A/N: Ok, so I'm not very good at this. Published Chapter 3 without including this part. I received several comments that my original title had been used for was a very popular story and it was recommended that I change mine. So, first of all, my apologies to the original author and story. I hope this title will work for everyone. Thanks to all those who have reviewed the story and please do so with future chapters. Thanks for reading. Mistakes are all mine and I don't own Chuck, Sarah, or any of our friends.

Friday July 20, 7:30 am

Sarah and her dad were sitting on the balcony enjoying the view with breakfast. It was early enough that it was still cool enough to sit outside. They had talked well into the night before retiring. Sarah was so glad he had the penthouse with two bedrooms.

Walking over to the railing Sarah stood there with the sun on her face and wind in her hair. "I like your new hair cut, Sarah."

"Thanks, dad. It's quite a change. It was just a lark one day while we were on our honeymoon." What? Where did that come from?

"Hey, hey! There's a new memory isn't it? Do you remember anything else about the honeymoon?"

"Yes, it is, and no, there's nothing else. Why did that come just now?"

"Well, I'm no doctor but from what you've told me and what I just heard, they seem to come when you are just in a casual conversation and speak without thinking through each word and thought. That may be a key, Sarah. Hope so anyway.

Looking down to the ground Sarah couldn't help but smile when she thought about how scared Chuck was of heights when they first met. Oh my God ... there's another one. When and where was she with Chuck that she would know that? Damn, why can't they come back more complete?

"...you join me? I could use you on this. Uh, Sarah ... hello ... you there?"

"Oh sorry. Sort of spaced out for a minute. What were you saying?"

"Got a meeting today ... you should join me ... I can use the help."

What's the scam, dad?" Sarah said with a smile.

"Ah, the old doom and zoom."

With a laugh Sarah said, "How many times did we do that one?"

"Lots. But this one is worth a cool $750,000." Sarah's mouth dropped open. "We never scored that much in Ohio or Tennessee, did we?"

Monday, July 23, 11:04 am

"Ellie?" She jumped when Mary came up behind her and spoke. "Sorry dear."

"No problem, Mom. Was just in my own little world here." Ellie had been sitting at Chuck's bedside, holding his hand and quietly stroking his wedding ring. She was thinking of the joy of Chuck and Sarah's wedding as well as missing her Devon. What a wonderful beach wedding their's had been!

"I've been thinking. What do you think of trying to access the Intersect to see if you can reach Chuck?"

"I have thought about that but think he needs to heal more physically before we can do anything more with his brain. He's still too weak to stand the strain of the Intersect at this point."

"But you've said his brain activity seems to be waning. Don't we have to worry about that too?"

"Of course. This is so unique. If I make the wrong decision, it could cause permanent damage ... or even kill him. Guess that's why I went into medicine though ... to make these tough decisions. I think I need to talk to Devon about this one.

"Mom. Go get after Morgan to find Sarah. I know he's dragging his feet and I really think that's the only thing that will ever bring Chuck back."

"On it honey."

Monday, July 23, 12:15 pm

"Morgan, get your butt off that sofa and call Sarah! I mean it! You wait another minute and I'm going to get out my gun!"

"Hey, Mrs. Bartowski, just heading to get my phone to do that very thing."

"Man, oh man," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head as he moved to the bedroom where he had left his phone. I've got to get Chuck back, he thought to himself, to take some of these women off my hands. Alex, Ellie, Mrs. B ... that's just more than I can handle by myself.

He dialed the number General Beckman had given him and waited, hearing several clicks and beeps which he assumed were all the safety devices going into place for a secure call.

"Hello, General, what can I do for you?"

"Uh ... Sarah ... hi ... it's me, Morgan," he stammered out. Then, much more quickly, he continued, "Please, please don't hang up. Beckman gave me this number."

"Hello, Morgan. What do you want?" It was a cold, emotionless response.

Icy ... this lady is SO cold, thought Morgan. "Uh, Sarah, I need to talk to you about something really important."

"Sorry, Morgan, I'm in the middle of something here and can't talk. I will call you back." Click ... Sarah had hung up on him.

"Well?" Asked Mary when he came back to the living room. He was visibly shaken.

"Uh ... well ... she ... hung up on me. I told you this was a bad idea and I am sorry I ever had to speak to her again."

Monday, July 23, 7:30 pm

They had never laughed so hard. Jack Burton and Sarah Walker danced across the hotel lobby floor and into the elevator. "I can't believe he actually fell for that! Have we ever gotten away with an easier con?" In only 72 hours they had completely conned the $750,000 Jack had promised out of a very smart businessman.

"Oh, darlin', this could only be the beginning if you want to come back to 'the life' with me. No one is going to resist the 'lovely Miss Applebaum' once you turn on the charm."

Entering the penthouse Sarah became quiet and immediately went to her bathroom. She knew she was going to disappoint her father once again and he had no idea just how bad it was going to be.

Jack noticed the change in Sarah as soon as she hit the penthouse. First, she had ignored his thoughts about her joining him fulltime. Now he was sure she was going to make him return the money. He had actually been expecting this ever since she agreed to help. She needed this ... had always been ready for anything he threw at her. And he could tell she was missing the action. This was just a wonderful chance for them to catch up. His two trips to Burbank had not given them much chance and Schnoo ... er, Chuck was the apple of her eye there and then. He knew she was missing more than the action, too. She didn't remember it ... maybe would never remember it. But she had come to need the life and love of a family ... a stable family. Guess I should thank Chuck for giving her that, Jack thought, with a little remorse and a whole lot of love.

