A/N: Everyone check their sugar levels? We good? Okay, time for "new" story. (I had a reason for how and why I expanded that first chapter) Did anyone catch the famous doctor who wrote our self-help book? I know you did PeterOinNYC, anyone else? How about some fluff?

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

"It's okay, baby girl," Sarah cooed into Molly's ear. Sarah was getting irritated, by a lot of things. It started yesterday when she got home and realized she never got Chuck's phone number. She was a former spy, though, and she figured that was the least of her problems.

Emma had asked Sarah to take Molly to the doctor this morning. She said it was because she was worried about the adoption papers. Sarah had found one of her dad's old friends, and had him make the papers, forging whatever was necessary. Emma insisted both women be put on the papers as co-guardians, which was another source of irritation. Emma really wanted Sarah to raise Molly. Sarah, on the other hand, knew she had no business raising Molly.

All of that could be dealt with. It was what couldn't be dealt with that was really irritating Sarah right now… the doctor. After listening to Molly's heart, she smiled and said there was a colleague she wanted to have listen, just to make sure of something, and she would be right back. That was ten minutes ago. Sarah wanted to flee… if this were an operation, she already would have. But this was real life, and she wasn't happy about it. She huffed a breath, blowing back some of her hair, and Molly laughed. The door opened and a tall, good-looking man wearing a lab coat walked in.

"Hi, beautiful," the man said, making Sarah tense up. "Who's you're mommy here?" Sarah chuckled, the tension eased.

"I'm actually her adoptive parent, one of them," Sarah replied. "My mom and I both are her… parents, I guess?"

"Wow, two mommies." He paused. "This is why my girlfriend tells me that I need to watch what I say."

Sarah laughed. "No, we were both afraid of being a parent."

"Who wouldn't be," he agreed, grabbing a stool and sitting down, lowering his height to Molly's. "So, I am Devon Woodcomb, a cardiologist." Sarah paled. "Now see, why does everyone do that?"

"Her heart may be messed up… why wouldn't I be worried?" Sarah retorted.

"Look at her," Devon said. Molly was squirming all over Sarah. She was bright, alert, and was watching Devon with her big eyes. "When someone is having heart trouble, they are lethargic. That does not look like a lethargic child to me."

"I think it's safe to say she has plenty of energy," Sarah admitted, a grin on her face.

"Now, there are a lot of tests, but there's one that is really simple. May I?" Sarah nodded. Devon reached his hands out, and then quickly, but gently, tickled her ribs. Molly shrieked in delight. "Yeah, she's good. I'm still gonna have to do some tests, but I think she's good." There was a knock on the door. "Excuse me," he said to the two. "Come in," he said turning.

"Sorry to bother you, Doctor Wood… Sarah?" Ellie said, seeing her. "Uh… I didn't know you had a daughter."

"She only sort of does, babe," Devon replied. "How do you two know each other?" A grin came to Ellie's face, and Sarah began to snort.

"Do you remember I told you about someone hitting Chuck with a car yesterday?" Ellie asked. Devon turned to Sarah.

"Was this one in the car?" he asked, looking at Sarah, and tickling the little girl in the belly, making her shriek even more.

"No," Sarah said, having to hold on to the squirming child while laughing. "She was with my mom, we share custody. She's adopted," Sarah said, by way of explanation.

"Awesome," Devon replied. "I may need you to hit him again. He came home in a much more chipper mood than normal. Or was that a brain injury, babe?"

"Nope, no injury as far as I can tell," Ellie retorted, a hint of annoyance at Devon apparent in her voice.

"Admit it, babe, her hitting him with a car has done him more good than that book Morgan is working on with him… although, in the little bearded man's defense, Morgan pulled Chuck out of 'the funk,'" Devon said, with finger-quotes.

"Uh, Devon, sweetie, I don't think Sarah, who is going out with Chuck on Friday, wants to hear this," Ellie said, knowing this was a losing battle.

Devon gave Sarah a smile. "Oh, come on, she has to know how much she brightened his day. I've not seen him that happy since… what is it you called her?"

"Devil-spawn-whore-of-Babylon?" Ellie offered. Sarah's eyes widened.

