A/N: ….Why is Sarah vs Finding Her Nerd back in my folder of fics I'm working on.
CQ: You know…
Me: For the love of…
Fic takes place between chapter 7 and 8 in this universe's timeline.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
"Chuck, can I borrow you for a second?" He smiled, hearing her melodic voice carry down the hallway. Chuck got up from the table where the two of them had been having breakfast. They had decided it was finally going to happen. They were going to have kids. The two of them had decided there was no rush, when it happened, it happened, except… it hadn't been happening. They had both been to see a doctor, to make sure everything was functioning in the manner it was designed.
For two days, Sarah had been a nervous wreck. She was terrified that her former life had damaged her. Had all the fights she been in taken their toll on her body? Was she even capable of conceiving? For all she knew, the CIA had known the damage done to her, and had never shared that her.
Chuck had held her and told her if it was only ever the two of them, he was good with that. He reminded her that there were kids that needed a home, and that they could adopt, or be foster parents. He told her he loved her, no matter what those tests said, and he was there.
The test had come back clean. They were both healthy and vibrant. There was no medical reason Sarah had not yet conceived. The doctor told them to have patience, that sometimes it takes a while, and to have fun with it. Chuck thought they were having fun, but Sarah… she decided to turn it up to eleven.
"What's up… babe?" Chuck asked, walking into the bedroom. Sarah was standing there, her back to him, wearing absolutely nothing. She turned, and Chuck saw he was wrong; she was wearing her glasses.
"Chuck… do these glasses make me look fat?" Sarah asked, a grin on her face. "Make sure and take a good look."
Chuck gulped and gave himself a shake, reminding himself how insanely lucky he was. They had been together for some time, but she never failed to take his breath away. "I'm a lookin'," he breathed. She began to stroll towards him, and he had to remind himself to breathe. "You know, maybe… maybe I need to see you in different…" he trailed off, losing the ability to speak.
"Are you suggesting… positions, Chuck?" Sarah asked. Chuck nodded. A look of shock covered her face. "Charles Irving Bartowski," she said quietly, and he thought he might pass out. "Are you suggesting… sexual positions?" His mouth was absolutely dry, but he managed to nod. She faux gasped, and put her hand to her chest. She was silent for a second. "And if we do that, you believe you can give me an honest answer?" Chuck nodded quickly. "Well, then if we are going to do this, I need you to take your time, and try it from multiple positions to make sure you have an answer for me."
"Anything else I need to do?" Chuck asked.
She was silent for a moment, a coy grin growing on her face. "Well, if during this exploration, I should happen to become… impregnated," and Chuck lost the ability to breathe, "that would be okay."
"I'll do my best, ma'am," Chuck blurted out.
"Oh, I know you will," she said softly, and then she captured his lips with hers.
}o{
Sometime later, Sarah was sitting at the table humming contently, drinking her morning… now afternoon, juice. The doorbell rang, pulling her from her happy thoughts. Chuck came down the hall, drying his hair with a towel. She gave him a satisfied smirk, as she plucked a berry from her plate and popped it in her mouth.
Chuck raised an eyebrow. "You expecting anyone?"
"Do you think we'd have done all of that if I was?" she replied.
"With you, I'm never sure," Chuck admitted, making her laugh. Chuck opened the door, and the smile fell from his face. "Carina, we know how to make a kid. We've been to the doctors, we've got this." Sarah was beside him in a second.
Carina looked from one to the other. "I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm here because I need your help. But maybe… maybe, you need mine." Sarah's head fell against Chuck's shoulder as she groaned.
}o{
"So, do you remember when you two were in the Suburbs?" Carina began. Chuck buried his head in his hands. "What happened, Blondie forget again?"
"No, I didn't forget," Sarah retorted, miffed. "We were both crazy about each other, and we were fake spy married, and maybe… maybe I ran a small test run to see how I liked it."
"Hated it, didn't you?" Carina said, smirking.
"No, I loved it. And it hurt me even more to know I couldn't have that… at least, then I thought I couldn't." Sarah was silent for a second. "I never wanted anything more," she admitted, her voice low. Carina started to speak, when suddenly Chuck had Sarah in his arms, holding her.
"She's okay, Chuckles," Carina said.
"No, she is not," Chuck replied. "Carina, you don't understand how much that whole mission hurt us… hurt both of us… hell, I didn't even know how much it hurt her."
"It's not your fault," Sarah told Chuck.
"Oh, this is going to work perfectly," Carina said softly, watching the two.
}o{
"So, you need us to what… be ourselves?" Chuck asked. "Carina, we have a business to… run… what is this?" Carina had handed Chuck a check while he was talking. He looked down at it, and then back at her.
"I have been authorized to find a legitimate cover couple," Carina explained. "Compensated, of course, and here's the kicker: I don't need you two to do anything, because I'm going to be your crazy sister visiting you."
"Who's sister are you?" Chuck asked.
"Mine," Sarah answered dryly. "Where am I from?"
"Georgia," Carina replied with a southern drawl.
