This is not an original story. It was written during the middle of season 2. The original story assumed a sequel that never happened. So there will be some brand new content in this rewrite and several new chapters at the end.

If you read the original (and good decision, BTW) you'll notice that some basic things have changed. In fact the number of chapters has changed. I've added new scenes and deleted others. This chapter is a combination of what was two chapters in the original.

I realized that when I changed the rating, fewer people would read the story. It simply doesn't show up in the default list. But I guess I'm surprised by how many fewer. But it can't be helped. There was no way to tell the story I wanted to tell and keep it T. You'll see why soon.

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Seduction School

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"Oh my God," Sarah said to no one in particular as she stared into space. "I'm going to have to kiss him."

"Kiss who?" Chuck asked with a smile.

"Casey," Sarah replied as she indicated with her head towards Casey who was shredding the transcripts from today's briefing.

"Why on earth would you kiss Casey?" Chuck asked in surprise.

"Laura is going to be watching us," Sarah said sadly. "She is going to be looking to see if she can figure out if we really are together. She's going to be expecting me to kiss him."

"So," Chuck said in a confused tone. "Kiss him then."

"You don't get it," Sarah replied with a sigh. "I'm going to have to sell that we're engaged and I'm leaving for a few days. I'm going to have to kiss him with passion."

"What's the matter, Walker?" Casey asked with a smirk. "Afraid you won't be able to stop?"

Chuck was suddenly concerned. This was the woman who had just wandered into another man's hotel room prepared to spend the night. "Why would that bother you, Sarah?" he asked. "I mean, no offense, but you kiss lots of men. What's so different about Casey? Do I have something to worry about?"

"Yeah, Walker," Casey said as his smirk widened. "What gives?"

"Of course not silly," Sarah said with a laugh as she punched Chuck in the arm playfully. "Look, it's just that I've come to look at Casey as sort of a father figure. Kissing him like that just seems … I don't know … wrong somehow. I'm not sure I can sell it."

Chuck couldn't help the relieved smirk, not that he tried in any way. "A father figure," he said in mock confusion. "Are you sure it's not a grandfather figure?"

"Cute," Casey said as his smirk disappeared only to be replaced by a scowl. "How old do you think I am anyway?"

"I'm not sure," Chuck said as he quickly glanced around the room. "Sweetie, have you seen my calculator anyplace?"

"Very funny, smart ass," Casey said as his scowl turned into a full fledged growl. "Come on, Walker. We're both professionals. What's the big deal? We'll kiss, and then you'll go on your merry way. Just wait a few minutes after before you try and drive. We don't want any innocents getting hurt from you driving that powerful car all light-headed."

Chuck was suddenly having fun with a new opportunity to jab Casey, one of his favorite things. "Wait a minute," he said skeptically. "So you're saying that you could have Sarah kiss you with an open mouth and not have it affect you at all? I don't believe it."

"Don't be stupid, Bartowski," Casey said gruffly. "This is the business that we're in. Stuff like this comes with the territory."

"I don't know," Chuck said with a grin. "Sarah is a great kisser. She is also an incredibly beautiful woman."

"Granted," Casey growled in return. "But here's a news flash, Bartowski. There isn't a female CIA agent that isn't an absolute babe. It's a prerequisite for even being accepted into the first day of training. I'm sure that Laura Carter is a knockout as well. An agent is trained to not let that kind of stuff affect us."

Sarah had been silently enjoying the back and forth between them. But she found herself wanting to stick up for her guy. "You're sure you want to challenge me here?" she asked softly with a sly smile as she stood and turned to face Casey. "There haven't been many guys that I couldn't get a reaction from. It's almost insulting my abilities."

"Of course," Casey said dismissively. "Why don't you two grow up? I could…"

Casey was interrupted as Sarah put her arms around his head and pressed her lips to his. Chuck could see Casey's eyes widen in surprise. After a moment, Sarah opened her mouth. It was only a brief moment before Casey followed suit as he quickly closed his eyes in surrender. After about thirty seconds Sarah broke the kiss.

