A/N: Hey, welcome back. You guys seem to be enjoying this one, as am I. About seven months ago, I began the story of Sarah vs the Life Unexpected, and it was absolute fluffiness. Now I realize we aren't to that level, yet, and there's a reason. That story went forward at 10 million mph. This one is going to be slower, but this chapter, I think we get fluffy, however, to get there we need to do something, please note the title. I'm giving you a spoiler up front, don't worry. Enjoy…I give you Reassigned, Ch. 4, The Scare

A/N 2: Thanks to Marc Von Kannon for some help with chapter 2, Angelgurl0 for all she has done, and Steampunk . Chuckster for helping me work out ideas. Also, if you're not reading Wade1978's newest fic, go! His Yogurt Girl is still one of my all time favorite Charah stories, and this one is good as well. Now, on to the Charah.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and I'm putting you on feel alert.


"That's doesn't make a lot of sense," Chuck said, reading a report. She snatched it away from him, trying to frown, but the grin on her face made it useless to even try.

"You really shouldn't be looking at those," she said.

"Not high enough clearance? Do I need more papers to sign?" he asked.

"No, it's just you're a good guy, and you don't need to see all of this," she said.

"But why would he enter the room like that?" Chuck asked. She looked at the report, raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

"Not bad, Chuck, how do you know that?" she asked. He looked nervous. "Some secret you've been hiding from me?"

"Call of Duty," he replied. "It's a video game, a shooter." Sarah burst out into laughter. She made a notation on the report.

"Well, I'm glad-" she paused, mid-sentence, pain on her face.

"You okay?" he asked, looking at her, in concern.

"Yeah," she said, looking slightly embarrassed. She went out of the room quickly.

"When it hits, it hits," he said to himself. "I wonder if she has a spastic colon?"

"CHUCK!" she screamed. He jumped and ran to the bathroom door.

"What's wrong?" he asked, fearful of what could have this amazing woman sounding like that.

"I'm bleeding," she said, just above a whisper. He didn't have to ask where, because there was only one place that would make her react like this. Many times in his life, Chuck Bartowski would freak out when something went wrong. He would break down, worry, spiral, but this was different. This was Sarah Walker and her child, and he found something inside of him he didn't even know he had. He grabbed his phone.

"Ellie," he said. "Sis, Sarah is cramping and bleeding." He listened for a second, and then held the phone away from his ear so he could talk to Sarah. "What color is the blood?"

"It's red," she said, fear in her voice.

"Get her to her doctor now, at Westside Medical, I'll be waiting for you," Chuck heard from the phone that was nowhere near his ear. The bathroom door opened, and Sarah came out, grabbed her purse and tossed him the keys as they headed toward the door. "You're letting me drive the Porsche," he said softly, realizing how bad she thought it was. He grabbed her shoulders. "Sarah, I'm here, do you understand me?" She nodded, tears in her eyes. "I'm here," he said again, softer.

"Thank you, Chuck," she said softly. He led her out to the car and helped her in. Ten minutes later they got to the hospital and they both saw Ellie was waiting for them at the door. Chuck knew Sarah was feeling better because she was muttering that little old ladies drove faster than him. Chuck ran around to help Sarah out of the car but she was already out, giving him a look. "I'm good, thanks." Chuck nodded. She grabbed him hand. "I'm good because you were there," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Chuck stood there a second, grinning stupidly, when he heard the argument break out. "I don't need a wheelchair, Ellie!"

"Sarah Walker, you will sit in a wheelchair and you will do it now!" Ellie said. The two stared at each other. Chuck watched as the two squared off. "Do it for the baby." Sarah narrowed her eyes, but sat, reluctantly.

"Low blow, Ellie," Sarah said.

"Yeah, well when someone's being stubborn and you love them, you do whatever you have to do," Ellie said as she walked behind the chair to push. Chuck shook his head, Ellie stopped, and grinned when Chuck took the handles to he wheelchair. Sarah grabbed Ellie's hand. Nothing was said, but the two smiled at each other. "I'm here for you, and so is the nerd," she said, grinning and nodding her head toward Chuck.

"I'm grateful for you," Sarah said. "And the nerd," she added, grumpily.

