Disclaimer: Same as before. I own nothing, and all credit goes to Schwartz and Fedak for creating Chuck, and to Malamoo for creating this universe that I'm playing around in.

A/N: Okay, you wanted to know how I could crap on Sarah more? Well, here it is! I've found a way to make our favorite blonde spy even more miserable! As this story progresses, I realize that it gets further, and further away from Malamoo's Chuck vs. the Second Chance, but I'm still trying to mirror that great fic as much as possible. In this chapter, the way I've done that is a bit limited, but I managed to throw in a Moo-like flashback scene. I hope you enjoy that, and I hope you enjoy this chapter in general. Please review. Thanks!

Sarah had managed to reel in her emotions enough to put up a brave face for the rest of the evening. Ellie had been far too busy doting over her friend Jill and her newly announced pregnancy to notice the slight traces of hurt that Sarah knew had slipped past her façade. And if Jill noticed, which Sarah was quite positive the brunette had, she hadn't said anything.

The fact that no one asked her what was wrong helped Sarah make it through the evening conversation, which was almost all focused on Jill's pregnancy. Suffering alone and in silence was much more familiar, and even as polished as she was at deceiving others, Sarah didn't know if she could lie about the searing pain she felt deep within her chest at the thought of her husband starting a family with someone else.

That news had come as a shock, but as the hours wore on, Sarah was getting accustomed to the idea, and the pain was even beginning to recede some into a low, dull ache. Then came the conversation that the blonde agent was not at all ready for.

"Well, I guess I better get going," Jill said.

"What, so soon? Please, stay!" Ellie implored the other brunette. "We have so much more to talk about, baby-buddy!"

Jill laughed easily at the pleading request of her friend. "I'd love to Ellie, you know I would, but I have an early day tomorrow."

"Oh? What's going on?" Ellie asked.

"Well, I have an early doctor's appointment, then I have a session with my guy," Jill answered.

"Oh, you're in therapy?" Sarah asked. She hoped that she'd finally found some crack in the seemingly impenetrable armor that was Jill's perfect life with Sarah's husband and his family.

"Not exactly," Jill answered vaguely.

"She's just being modest," Ellie piped in. "Jill has been working with people at the prison. She helps rehabilitate them before they're set free. This guy is her greatest success."

"It's his success, Ellie," Jill lightly corrected. "I'm just glad I can help. And this guy in particular is just the sweetest man."

"How do you know so much about rehabilitating prisoners, Jill?" Sarah asked, a knowing smirk on her face. Finally, she would have Jill. There was no getting out of this one.

"Well, Sarah," Jill said, taking on a condescending tone. "On top of my doctorate in bio-chemistry, I have a master's degree in psychology. It was just something I did on the side, at first. But it's so rewarding to help bring people back into the real world. Everyone deserves a second chance, and I'm glad to help people like Jack."

"Jack?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah, that's the guy's name," Jill said nonchalantly. "Jack Burton. He was in for fraud and a couple of other things, which I guess doesn't really matter. But I've been working with him for some time now."

Sarah was reeling again at the mention of her father's name. She looked over to see Chuck wincing as well.

"So this Jack is going to be getting out of prison soon then?" Sarah asked.

"Well, he's been out for awhile," Jill answered. "But he insisted on still meeting with me. He's really turned his life around through his hard work."

"Give yourself credit, Jill," Ellie said. "He never could have done it without you. After all, didn't you tell us he called you 'the daughter he never had'?"

Jill laughed again, blushing slightly from the praise that was being heaped onto her. "Well, yeah, he did. He'd just the sweetest man."

Sarah had stopped paying attention to the conversation altogether. The daughter he never had? What about me? The blonde's thought went back to a time years previous when her father had denied her.

"Dad, please!? It's my wedding!" Sarah implored her father.

"I'm sorry, darlin'. I know you're in love, or whatever with the schnook-"

"Chuck!" Sarah reminded him.

"Yeah, whatever. I know you and Charlie are in love, but I just don't think I can make it. I'm sorry," Jack said. Sarah couldn't help but to think that her father sounded not the least bit resentful. His apology fell flat.

"But dad, I'm your daughter. I love you, and I really want you to be there to walk me down the isle. It would mean a lot to me," Sarah said, meaning every word of what she said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that Sarah, I really am, but there are just some things that have come up, and I don't think I can make it. Listen, I gotta run. You take care of yourself, darlin'," Jack said, and with that, the call disconnected, leaving Sarah literally holding the phone.

Once again, her father had failed to come through for her. Once again, Jack hadn't been there for his only daughter. It wasn't like she was asking that much. She just wanted him to be a part of her life, but again, she was rebuffed. Sarah wondered, with tears in her eyes, if Jack would ever be there for her. She didn't think that he would. A part of her didn't think he even thought of her as his daughter anymore.

A/N: Okay, there it is. So now Jill has taken Sarah's husband, his family, the right to have Chuck's children, and now, Sarah's own father. How can things get worse for her? Well, I'm sure I'll figure something out, haha. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, and I look forward to your feedback. You guys are awesome. Peace.