"That's what I thought," Sarah said with a smirk of her own as she watched the blush quickly travel up Casey's neck. "I hope you have better luck with Laura Carter. You're going to end up handcuffed to your bed for sure, Mr. Professional Agent. And, by the way, you were right. She is absolutely gorgeous." Then she turned towards Chuck who was standing there grinning. "I guess I will be able to sell it," she said as she smiled knowingly at Chuck and quickly grabbed his hand and led him to the exit.

Just before they left the room, Chuck called out. "Hey, Casey," he said.

"Um," was all Casey could manage in response as he sat numbly in his chair.

"Father figure? Who's your daddy now?"

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Chuck and Sarah were in her car driving to Ellie's. She had clearly conspired with Sarah to totally control the agenda for tonight. They insisted on starting off their evening by making them dinner. The excuse was that Ellie was going to show Sarah how to cook a pot roast.

Then the co-conspirators had planned to drag Chuck and Devon out dancing. Chuck was torn. Dancing in front of people wasn't his favorite thing. But then again, he was a very good dancer when he was comfortable. Sarah was actually suitably impressed when they danced in the privacy of their hotel room. And dancing was clearly her very favorite thing. So maybe this was an opportunity to impress her. But he had promised Sarah that he would have her back tonight. He would definitely have to watch his drinking. Maybe just a couple to loosen up his dancing shoes.

Chuck looked over at Sarah sitting in the passenger's seat. She looked to be a million miles away. One good thing had come of Sarah's ankle injury. She had actually taught him how to drive the Porsche. Okay, so she had rented another stick shift car to practice on. But once he had proven to her that he could handle it, she had no problems with him driving. Chuck took that as just another example of how she really felt about him. "Sorry to interrupt your daydream," he said with a smile. "But can I ask you a question?"

"You are my daydream," Sarah said as she turned towards Chuck with her sweet smile. "Oh my God, that sounded sickeningly sappy out loud, didn't it? Sorry about that. What's your question?"

"Did you ever let Bryce drive your car?"

"No way," Sarah said as her smile dissolved into a puzzled look. "Bryce knew better than to even ask. The only time he has ever driven this car was the night that we rescued you from Becky Ivan. And I could tell that he was nervous as hell about it then."

"Good," Chuck said softly as he turned his gaze back to the road.

"Hey," Sarah said softly as her face broke into a grin and she grabbed Chuck's hand that was resting on the gear shift handle. "This isn't about the car, is it?"

"I guess not."

"Sweetie," Sarah said as she squeezed Chuck's hand for emphasis. "What's it going to take for you to believe that you're the love of my life? That no other man has ever come close to how I feel about you? Whatever it is, tell me and I'll do it."

Chuck paused for a long moment. "I'm not trying to start a fight," he finally said with a sigh. "I know that we're going out to celebrate tonight, we're both in really good moods, and I don't want to do anything to spoil that. So if this gets too heavy in any way tell me and we'll talk about it some other time, okay?"

"Okay, sweetie," Sarah said with the concern evident in her voice. "Talk to me. What is bothering you?"

"When you kissed Casey," Chuck started slowly. "Did you feel anything?"

"Oh my God," Sarah said with a laugh. "Chuck, please, please don't tell me that you're jealous of Casey."

"I'm not jealous," Chuck quickly insisted. Then he paused for a moment. "I'm just curious. How could you kiss like that and not feel something. It just looked so real."

"Well it wasn't," Sarah said, still laughing. "It was an act. When I was kissing Casey all I was thinking about was how long I would have to let it go to make it believable. I was counting the seconds in my head."

"But how…"

"You wouldn't believe how many hours I've had to practice," Sarah interrupted with a soft smile. "In training they made us practice on a doll. Try passionately kissing a doll sometime while an instructor is screaming at you."

"No thanks," Chuck said. "But what about Seth? I mean, you must have kissed him for real, right? So how did you separate those real feelings from the ones yesterday?"

"Chuck," Sarah said softly as her smile disappeared. "I understand that was different for you. I get that. I have a history with Seth. But I promise that when I kissed him yesterday it was just as fake as Casey today. In fact they were both equally disgusting, just for different reasons. Please, you don't have anything to worry about. I promise."

"I'm sorry," Chuck quickly said as he squeezed Sarah's hand. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I totally trust you. I was just curious."