Once she had changed clothes and jewelry, she returned to the sitting room, leaned against the door, and looked warmly at her dad. "You know, dad, it wouldn't be that hard to join you."

"Oh, I hear a 'but' coming..."

"You're right. I'm a spy now dad. It's a life I've embraced and I make a difference for our country. And, you know ... in some ways ... I'm an officer of the court, too."

"Ouch! I don't know who raised you with all this honesty and these patriotic virtues ... your grandmother I guess. But I'm proud of you and glad you're doing it because then I know it will be done well. But it sure was fun one more time, huh, honey?" Their smiles were reflections of each other.

"And you do know I'm going to have to ask you to return the money?"

There it was. "Well, you can ask... Okay, okay,I really hoped it wouldn't come to that but how about expense money? You know, I did return all your money to you for the wedding. Shouldn't I get a break for that 'officer'?"

"What did you say?" Sarah stood quickly and was stunned with what she just heard. "What money? For the wedding?"

"Oh ... I guess you don't remember that either. You got scammed out of your wedding money and..."

"By Daphne Peralta ...YES!"

"I had saved your piggy bank all these years, always putting a little bit ... sometimes a lot ... in, every time I scored. So when I took the coward's way out and snuck away before your wedding I left your piggy bank and the money on your bed."

Sarah was in his arms immediately, crying and laughing, and knowing this was a good man despite his lifestyle. "I don't remember this but I know it's true. Thank you so very much for all you've given me. It might not be the standard curriculum but it has prepared me well for all I've done and been since."

They continued to laugh for some time but he knew they had to have a serious conversation. "But now you are in turmoil. You've lost such a big piece of yourself. I could see the love between you and schno ... Chuck. Even on my first visit, when you still thought you were all spy girl, it was obvious there was much more between you two."

"But how can I be with a man I don't remember at all ... or, well, mostly don't remember?" That knot in her stomach, which had been gone since coming to Dallas, was back, as were the tears.

"Have you been listening to yourself since you've been here? Through all the stories you kept telling me how great Chuck is. He asks you to trust him; he tells you he loves you; he isn't asking anything more of you until you ask it of him; he let you walk away knowing it was going to kill him but was what you wanted. I really don't know much about it myself, but it sounds an awful lot like love to me.

"Listen, you've worked so hard to harden your heart through the years that it doesn't know how to express these emotions. How many days, weeks, even years did it take for you to admit that Chuck was real and you wanted to return his love? I know, I know ... you don't remember. But at some point you have to decide whether to fight for it or walk away from it. You walked away from Chuck a few months ago. Did that solve your problem?"

Jack took Sarah's hands in his and said, "And Sarah ... why are you still wearing your rings?"

Well, it certainly wasn't what she had expected from her Dad. But when Sarah searched her Dad's eyes she could see the love and comfort there. How could he know? How could he have said that? "Dad, that is almost word for word what Mom said to me. How is that possible?"

"Because we both love you and see the pain you are in. We just want you to be happy. And we saw that happiness in you in Burbank with your Chuck."

"My Chuck." It came out a whisper but was like the ocean crashing on the shore.

Sunday, July 22, 12 noon

The light was getting brighter and the apparitions less distinct as Chuck neared the light. He couldn't tell if it was right in front of him or miles away so he just kept moving. There was still pain coming from an external source but that, too, seemed to be lessening. What would he find at the light? He hoped his mom and Ellie would be there. And the beautiful blonde girl ... yes, he would love to see her again, too.

Tuesday, July 24, 8:45 am

The next morning Sarah awoke with a start. She was sweating and her heart was racing. She had been dreaming; running away from something ... or someone. Most of it was already gone from her consciousness but it had terrified her. Someone was calling her but she just kept running. No, it had been her phone ... it kept ringing but the face that appeared on the screen was unknown to her ... no, it was ... a friend ... no ... a stranger ... or, or, or...

Oh, no! She suddenly remembered that Morgan had called yesterday while they were working the con. She had dismissed him saying she would call him back. But she had forgotten. As she reviewed the call she realized a couple of things. One: she had been really rude to him. She didn't like anyone tracking her down and on top of it all General Beckman had given him her secure number. Two: he had sounded very strange, like it was hurting him to talk to her and/or he had bad news.

She grabbed her phone and placed the call.

"Well, well, Sarah, thanks for getting back to me so quickly." Now it was his turn to be rude. But I totally deserve that, she thought. "And do you know what time it is here? Never mind..."

Taking a deep breath he continued: "It is against my better judgement to be talking to you Sarah. I truly loved you like a sister and knew you were the right girl for my best friend Chuck." Sarah heard and felt the past tense he was using stabbing at her. "But now I don't know. You walked away from him when he was giving you everything. Because you were ... and still are ... his everything. Have you remembered that yet, or at least figured it out?"

Sarah started to interject but was stopped as Morgan just kept speaking: " Anyway, Ellie and Mrs. B insisted that I call you and..."

"Ellie and Mary are there in Burbank?"

"Why, yes, they are," he said sarcastically. "Okay miss cold-hearted-master-spy-with-no- feelings-whatsoever, here it is: Chuck has been in a serious car accident..."

"WHAT?" Her hand came to her mouth in distress.

"...and is in a coma. His life is hanging in the balance." Morgan could hear Sarah gasping over the phone and stopped his tirade. "Sarah? Sarah? Are you Okay?"

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." Sarah was screaming and crying and fell to her knees. "No, No, No!"