"This is payback, isn't it?" Sarah asked. "This is payback for that time in Geneva, isn't it?"
"What happened in Geneva?" Chuck asked, curious.
"You don't have clearance for that," Carina replied, locking eyes with Sarah.
"I had the Intersect in my head, I had all the secrets in the world!" Chuck protested.
"And yet you still don't have clearance," Carina told him, never breaking eye contact with Sarah. "Well, Blondie? Are you two in?"
"Well, slap my head and call me silly, I've always wanted to live in the suburbs," Sarah replied, never breaking eye contact with Carina.
"Why do I feel like whatever happened never made it into the official report?" Chuck muttered to himself.
}o{
"Charles Bartowki, some days, you really just cream my corn," Sarah said in her drawl as she adjusted a picture on the wall.
Chuck turned slowly, his eyes wide. "Dear God, that sounded extremely dirty," Chuck told his wife. The house looked amazing. There was a cleaning service (DEA) so they didn't have to do any housework, or laundry. They both enjoyed cooking, especially together, and the dishes were being done by the cleaning service. They were being paid to basically live in the house, with nothing to do.
There was a hot tub, and a pool. There was a luxurious bed in the master suite, and it was far away from Carina's bedroom. Carina was gone most of the day, doing some type of spy work. "Casey would not approve of us using taxpayer money this way," Chuck told Sarah.
"It would make him pitch a hissy fit with a tail on it," Sarah drawled.
"What in the hell does that even mean?" Chuck asked. "And why do I like it so much?"
"Darlin', you know you like everything I do," Sarah told him. "Now, what are we gonna do to entertain ourselves for the next little bit?"
"Do you have any ideas?" Chuck asked, watching her grin grow.
She started to answer, when her phone rang. "Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit," she said, turning to answer her phone. "Hello," she said, keeping up the southern drawl. "Oh! Hey, sis! What? You won't get in until tomorrow?" She looked over at her husband. "Well, I guess we can find something to do tonight. Maybe I can finally teach him how to cream the corn."
"I swear to Jesus, that just sounds dirty," Chuck muttered.
"Okay, we'll see you then. Make sure and give us a call so that we're decent," Sarah said into the phone. Chuck shook his head, wondering what was going on. "Bye, now."
Sarah hung up the phone, grinning. "Butter my ass and call me a biscuit?" Chuck asked. Sarah bounced a shoulder.
}o{
A few days later, it was as Chuck was drinking one of the many PowerAde Zeros that had filled the fridge, that he began to wonder exactly how much did Carina know before she showed up on their doorstep. Sarah came downstairs, basically strutting.
"I mean, for most people strutting is a turnoff, but we both know if I said that about you, it'd be a lie," Chuck told her. She bent slightly at the waist, put her elbow on the counter, her chin on her fist. Sarah watched him, a happy grin on her face. "Sarah, is there… is there something I need to know?"
"I'm pretty sure you know everything you need to know, Mr. Bartowski," she flirted.
"Okay, every time I start to have a serious conversation… you do that. Not that I'm complaining-"
"Sure sounds like you're complaining," Sarah countered.
"But it's like you're trying to keep my mind on one thing," Chuck finished.
"Chuck, are you trying to dill my pickle?" she drawled. He just stood there, not sure what to say. "Is that one of those I shouldn't say because-"
"Got it!" he said quickly. "Sarah, what's going on?"
"You don't have clearance," she said softly. Chuck nodded.
"Okay," he said, heading toward the other room.
"Where are you going?" Sarah asked.
"I figured I'd go swim, if that's okay. Unless there's something else I'm supposed to be doing," Chuck said, giving her a look. She shook her head. "Okay," he said, and left the room.
"I'm about to have a come apart," she drawled softly. "Damn it! I'm doing it even when no one is around." She grabbed her phone and texted Carina. Blowing out a breath as she sent the message, she asked if she could tell him what happened in Geneva.
"Come on, Red, help me out one more time," she said softly.
}o{
Chuck came out of the shower tilting his head, trying to get the water to drain out of his ear. He was exhausted. While he was in decent physical shape, the past few weeks of operation baby-making and the two hours he spent in the pool had done a number on him.
He also knew he was being silly. Whatever happened… whatever was going on between her and Carina, was Sarah and Carina's business. Sarah was very up front about them having kids. She hadn't hidden anything from him in that regard. He blew out a breath. If he was honest – really honest – he felt a bit used.
He neverthought he'd feel that way with Sarah.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He knew she loved him, he knew they had made love numerous times, but lately… lately, he had felt more like a required tool, than anything else. "Oh, whine a little," he admonished himself. "Your amazing wife wants you to have sex with her. People would kill to be you."
"Yeah, but your wife is with you, not them," he heard in the doorway. He spun, and saw her standing there, playing with the hem of her shirt, looking a little embarrassed. "Would you please come downstairs? I've made you lunch, and I'd like to explain myself."
"Sarah, you have nothing to explain to me," Chuck told her. "I was just tired, and hangry." She tilted her head and gave him her we both know that's bullshit look. "I overreacted."
"Well, regardless, would you please come downstairs and have food with me?"