"Thank you, sweetie," Sarah said as her smile returned. "I get that this is hard for you. You've been great. I'm really proud of you."

Chuck pulled the Porsche into the parking lot.

As they walked hand in hand towards Ellie's apartment, Sarah put her head on Chuck's shoulder. "I bet you're wondering," she said softly.

"About what?" Chuck replied.

"You're wondering how you can tell that it's real when I kiss you," Sarah said. "That's just natural. Admit it."

Chuck stopped at Ellie's door and turned to face Sarah. The slight shrug of his shoulders brought a smile in response.

"You can't tell," Sarah said. "Not by any physical sign anyway. I guess that's just one of those things about being in love with a spy. You just have to feel it." With that she got up on her tiptoes to be able to put her arms around Chuck's neck. "Let me show you what I mean."

It was unlike any kiss they had shared yet. It was certainly hot, but it wasn't really sexual. It was more loving. But it was also incredibly intimate, so in that way it was sort of sexual. Whatever it was, it was purely electric. As their tongues danced, Chuck lost all track of time. The kiss might have lasted for a single minute or thirty. He wasn't quite sure. All he knew for sure was that he never wanted it to end. So he wrapped his arms around Sarah and held her tight as they continued to kiss. She felt so soft in his arms that he closed his eyes to make sure that he could concentrate on how good she felt.

As they continued to kiss, Chuck could hear Sarah softly moan. That's when the realization hit him. She was enjoying this every bit as much as he was. He now knew what she meant. He felt it. Not only that, this very moment… right now, was the very highlight of his life. And nothing else really mattered to him anymore. Not Seth or Bryce. Not the CIA or the intersect. Not Fulcrum or living in an underground bunker. Not even the fact that the life he knew had been turned upside down and would never be the same again.

Chuck could sense through the fog of his mind that Devon had opened the door and was watching them kiss. How long he had been standing there Chuck couldn't guess. Yesterday, he would have died from embarrassment. Today, it just didn't matter. All that mattered was the electricity that was flowing through his lips. Devon could watch all night if he wanted.

All that mattered was that he had the most amazing woman in the whole world in his arms. And she was making him feel, well, he couldn't really say. Any words that came to his mind fell ridiculously short. He didn't have anything in his life to compare it to. He had always known that he was in love with Sarah. He had been for a long time. But suddenly the realization of what that really meant came to him. For the first time, he actually understood what Sarah meant when she asked him to trust her with his soul. And, for the first time, he also realized that she truly trusted him. If they got married tomorrow, or five years from now, they had become one. As their tongues continued their passionate dance, for the first time he knew that his life was no longer his own. For better or for worse it now belonged every bit as much to her. And the best part... She was now his just as much. It was something that he could count on.

Sarah Walker had now given herself to him.

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Sarah had no idea that this kiss would end up being so important. Not to her decision. She was going to marry Chuck. That was never in doubt. Of course, they had kissed scores of times before. And it had always been very nice. More than very nice, hot even. Chuck was definitely a great kisser. But all those previous times put together couldn't hold a candle to the electricity Sarah was feeling now. She surely didn't plan it this way. She was simply trying to reassure Chuck before spending the evening with Devon and Ellie. Lately Chuck had seemed… well how would you describe it… off. It was like he was just waiting for something else bad to happen. And who could really blame him? Lots of bad things had happened lately. And more were yet on the way. She couldn't blame him at all if he didn't want to have anything to do with her. If he was smart he would run as fast as he could.

She had just told Chuck that she was proud of him. Even that sounded silly. She was much more than proud of him. There was the one thing that she knew. She didn't deserve him. She was damaged. She had done too many horrible things. And he had to find out she was married by flashing on the guy. He had to stand by and watch her convince him that she was going to allow him to fuck her into submission. Who could be expected to tolerate that? But he did. And at some level he was clearly still worried that she didn't really love him. Silly boy, if he only knew. If he really knew the intensity of how she felt, it would scare him. It sure as hell scared her.