"Right?" Devon asked. "I mean she did sleep with his best friend."

"DEVON!" Ellie hissed.

Devon turned to Ellie. "What? I'm just telling her how much it meant to Chuck for her to hit him with her car." Both Ellie and Sarah laughed.

Ellie shook her head. "Are we still on for lunch?" Ellie asked Devon.

"Soon as I run a few tests on this lethargic child that probably has a little hole in her heart," Devon replied, tickling her again, starting a new round of shrieks.

"Fine," she said to him. She turned to Sarah. "You're coming with us," she said to Sarah. Heading off any objections, she continued "No, you're not getting out of this. I need to fix whatever he has done, and it's his treat."

Devon leaned down to Molly who was grinning at him. "Did you hear that, hot stuff," he said to Molly. "I get to take you out, and you're sort-of mom. Watch my girlfriend, though, she gets jealous."

"I'll see you later, you goob," Ellie said, walking off.

}o{

A little later found the four of them sitting in a corner cafe. After ordering, Devon turned to Sarah. "Okay, glad you waited until we were here for me to explain, because, well, I gotta eat." He grimaced a little and smiled at Sarah. "There is a hole in her heart, and while that sounds terrible, it really isn't." Devon narrowed his eyes at Molly, and slowly moved toward her and the little girl screeched.

Devon laughed and turned toward Sarah. "So, our worry is she wouldn't be getting enough oxygen to her brain because of loss of blood flow. When you see that happening, you have a child who's lethargic," Devon snaked his hand over to Molly, and she slapped it, laughing. "Not very vocal."

"You've made your point on that one," Sarah cut in.

"And just kind of there," Devon said with a shrug. "Lots of kids have them. They're no big deal. I'll watch her, we'll run some tests every year or two, and we'll monitor. Trust me, I won't let anything happen to this one's heart."

Sarah smiled at him, and then to Ellie. "He's really good," Ellie said, with a shrug. "And hot, and my boyfriend, but I'm biased."

"I accept your bias-ment," Devon said. "I find it awesome."

"Now, about my idiot brother," Ellie began.

"I don't find him an idiot," Sarah blurted out.

"Ho, ho, ho," Devon chortled. "Chuckster's vibes hitting you, right?"

Ellie slapped his shoulder. "Will you stop that," she hissed.

"Can I ask something?" Sarah asked, a grin on her face.

"We're very serious," Ellie said, knowing where she was going. "He means well, and I love him, but…" she gave him a look. "He's it."

"You're it," Devon replied. He turned to Sarah. "I've just got to find the right way to ask."

"The way she's talking, I think she's ready," Sarah said, not knowing what was possessing her to get involved with these people's personal lives.

"Oh, I meant Chuckster. I need to ask his permission." Ellie snorted. "Although, maybe I should just hit him with a car and then ask him after." The entire table was laughing.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" Ellie asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"No, just hanging out with this one," Sarah said, tickling Molly. She squealed again.

"Oh, am I getting another date with the little babe?" Devon asked. He grinned and turned to Ellie. "Get it, little babe, she's a baby?"

"Jesus, Devon, yes," Ellie replied. She shook her head and turned to Sarah. "Please come over for dinner tonight. I have to put up with him, and he who runs into cars."

Sarah sat there, biting her lip, thinking about it. Again, the words that came out of her mouth shocked her. "Only if you tell me who Devon was talking about, earlier."

"I'll make Chuck do it," Ellie countered.

"Great. Now… where do you live, and what's Chuck's phone number, because he never gave me his information."

"I don't think he understands the concept of hard-to-get," Devon muttered, grinning.

}o{

Sarah left the cafe smiling. She had never had much of a family growing up, and watching Ellie and her boyfriend… she found herself wondering. Could she ever find someone who knew all about her, and still looked at her the way Devon looked at Ellie, even while flirting with Molly?

Today had been good for her and Molly. Sarah knew she'd do anything to protect her, including giving her up. There was a trust between the two of them that she couldn't question. Probably had something to do with Sarah holding Molly while fighting through all of those that were trying to kill them, if she were honest.

