Just a reminder, I am new at this, so I am not sure where to start and end chapters. The response I got was so much more than I expected. I am not sure if this chapter is too long, or 2 short. I have a lead on a beta reader, but I know peoples schedules are tight, and since I have a lot of this story already written I want to get it out to you as soon as I can.

My thanks to the gang at CHUCK THIS blog. Without their help, well I am not sure if you would be able to read this. Thanks again Joe for not only helping with the grammar and story, but challenging me to do better.

This chapter is a continuation of the story as always please hit the review button. It makes it so much easier to do this knowing what you think. For those that have responded, I will be shooting y'all some emails soon.

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Still no ownership of Chuck.

Chapter 2

Sarah had been an agent for over 10 years. She could count on one hand the number of times she was as surprised as she was right now. "What do you mean?"

"Its real simple, while I cant speak as the head of the NSA, but Dianne will make sure you have that child."

There was no hiding it now, Beckman was acting just plain strange. What really caught her off guard was the look in her eyes. Her eyes weren't just passionate, they were almost twinkling.

"I'm sorry Sarah, telling people only what they barely need to know is a bad habit, made from necessity. What we need to get through is much too important for that."

Just as Sarah was going to respond Beckman looked at her phone. She could see a look of frustration and irritation and stood up "I have to go into another room for a second. I have to get a brief that I have to read." After that she turned around, went through the kitchen and disappeared around the corner.

Sarah stared at the ground trying to get her thoughts together. This had to be one of the unusual nights she had ever had. Slowly, Sarah felt her heart being swallowed, the ache she had felt for the last week was returning with a vengeance. She bent bent over, almost having her head touch her knees. How could it hurt so damn much! When she was able to catch her breath a few minutes later, she wondered how she got so cold so fast.

When Sarah remembered the fireplace, in the far corner of the room, she quickly got up and went to stand next to the glowing embers. She feet the warmth come back to her hands and arms. When she felt her body temperature go back to normal, Sarah looked more closely at the pictures on the mantle. The first picture made her grin. It had been a long time since she had seen Roan Montgomery, but this picture showed a much younger Roan. To be honest she was even more surprised to notice a much younger Beckman in a bikini. She even giggled for the first time in a while when the irreverent thought came to mind "I wonder if someone tried to give her a mission when she was on vacation."

It was odd seeing this different side of her boss. Sarah couldn't help wondering if she could be friends with this "Dianne" she saw in the picture. Next to it were pictures of people she had never seen before in front of what probably was this very house. She could tell from the picture that the house was in a forest of some kind. Also, the house looked to be at least 50 years old.

When she got to the third picture she saw what seemed like a large family gathering. An even younger Dianne was standing with a bunch of what looked like family. From the looks of it, the picture was taken in the early 70's. She wondered what Casey would say when she told him she saw General Dianne Beckman wearing a tie dye shirt, with old jeans cut off jeans.

"Wait a minute, who is that in that picture?" Sarah thought to herself, as she saw a 20 something women on the far left of the picture. It couldn't be, this picture was way too old, but she couldn't help grinning at whoever it was, wearing shorts so short it almost made her blush.

"Sarah, you really need to come and sit down, we really need to finish this." Beckman said, startling Sarah as she reentered the room.

Sarah looked directly at the general and walked to the couch slowly sitting down. "Finish what?" Sarah asked as Beckman sat down in the seat across from her.

"Very simply, we need to talk about your future."

"I told you I am keeping this baby." She so much wanted Chuck to be here. Even though Beckman always scared Chuck, he almost always knew what to do when emotions were involved.

"If you remember I said that I would make sure that happened. I am talking about what are you going to do for your future, after the baby is born?"

Panic began to set in; not knowing where this conversation was going was maddening to her. What was she going to do? All she had ever done was be a spy. Running away with Chuck was enough, but now that her Chuck was gone, what was left? What was she going to do to raise a child all alone? "What have I done?" she asked herself.

"Sarah, AGENT WALKER" Beckman raised her voice to get through to the women in front of her. Dianne knew this would be hard, but it had to be done. Dianne needed answers, and needed them quick for this to work out right. "Do you still want to be a field agent?"

Sarah shook her head, looking at her shoes. "No, not any more. I can no longer think about myself. I have to concentrate on being a good mother." Sarah was surprised when she saw relief in the generals' eyes when she finally looked up to look at her boss.

"I never thought I would ever hear Sarah Walker admit she can't do everything." Before Sarah could reply with an angry remark worthy of the challenge just laid before her, Beckman went even further.

"Sarah Wa" was all the general got out before being interrupted by Sarah with a single name, "Bartowski"

"That remains to be seen. Charles Bartowski's family will never be safe as long as they seem to be one of the few people genetically predisposed to handle the intersect. Orion and Chuck could handle it. Someone will eventually figure out maybe the baby can too."

Sarah could not remember any time in her life being so helpless. Beckman's words hit her square in the chest. She screamed inside her own head saying,"What am I going to do?"