"You know you love me," he said, pushing the chair. His eyes got big as he realized what he said, and he felt Ellie turned toward him with an amused smile on her face. There was no time for anything else as Dr. Alcott met them at the door. She took one look at Chuck pushing, glanced down at Sarah, who seemed calm by the situation and made a quick decision.

"Come on you two, let's get Sarah to her room," Dr. Alcott said. Chuck, assuming she meant Sarah and Ellie, let go of the wheelchair. Dr. Alcott looked at Chuck. "Not getting cold feet are we?"

"Chuck, you're coming, right?" Sarah asked. Chuck smiled at her.

"Yeah, I just thought that you might not want a guy in there, you know in case, you have to get, uh," he stammered. She grabbed his hand.

"Chuck, I need you," she said. He nodded, squeezed her hand, let go, and grabbed the handles of the wheelchair.

"Which way, Doc?" he asked. Ellie and Debbie shared a knowing look. Chuck followed them and had a confused look on his face. "Uh, doc she's not that far along," he said as they headed into a delivery room.

"The delivery rooms have everything we need already set up," Dr. Alcott explained. "We're going to do an ultrasound, and check for a heartbeat, and go from there."

"Oh, I didn't think you could do an ultrasound that early," Chuck replied pushing her through the doorway. As he went by Dr. Alcott to get her to the bed, she lay a hand on his shoulder.

"We're doing the ultrasound vaginally," she said.

"Then perhaps I should go outside," he said, helping Sarah get into bed. Sarah grabbed his hand and shook her head. "Close my eyes?" She gave him a grateful smile.

"Chuck, I'm not that concerned right now about what you see or don't see, I just need people I trust," she said. Chuck swallowed and nodded.

"I'm here, Sarah, right here," he said.

"Okay I'm going to step out of the room to get some things, Sarah you get into a gown, Chuck, close your eyes," Dr Alcott said, grinning, and Chuck did so, and turned and faced the far wall.

"Charles," Ellie said, chuckling.

"He's a good one," Sarah said. "Well, I guess we should hurry, I'd hate for him to accidently open an eye and see me here with nothing on." She watched Chuck flinch. Both women burst out into laughter. "Chuck, I'm decent," she said, and he opened one eye, and slowly turned around. Sarah was in bed. He came over, sat in a chair beside her, and held her hand.

"So, Bryce Larkin," Ellie said. Sarah nodded.

"Yep," she began as a nurse walked into the room.

"Hello, Dr. Bartowski, oh, I didn't know your brother was expecting a baby," the nurse said. Chuck's mouth went dry. "How far along are you, Sweetheart?"

"Eight weeks," Sarah said.

"Okay, I'm going to take some blood, and we'll get you ready for the doc," she said. "It's good thing you're here, Chuck," the nurse said to him. "So many dads just don't show up. They can be there for the fun, but not for the work." Chuck started to speak, and Sarah squeezed his hand. He looked at her and she gave a quick shake of her head.

"I'm lucky to have someone like Chuck," Sarah said. The nurse smiled, finished up, and left. Chuck began to sputter once she left.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I don't know their policy, and I need you here," she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how that might affect you. I'm really sorry, Chuck." Ellie looked at him. Chuck squeezed her hands a few times before she would look at him.

"Hey, I could care less what anyone thinks of me," Chuck said. "In fact, I was thinking what they must think of you, having a big nerd as the father." Sarah stared at him.

"I wish the baby was that lucky," she said. Chuck didn't know what to say and Dr. Alcott came in.

"So, DAD," Debbie said, grinning and laughing. "I take it you're to be admitted with Sarah anytime she comes in."

"Yes, Dr. Alcott," Sarah said. "I'm sorry, I just thought," Debbie raised her hand to cut her off.

"Honey, you're scared, and he calms you, I don't care who you bring in here as long as YOU are comfortable," she said. She glanced at Chuck. "For the record, he's a good one." Chuck was speechless. "Now let's see how our baby is doing. Sarah, can you pull up your gown so I can see your belly while leaving the covers where they are?" Chuck whipped his head in the other direction. Sarah let go of his hand, pulled up her gown, and the doctor place a device over her abdomen. Chuck heard something quick and faint. He turned, stunned at what he was hearing, not even thinking about how Sarah was clothed.