And yet here he was, kissing her like she was the only other person in the world. She just felt so right in his arms. As an agent, she was taught to always be aware of her surroundings. But that was totally out the window now. The only thing she was aware of was how safe she felt, how his arms wrapped so tightly around her kept the rest of the world far away. She had never felt like this in her life. Nothing else even came close. If Chuck hadn't been holding her, she doubted that her legs would support her weight. She had totally surrendered to him. She never wanted it to end.

Sarah was vaguely aware that the door had opened. Although she didn't open her eyes, she was sure that Devon and Ellie were watching them. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass him. But judging from the way his tongue was still dancing, being embarrassed didn't seem to be the emotion that was registering.

It was irony in its purest form. She had kissed him to reassure him. But it was her that ended up being reassured. She had known for months that she was in love with Chuck. Love was even a poor word. She had a hard time describing, even to herself, how she felt using words. That had always frustrated her. But now, maybe for the first time, she understood in her heart what it really was, how total her surrender was. She was his now… and she would be for the rest of her life.

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Devon had thought that he heard someone at the door. He and Ellie were expecting Chuck and Sarah so there was no surprise when he opened the door and saw them. He wasn't even that surprised when they were kissing. They were recently engaged after all. The surprise was how long they were going. And, goodness, how hot it was. Could it be possible that they were so into it that they didn't realize he was standing there? He was sure that they would break up as soon as they realized he was there. Chuck was bashful after all. But they didn't break up. If anything, it got hotter. Finally Devon felt awkward so he just left the door open for them and walked back into the house.

"Babe," Ellie called from the kitchen. "Are they here?"

When Ellie looked up Devon was franticly motioning towards the door. As she walked out of the kitchen to see what was going on, she caught sight of Chuck and Sarah kissing. "Oh my God," Ellie said with something of an embarrassed grin. "That is the hottest thing I've ever seen. How long have they been going at it?"

"I don't know," Devon responded with a silly smile of his own.

They both knew that they should turn away. They were watching a private moment, an intimate one. They just couldn't make themselves. It was like watching a train wreck. So Ellie leaned into Devon. He put his arm around her, they stood and watched in awe.

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Finally the kiss broke. Chuck pulled back a little to be able to see Sarah's reaction. It was a long moment before she opened her eyes. When she did she was looking directly into the most amazing smile she had ever seen. She wouldn't have been able to keep the silly grin off her face even if she wanted to.

"Wow," Chuck whispered.

"Wow," Sarah agreed.

Sarah wanted to tell Chuck how much she loved him. But she was having trouble coming up with the right words to express her feelings. Everything that she thought of seemed far too lame to describe how she really felt. After a short moment, Chuck took the lead.

"I know," he whispered as if he could read her mind. "Me too. I'm sorry if I've had doubts. I promise that I never will again."

Sarah's slight nod as she reluctantly took a step back was more than enough to tell him that she got what he was saying. But it was the smile, the pure joy of seeing that Sarah Walker smile, the one that simply lit up the room, which had him floating on a cloud.

Suddenly Ellie was all over them. She had been standing there, waiting impatiently for them to separate. And when they finally did she pounced. Ellie had Sarah in a bear hug, had one arm around Chuck's neck, and was dragging them into the living room. All at the same time, it seemed. "Come and sit down," she said excitedly as she steered them towards the couch and pushed Chuck onto it. "Sarah, we're about ready to start dinner."

"I'm really looking forward to this," Sarah said as she followed Ellie into the kitchen. "Thank you for doing this for me."

As soon as they were alone in the kitchen, Ellie grabbed Sarah hands. "Oh – my – God," she said with a giggle. "That was the hottest kiss I've ever seen. Do you guys kiss like that all the time?"

"We've had our moments," Sarah whispered back. "But, oh my God, never like that. I can't explain it. We just connected somehow. I've never felt that way before in my life. Not even close. If you weren't holding me down, I'd run back out there and jump on him right now."

Ellie paused for a long moment. "I am so jealous," she finally admitted with no sign of teasing in her voice. "Don't get me wrong, Devon is okay in the passion department. But I've never been kissed like that before in my life. You've been trained in this seduction stuff. Sweetie, you have to show me how to make him lose control. I need to know how to make that happen."

