Here is Chapter 9! I know everybody was upset when I said I wasn't going to post as often. Don't you all love me now?

I do not own Chuck. :(

The Truth

Sarah knocked on Shaw's doorframe, "You wanted to see me?"

"Miss Walker, please come in."

Sarah slowly walked in and stood in front of his desk, "Well?"

"Have a seat."

Sarah sat in one of Shaw's plush leather chairs, "I don't have a lot of time for conversing with snakes, so spit it out."

"I wanted to apologize for last night. It was very wrong to treat you the way I did, and it won't happen again." Shaw said.

"You bet it won't," Sarah muttered.

"I must also admit that I did have an ulterior motive." Shaw continued.

Sarah glared at him, "You really remind me of my father, you know that?"

"Sarah, I wanted to go out with you because your father is sort of one of my heroes."

"That's really sad," Sarah pointed out.

"Anyway, I'd really like to make it up to you." Shaw finally said, "How about dinner do-over? We'll go anywhere you want to go."

Sarah looked down at her lap, "I don't know."

"Please, Sarah, it's the least I can do." Shaw begged.

"Well, since you asked so nicely…" She paused and smiled, Okay, I'll go out with you again, but you're on big-time probation, mister."

Shaw smiled back, "I can live with that."

Sarah got up to leave, but Shaw stopped her, "Before you go, can I ask you a question?"

Sarah sat back down, "Sure."

"Please don't get angry, but I was wondering why you got so upset last night when I mentioned your past."

Sarah squirmed visibly, "It's just,—it's a real soft spot for me. I don't think I'll ever get over what happened."

Sarah shook her head, "He really doesn't know anything about my past, and I'd like to keep it that way. I didn't even tell Bryce," she admitted

There was a long pause, and then Shaw said, "You should tell him."

"What?" No, I can't do that!" Sarah protested

"Sarah, sooner or later he's going to find out. One day, somebody is going to let the truth slip."

Sarah stared at her lap for a long while. "You're right," She finally said, "I have to tell him.'

Shaw just nodded.

"But, how? When?" She wondered.

"How about right now?" Shaw suggested

"But he's working right now. I don't want to bother him."

Shaw chuckled, "Sarah, if there's one thing that I know about your boy Chuck, it's that he's never too busy for you."

"Okay," Sarah closed her eyes and nodded, "Okay, I can do this." She started to stand up but she promptly sat back down. "I can't do this," She groaned.

"Sarah, it's not like Chuck is going to renounce you as his best friend. He might be a little upset, but he'll get over it."

"You really think so?" Sarah asked nervously.

"Of course I do. He loves you, Sarah." Shaw smiled, "Now go before I walk you down there myself."

Next thing Sarah knew, she was standing in front of Chuck's office door. She knocked a couple of times before opening it. Chuck was on the phone with Jill, but when he heard the door open, looked up and saw Sarah, and motioned for her to come in.

"Okay honey…yeah…say I've got someone here to see me… yep, see you soon… love you too…uh-huh…bye." He hung up the phone, looked up and once again smiled at Sarah, who was awkwardly standing between the door and Chuck's desk.

"I'm sorry, Chuck, is this a bad time?" Sarah inquired.

"No, no, it's just fine, come on in." He motioned for her to approach him, "Say, I'm going up to Stanford to visit Jill," he informed her, "Think you can survive for a week without me?"

"I think I'll manage," She deadpanned.

Chuck shot her a concerned glance, "Sarah, is everything alright?"

Sarah looked down at her lap, "There's something that I need to tell you, and I don't know if you're going to like it."

Chuck was now mildly alarmed, "You're not pregnant are you?"

"No," She glared at him like he was crazy.

"Secretly married?" He guessed again.

Sarah was getting annoyed, "Chuck, I wanted to tell you that I…"

Chuck cut her off, "Don't tell me, you're the daughter of some foreign king, and you were engaged to some handsome prince, but you didn't love him, so you ran away."

Sarah smiled sadly, "Actually you're not too far off."

"Really?" He asked in disbelief.

"Really," She confirmed.

"Sarah, whatever it is, just tell me."

"Okay, Chuck, long story short, my father is Jack Burton, the multi-millionaire software tycoon from D.C. I didn't really know him growing up, but he had a trust fund set up for me and stuff like that. I moved in with him when I was seventeen, because I wanted to have a home closer to Harvard, which is where I went to college. I got engaged to Kyle Henning, you know…"

"Yeah, I know who he is," Chuck interrupted, "He's business magnate Don Henning's son." Then his forehead furrowed, "why would you be so afraid of telling me that?"

"Anyway," Sarah continued, "Kyle and I broke off the engagement when we realized that the only reason that we were getting married was to please our fathers. That was when I moved out to LA, met Bryce, started dating him, and lost my trust fund. I haven't spoken to my father since the day that Bryce and I got engaged. I had just called to tell him that I was getting married."

Chuck just stared blankly at her.

"Do you have any questions?" She asked expectantly.

"Chuck sprang back to life, "Yeah, I have three, to be exact; one: you actually had a trust fund? 'Cause—wow! Two: Why do you call yourself Sarah Walker, and Three: why were you so afraid to tell me?"

"You're—not mad?" Sarah faltered disbelievingly.

"No, why would I be mad?"

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, in answer to your questions- Number one; yes, I did have a trust fund, but my dad cut it off when he found out that I was dating Bryce."

"Wow, that sucks," Chuck said softly.

Sarah smiled, "Number two, my full name is Samantha Lisa Walker Burton. Walker was my mother's last name. She never took on the family name. I started using the name Walker when I moved here so that people would have a harder time figuring out who I actually am."

But you changed your first name too," Chuck pointed out.

Sarah nodded, "It was a nickname that my cousin gave me when I was a baby. He was two and he couldn't pronounce my name. It would always come out sounding like 'Sarah,' and the name kinda stuck."

"And the answer to your third question," Sarah began, but Chuck cut her off.

"Is because you thought I'd me mad."

"Yeah," She admitted.

"Well, I'm not," He assured her.

Little did they know, Shaw was listening in. When he heard that last part of the conversation, he cussed, "Dammit!" under his breath and picked up his phone.

"This is Shaw, our plan has failed…No he wasn't angry at all…No sir, I don't know…Yes, I understand.

"Good," The man on the other line said, "I want my daughter away from those Neanderthals. I have a reputation to uphold, and if word got out that my daughter has been working in a yogurt store, was engaged to a loser cop, and has been spending her free time gallivanting around with some good-for-nothing nerd—you get the picture. In light of that, my orders still stand; I do not care what you have to do, just eliminate Chuck Bartowski. Anything short of killing him is acceptable. He's an idiot- It can't be that hard!

Shaw nodded affirmatively, "Yes sir."

Okay it's short, but don't complain. I worked really, really hard to get this posted today. Please review.