"My bad," he said, as he remembered.

"No, it's good," she said, already having pulled the gown back down. He looked at her, there was awe on her face and she was staring at him.

"Is that?" he began, the same look of awe on his face.

"We have a heartbeat, so that is very good," Debbie said.

"It's so fast," he said, looking at Sarah, who was smiling at him.

"That actually normal at this stage of development, but the best thing," Debbie said, smiling. "That means a miscarriage is not happening." Sarah let out a sigh of relief. "Now," she said, pulling down the covers. Chuck began to turn his head.

"Just watch my face," Sarah said. Chuck nodded and gulped. Sarah made a face. "Cold," she said.

"That has got to be a little uncomfortable," Chuck said. She nodded, trying not to giggle.

"Excuse me, you two, this is a place for sick people," Debbie said, winking at Sarah. There was a tear coming out of Sarah's eye.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Hey, these I enjoy," Debbie said. "It's when you can't find the heartbeat…well."

"That's gotta be rough," Chuck said.

"Very," she said, and she smiled. "Ellie, turn that monitor please." Ellie turned it toward Chuck and Sarah. "There is your baby, and it appears to be doing fine." Chuck was watching the monitor, mouth dropped. Sarah had her other hand over her mouth, tears coming out of her eyes.

"She's beautiful," Chuck said.

"She?" Dr. Alcott said.

"I have no real idea," Chuck replied. "I'm just stunned."

"She is beautiful," Sarah said, looking at him. She knew she could do this alone, but she didn't want to. Not as long as Chuck Bartowski was in her life. Not as long as he was willing to help her, and from the look on his face, she couldn't imagine him being anywhere else.

"Now, there's some things we need to talk about, Sarah," Debbie began. "Should you and I do it in private or is it okay with everyone in the room?"

"Chuck and Ellie are welcome every step of the way," Sarah said. Chuck squeezed her hand.

"I'm here as long as you'll have my help," Chuck replied. They looked at each other and smiled.

"Do we have to have the talk with that wand where it is?" Sarah asked. Debbie grinned, Chuck whipped his head back toward Sarah's eyes, and she gave him the most appreciative smile. "That's better," she said. Chuck laughed. "What are you going to do during the birth?" she asked.

"He's going to stay on the north side of the curtain we put up, because I know Chuck Bartowski and he'll pass out in the middle of the floor if he looks down here," Debbie said. Chuck looked at Sarah.

"I guess I have my orders," he said.

"Thank you," Sarah said simply. He knew what it was for. It was for now, for the future, for all the help to come, and he was ready. He had only known her a few days, and he knew he was falling hard, but if nothing ever came of it, Sarah Walker had done the impossible. She had pulled him out of the funk he had been in and he would always be her friend for that very reason, regardless of anything that may, or may not happen between them, and he was going to help her with this, however she needed him to.

"Any stress?" Dr Alcott asked.

"You mean besides finding out I'm pregnant, moving cross country, and being taken to lunch by you two?" Sarah asked.

"What about Bryce?" Chuck asked. Dr. Alcott studied them.

"Bryce is?" she asked.

"The father," Sarah answered. "I just found out he died. Two days ago."

"And you didn't sleep that whole night," Chuck added. Sarah gave him a look. "You wanted me here, and this is part of it, understand." She set her jaw, nodded, but she wasn't happy. "I don't care how mad you get at me, if you don't tell her everything, she can't help you. That's the way it works." She nodded, reluctantly like a petulant child.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," Debbie said. "He's right, Sarah. I don't know if the stress caused this, but it didn't help. You have a cervical polyp. If you weren't pregnant, I'd go in and take them out, but I can't. Chances are, getting pregnant caused it. Now," she glanced at Chuck. "You sure I should tell you everything?"

"He's here, he's a pain in my butt, but he's here," Sarah said.

"See, I'm growing on you," he said. She glared at him. "Admittedly, like a wart, but growing." She shook her head, fighting the grin.

"Okay, these polyps will bleed from time to time, especially when they are irritated, like when you have sex," Debbie said. Chuck's eyes got big.

