane noises, but when I try it…" She muttered under her breath as Emma rubbed her eyes out of sleepiness.

"This 'Terrible Two's' stage better end soon." Sarah sighed as she released Emma from her highchair and washed away the tomato sauce splatters and stains from her face and hair. She carried Emma up the stairs and was about to undress her and place her in the bathtub when she noticed the child was fast asleep. Sarah smiled and prepared Emma for bed. Once her daughter was snuggled between the sheets and far off in a dream land, Sarah all but ran for the kitchen to grab a glass of wine and settle down on the couch for some non-Disney related television time.

As the local news theme music blared through the television speakers, Sarah checked the time for what felt like the thousandth time that day. Chuck should be home soon, she thought as the wine glass was brought to her lips. Chuck had spent the last three days up in Chicago to secure and research a new job with a man who wanted them to recover some important documents he believed were stolen from a rivaling company.

"These were our plans for the entire year!" The man, a Mr. Howards, exclaimed over the phone. He was a CEO of a well-known electronics company. "Our budget, blueprints, product ideas, advertisements; everything! These documents also enclosed the location of a new department that is developing a new product that could possibly have as much of an impact on society as mp3 players and smart phones! All of our money is going into this product, and if it's stolen by another company before we can get it on the market then we're ruined!"

"Well at this point, you must have some sort of lead on developing this new product," Sarah rationalized. "Just be sure to release before the other company and you'll still be known for being the original owners."

"We would, but we don't have the plans!" Mr. Howard rebutted.

"You have to have back-ups somewhere," Chuck insisted.

"During initial planning, yes, but when we realized how big this could be, we made it top secret. All other evidence was destroyed, a new department was created, and our staff was given a bonus to keep quiet. The lone copy of the plans remained in a vault in my office until the department was up and running and ready to build it! And now they've been stolen!"

After some extensive research and background checks, the couple determined that the CEO's story was true, and decided to take the mission. Right now they were in a preparation stage, and Chuck decided to go out to Chicago to examine the crime scene and scope out a plan before they actually broke into the rival companies' offices and steal back the papers. Sarah would have been more than happy to join her husband, had Grandma Mary not come down with a cold and Grandma Emma decided to not go on a one week vacation to Florida with Molly. She also would have been glad to see Ellie, Awesome, Clara, and Stephen again, but she was glad that Chuck at least received the chance to see his sister and family.

That didn't stop her from wanting Chuck to be with home safe and sound with her. Before, neither of them would have gotten so emotional over taking a separate three-day business trip, but ever since Emma came along Sarah has gotten more… not paranoid, but worried, maybe? She shook her head, not knowing what exactly to call it, but there was defiantly some new emotion there, and she wasn't sure what to think of it.

The sound of a short knock on the door drew Sarah out of her thoughts, and she stood, debating whether or not to bring the wine glass to the door with her. It's Friday, I'm tired, and I have a moody two-year old kid, Sarah figured, screw it. Answering the door with wine glass in hand, she was startled to be met by no other than John Casey. His eyebrow shot up at the sight of Sarah with a wine glass in hand, and before she could stop it, a hiccup rose up her throat and escaped her mouth. Great, her brain screamed, now he thinks you're a drunk!

"Casey," Sarah greeted, still not over the surprise of seeing him on her front porch. She hastily set her class down on the hallway table. "I know this looks bad-"

"I don't blame you," Casey interrupted, almost… sympathetically? "I guess you already know then. I gotta say, I didn't expect you to turn to this, but we all deal with these type of things differently."

"What?" She asked, the confusion obvious. What was he talking about? What was she supposed to know that would make her drink? "Wait, what are you talking about, what happened, why are you here?"

Casey narrowed his eyes and gave her an observing look. "How much did you drink? It takes a hell of a lot of liquor to forget news like that."

"What? No! No, I'm not drunk!" Sarah countered forcefully. Casey didn't look too convinced. Giving an audibly annoyed sighed, Sarah raised her left leg off the floor and balanced her weight on her right, and all while alternating her index and middle finger of each hand on her nose. Casey took in the sight with raised eyebrows and an almost impressed look on his face. After a few more seconds his face broke into a grin and he gave a low grunt-laugh that only Casey could accomplish.

"Okay, okay I believe you." He said. Sarah released her leg to the floor and placed her hands on her hips, the same annoyed look still plastered on her face. "Can I come in?"

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" She replied as she moved away from the door and led him to the living room, her wine glass back in her hand. As she settled back onto the couch, she motioned for Casey to do the same.

"I would have rather done this with a few more of those in you," He said, motioning towards her wine glass. There it is again, that same sympathetic look, Sarah thought. What is going on? "Sarah listen, this isn't easy news, and as your friend I hate having to tell you this, but I thought you'd rather hear this from me instead of some state trooper."

Fear instantly gripped her heart. Sarah had seen enough movies and television shows to know where this opening line was going. Someone had died, someone close to both of them. Alex? No, if it was Alex he'd be more visibly upset. Morgan? Possibly, but that wouldn't explain why a state trooper would be personally telling her otherwise. Ch- no, she wouldn't let her brain finish that thought. Chuck was fine; in fact he's going to come through that door happy and laughing any second now.

"It's about Barto- Chuck." Casey continued. All of the color instantly drained from her face. No, no, no, no, no, she told herself. Don't listen to him, if he doesn't say it, it's not true, if he doesn't say it-

"Sarah, Chuck died this morning in Chicago after being poisoned by someone who was recognized him as the Intersect." Casey said, forcing the words out of his mouth. The sound of glass hitting and shattering against a wooden surface registered in her mind before a dull ringing sound took over her hearing. Sarah's throat instantly closed up, and she felt her heart drop all the way down to her stomach. She felt something like ice take over her nerves and shoot all over her body, instantly making her nauseous. Dammit Casey, you said it, she thought.

That's what I get for comparing my life to a fairytale, Sarah chastised herself as tears blurred her vision, because life had to go and prove to me that fairytales don't happen.

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