A/N: So time for a new story.

In this story, Sarah is an SOE agent being send to occupied France during WW2. My goal isn't so much to make an historically accurate story (mostly because I don't have time to do the research and this is fiction), but ofcourse I will use the backdrop of the war to put our favourite spies in a new situation. This also means I won't be changing the names of any of the Team B members as I think that will be confusing. As you'll notice, this will be Sarah's first mission with the SOE, and there will be a few other changes to their backstory, which I'll explain as we go.

Good to know about me, I love Chuck, and I especially love him in combination with a certain long legged Valkyrie. But that doesn't mean this story will be all fluff(Don't know yet, a story tells itself).

Hope you all enjoy the story .

Disclaimer: Don't own Chuck.

Chuck vs the occupation

Chapter 1: Making Sure.

1944

January had not been kind this year. The snow was crunching beneath her as she walked through one of the towns narrow roads. Up ahead was a jeep trying to plough itself a way through, as she carefully trod along. Her long fingers deep in the pockets of her trenchcoat, her shoulders slightly raised, trying to cover as much of her neck as possible.

Still the icy wind had little regard for the limitations she tried to bestow in it. It seemed to cut through her clothing and her as a hot knife through butter, as it played with her long blonde locks. Making them dance in the wind.

She tried to pick up the pace a little, she wanted to get out of this blasted cold. Why had she agreed to this stupid meeting? It was bad enough that she was being sent to France in these conditions, but to risk pneumonia before she got there seemed like madness. But it was her last day in England and she had to say goodbye.

She turned another street, down the street a few soldiers were loading some stuff into a truck. She didn't envy them, especially now it was starting to snow ever so slightly again. She was grateful she was almost there, only a few more yards and she could warm up. Have a drink or two and shake off some of these nerves that were coursing through here.

She cursed herself, why was she so nervous? She didn't get nervous. Only suckers got nervous. It would all work out, she had all the training she needed. She could do this. But she couldn't shake this feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. Something was going to go wrong, she was sure of it. And if it did, she shuttered at the thought.

As she moved passed the truck, she could feel the G.I.'s looking at her. It didn't surprise or faze her. This is what happened, sadly. She didn't want anything to do with these boys. There was nothing they could offer her, and there was nothing she could offer them.

"Finally" She sighed, as she reached the end of the road. Mission accomplished. Finally she could warm up again. A small solace as she realized she would be even more cold during the drop tomorrow. Not for the first time today she cursed her luck. Why couldn't they have send her to some place warm?

With a loud creak she pushed open the door in front of her. She was instantly hit with the warmth and noise that fit with an English pub in war time. All these people had their own stories, that most of them tried to forget in drink and laughter. Pilots and aircrew that wanted to forget about buddies being shot down over Germany, people who had lost friends and family, agents like herself, trying to forget about what was still in store, trying to forget about the reports of the last two drops that had failed miserably. But behind the hard wooden door, all those things could be forgotten, even if just for a moment. It had been a saving grace for so many of them, a lifeline to hold onto.

She quickly scanned the room, and found the person she was looking for. Jane Webb her fellow agent, the person she had transferred to the SOE with and had gone through training with, was sitting at the back in a comfortable chair. She quickly made her way through the crowd, and reached her friend.

After greeting each other, she took place across from her friend. Jane was only a year older than herself, long brown hair framed her face perfectly and fit her soft brown eyes well. Above all, her bubbly persona had always shone through. She didn't seem to have a care in the world, and so it was on their official goodbye. Her eyes had a distinct joy and twinkle in them, something that Sarah wasn't so sure made her comfortable right now.

"You ready for tomorrow?" Jane asked in a hushed tone. Everyone knew, enemy agents could be anywhere. The only reason Jane even knew she was going out there was because her boyfriend was the pilot taking her there.

"As ready as I can be." She stated.

Jane eyed her carefully. Oh no Sarah thought, Jane's capability to read people was famous. It was the reason the SOE considered her too valuable to send into occupied territory. Sarah on the other hand had excelled at other parts of the job. Making her a field agent had been a no brainer.

"You know.." Jane started with a slight smile, "it will help you if you believe in your own lies Walker"

She sighed, of course she wasn't ready. It was her first mission, how the hell could she even consider herself ready, especially when more experienced agents were getting caught every day.

"Just pre-mission nerves, that's all." She finally said.

Jane cocked her head a little, she clearly wasn't convinced. "Okay Sarah." She finally relented. "Just remember, you're great at this. I know, I know, you haven't been out there yet. But no one has performed better in training than you. Lesser men and women have done great things to help the war effort."

"As long as they didn't get caught when they landed." Sarah responded dismissively. Records didn't mean anything in the field, only luck and faith would decide how it would end.

"That won't happen. HQ is convinced they have figured out a way to get you there in one piece."

Yeah, that's what they thought with Jones as well, she thought ruefully.

