A/N: Wanted to get this out before the day passed. January 27th, the day the show went off of the air…but it didn't leave our hearts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Chuck woke up, and looked over at his wife. He started to lean over towards her, when she moved quickly, and looked him right in the eye. "If you ask me one time today if I forgot something…" Chuck gulped and nodded. His wife gave him a smile.

"Got it!" Chuck blurted out, still a bit terrified and a bit turned on, all these years later. "So, do we have big plans today?"

"No," Sarah said, stretching, and grinning as she saw him watching her as she got out of bed. "I have that presentation to sit in on."

"What's the project's name again?" Chuck asked sweetly. She turned toward him slowly, her eyes narrowed. "It's right there on the tip of my tongue." She got up, came around the bed, and bent down. The tips of their noses were touching.

"Say it, I dare you to say it."

"Say what?" Chuck asked, just as innocently as he knew how.

"UNCLE CHUCK! AUNT SARAH! Will you two quit flirting and come on!"

Chuck shook his head. "Are you sure she's really not blood related to you, because she can yell like you," Chuck said to his wife.

"I'm her spirit animal," Sarah told him. "Thanks again for letting Molly stay here while mom is out of town."

"I don't remember getting a vote," Chuck said. "But, she's welcome here any time." She looked down, seeing his finger gently tracing a circle around her leg.

"You are playing with fire, Mr. Walker."

"Every time I touch you, I'm playing with fire, Mrs. Bartowski," he countered.

"WILL YOU TWO COME ON!" Molly bellowed.

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"Where's Sarah?" Molly asked as Chuck picked her and the two kids up after school.

"She's gone to a training," Chuck said, grinning.

"A training?" Molly asked. "New product?"

"No, just some training for anyone who forgot anything, and for new hires," Chuck answered, grinning.

Molly shook her head. "She's gonna murder you, you know that, right?" Molly asked. "She's gonna be real upset afterwards that you're dead, and blame it on you for continually joking with her."

"She won't kill me," Chuck replied. Molly just stared at him. "She won't, really." He drove silently for a few minutes. "I hope," he muttered to himself.

}o{

"Bartowski!" she growled as she slammed the front door shut.

"You're toast," Molly said to Chuck as he took off running. Sarah came into the kitchen, a crazy grin on her face. "He's 'run away' from here." Molly said rolling her eyes and using finger quotes. Sarah stalked out of the room. "Come on you two," she said to the kids. "I think you're spending the night with me at Grandma's house."

Upstairs, Sarah picked the bedroom lock, threw opened the door and paused. "What the hell?" she muttered.

"It's a blanket fort so you can't get me," she heard Chuck say from inside of it. "It's a fort so I'm safe, and you can't-"

He quit speaking because the fort had collapsed on top of him from the shoe Sarah threw at it. "Doesn't look too safe to me," she told him.

"Woman! You need to respect the rules of the blanket fort!" She watched him wrestle with the blankets…she assumed it was him. She couldn't see him since the blankets were tangled around him.

"And what rules are those?" Sarah asked, sitting down on their bed, crossing her legs demurely, checking her nails, and grinning from ear to ear.

"Can you get me out of here?" he pleaded.

"No, because I think it's time you learned your lesson," she began.

"Run around the world and whip everyone in Thailand when some dude has me kidnapped, but here I am, caught, tied up…"

"In a trap of your own making," Sarah said, studying a nail as nonchalantly as she could.

"At your mercy," Chuck added. Sarah rolled her eyes, stood, walked over, and pulled the sheet up, looking down at her husband. "You remembered me!"

She dropped the sheet on his head and walked out of the room.

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"Why does he do it?" Molly asked when Sarah came downstairs a few minutes later.

"He's a nerd and he loves me," Sarah said with a shrug. "Are you three going to Mom's?"

"Yeah, Mom said something about you two going to a Mexican restaurant."

"After I didn't remember everything on the beach, I told Chuck I wanted to go where we went on our first date," Sarah told her. "He asked me which first date." Sarah chuckled. "So we went to the Mexican restaurant where we went when I first got to Burbank. The next night to the noodle place…that had been repaired, and the next night…" she trailed off, grinning.

"What?" Molly asked.

"Apparently our first date as a couple was in Paris, so there's a little French fusion restaurant Chuck took me to," Sarah began. "I didn't remember anything about it. The other places felt…familiar. The whole time I couldn't feel anything about the place, but at the time I didn't know we hadn't gone there."

"So you literally couldn't remember," Molly said catching on. Sarah nodded. "Why would he do that?"

"To prove a point," Sarah told her. "To prove the heart never forgets, and that fact I didn't remember anything there and was only upset about it there, also showed me how much I wanted to know us, to remember us." She was silent for a moment. "I had always physically fought for us over the years. And that night, there was nothing I could do. There was no thread…no clue."

"He's a jerk sometimes," Molly said, grinning.

"A huge jerk," Sarah agreed. "But I love him, and he's my jerk."

"Woman!" Chuck yelled as he came down the steps. Sarah gave him a flat look. "You have disrespected the rules of the blanket fort, do you know what that means?"

She stood up and walked to him, stopping right in front of him. "That later I'll have to build my own fort with you?" She watched him swallow. She winked at him, patted him on the chest, and started upstairs. "I'll get my shoe and when mom shows up we'll go."

"Do you know where we're going?" Chuck teased, turning to watch her.

She turned on the stairs and looked at him. "Yeah," she replied softly. "With you. Where ever the adventure takes us."

"Damn, that's good," he replied. She grinned and went upstairs. Chuck just stood there and watched.

"You two are ridiculous," Molly said, coming over to give him a hug.

"We have a choice, laugh or cry about what we went through," Chuck told her. "And our tear ducts are dry."

Molly chuckled. "Did you know she would react like that when you took her to the French restaurant for her third first date?" Chuck gave her an inquisitive look. "Sarah told me all about it."

"No," Chuck admitted. "I didn't know. I was willing to do anything and everything to try and find the road back." He grinned. "What neither of us knew, is we didn't need the road, all we needed was each other."

"Chuck, where's my shoe!" Sarah yelled from the top of the stairs.

Chuck turned, his eyes wide. "You forgot what a shoe looked like?" Sarah gave him a look, trying not to laugh, and started down the stairs. Chuck took off running.

"Don't kill him!" Molly said, as Sarah ran by.

"Never," Sarah said with a grin, and continued the chase.

A/N: Yep, that's what they're doing, chasing each other…I'll fight anyone that says otherwise. Take care my friends.