Author's Note: I don't own Chuck and no copyright infringement is intended.

Thanks for the reviews. I've tried to answer some of the questions in this chapter (although by no mean all of them) so I hope its less confusing.

Date: 08/20/2012

Time: 22:00

Sarah woke with a start and took a moment to take in her surroundings as best as she could. It was utterly dark, not just the dark blue of the night with its low level lighting from the stars and the moon, but entirely devoid of light. The floor she was lying on was cold and ridged, and Sarah deduced that it was the metal floor of a shipping container. That one didn't take a genius to figure out.

The container was quiet but not silent. There was the sound of somebody else in the container with her. The breathing was very quiet and came out as ragged breaths, interrupted occasionally with a gentle sob. Sarah suspected that it was a child judging by sound of it, and one who had been in the container for more than a few hours.

Sarah fumbled around for a second, trying to ignore the thumping in her head as she found her torch. She pressed the on button and blinding light poured into the small container, accompanied by a splitting headache. Sarah touched a hand to her forehead, feeling the bloody wound. It was still slick with blood. It had bleed freely – she could feel the dried blood on her face – but it was relatively small and she'd live.

Sarah's suspicions were confirmed now that she could see. She was clearly on the inside of a shipping container or, as her paranoid side reminded her, someone wanted her to think she was on the inside of a shipping container. It couldn't have been more than three meters wide and six meters long and was nearly empty. The only two things in the container were a long metal chain and a small child whimpering in the corner.

Sarah walked towards the small girl but as she did the child flinched and withdrew even further into the corner.

"It's okay," soothed Sarah, "I'm here to help."

The girl peered up at her with large scared eyes. She didn't trust Sarah one bit and Sarah couldn't blame her considering all that she had been through.

Sarah sat down on the ground a couple of meters away from the girl attempting to bring herself down to the girl's level. She seemed to shrink even further into herself.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Sarah tried again, "I just want to make sure you're okay. My name's Sarah."

That finally seemed to get through to her.

"Molly," said the girl at a whisper.

"How long have you been here Molly?" asked Sarah but something distracted them before Molly could reply.

There were footsteps outside the container. They were soft but the night was quiet so Sarah's ears were finely tuned. Molly whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut so Sarah left her in the corner and hoped that she would stay there while she dealt with George. Sarah stood in roughly the centre of the container and puller her pistol out of her pocket. There was a rattle as the chains around the container's lock were removed and then with a groan the metal door that made up on wall slowly opened.

Sarah open fired with her gun and didn't stop shooting until she was empty. Instinctively she let out the spent magazine and slotted a new one into its place but didn't fire. The man in the doorway staggered backwards and crumpled to the floor. It took him just long enough for Sarah to realise that he was far too tall to be the lessor demon that had tried to kidnap her.

Sarah rushed over to the fallen man. She was concerned but still cautious. George hadn't had any accomplices so who was this man? He was face first on the ground with a pool of blood rapidly growing round him. He appeared dead.

"Shit," muttered Sarah and she holstered her gun. She grabbed the man by the shoulder and pulled him over, hoping to ID him.

"No!" gasped Sarah. The person she had just shot was Chuck Bartowski, a man who had died nearly two years ago and the love of Sarah Walker's life. Sarah just stared at the body in front of her. How could this have happened? There were so many questions.

Suddenly, Chuck gasped and started breathing. "Owww," he moaned. Sarah snapped out of her reverie and aimed her gun at his head.

Chuck looked at Sarah and his eyes widened, "boy this is going to take some explaining."

"You could say that!" replied Sarah. She still had her gun pointed towards him but looked unsure of what to do.

"Well, I'm not dead," started Chuck as he sat up. He checked his torso where he'd been short and seemed contented. There were bullet holes in his t-shirt but the skin underneath seemed undamaged.

"I gathered that much," interrupted Sarah, who now look less unsure and more angry, "why don't we start with why you're immune to bullets?"

"I, um, isn't it kind of obvious?"

Sarah sighed and her shoulders slumped slightly. Yes, it was obvious. There was only one way you could shrug off mortal wounds like that; being a demon host. It also explained how he had survived his death two years ago.

"Okay, then why shouldn't I just kill you where you sit?" asked Sarah.

"I don't suppose you'd be believe me if I told you that Chuck was still in control and not the demon?" tried Chuck.

Sarah laughed bitterly. The number of times they'd both heard that one, she was surprised that he'd try it. "No."

"In that case: Two, no three, reasons actually," explained Chuck. "Firstly, if we have a fight, you'd lose; secondly, we both want to kill the minor demon, making us allies; and finally, because of the intersect."

Chuck seemed deadly serious about all three points but he was obviously playing her.

"The intersect doesn't exist," retorted Sarah.

"Oh, it exists," replied Chuck, "and it is everything that we dreamt it could be."

"Fine, I'll help you," conceded Sarah, "but not for that pipe dream. I'm going to get Molly to safety while you deal with the lessor demon but when I'm done, I'm coming for you."

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