"Will you make any more southern euphemisms?" Chuck asked, grinning.
"Why in the world would you think Butter my butt and call me a biscuit is a euphemism?" she asked, in her southern drawl. Chuck just stared at her. She grinned, shrugged, spun on toes, and headed out of the room.
"Jesus, she may kill me yet," he said with a grin.
}o{
Chuck came downstairs and had lunch with Sarah. Afterwards, she took his hand, led him to the couch, and had him sit down, leaving space between them, making him laugh. "Don't trust yourself?"
"I do," Sarah told him, chuckling. "I just wanted to show you that this is serious."
"Okay, I'm sorry," Chuck began.
"No, I am," Sarah told him. "About Geneva… you can never tell this to anyone. And she said, and I quote, 'If he hugs me later, I'm going to kick his ass.'"
"Okay, let's hear it," Chuck said with a shrug.
"Back when I was in the CAT Squad, we were assigned a mission that we all thought was beneath us," Sarah began. "We were to be the bodyguards of a very important royal family member of a country I'm still not allowed to tell."
"Okay," Chuck said, still not understanding.
"The… we'll call him a Duke, even though he wasn't," Sarah continued. "He had an arranged marriage coming up, and this marriage would help stop a conflict. We were to make sure it went off without a hitch. Neither person loved the other, and they both continued to have affairs."
"That sounds horrible," Chuck said, shaking his head.
"We were to watch him for three weeks," Sarah said. She paused, and shook her head, a sad grin on her face. "She calls me a damn liar to this day, but Carina fell in love with him after a few days. It had to be love, because I've never seen her act like that before."
"Oh, God," Chuck said, beginning to have some understanding.
"For two and a half weeks, Carina guarded the duke quite closely," she said, giving Chuck a look that let him know exactlyhow close. "When it was over, she pulled me aside and said I owed her, and if there was ever something I really and truly needed, that all I had to do was call in the Geneva favor."
"And your wanting to get pregnant was it?" Chuck asked.
"This was all Carina's idea," Sarah said. "I should have known better, Chuck. You have done everything I asked, and things I haven't, to try to help in this, and it's me."
"Hey, before you spiral… one, that's my thing, and two, all the doctors said physically you're fine," Chuck reminded her.
"Then why can't I get pregnant?" she asked, clearly frustrated.
Chuck moved across the space between them and held her close. "Because you're in your head," Chuck told her. "And trust me, as a guy who has lived in his head, a lot, I know when someone is in their head."
"I should have known all this wasn't necessary," Sarah said. "I'm sorry, baby."
"Now hang on," Chuck replied. "Maybe it's not necessary, but it can be fun. And-and, I'm not complaining, but… it's been a bit more business like lately."
"I do get mission-focused," she quipped.
"Then why don't we change the mission parameters," Chuck suggested. "Maybe make it that we enjoy it, and understand that whatever happens, we're both here for the other."
"Okay," Sarah agreed. "That makes sense."
"Good. Now, who's idea was it to do the Southern phrases?" Chuck asked, giggling.
"Carina's," Sarah admitted. "I may have told her about the train and the Charleses, and how I thought you enjoyed me calling you Charlie and the accent."
"I love you, Sarah Bartowski," Chuck told her.
"Chuck," she said softly. "You know I'm more of an action-oriented girl."
"I do," Chuck agreed.
"Do you think we could go upstairs, and I show you exactly how much I love you?"
"Will I survive it?"
"If you don't, you'll die with a smile on your face."
"Who's your momma!"
}o{
Two weeks later, they entered Casa de Bartowski. "You know, I think that mission went much better than the last time we were in the suburbs," Chuck said, carrying in the suitcases.
"How's that?" Sarah asked.
"Well, no one is here to take back the rings, and there's no Intersect being put into our brain to kill us," Chuck pointed out. He sat the suitcase down, and felt himself pressed against the wall, as Sarah kicked the door shut.
"I love you, Chuck," Sarah told him, looking him directly in the eyes. "I know I don't say it a lot, but I do. And you're right, however this works out, we're here for each other."
Chuck held up his little finger. "Pinky swear?"
Sarah gave his finger a dubious look. "I mean, that's a little much, right?" Chuck looked betrayed, making her giggle. She wrapped her pinky around his, and kissed them both. "I'm always here, Chuck. Now, would you do me a favor, and start the laundry?"
"Seriously, you knew I was going to," Chuck told her.
"Mess up your shirt one time," she groused, spinning away and giggling as he went to tickle her. He took the suitcases into the laundry room and began to sort the clothes. Starting a load, he put up the suitcases, and trudged upstairs. He saw his bed, and fell back onto it, like he was doing the Nestea Plunge.
"CHUCK!" he heard squealed from the bathroom. Chuck quickly sat up as Sarah ran out of the bathroom, holding something in her hand.
"I didn't do it," he said quickly.
She began to laugh and showed him what was in her hand.
"Muh dear," she drawled, "you most cer-tan-lay did."
A/N: Me: Are done?
CQ: *shrugs*
