A/N: Starting from this point on, I decided to go a different route. My last version of Sarah didn't make any sense, so I changed it this time around. The old version of Sarah would've fought for her family, memories or no memories. So here's yet another chapter, more to come soon!

-Charahfan44

It hadn't taken very long for Emma to realize something was wrong with her mother. Not that she was acting any differently in character, but she wasn't very good with the twins. The minute she returned home, she didn't know how to act around them, or how to play with them. She barely spoke a word to Emma, and she and Chuck were constantly in their room talking with hushed voices, just as they were now.

"Are mommy and daddy okay?" Emma was stuck watching My Little Pony on the couch with Jenny, while Jack played MarioKart on his Nintendo DS3.

"Yeah Jen, they're fine." Emma responded with a sigh. She wished she could talk to them, but knew that playing along would benefit everyone greatly. Emma's mind was constantly going back and forth between her mother and Ryan these days. It had been about two weeks since the team had found Sarah in the warehouse, and Emma still had yet to hear from Ryan.

"Who's up for some pizza?" Chuck said excitedly while walking downstairs, Sarah trailing right behind.

"ME!" Jack and Jenny erupted at the same time.

"Em?" He looked to his daughter.

"Not really hungry." She replied with a forced smile.

"You? Not hungry?" Sarah joked. Chuck had obviously given her e rundown on each of the three kids. Chuck suddenly raced into the kitchen behind the twins, hoping to beat them to the phone. Sarah sat beside Emma. "I'm sorry if things have been a little weird lately. The warehouse took a lot out of me." Emma looked to her mother. Sarah's kind eyes were the same as they had been Emma's entire life, but the woman behind them was completely different. This woman had no clue what her daughter's interests or worries were. She had no idea what her daughter was like.

"I'm fine, really." Emma was good at lying too.

"You sure? I'm here to listen if you need me."

"I don't really feel like talking, so we can drop it." Emma snapped.

"Okay, well my offer still stands when you do feel like talking." Sarah stood up and joined Chuck and the twins in the kitchen. Emma grabbed her phone and clicked Ryan's number in the contacts. She held back tears as she listened to the ringing, and sighed when she heard his voicemail.

"Ryan, I don't know where you are, but I really need you right now. Something is up with my mom, and I need help. I hope you're okay…please just call me when you get this." She hung up, blinked away the water in her eyes, and went back to watching the television in front of her. On the walk to the kitchen, Sarah couldn't help but think that Emma already knew something was wrong. If what Chuck had told her was true, her daughter would have confided in her by now.

"You okay?" Chuck asked, noticing his wife's worried expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled.

"Mommy, I want pepperoni!" Jenny exclaimed.

"I want cheese!" Jack battled his sister.

"How about we do half and half?" Sarah laughed at her children.

"But I could eat a whole pizza." Jenny frowned.

"Me too!" Jack yelled.

"I could probably eat this entire fridge, but you don't see me complaining." Chuck chimed in.

"You could not!" The twins giggled.

"You wanna bet?" Chuck raised an eyebrow. Sarah watched how he interacted with the twins, smiling at the fact that her life had turned out better than she had ever imagined.

"So she's a spy?" Sarah was fixing her side of the bed before climbing in.

"Yeah." Chuck replied while doing the same as his wife.

"How did we let that happen?"

"We didn't exactly let it. We just found out about a month ago."

"Long story?"

"Really long story. All you need to know is that she's basically a mini version of you." Chuck smiled, sliding under the covers. Sarah followed suit, snuggling into her husband's side.

"Then she knows. Trust me, if you say she's exactly like me then she already knows."

"So why hasn't she said anything?"

"I don't know. Maybe for the sake of the twins?"

"She usually talks to you." Chuck said quietly.

"I tried talking to her earlier. I wish I could figure out a way to get everything back, but I don't even know how I lost my memories in the first place."

"I feel like a jerk." He whispered. Sarah looked up at him.

"Why?"

"Because, part of me doesn't want you to get the past eighteen years back."

"Why is that?"

"Nevermind. We'll figure something out, we always do."

"I never really remembered anything, did I?" Sarah got straight to the point.

"No. I mean, I think bits and pieces of some things came back, but you didn't."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It took us a long time to get back to this point, Sarah."

"It took us a long time to get where we were when Quinn took me."

"There was a point where we didn't talk. I have no clue where you went, but you said you needed to find yourself. I've never felt so alone in my entire life. Waking up every day without you here was torture, and I was sure that you were never coming back."

"But I did. I did come back, Chuck."

"My Sarah never did."

Sarah had been home alone all day, looking through photo albums, trying to remember even the slightest memory. Halloween's, Christmases, Thanksgiving's, every picture she looked at showed her more and more of who she had become. This was the version of herself that she had always envisioned. Maybe not with as many kids, but definitely a mother.

"That was my first birthday." Emma entered the living room glancing at the pictures, startling her mother.

"I know." Sarah chuckled.

"Do you?" Emma replied.

"What do you mean?" Sarah looked up.

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize something's wrong." Emma sat next to Sarah and took the album, flipping to a specific page. She stopped after a few page turns, and handed the book back to Sarah. She pointed to a medium sized picture on the left page and all Sarah could do was stare at the vibrant mother smiling down at the beaming toddler in her arms. "That's how I knew."

"Because of a picture?" Sarah asked.

"No, because the moment I saved you, you didn't even come close to looking at me like that. The first thing my mom would've done is ask me if I was okay." Emma replied.

"You've been acting like everything is fine."

"That's what spies do, right?"

"You didn't know we were spies, did you?"

"No, you neglected to tell me about that."

"I never wanted my kids to follow in those footsteps."

"Looks like you failed."

"I'm not going to pretend to know who you are, I don't. I don't know anything about you. But I do know that I love you. Without even really knowing you, I do know that. Memories or no, you are still my daughter. So how about we work together instead of becoming enemies?"

"That's the problem!" Emma raised her voice, and stood up, "I need my mom! I don't need some clueless ex-spy playing house. My mom would know what to say. My mom would tell me that everything is going to be fine. But you? You don't know anything. You don't know my life, you don't know how I feel, you don't even know who I am. Maybe this crap will work on the twins because they don't know any better, but I'm not a child. So don't you dare pretend to care or say you love me, because you have no clue." The tears were apparent, and Emma couldn't control her sobbing at this point. Her mother was the one person she could always turn to, and she wasn't here. Sarah looked at her daughter with sympathy, aware of the pain she was feeling. She stood up slowly, and wrapped her arms around Emma, allowing the teen to cry into her chest.

"Everything will be okay, Emma. I won't pretend to know you or assume how you feel, but when I say that I love you, I mean it. I feel it. And I need you to hear me when I say that I will fix this."

"I just want my mom back." Emma cried.

"You will."

"Promise me. Promise me that you'll get your memories back."

"I promise."