Thanks for the reviews. That chapter obviously wasn't a fan favorite, but it is what it is. This story picks up while Chuck is in the earlier stages of training.

I do not own Chuck.

June 22, 2003

Sergeant Walters soon decided to give a specific training instructor to groups of two. Bryce and Chuck were paired together and were waiting for their instructor. "So, who is this mysterious trainer of ours?" Bryce asks jokingly.

"I don't know. They said she was a hand-to-hand expert," Chuck answers with what info they told them.

"Is she hot?" Bryce asks with a shrug.

"Really? That's what you're most curious about?" Chuck looks at him in disbelief. "You know, I kind of hope she is a two hundred and fifty pound weightlifter just for you."

"Not cool," Bryce warns.

An instant later, a woman walks through the doors. Chuck freezes in place as it is that blonde he was so mesmerized by on the first day. He wonders what she's doing here. She couldn't possibly be their instructor. She doesn't even look a day older than twenty-one. She is wearing a blue sports top that is tight around her body and some black shorts that barely reach midway down her thighs.

"Hello," she greets the boys. She immediately studies them up and notices the man on the left is definitely handsome with his wavy dark hair and bright blue eyes. The other recruit is still handsome, but in his own unique cute way. She can honestly say that every year, the recruits get better looker. "I'm Agent Sarah Walker and I will be your instructor." She extends her hand to Chuck first. Chuck is still frozen as he feels butterflies in his stomach and the nervousness takes over.

"Hu—hi! I'm uh, uh, Charles," he finally spurts out, "but you can call me Chuck," he finishes with a sigh as he shakes her hand.

"Hello Charles but you can call me Chuck," she grins subtly at him before turning to Bryce.

"Bryce Larkin," Bryce says charmingly as he takes her hand. He pulls her hand delicately to his lips as he holds eye contact with her. "It's a pleasure. You are a very beautiful young woman. Do you have any plans for tonight?" Chuck just shakes his head in disbelief and buried down anger he didn't know he had. Really? He's already hitting on her?

She gives him a very subtle smile that just barely shows the white of her teeth. It is blindingly mesmerizing in Chuck's eyes. "Ah…," she chuckles, which sounds like angels laughing in Chuck's ears. "Roan's methods are always so upfront. How 'bout if you beat me, then your friend can take me out to dinner?" She smirks because she knows Bryce doesn't stand a chance at all.

"What?" Chuck flinches back in utter surprise as he starts to blush red. "Me?"

Yep," Sarah is having a blast teasing the two recruits. She may be a year younger than them, but she started at a younger age so she has the experience to instruct. "You're cute," she smiles charmingly at Chuck, who is now about fourteen shades redder than before. She cannot help but think he looks absolutely adorable when he is flustered and nervous.

"You have yourself a deal," Bryce smiles boastfully at Sarah before looking at Chuck. "Get ready for a hot date tonight," he smirks devilishly at Chuck.

"Wha…?" Chuck's jaw slowly drops as he stands there flabbergasted. Sarah lets out a snort as she steps to the center of the mat.

"Good, I want you to defend yourself against me," Sarah tells Bryce as they step onto the mat. She stands up erect with her arms stretched behind her back as she stretches her muscles. Chuck finds the ability to move and backs away so he can watch from a bench next to the fighting mat they are on. The blush on his face is finally dissipating.

Sarah attacks Bryce while Chuck watches with admiration. She looks like a ballet dancer in the way she bounces so lightly and gracefully. She spins elegantly as she attacks Bryce. Her fighting style looks professionally choreographed as she dances with Bryce. Bryce does his best to block each attack but is having trouble throughout. He has excelled in fighting compared to Chuck so he can understand him at least somewhat holding his own against such a magnificent creature.

"Good," Sarah finally says as she stops her dance routine—fight sequence. "Chuck, your turn."

"But you didn't beat me?" Bryce complains as he is thinks he could still beat her. An instant later, he is on his ass and Sarah's foot is hovering over his groin. She eases pressure on his groin and fear strikes Bryce's face. "Okay, okay. You win," he tries to act calm but the fact that his family jewels are in the wake of being crushed freaks him out.

"Alright then," she releases her foot and turns to Chuck with an amused smile. He cannot help but laugh at Bryce's demise. Bryce definitely deserved that. "Chuck, now it's your turn. Do you have any bets you'd like to get out before we start?"

"No, ma'am," Chuck nods after seeing what happened to Bryce. He has no chance in heaven if Bryce got his ass kicked that badly.

"Good," she takes her erect stance again.