Sarah was torn. Seduction wasn't a game to her. It was tricky, much more complicated than people thought, dangerous even, much too powerful a weapon for amateurs. On the other hand, this was something that she could do for Ellie. And she already owed her more than she could possibly repay. Probably the least she could do was to show her sister how to make Devon her lovesick sex slave. What was the harm in that? "Ellie," she warned. "This is sorta like learning how to catch knives with your teeth. There is simply no safe way to do it halfway. If you want to get Devon out of his comfort zone, then you're going to need to get outside of yours. You're going to have to play a role. And that role is not going to be prim, proper, and always in control Dr. Eleanor Bartowski. Are you sure this is what you really want?"

Ellie didn't pause for an instant. "I'm very sure," she said. "This is something I've been thinking about for a while. Even before I knew about you. I'm looking forward to it. I even need it. Please, Sarah. Please help me."

"I have one condition," Sarah said. "Chuck can't find out about any of this. He's very sensitive to the things I've done as a spy. It's hard to blame him for that. The very last thing he needs is the thought in his head that I'm playing a role with him. Let's understand something. I never have done that to him and I never will."

"Of course," Ellie said. "Like I'm going to talk to my brother about my sex life. He probably still thinks that I'm a virgin."

"Um," Sarah finally said. "I'm pretty sure that he doesn't think you're a virgin. Okay, Ellie. How far off the deep end do you want to go?"

"I want him on fire," Ellie said. "Unable to form a complete sentence."

Sarah thought back to yesterday with Seth. He was a pig. But he also wasn't all that atypical. It's just that he was bold enough to actually ask for what most men would keep to themselves. "Here's what men almost always want," Sarah said. "To be in total control. To know that you'll do any outrageous thing they can think of, with absolutely nothing off the table. Are you willing to do that?"

"Of course," Ellie said. "But I know Devon. He'll never treat me like that. He's far too sweet."

"It has to be a game to him," Sarah replied. "He has to believe that you want it more than he does, that he's doing you a favor, to know that there will be no consequences for whatever he comes up with. We'll type up a contract. But, Ellie, when you use terms like 'absolutely nothing off the table' and 'no consequences' you'd better be willing to live with that. What if he wants to invite another woman to join you? What if he wants to watch you with another man? Those things are not at all uncommon."

"Come on," Ellie scoffed. "This is Devon. Do you really think those things are a possibility?"

"No, I don't. Not really," Sarah quickly admitted. "But this is a dangerous game you're playing. It only works if Devon truly believes he has a free night to live out his wildest fantasy with no future consequences. If you don't mean that, then forget the whole thing. It could affect your relationship. It wouldn't be fair to entrap him into revealing the secret thing that he would never normally try to make happen and then hold that against him in some way."

Ellie went to the counter and opened her laptop. "I understand," she said. "Let's write the contract. What else do we need to do?"

"After dinner, we'll send the guys on a quick errand," Sarah said. "We'll work on your clothes."

"My clothes?" Ellie asked. "What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"Nothing," Sarah said with a grin. "If you were going to a tea with some of your doctor friends at the country club, that dress is perfect. It's very cute, shows off you legs. If you want to wildly fuck Devon tonight, sell to him and every other man in that club that you're his plaything for the entire evening, and get him so hot that you might have to ice him down later, well, you're not showing nearly enough skin."

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Chuck and Devon were on their way to the store.

"It's funny," Devon said. "How could we possibly be out of tequila? I just bought some."

"Well," Chuck said thoughtfully. "Ellie loves her margaritas. Maybe she loves them a bit too much."

"Maybe," Devon said as they shared a laugh. The idea of conservative Dr. Eleanor Bartowski with a drinking problem was particularly silly for both of them. "Maybe there are some other things that she needs."

But when he pulled the list out of his breast pocket where Ellie had tucked it, his eyes quickly widened.

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

You've probably already figured out that this is not a list of things to pick up at the store. We only need tequila because I poured the bottle you bought the other day down the drain. It was an excuse to get you out of the house while Sarah helps me pick out a new outfit for tonight.

I propose that we play a game tonight. I use 'game' with a pretty huge grain of salt. This is certainly not for kids. Consider it a gift of love from me to you. Don't get me wrong. I'm going to have a good time – but this is your night.