"Well see, right now, I want to have some fun." She stated in such a halfhearted way that Jane seemed thoroughly unconvinced. But Sarah knew she had the edge. It was the rule of the pub. The mission was supposed to stay outside, they had already committed sacrilege by discussing it. Neither would tempt fate more by continuing to discuss it.

Besides, she really did want a distraction. As much as she hated to admit it, she was worried about the landing. Once she was on the ground she could control things, but before that she was dependent. Dependent on her colleagues, dependent on the resistance and worst, dependent on the Germans not figuring anything out. She had never felt more helpless.

A familiar voice broke through her thoughts. "So…" Jane trailed, "See anything you fancy?" She finished seductively.

Sarah let out a groan. "Jane." She sighed.

"Fine." She huffed. "But it helps to know what you're fighting for"

I already do she mused to herself. But rather than voicing her opinions, she gave Jane a pointed look.

"Okay, okay." Jane stated with her hands held up in mock surrender. "What do you want to do?"

Truthfully she wasn't so sure herself right now. Part of her wanted to go home, sleep, get the show on the road. But it would be foolish not to enjoy a last bit of fun.

"Let's have a drink, a pint… or perhaps two."

x-x

The monotonous droning of the engines filled the nights air. The pub seemed a distant memory, a life that wasn't hers. As great as it had been with Jane and the rest of the people there. This was it, she was finally going on the mission she had been training for, for the last 6 months. She was supposed to make contact with some scientist, codename The Piranha, who was working with the resistance. Apparently he had worked on Radar and Encryption technology before the war. The French had loaned him out to the British for a year before the Germans invaded France. When news reached England that the Germans had invaded, he had disappeared. He had resurfaced months later when he was one of the first to contact MI6 and the SOE.

Not even the people in London knew what he was upto. Occasionally reports would drip in, but he was careful to stay of anyone's radar. The last two agents send in to make contact with him had failed. One had been captured within days, while another had ultimately joined another group. With recent losses for the SOE mounting, and the risk of capture for both agents and resistance fighters growing, London was getting wary. They needed to get The Piranha secured, and if possible get him back to England.

All this didn't help her pre-mission jitters. She looked at her equipment, a few bags carefully packed. One held her radio, while another held some supplies London was convinced would help the resistance. She had a stengun slung around her shoulders, a knife, her favourite weapons, strapped to her ankle and a small sidearm in a holster on her waist. She just hoped she'd get the chance to use them. And not be captured as soon as she'd land. The Germans showed no mercy to Agents, female or otherwise.

She took a deep breath, to try to steel her nerves. She could do this, she knew she could. As soon as she'd hit the ground her instincts would take over. But she was not in control right now, and that bothered her.

Annoyed she looked at the jump light next to the door. Still red. "Come on" She muttered. "Get this show on the road already."

She stared for a few more minutes, fidgeting a little with her chute. Then it happened, the light jumped to green. Quickly she threw the two bags out, and she followed after, just like she had practiced for weeks. She could feel the cold air cut past her, the speed made her stomach tighten. As it did she looked and saw two chutes open. She felt a little relief, so far so good.

Then she felt the pull of her chute opening, a hard tug around her chest and shoulders. She took a moment to check her chute. Good opening, no need for the reserve then. She could now focus on the landing. A small light guided her way.

The silence started to get to her. Her senses were starting to get heightened, all that broke the silence of the night was the sound of her chute in the wind. Normally she loved this part of a jump, but now, she was scanning around her. She couldn't see a thing, only the equipment that were about to reach the ground.

Finally with a thud she landed. As she had expected, her instincts took over. They had drilled this over and over, first during the day, and then later during the night. She quickly undid her harness, and collected the chute. As she did, she kept scanning her surroundings.

Silence, utter and complete silence. She did see a building, she'd have to make use of that. Get rid of her overalls and store the gear.

Once again she looked around, her gun in hand. Ready to fire at anything that moved, but the silence remained. In a few moments she moved to the first equipment bag, and hoisted it on her shoulder. It was so heave it made her knees buckle a little. Her breathing intensified as she closed into the building.

Could she be sure it was empty? Perhaps this was a trap. There had been a light to signal her to land, but so far all that had greeted her was silence. She dropped the bag, careful not to make any sound. And then moved in slowly, her gun in hand. Methodically putting her feet down, trying to prevent hitting any twigs. She reached the door, and opened it, praying that it wouldn't creak. Relief washed over her when it opened without sound.

She moved past the door, her eyes that had slowly adjusted to the dark could make out the building she was in. It seemed like an old barn, once used by farmers. But it seemed empty now, even a little run down. Perhaps the farmer had been pushed out by the war.

In the distance she could see a set of stairs. For a moment she considered going up, but she realized that the wooden steps would certainly give her away. So she moved into a corner, waiting for a few minutes, trying to listen if anything was around. Constantly scanning her surroundings. She didn't hear a thing. It was time to make a decision, should she move? If she didn't, the Germans were bound to come her at sunrise.