Chuck swallows loudly. Here goes nothing. He steps onto the mat to replace Bryce. She looks at him to see if he's ready. He nods and the next thing he sees is stars and a blurry ceiling. She looks down at him and through the fuzziness of his eyesight, she looks like a beautiful glowing angel as the background blurs behind her; all she's missing is the angel wings and the halo—oh wait, the halo is there but it looks more like stars. He smiles goofily as she puts her hand out to help him up. He graciously grabs it and she lifts him up onto his feet. He feels a slight pain course through his head beginning from the occipital area.

"You alright?" She rubs the back of his head. He must have landed right on his head, yet he cannot really remember because it was all so quick.

"Yea, I'm fine," he smiles at her. Wow, she is so beautiful.

"You have to at least put your hands up," Bryce teases with heavy laughter.

Chuck shakes it off and gets back into his stance. He needs to think of her as an enemy, not a beautiful angel. She's an enemy! He repeats like a mantra. Those are punches, not hugs! She gets into her stance and attacks him. She throws a quick kick to the side of his face, but he narrowly ducked under the swift kick. She continues her onslaught as she punches and kicks at Chuck. His arms are starting to get tired of blocking her numerous attacks. She is so unpredictable that Chuck can't tell what's next until the millisecond before he is hit. It doesn't help that she has slipped in a few to the gut and one to the face. That last one to the jaw really hurt.

"Alright, that's better," she finally stops, much to Chuck's relief. Those icepacks are going to come in handy after all.

"Oh thank god," Chuck bends over breathlessly and tries to reestablish the air that escaped his lungs during the fight. She lets out a feeble laugh as she grabs a bottle of water from the bench.

"Take five," she tosses Chuck the bottle. He barely notices it before it hits his palm. He fumbles the bottle between both hands like a juggler before finally grasping it. He twists off the cap and starts chugging.

"Slow down there Tauntaun," Bryce jokes as he grabs another bottle from Sarah. He sits back on the bench and relaxes. "And I thought they smelled bad on the outside," Bryce muses with a comical grin.

Chuck sees Sarah sitting on another bench alone and decides to seize the opportunity. Don't panic, he tells himself. "Agent Walker?" Chuck asks nervously as he shuffles on his feet.

"Yea Chuck?" She looks up at him. Wow, she is the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Um, uh, how did you get so good at fighting?" Chuck sits down next to her. She doesn't object or slide away and that does wonders for his morale.

"Just training really," she shrugs nonchalantly. "I was recruited at a young age," she answers truthfully.

"Really? How old are you now?" He asks completely innocently. The instant it comes out of his mouth, he realizes what he just asked and covers his mouth in a gasp.

"Didn't your parents teach you it's not polite to ask a lady her age?" Sarah quips sarcastically. She cannot help but enjoy seeing Chuck nervous and flustered.

"My parents ran out on me and my sister when I was thirteen," He tells her somberly. He shouldn't be too sad about it anymore. He never really knew them but they were still his parents. Her joking smile immediately drops to a frown.

"Sorry to hear that," she says as she looks off into the distance and gets lost within her own thoughts about her parents. She hasn't seen her father since he was arrested while she was in high school and she hasn't seen her mother since she was barely able to talk. A slight frown takes over her face as Chuck's words hit really close to home.

"I never really knew them so it's okay," Chuck tries to quash the depressing aura that is falling upon them. "So can you tell me how long you've been in the CIA or is that breaching something else my parents should've told me to never ask?" He smiles at her brightly, hoping to change the subject with a quip. She raises an eyebrow at him for the flawless change of subject using a joke. Not enough people in this profession joke around and she likes the innocent humor in Chuck. "You know, so I can figure out when I'll be that good at fighting," he sheepishly tries to justify his curiosity for function.

"No, it's okay," she chuckles quietly. "About four years now."

"So have you been on any missions?" He asks hopefully as he leans closer to her. He's always wanted to know what a mission would be like.

"Just a few," she smiles at him and the smile is utterly dazzling. No one has ever taken so much interest in her, and she actually enjoys the innocent company. She's too used to people hitting on her or eyeing her up sexually.

Chuck nearly gets lost in her smile, but continues the conversation. "What's it like? Is it exhilarating and satisfying?" His voice rises like a kid in a candy store naming each candy he loves.

"You can say that, but it isn't all fun and games."

"Well, yea, but I can't wait. I already created a cover name."

"Really? What's that?"

"Charles Carmichael," he states proudly. "Graduated from Stanford with honors. Runs a hugely successful software company. Semi-retired and considering entering America's Cup."

"You really thought this through," She raises her eyebrow at me.

"Well it's where I saw myself when I first got into Stanford. Except for the sailing part. I don't really know where that came from," he answers honestly with a smile and a shrug. She lets out a tiny giggle that makes everything Chuck has done worth it.

"Well, it's simple and easy to remember. I like it," she smiles at him before seeing the redness growing on his face. "How's your face? I thought you'd defend yourself when I asked," she has an amused smile on her face.