She put Molly in her car seat and climbed in the front seat of her Mom's SUV. God, she was soccer-mom-ing it all ready. As the little girl giggled at Sarah, she realized something – she didn't miss the spy life. She was uncomfortable living a normal life, and if she were honest, she probably hadn't lived a normal life 80% of her time on earth. She found herself thinking about Chuck, and how she hadn't gotten his information. She now had it, and it reminded her of the way she had done things in the past… going around people…

"I need to go talk to him, don't I?" Sarah asked Molly, who cooed happily. "You've already got Devon, you want my guy too?" she asked with a smile. Molly laughed and clapped her hands. "Hussy," Sarah said, grinning, heading for a new destination.

}o{

Chuck knew he shouldn't have his head buried on top of his arms at the Nerd Herd desk, but Jeff had just gone to great lengths to insist he was captured by aliens every night when he went to sleep. Chuck asked him if he still slept in his van, and when Jeff acknowledged that he did, Chuck asked him why he didn't lock his van doors. Jeff said they could teleport him out, and gave Chuck a look like he was crazy.

He felt someone walk up to the desk, but he didn't care. There was some whispering, and then the bell went off beside him. There was more whispering, and it happened again. Chuck shot his hand over to place over top of the offending device.

"Morgan," he began. "Your… your hands have gotten a lot smaller, and a lot less hairy," he said, pulling his head up quickly. Standing there was Sarah, smiling at him. On her hip was a grinning little girl, laughing, and Chuck realized his hand was on top of hers. "Hey good looking," Chuck said. "Nice to see you too, Sarah."

"That's it," Sarah said to Molly, who was still watching Chuck. "I'm not taking you anywhere, because you steal all the men."

"Who is she stealing men from?" Chuck asked, a grin on his face.

"Your sister," Sarah replied. Chuck's eyes widened. "This one had a check-up this morning, and it turns out she has a small heart issue. We met a certain Doctor Woodcomb, who flirted shamelessly with her."

"Is she okay?" Chuck said, looking at Molly with concern. Sarah felt something in her stomach… and it wasn't hunger; at least hunger for food. "I mean, if there is, he's the best, and it's not just because he's dating my sister, or he's Captain Awesome-"

"Wait, you call him Captain Awesome?" Sarah was snorting at that. A smile came to Chuck's face.

"Have you seen him? Everything he does is awesome, including brushing his teeth." Sarah grinned at him. "So if he's your sister's heart doctor… what is her name?"

"It's Molly," Sarah replied. "And it's more complicated than she's my sister…" she trailed off and then realized how that sounded. "She's not mine biologically, or my mom's, or any family member. She's just adopted by both of us."

"Wow, you're helping raise her?" Chuck asked, admiration in his voice. "You are so much cooler and mature than I am."

Sarah snorted. "Let's just say I bet if you knew everything about me, you wouldn't think that." She steadied herself. "Now, I am here for a reason." Chuck looked worried. "You sister and her boyfriend have invited me over tonight, and they gave me your address, since you failed to do so earlier."

"I knew I had a brain injury," he muttered.

"Hey, don't," Sarah said softly, putting her hand on his instinctively, feeling electricity shoot through her. It caught her off guard.

"I just… sometimes…" Chuck sighed. "I just do stuff, you know, and I cover it up by…"

"You don't have to cover you up," Sarah said. She was quiet for a second. "That could be taken in so many ways." A grin came to his face, and she smirked at him. "The reason I brought it up is… I know we've only known each other a little while, less than 24 hours-"

"It's been a good 24 hours," Chuck said, and then closed his eyes with a pained look.

"See, that…" she said, gripping his wrist and shaking it a little to get him to look at her. "That. That honesty. I've… I've never had that in my life."

"You want honesty? Because sometimes honesty is absolutely ugly… you know that, right?" Sarah barely nodded her head. "Okay. You drive too fast in the parking lot."

She grinned at him. "Maybe I was trying to slow you down to get a date."

"AH HA! So you were trying to pick me up."

"Off the ground after I hit you, yeah…." They were grinning at each other. "So, is it okay if I come tonight, and is it okay that I got your address from Ellie and Devon?"

"Yes," Chuck replied. He wrote something down on a piece of paper and shoved it to her. She reached in her purse and handed him her phone.