Slowly she got up, moving to the center of the room, when she heard a distinct clicking sound, that nailed her to the floor. A weapon had just been prepared to fire. What now Walker?

"Welcome Valkyrie" A gruff voice said.

x-x

This had been a long night, he wanted to go to bed. Not even the night sky could give him solace anymore. All he wanted was this damn war to be done with. He sighed as he ran his cold hand through his hair. He felt exhausted, not just physically, also mentally. But he had to keep going, people were counting on him.

He took one final look at the sky, before turning on his feet. He wondered who London tried to push upon him now. He was not interested in their crap, he only wanted to work with the best. Not just for his own safety, no he had accepted his own fleeting existence. No he was only worried for his family and friends. No more mistakes. If they wanted him to work with them, they better sent him someone who knew what they were doing. Else they could go bother someone else.

With long strides he made his closed the last bit of distance. He hated having to be so calculated. He had always believed in the good of people, but his family depended on him to be careful. He couldn't let Ellie down. The stakes were too great. The enemy was everywhere and was getting more ruthless with every passing day.

No, there was no room for kindness. All that was left was survival.

x-x

She stood there nailed to the ground. He didn't sound German did he? Not that that meant anything, he could be a Volksdeutscher, an Englishman or American from German descent. And how did he know her codename? Was this the Piranha? Certainly he didn't come to meet him herself, he was a notorious ghost. Or did someone mess up and betray her? She wouldn't be the first.

"Drop the weapon" He commanded. She had no other choice, there was no way she could turn around fast enough. The weapon clattered as it hit the ground.

"Who might you be?" She answered as she turned around slowly. If he was an enemy she at least wanted to look him in the face before he shot her. Perhaps she could find a way to close the distance.

Slowly a large figure revealed itself in the shadows. A gun firmly trained on her, though he didn't seem as if he was going to be using it right there and then. But that didn't mean he wasn't an enemy.

"We'll get to that." He replied. "Show me your papers." He demanded.

She tensed up. Her papers? This wasn't good. Why would the resistance care about her papers.

He was getting impatient. "Papers" He bit again.

"We haven't got all day." He stated annoyed. She could see his arms move a little, but his face was still firmly in the shadows. Even though he was clearly a big man. She figured a lot of people would consider him imposing.

Carefully she reached in one of her pockets, and fished out a few slightly worn and stained papers. The boys in England had proudly proclaimed they were perfect matches.

"Throw them." He instructed. She did as she was told.

He carefully looked at the papers. He grunted inaudible. Her heart was racing, but she refused to make a move.

"We'll get you new ones." He finally stated, as he threw them back.

For a moment they stood across one another in silence, then he lowered his gun. She tried not to let her surprise shine through.

"Why are you here?" The gruff voice asked.

Wait what? Was she being tested or interrogated? Who was this guy?

"You first." She said defiantly. "I'm not answering shit till you tell me who you are." She continued with acid in her voice.

Another grunt. "You can call me Bear for now."

Bear? She had never heard that codename before. He wasn't one of their agents. But that didn't mean he wasn't a good guy. She shifted a little on her feet, but kept her gaze on the shadowy figure in front of her.

"Okay then Bear." She started. Still trying to find a moment of weakness. "Who do you work for?"

He snickered. "Not happening Valkyrie. This is about you."

"Why are you here?"

"I already told you." She snarled. "I'm not telling you shit till I know who the hell you are. And Bear doesn't mean shit to me."

Fear had made way for annoyance. This was taking too long, she needed to get moving. Make contact with Piranha. Perhaps she should just make a move.

While she was pondering her move, he kept eyeing her. His gun lowered a little more, was this her shot? She didn't think twice, and jumped forward. Thrusting her fist forward as she did so. He seemingly had expected her, and just made a sidestep. She only barely grazed his arm. Shit, this isn't good. He let out another grunt, and raised his gun again.

Guess this is it then. She mused ruefully.

But again he lowered his gun, but this time he started to walk off. Towards the door she had come through.

"Let's go Valkyrie." He stated. "We need to get your packages out of sight."

What is going on? Who is this guy and why was he here? Could she trust him? Did she have much of a choice? She considered her options, perhaps she could reach for her knife. But somehow she felt he wasn't the bad guy and if he was, he definitely wasn't alone. She had to play the game for now, so she followed him. Together they had both packages in the barn in no time. It gave her the chance to finally take a look at him. He looked like a guy that had lived through a lot of stuff, and a real soldier. Why did no one tell me about this guy?

He caught her looking at him. "Sorry about the formalities Walker." He stated.

She looked at him in shock. He knew her name? How?

"I just had to make sure.

A/N: So this was the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Expect to see more soon (and perhaps another story).