"Uh, I didn't, we didn't, I mean I don't think she," he looked at Sarah, who had an eyebrow raised and an amused smile on her face. "I'm just gonna shut up."

"So every time I have sex between now and when I deliver I will bleed?" Sarah asked, turning back to Debbie who was trying not to explode with laughter. Debbie shrugged.

"Maybe, or you might never bleed again," Debbie said. "It is harmless, it should not deter your sex life."

"Okay," Sarah said, casually. Chuck looked like he wanted to crawl under the bed and hide there. Sarah wasn't about to let this go. No, she was going to enjoy this. "So I've heard things about sex during pregnancy, like your drive really increases." Debbie nodded.

"Perfectly healthy and natural," Debbie said. Chuck was turning five shades of red and studying the far wall.

"And it won't hurt the baby?" she asked, grinning. Debbie shook her head, knowing what she was doing, and joining in.

"It is absolutely fine," she said.

"I read a study that it actually helps some babies," Ellie said. Chuck turned to look at his sister, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

"Well, if it's for the baby," Sarah said. Chuck really wanted to hide. She looked at him. "Are you coming to the birthing class?"

"You said, every step of the way," Chuck said. Sarah smiled at him. She was sure this was gonna be okay.

-ooooo-

"Come back if it starts back up, or if it starts bleeding for no reason," Debbie said.

"But if I have sex, I don't have to?" she asked. Debbie shook her head and Chuck was trying hard not to listen. "Any restrictions?"

"Nope, you and your partner can have all the sex you want," Debbie said, trying not to burst. Sarah reached over and took the keys to her car away from Chuck. He looked at her.

"Come on, you owe me a date, remember?" she said. Ellie nearly squealed, but held it in. She did hug both of them at the same time.

"Ellie, the baby," he said. She let go of Sarah and pulled him in tighter. "Ellie, me!" he choked out. She pulled away, and looked from one to the other. "Ellie, will you calm down, I'm going to take her out, show her Burbank, let her do something fun before the baby comes, that's all." He gave her a hug, and went to get into the car.

"That's all?" Ellie asked. Sarah was standing where Chuck couldn't see her. She bounced a shoulder and grinned.

"You heard him," she replied. Ellie hugged her again. Sarah got in the car. "Where to?"

"Feel like Mexican?" he asked. She nodded and started the car.

-ooooo-

"You can get a beer, Chuck," she said.

"No, that's not fair to you," Chuck said. She reached over and took his hand.

"Chuck, you didn't get me this way, you aren't required to do all of this," she said, smiling.

"Sarah, what part of I'm here for you are you not understanding?" he asked. She studied him. "I am here for this, now if I'm here too much, then tell me and I'll go there."

"What if someone wants to date you, what then, Chuck?" Sarah asked.

"What if someone wants to date you, what then, Sarah?" he asked as an answer. She sighed. "Okay, right now, I am not in a relationship with anyone, but I have this friend who is going through some stuff and she is my first priority. Not because I owe her, or feel indebted, or anything like that, but because she means the world to me."

"You've only known me a few days," Sarah said. "And, honestly, you don't really know me." He shrugged, leaned back, proud of himself like he had won that and waited for her answer. "If someone wanted to date me they'd have to be willing to be there for me in the good times and bad, and what guy is going to want to date me? I'm ex-CIA, I'm a barely functional human, and I'm pregnant with another man's child."

"If they had any sense, all of them," he said, leaning in toward her. "Listen, I get you come from a background of secrets and holding in feelings and all this, but you want me here for you, so here's the thing, you Sarah Walker are a good person. I may not know much about you, but I know you. I could be locked in a hole if you didn't stick up for me. Instead you've turned your life upside down, and have me staying at your apartment."

Sarah stared at him. A real life is what she wanted. Maybe what she needed to do was be honest, something she wasn't good at.

"Chuck," she began, reaching across the table and taking his hand. "I've had a life of secrets and lies, and I can't do that anymore."

"Okay, so what do you need from me?" he asked.

"Chuck, no secrets, no lies," she said. "I don't need to know everything about your past, but whatever happens going forward, I need the truth."

"You can't handle the truth," Chuck said, leaning back, grinning. She studied him.

