A/N: Time to keep writting. I want to thank you for the reviews, and I know everyone said this, but reviews keep authors happy! After this, I feel I must say that I really, really love Charah, so don't worry…

But first, I would like to know what had happened to Chuck in all those years, don't you think?

Also, It's time for us to meet Jack's enemy.

Look for the years.

It's time to go back…

WARNING: Violence ahead.


Chapter 4. Enemies.

Christmas, 2007.

The man in front of her was beaten, but still he was fighting, even if she was keep pointing him with her gun.

"You may have me, Agent Walker, but Fulcrum won. I know Chuck Bartowski is the Intersect"

"His secret is safe, and you're going straight to a CIA detention facility" hissed Sarah.

But the man didn't stop: he went on, saying those horrible things… he had to be stopped. She raised her gun, aimming…

But a third voice had spoken.

"Sarah, please, don't" Chuck kept walking, slowly, into the scene. "He's just bragging"

She keep aiming. I have to do this… She felt Chuck's warm body next to her.

"Arrest him, let him to rot in the facility, but don't shoot him" Chuck implored.

Sarah's hands started to trembling.

"You're not a killer, Sarah Walker. Not anymore" The soft voice, full of love, came into her ears. She felt the charm bracelet aroud her wrist…

And she lowered the gun.

That Christmas, Chuck brought Sarah's humanity back and sealed his own destiny.

Three weeks before, Chuck Bartowski had died.

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2007

NSA Quarters

"You fucking scum! You… bastard"

Orion was furious. He had never felt this hate before.

"You killed him!"

General Tacher just glared him.

"I think you're confused. Perhaps you should talk with General Beckham…"

"I'm not confused, you idiot! I know you gave her the order!"

Shit, he was trapped.

"I'm very sorry, Orion, but we had no choice"

"You always have a choice, you bloody cretin!"

"Oh, yeah? What would you do? Almost every Fulcrum agent known Chuck's identity. He will be chased his entire life!... I believe you know how is it, don't you?"

Orion conained himself from hitting him.

"That was not the deal, Mark. I was going to build your stupid 2.0 and you would let me desintersect him! It's almost finished! Why not wait?"

Tacher sighed. He really hate this man.

"Even if they succeed desintersecting him, he would be a target forever. After all, not everybody can handle the Intersect, but you know that too"

"You could put him in a bunker, or under witness protection, anything… but you have to killed him!"

"That was the best choice. It was for the Greater good"

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF THE GREATER GOOD! I'M SO SICK OF THAT SHIT!" Orion exploded "I've sacrificed everything, EVERYTHING for the Greater fuckin' Good!"

"I'm realy sorry, Stephen…"

Orion reached the door.

"No, you're not. But I swear you will…"

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2008

Monterrey, Mexico.

Chuck Bartowski, I'm going to kill you!

"Oh, come on, Sarah! It's just water!" said Chuck, laughing. "Besides, with all this heath, that must be refreshing"

Sarah smiled. Actually, she was very fresh now…

They were sitting in a well illuminated fountain, in the hearth of Monterrey.

"I guess you're right… but let's go now, we're attracting too much attention…"

They kept walking, hand folded, enjoying each other company. Technically, they hadn't to act like a couple now, after all they didn't have a cover to mantain, Technically, everything must be entirely professional now… technically.

Besides, today was the first anniversary of Chuck's "death" so, in order to keep him away from dark thoughts, Sarah had taken him for dinner. Of course, he had been a little depressed, but Sarah knew he was trying his best to see the bright side. That was one of the things Sarah loved of him.

She put her hand in his waist and let him do the same. What would General Tacher thought if he see us now? Certainly, nothing good. She had to admit that she missed General Beckman's blind eye about their relationship, but a year before General Beckham's superior had taken Chuck's "death" as a failure, and now they had to respond directly to General Tacher. After that, Sarah and the other two members of Team Bartowski feared that the new boss put Chuck in a bunker, and send Casey and Sarah far away from him. Fortunately, the General had other plans: as nobody could know that Chuck was still alive, no changes were made in the team. In despite that the Intersect had been the most successful tool against Fulcrum, they must travel around the world, identifying Fulcrum operatives, but they couldn't be in the same place over a month.

Additionally, and to prevent Chuck from being recognized, he have to change his identity every week: that means he would had a new name, a new color hair, a new mustache…. Sarah had to admit that he was becoming very good at the disguise. In fact, she was worried that one day he forgot his true appearance, but all the doubts disappeared every time she saw his eyes: no matter what shade they were, they always are the same kindly eyes of Chuck Bartowski, maybe with a hint of perpetual sorrow now, but still…

"I think is time to go back with Casey. He must be feeling so lonely…" he said, scratching his chin, where a shadow of a beard started to appear. Today, he has green eyes, a light beack and short, dark hair. She missed his curls.

"Yes… I think you're right, Ch… Dean"

He had smiled sadly when he heard his current name. As a precaution, neither Sarah or Casey were allowed to called him with any other name than the assigned one. Once in a while they let him choose his name, so he had already been Robert Langdon, Isaac King, Pierce Asimov, Leonard Cooper… his personal favorite was Morgan Lucas. He had tried with Morgan Skywalker, but they had denied it. Unfortunately, today's name, Dean Santos, wasn't his choose.