"Will you just put your number in the phone?" She glanced over at Molly. "But I can't promise you she won't call you."

Chuck typed in the number. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he retorted. He finished and handed it back, but she shook her head.

"Text yourself so you have mine, in case, you know… you wanna talk, or…" She looked a little helpless and Chuck lowered the phone and looked at her.

"Someone messed you up."

"A lot of someones," Sarah replied. "Not guys I was dating… but-"

"Hey," he said softly, handing her back the phone. "It's okay. I don't have to have your life story. Unless you want to tell it, and I'll gladly listen, but talking is good. Really good."

"I don't talk much," Sarah said. Chuck couldn't help the eyebrow raise, and she groaned. "Good God," she muttered, laughing and shaking her head. "I'm more of an internal thinker."

"I, on the other hand, have diarrhea of the mouth," Chuck said, with a shrug.

"Now that's a pleasant picture," she replied, laughing. "I need to get her home. See you tonight?"

"Yep, I'll be watching out, so you don't hit me with your car."

She twisted her lips. "Challenge accepted. Bye, Chuck."

"Bye," he said. Molly twisted to watch him as Sarah walked away, Chuck waving at her. Sarah glanced back and then left.

"See, collision," Morgan said from behind him.

"Yeah, yeah," Chuck muttered. But maybe he was right.

}o{

Sarah slammed down the phone. "Honey, don't go down there and kill him," Emma warned her.

"I can hide the body, and no one will ever know," Sarah said, one part serious, another part not quite so much.

"Sarah, you can't kill the super, that's not how the real world works." Emma stood her ground with her daughter.

"Why not?!" Sarah whined, and nearly stomped her foot. "For all the 'greater good' I've done for the country, can't I just have the lights not go out, randomly?"

"You better get going," Emma said.

"Nope, you're coming with me. And if this isn't fixed, we're getting a motel, and I'll…" She saw the look on her mom's face. "I'll either fix it, or find someone who can."

"Now that's a good idea."

"Not as good as killing the super who called me 'sweetheart'."

"He really didn't know who he was talking to," Emma said, grinning at her, and sweeping up the diaper bag and Molly all at once.

"He has no idea how lucky he is," Sarah insisted as she walked out the door behind her mom and sister/daughter.

}o{

Sarah had texted Ellie before they left about bringing her mom, and Ellie's response was 'the more the merrier'. As she pulled up to Echo Park, she saw a tall, curly headed man get out of what looked like a Tylenol capsule on wheels. A wicked grin covered her face. He was walking across the street, and she sped up a little and hit her brakes in front of him. Startled, he hit the ground. He looked up, and a grin crossed his face.

"Do you drive around Burbank looking for innocent men to hit with your car?" Chuck asked, getting himself up. Sarah parked the car, opened the door, and walked over to him, stopping in front of him.

"Only when I don't have a date on Saturday night," she replied, a grin on her face.

"Wow, really," Emma muttered. They both turned toward her.

"I didn't know you were bringing BOTH of your sisters," Chuck said.

Emma turned to him. "Flattery will get you everywhere, buster," she said. Chuck started toward her, but she waved him away. "I'll take Molly to see the good doctors while you two stand here and say cheesy things to each other."

"I don't know that they're cheesy," Chuck muttered.

"You know yours are," Sarah said. Chuck turned to her, grinning. "Sorry about scaring you, I couldn't help myself. But you did challenge me, earlier."

"It's okay," Chuck replied. "Are you really that desperate that you're trying to ask me out on Saturday? Friday could be a complete disaster."

"I thought you were trying to have a brighter outlook on life?" Sarah asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Who told you that?" he asked, and then he hurried on because it didn't matter. "I do have a better outlook. The old me would have said Friday will be a complete disaster."

"Someone did a number on you," she said, shaking her head.

"My ex-girlfriend and my ex-best friend," Chuck said with a shrug. "Jill Roberts and Bryce Larkin, may they get sexually transmitted diseases from each other." Sarah grinned, but she felt her spy mask slide into place. Bryce Larkin? It couldn't be. Right? Right?

A/N: Psst. It's fine.

Ed. Note: He's right. I checked the chains and gag on EDC, and they are secure.