"Chuck, I like you, and you're a good guy that I don't think I deserve," she said. She swallowed. Chuck stared at her, and then got the dopiest grin on his face.

"Sarah, I'm crazy about you, and I love the fact that you keep trying to blame all your snuggling on the baby," Chuck replied. She leaned in.

"Prove it," she said, grinning.

"No secrets, no lies," he replied. She turned her head, bitting off a curse, and grinned.

"Okay, Bartowski, I like snuggling with you," she admitted. "I like being around you, I like the way you make me feel, but I have a baby I have to put first."

"Yes, you do," Chuck said. "And I get that. I'm not kidding Sarah, I'm here. Whatever we do or do not have, you are my friend and you've helped me realize I need to live life, and that, that is something I can never forget."

"Friends," she said. "And the rest?"

"The rest we'll deal with, but we'll be honest about it," Chuck said. She nodded.

"You are still totally freaking out about the bleeding though aren't you?" she asked, grinning.

"How are you not?" he replied. "How can you just be calm?" She shrugged. "I'm not joking Sarah, whatever happens, I'm here, just be honest with me." She nodded.

"I'm not good at real life," she admitted. "But I've got a pretty good teacher."

They talked, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. They finished their meal, and Chuck took her to hear a local band. She didn't know much about music, but Chuck loved it, and she enjoyed dancing. He wasn't a terrible dancer, but he also wasn't the best. She really didn't care, they were having fun, and she had never felt so free. Chuck suggested one more stop on their date and a little while later she found herself sitting on a beach, watching the stars with Chuck. She watched the waves crash into the beach and just felt an overwhelming sense of peace. She lay her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her.

"You're gonna be a great mom," he said. She looked up at him.

"I am going to be terrible," she said, laughing. "But I'm going to love this baby with all I have."

"That's why you're gonna be great," he said. "Plus you'll have Uncle Chuck to help out."

"Uncle Chuck?" she asked. He missed the look on her face, the one of sadness.

"Whatever you want the baby to call me," he said.

"You don't mean that," she said, looking away.

"Sarah, I do," he said. She studied him, and shook her head.

"Chuck, how about we cross that bridge when we get there, there's no guarantee I carry this baby to term," she said. Chuck pulled her in close, and she let loose the tears of worry, and fear that had she had kept bottled up all day. Chuck held her, wishing he could take away all of her pain.

"Hey, the baby's alright, I didn't pass out," he began. She laughed into his shoulder. "And Ellie is going to lose her mind, if you don't quit teasing her."

"Who says I'm teasing her," she said. She pulled back and looked at him. "Chuck, I want this."

"Sarah," he began, and her phone rang.

"You have got to be kidding me!" she growled. She pulled out her phone. "Walker, secure, with the protectee."

"Walker, we're going to have a public funeral for Larkin, and I need you to go," Graham said.

"Sir, it's 2 am here, what time is it there," she snapped.

"The funeral is in ten hours," Graham said.

"Oh," she replied. "I'll have to take Chuck with me."

"We know, Walker, and it would make sense them being roommates," Graham replied.

"That is the dumbest thing I ever heard, Bryce got him thrown out of Stanford," Sarah said. She heard paper shuffling.

"That's not in his record," Graham said.

"Chuck told me, and I'd take his word over Bryce's any day," she said.

"Walker, are you having a relationship with him?" Graham asked.

"That is none of your damn business," Sarah replied, she felt Chuck hug her, trying to soothe her. She leaned back against him.

"You're done aren't you, Sarah," Graham said. He used her first name. It was over.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"You were one of the best, Walker," Graham said. "Will you stay on in your current role?"

"For now," she said. "I'll be there at noon," and with that, Graham disconnected.

"You okay?" Chuck asked. Sarah snuggled more into him.

"I'm great, I just told the director of the CIA I was done being an agent and I don't have one regret," she said. "I'm scared to death, and I have to go to the funeral of my baby's daddy."

"So, a Wednesday," Chuck said. Sarah grinned. "I got you, Sarah."

"I know, Chuck," she said, softly. "I know."


A/N: Go check your blood sugar… Til next time…hope you enjoyed it! Reviews and PMs are always welcomed!

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