They were turning the corner when they heard gun noises. They ran to the abandoned house they were living, just in time to see Casey in a window, fighting with everything he has against five men, all inside the house. They headed to the door, in order to help him, but ten men came across both sides of the street. They were trapped.

Sarah dragged Dean behind the remains of wall and started firing at the men, who where doing the same. "Dean, you must run".

"No, Sarah, I can't…"

"It's not an option! You have to get off and call for help"

"What about Casey? What about you?"

"It's our job to keep you alive! Your life is worth more than ours"

"No, that's not trae! I want to help you!"

"Stop! We are trained to do this. You aren't!"

"I know, but…"

"DEAN, YOU CAN'T HELP US!"

She knows she had hurt him, but she needed him to understand…

They heard a fierce grunt that freeze their heart: John Casey was down. They were on their own now, and the enemy was approaching.

"This is the last chance we got, Dean. I will cover you and you will run, no excuses! NOW!" She was raising herself when a bullet came into her chest.

She fell, slowly…

"SARAH!"

"I'm sorry…Chuck"

Forgetting where he was, he approached to her body, trying to stop the bleeding.

"NO! PLEASE, SARAH, YOU HAVE TO STAY WITH ME, COME ON!"

Sarah closed her eyes.

"SARAH, PLEASE!"

"It's too late. Surrender and you wouldn't die!"

No… it couldn't be…

"Se acabó, Sr. Santos. You're team is gone, you're alone and we know you're just an annalist"

Alone…

No…

He could hear them coming…

Sarah…

No, this isn't over…

He hadn't anything to loose now.

He took the gun from Sarah's hand. If he was going to die, then he would take them with him.

And he fired it to the nearest men.

The others where out of guard, so he keep shooting, aiming to the chest. Like Call of Duty.

Three more men had fallen. He felt the impact of the bullet in his leg, but he didn't care. He kept shooting.

One man came from the house, from behind, and disarmed him with a kick. Dean kicked him in the groin and soon, both of them were on the ground, fighting. His adversary was merciless, but he could felt the adrenaline beating, He found a rock next to him and smashed it against the oponent head, knocking him. The victory was ephemeral, because he had already other one coming from him. He searched for a weapon in the beated man and he found a knife…

The next man was already over him, but he stabbed him, just in the chest. The last man was approaching, but he had the dead man's gun, so he fired.

Everything was over.

He breath.

He looked around him, all the bodies in the floor, and then he look at himself. He was covered in blood.

He kept breathing, deeply, slowly.

He was alive.

But now, he was a killer.

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2008.

NSA Quarters

General Mark Tacher was focused in his task. Against all odds, his scientist had finished the Intersect 2.0 successfully and now he had to find a host. Well, Orion, it seems you're not the only one who can finish the Intersect anymore. Since his son's death, Orion had been a pain in the ass, making his life - both personal and professional- a hell. He had even threatened Tacher's son. "A son for a son" was written in the card he left before disappear, like always. He was remembering the hate for that man when the screen in front of him turned on, revealing the face of the old Intersect. Well, well, another Bartowski.

"Mr… Santos, do you know what time is it?" He was in no mood.

"I apologize, General" said the man of the screen. The General blinked. He had never seen him so serious.

"Why aren't you in the hospital, with Agent Walker and Colonel Casey?"

"They said I was fine, the bullet just grazed and my cuts are clean."

"If everything was fine, why are you calling me?"

"Fine?" His voice made the General shiver. Hell, he's his father's son "Colonel Casey almost looses his right hand today and Sarah is currently in surgery, so no, General, everything is NOT fine."

"So, what do you want"

"I have a request for you. Nothing of this would had happened if they had been reinforced…"

"Mr. Santos, you know that nobody could join your team, your identity is too precious…"

"I didn't said I want another handler" cut Santos.

"So?"

"I want to be trained. I want to be a full field agent".

Oh, God!

"Are you sure, Mr Santos? You know that this job is extremely dangerous. You would do things that may not be completely according to moral…"

"General, I almost lost my team tonight because I wasn't trained and that of the moral…I just killed seven men tonight so don't give me that shit. I don't have a family and I want to help my partners. I had nothing to loose anymore, so I am ready. I just want to make suffer the bastards that had attacked my team today". The voice had been spoken with pure, cold fury.

General Tacher look at the monitor. This couldn't be better.

"OK, Mr. Santos. I agree with your request"

"Good. When do I start?"

"Oh no, Mr. Mathews. I had something better than training for you" He was enjoying this moment. "What do you know about the Intersect 2.0?"

"I'm not familiar with it, sir"

"Don't worry, son, you will. I'm going to make the arrangements to bring you here as soon as possible"

"Thank you, General. One more thing"

"What is it?"

"Have we already an idea of who is responsible for the attack?"

General Tacher was about to answer when an extraordinary idea came into his mind.

"Actually… yes, we have".

"So? Who did this?"

"Orion"

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A/N. Hahaha! I'm evil! Let me know what you think.