"I'll be fine," he assures her with a nod.

She stands up and looks down at him. "You ready for round 2?"

"Not really. I'm still dealing with the bruise on my ass from round 1," he jokes as he follows her up. She laughs as she takes him to the mat.

"Now, I need to see where you guys stand on the offensive," she informs them.

"Does that mean we're supposed to attack you?" Chuck asks slightly worried. He really doesn't want to try to attack her. Not only does he dislike the possibility of hurting her, but she could kick his ass with her hands tied behind her back.

"Don't worry," she reads the worrisome expression on his face, "I can handle myself in a fight. Bryce, you're first. Let's see what you got." She smirks at him as Chuck takes his respected place on the bench.

Again Chuck watches as she dances around mystically dodging every punch and kick Bryce throws at her. She doesn't even need to block as she moves around almost as fast and gracefully as Agent Smith in The Matrix. Chuck just admires her gracefulness as Bryce starts to get angry and throws careless punches. She decides to start blocking instead of dodging to feel his strength. Chuck can see that Bryce is starting to get winded. His attacks are slowing down and looking more sluggish.

"You have good form," Sarah muses after they stop.

"But I didn't land a single punch," Bryce retorts in annoyance. He doesn't like being shown up; especially by a woman. Chuck grins at Bryce's egotistic arrogance.

"That's the point. Didn't it annoy you that you couldn't hit me?"

"Yea."

"And that caused you to attack recklessly. I had ample opportunity to defeat you. I am here to teach you how to control yourself and defend yourself."

"Alright," Bryce shuffles away slightly ashamed.

"Don't worry. You did better than most of the recruits that I've seen," she smiles at Bryce hoping his spirits aren't crushed. "Chuck, your turn."

"Yay," Chuck cheers sarcastically as he takes his place on the mat. "Go easy on me," he begs with the most adorable pout he could muster. Sarah lets out a tiny giggle at his expression.

"You're the one attacking me, silly," she smiles as they get ready to face off. "Attack me," she demands as she gets in a defensive stance and her smile turns into a slight scowl. She is still as beautiful as ever.

"Don't panic," Bryce jokes.

"Thanks," Chuck sighs despairingly. "Well, here I come," Chuck informs her before launching what attacks he knows. Miss after miss, he feels his anger rising. He remembers what she said and tries to calm himself down by backing away and resetting his form. He throws a quick right jab that glides by her face, missing by millimeters. He decides to use his momentum and try a backwards elbow strike. As his elbow arrives to where he thought her face was, he feels her leg wrap around his ankles and a pressure against his back. He starts to fall over like an AT-AT with its legs tied together by the cable from a Snowspeeder in star Wars.

"Timber!" Bryce drawls jokingly as Chuck looks like a tree that's been cut from its stump.

Chuck braces himself for the inevitable fall as he puts his arms out, but he feels something hoist him by his waist; keeping him from falling. He feels the anchor that's holding him up and it is soft and fleshy. He rubs the anchor up and down once with his palm, feeling the soft texture of her skin. He finally realizes he is rubbing her arm. She quickly pulls him up and spins him so they are face to face. "Never ever turn your back to your opponent," she drills in seriously. "You must always be able to see your opponent and be able to read them. I could've pulled a knife or a gun and killed you before you could even take another look at me."

"Sorry Agent Walker," Chuck looks down at his feet in shame. She's right; he could've been killed if she had the intention of murder.

"You don't need to be sorry. You're learning from your mistakes," she pats him on the shoulder. She doesn't like seeing him despondent. He feels shivers down his body from the sensual touch. "Both of you are still learning but are at a good place so far. Good day overall. Tomorrow we'll work on reading your opponent."

"You're training us tomorrow?" Chuck asks as hope accidentally brims out of his voice and smile.

"Yea, I'll be your new trainer for now on except for when I am on missions," she informs him. Chuck beams a smile at her.

"Cool," he pipes happily. This is like a dream come true for him. He gets to see her six times a week.

Bryce and Chuck get back to their dorm room. "Dude," Bryce nudges him in the side, "way to go."

"What do you mean?" Chuck asks curiously as he furrows his brow. Bryce has a big goofy smile.

"When I told you to talk with the ladies, I didn't expect you to go for the best of the best," he gives Chuck a mock seductive look.

"You're a dick," Chuck smiles at him playfully as he takes off his shoes to relax. Bryce is crazy. There is no way she likes me… Does she? She did call me cute. Did she say something to Bryce? What if she does like me? That would be so awesome. Chuck sighs as he falls back onto his bed. Sarah likes me?

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I hope the introduction of Sarah Walker was satisfactory. Next chapter, Chuck will change his look and he has a training mission. If you would be so kindly, check out my other story that I started. It is an AU of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

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