First off, this is a totally voluntary game. If you choose not to play, for whatever reason, that's your decision which I'll respect. I'll not lie. That would disappoint me, a lot. I'm really looking forward to it - so much so that I'm shaking trying to type this. But please don't let that influence your decision.

Here are the rules of the game.

My name is Elise. I'm an undercover agent. My assignment is to get close to Darrin, an international banker with suspected ties to terrorists and infiltrate his organization. My orders are to use any means necessary. Sarah tells me that standard procedure on this type of assignment is for the agent to seduce the mark, fuck him in different various assorted ways over a few days to find out what his likes are, and then keep him happy and distracted. They have been out already a couple of times. Tonight is the night where she is to begin that discovery process.

Of course, you're Darrin. But here's the twist. You've been tipped off that Elise is an agent. You know that she will be willing to do anything you want to complete her assignment and pretend to enjoy it. So you've decided to play with her, to push her, to use her to fulfill your wildest fantasies, knowing full well that she has no way to refuse anything that you'd demand no matter how wild, and that after tonight, you'll never see her again.

There is absolutely nothing off the table. Elise's job is to find out Darrin's sexual tastes and deliver them, no matter how unusual, wild, or even downright kinky they seem. She is very dedicated to her cause. She has a lot of experience in these things. So nothing would surprise her. She wouldn't refuse to do anything… literally anything that he asks.

Here is the serious part. This is a game. It only works if we both agree that whatever happens between Elise and Darrin never impacts Ellie and Devon. No matter what happens tonight, we're going to spend the rest of our lives together.

Neither of us is allowed to ever hold anything that happens tonight against the other in any way.

I'm so serious about that, that you'll notice I've signed this. I consider it a contract between us. If we do this, you need to also sign it. I'm 100% sure that I'm going to be able to comply. If you're not also 100% sure, it's probably best if we don't play.

If you want to play (and good choice, by the way), sign this and hand it to me at some point tonight. That will begin the game. Elise will immediately surrender her panties as a symbol of her acceptance of Darrin's total control. Immediately means you might want to consider where we are at the time, unless you want Elise to put on a public display of removing her panties, which might perfectly well be something that Darrin would demand. From the instant you have my panties, we are Elise and Darrin for the next twelve hours. If you don't want to play, just tell me and we'll have a good time tonight dancing, get sloppy drunk, and I'll figure out some other way to get you a present.

Eleanor Bartowski

P.S. Please get into the role. Yes, I fully understand that Devon is a warm, caring, respectful man who loves me, is protective of me, and would never consider treating me as a sex object. Ellie is a conservative doctor who truly loves you, honestly is far more grateful to have you than she ever expresses, and is actually pretty self-conscious about showing her body.

Not tonight.

Darrin is a pig who only thinks about his own selfish gratification. Elise is a flirty slut who would fuck anything on two legs. She enjoys teasing men. There are few sexual acts, situations, parings, or scenarios one could imagine that she hasn't already done at least once. Darrin cares nothing for Elise, is looking forward to using her as his toy, and is totally in charge tonight – in public and in private. Don't do anything you don't want to, after all tonight is all about you, but also don't hold anything back. We're going to drive to a club that's far enough away that we don't have to worry about seeing someone that we know. We have reservations at the hotel next door to the club. Remember, no consequences.

P.P.S. Sarah knows all about the game. She tells me that Elise's assignment tonight is very believable. In fact most of the specifics are her idea. If you have any questions during the night, or need help with any logistics, Sarah will be able to help. It's probably best if Chuck not know. Don't worry. Sarah has assured me that she will keep him suitably distracted tonight. I believe her.

Chuck looked over to where Devon was sitting silently. Truth be told, he was pretty giddy about Sarah suggesting that they take the Porsche to the store. It was the first time he had driven her car without her. Silly maybe, but still a sign of how she really felt. "Something wrong?" he asked.

Devon didn't answer for a long moment. Finally he shook himself out of his daze and started breathing again. "Nothing's wrong," he said. Then he realized that his voice sounded like a six year old little girl. "Nothing's wrong," he tried again after taking a deep breath.

"Ellie just gave me the wrong list."

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A/N: What could possibly go wrong with Ellie's game, lol?