A/N: First, I think a little warning is necessary: I'm French. Maximus says it is self-explanatory, although I personally don't see it. More importantly, I want to warn you that this story is *all* JoeltotheD and mxpw's fault. See, it was a dark and stormy night, and…I kid, I kid! But really, there's lots of crazy sh*t going on in this story because of them. With that, you know enough to understand how or why it happened. I was simply an innocent (giggling) bystander.

This story functions as a complement to my story Chuck vs. the Rogue Spy (RS). The scenes give lights on what's really going on—what we are not witnessing in RS, but was there all along nonetheless. The events happening in the main story have happened, or they will happen, up to the story currently posted (i.e. Chapter 1 to Chapter 8) in this alternate story as well. Therefore, if you haven't read RS, you probably won't understand what it's all about…much. Admittedly, it's not all that complicated. ;-)

Thanks to the awesome work of the great mxpw and his super beta-ing powers and talents, a scene will be posted everyday this week until Friday, and again from Monday to Friday next week. I hope you'll enjoy it, and we're looking forward to your reactions.

Guide: This first scene takes place right after Rogue Spy's first chapter.

Rogue Spy: the True Story

Or What's Really Going On With Sarah Walker

Montréal-Trudeau Airport

October 8, 2009

Sarah hurried down the corridor.

She cursed herself when she realized she still hadn't put her sunglasses on to hide her face, and started rummaging through her purse.

Damn Chuck and his distracting ways! She had forgotten what his presence could do to her after all these months. Who could blame her, though? His nerdy hotness was pretty obvious to everybody that dared to give him a second look.

Putting on her sunglasses, she could feel the dread about her upcoming conversation reappear. It would be interesting.

How was Sarah going to justify risking going back to L.A. to take that plane? If Sarah mentioned Chuck again, she was in for another fight. The make-up activities that followed were always worth it, but Sarah still felt like passing on this one.

She just wouldn't understand Sarah's need to protect him. Sarah knew it.

The phone in her pants suit was burning Sarah through the cloth. She wasn't sure how she was going to explain that one, either. Well, she could simply keep it to herself; then she wouldn't have to explain. Yeah, she'd probably do that.

Sarah dug the phone out of her pants pocket, and shoved it in her purse. She couldn't wait to get out of her ridiculous pants suit. She had never been surer of anything than that. Her legs weren't meant to be camouflaged. They were way too pretty for that.

This was hell. It was the only explanation.

Sarah heard a distant, "Bienvenue à l'aéroport Montréal-Trudeau," as she mingled amongst the passengers in search of her ride.

It didn't take Sarah long to spot her. She simply had to look for the person with the least amount of clothes on. She casually advanced toward her.

"Damn, you're really rocking this Farrah Walker look," she told Sarah as soon as she came within earshot, and gave her an appraising head to toe glance.

Sarah rolled her eyes, but gave the other woman a broad smile, nonetheless. Her friend winked at her, and made a show of suggestively uncrossing her legs, before rising to her feet.

"Hi," she said, and leaned forward to give Sarah a kiss in greeting.

Sarah only gave her a brief peck. "Hi."

Sarah saw the frown overtake Carina's face immediately. She sighed inwardly, but didn't acknowledge it. Maybe if she ignored it, Carina wouldn't ask? Yeah, that wasn't happening.

"Let's get out of here," Sarah said instead. She grabbed Carina's hand in hers, squeezed it in an attempt to reassure her, and yanked on it gently as she headed towards the exit. "I really need to change."