Uhhh… sorry for the long delay… I've been a frequent reader of fanfic, but a very lazy writer. I'm one of those people who gets really annoyed at authors who abandon their stories/ update rarely, and I guess I'm one of those, though this is only my first story, so I don't think I can get that rep yet. Also it's been so long that I forgot my password and how to work this website and was too lazy to try and figure it out. There's that word again: lazy. That's me! But I'm finally back with more! Thanks for reading!

Sidenote: I've been watching the Chuck panel and Zac/Yvonne partying it up together at NerdHQ/Comic Con 2012 (shipping it.), and I swear it's like I've lost my favorite show all over again. I finally rewatched the last scene of the series after a few months of successfully avoiding it and became a sobbing mess again.

I don't own Chuck. If I did, a movie would be in the works right now. *grumble grumble*


Minutes passed. Maybe even hours. Time was meaningless.

Sarah sat motionless on the edge of her bed staring blankly at the wall, lost in thought. Her mind swirled with memories of her and Bryce and their thrilling shared past, but she couldn't dwell on one memory for too long, because no matter what, Chuck Bartowski kept crawling his way back into her thoughts. After all, Chuck knew Bryce too. Why was he being so goddamn caring towards her? Didn't Bryce's death affect him as well? Doesn't he need someone to talk to?

Pushing all the other questions from her mind, she finally zeroed in on one: Couldn't he understand that her grief didn't stem entirely from Bryce's death? Bryce was gone, and Chuck's brain was now the host of the Intersect 2.0. He doesn't know the danger he's now in. He's not grasping how much his life is going to change as a result of his stupid heroism. Sarah groaned and fell back onto her bed, covering her face with her hands.

She flopped her arms out to her sides out of frustration. Why the hell did she tell him she was leaving with Bryce? Even then she knew she would never have the strength to follow through. She sadly opened her eyes. "He downloaded the new intersect because of me," she quietly whispered. This was all her fault.

What a mess we're now in…


"Agent Walker, Agent Casey," General Beckman began, "after much deliberation, we have decided to train the Intersect to be a real spy, to use these new abilities to our advantage, to allow Chuck Bartowski to live up to his full potential. We have a training facility set up with our best trainers and technology in Prague, where he will be departing for in one week. As for both of you, you will both report back to base where you will each receive new assignments. Congratulations for successfully completing the Intersect mission." Beep

Casey grunted and glanced over at Sarah. She gave him a half-hearted smile and turned away to begin gathering her papers.

"It's what he always wanted." Sarah looked up, surprised. "Oh come on, you know how badly he wants to be a real spy. This is his chance to prove himself."

"Prove himself?"

"To you." Smirking at Sarah's stunned expression, he turns and walks away.

She needed to do something. She couldn't stand idly by watching Chuck throw his life away for this. Of course, to Chuck, he would never see this opportunity as 'throwing his life away', but a welcome change to the life he's leading now. He doesn't know how lucky he is in this simple life he's leading: to be able to express his feelings, to have a group of people who care about him deeply. Being a spy will change him into her, and god knows that's not what Sarah wants. She needed to figure something out. And soon.


Chuck was confused to walk down to an empty table in Castle. Wasn't he just informed of a meeting? Did he have the right time?

"Good evening, Chuck," said a voice. Chuck located its source to be the television screen filled with General Beckman's face. "We have some things to discuss. Please take a seat."

He sat quietly as she talked, concentrating on keeping his expression as even as possible, even though multiple times he wanted to break out into a huge grin. He doubted that was appropriate in a situation such as this, especially if Beckman was being serious about making him into a full-fledged spy.

One hour later, Chuck excitedly walked out of the conference room, brain frantically trying to take in everything he just heard. This was it. His chance to prove himself. Time to leave the Buy More behind and look towards a bright future filled with excitement and adventure.

And then there was Sarah. If they were both spies, there would be nothing holding them back. They would finally be able to be together. Of course he had not seen her since the Bryce incident. That was 3 days ago. He had to go find her.

Not for the first time, he hurried up the steps only to be disappointed to see an empty Orange Orange. He sank down into a seat and stared across the parking lot to the Buy More. He needed to talk to Sarah. Over the past few days it took nearly all of his willpower not to bombard her with calls and texts every day asking how she was doing and if she wanted to talk. Of course he slipped up a few times and found himself calling her cell without a seconds hesitation. A lot of the time he was met with endless ringing, and she never called back, but one time she picked up:

"Chuck? Hey, what's up?" She sounded fine, but Chuck was attuned to her voice enough to notice that it sounded forced. And like she was distracted.

"Sarah, hi. Just…. Just I haven't seen you in a while- I was wondering if you wanted to… hang out, or something." He was flustered. He wasn't expecting her to pick up. Everything he had rehearsed in his head to say to her- words of comfort, of support, of love- flew out the window.

After a moment of hesitation, she replied, "oh! Oh umm I'm actually pretty busy right now. There are a lot of things that we have to take care of. Umm, Bryce and you and everything…"

"Yeah, okay. I understand. Sorry for uh, distracting you. I'll let you get back to work."

"Sure, Chuck. I'll see you soon."

"Sarah wait!" but she had already hung up. Chuck hung his head and not for the first time wished Ellie were home so he could go to her for advice. As it was, she was somewhere in the tropics on her honeymoon enjoying a well-earned break, blissfully unaware of Chuck's emotional turmoil.

Coming back to the present, and down from the high resulting from the news that he was going to be a real spy, he decided he could no longer put off his shift at the Buy More, so he trudged across the parking lot, weighing his options.


A/N: Sorry if this doesn't really flow with the last chapter. I have concluded that it's kind of difficult to create a consistent storyline after abandoning it for a year… Also, sorry it's short. I like the sound of 3 chapters better than 2 =) Let me know if you like it and if I should bother writing the last chapter!