Hello, Fanfiction readers!

First off, I would like to thank those of you who reviewed the first chapter. Many, many thanks for the encouragement to get a new chapter out there!

Finally, we have Chapter 2 of "CvstOLS" (yeah, I like to use acronyms. A LOT)! It took me the whole weekend to write, but at least it's finished now! As promised, this one is awesome, and in more ways than one. Captain Awesome himself is featured in this chapter, along with an irritated Casey and an excited, sleep-deprived Ellie. Oh, and there's Sarah, who does something that explains this fic's title.

A few more notes about the fic for clarification, now that season 3 has started: this takes place during the current season, but is an AU after "Chuck vs. the Angel of Death." So, that means that there's no Shaw or Hannah. It also means that Morgan and Chuck have Ellie and Awesome's old apartment, Anna is absent from the BuyMore (though I have a separate story idea to explain that absence a little bit more), and Chuck and Sarah decided to make their cover "just friends."

This chapter is still in Chuck's POV, by the way. When I change it (which I will by the end of the fic), I'll write whose POV the chapter is in at the top of the page.

Disclaimer: Don't own Chuck or any other characters mentioned in this chapter. Oh, and I borrowed a line from the movie "A Christmas Story," which I don't own either.

Chuck vs. Unanticipated Results

"Chuck… Chuuuuck…"

The sound of my name being called echoed in my ears, slowly dragging me out of the deep waters of unconsciousness. I moaned at this and rolled over, pulling the corner of my pillow over my right ear.

"Chuck… Chuuuuck… wake up, Chuck."

I tried to tune out the voice, but it didn't work. That was partially due to the rough shaking of my shoulder by someone with the patience of a toddler.

"Chuck… come on, Chuck, you need to wake up now."

I gritted my teeth as the shaking continued, this time with much more force. Finally, there reached a point where it was just too much. With ninja-like speed, I threw my arm out from underneath the pillow and grabbed the arm causing this disturbance. "No, Morgan, it is too early to play 'Call of Duty.' Leave me alone," I grumbled.

"Touch me again and you die, Bartowski," a voice I had not expected to hear growled. This, combined with the burliness of the arm that I had my grip on, alerted me that my quirky, bearded best friend was not serving as my alarm clock right now.

"I'm up!" I shouted as I snapped my eyes open and rolled onto my back again. I was immediately blinded by the bright whiteness of the room. Well, I was when my vision wasn't obscured by the head of Colonel John Casey, who looked just about ready to kill me (trust me, this is no exaggeration).

"Whoa, hey, have you ever heard of 'personal space,' Casey?" I asked my perpetually menacing protector, who was currently in my face. He paused for a second, then grunted and backed off. Finally able to fully see my surroundings, I frowned at the unfamiliarity of it all. "Where… where am I?"

"This is the hospital, bro," the voice that had first woken me up replied. Casey backed up a little bit further to reveal my – dare I say it – awesome brother-in-law, Devon Woodcomb. "And you just slept through quite a bit of the day."

"What happened?" I yawned, but Awesome didn't need to answer. The memories of the crash flooded back again, reminding me of my aching head. My hand made a move to rub my forehead (well, the gauze bandage covering it), but I snapped up as the most important memory hit me – "Sarah!"

"Walker's here, Chuck," Casey informed me. "Your sister's taking care of her." He stopped there, and I looked at him expectantly, waiting for more. Both of us turned to Awesome, who rubbed the back of his head nervously and said, "Ah, well, Sarah… she's not doing too awesome."

"What do you mean, 'She's not doing too awesome'?" I cried, jerking upright so quickly that I almost yanked out the IV line attached to my arm. "How bad is she?"

Awesome paused and bit his lip before opening one of the folders in his arms. "Sarah's got some cuts and bruises like you, but she also suffered some head trauma. We just don't know how bad it is yet."

Upon hearing this news, I began to panic. Nervously rubbing my forehead, I asked Awesome the most important question regarding Sarah – "Is she awake?"

My brother-in-law shook his head as he closed Sarah's folder. "She was still unconscious when I last checked, but things might have changed. Either way, Ellie's there in case she wakes up while I'm gone." I nodded slowly, then tensed up when I considered the situation. When Sarah, a potentially homicidal CIA agent, wakes up in a strange place, her killer instincts take over. This means that there's a chance that she might have a gun pointed at my sister before things become clear. Thankfully, Casey noticed my uneasiness and grunted, "Walker's weapons were removed before she reached the hospital. Unlike you, I'm not a moron." I chose to ignore this last comment.

"Well, can I see her?" I asked Awesome. He had no choice but to answer affirmatively, as I was already trying to get out of my hospital bed with the IV line still attached. As Awesome unhooked the line, I grabbed the stack of clean clothes someone (most likely Ellie) had left for me at the foot of my bed and went to get changed.

CHARAHCHARAHCHARAH

Minutes later, I found myself walking alongside Awesome and Casey through the hospital halls, en route to Sarah's room. My heart pounded anxiously, drowning out the already loud squeaking of my namesake black Converse shoes. The thumping continued until we turned a corner and a heavenly, melodic voice wafted out of an open hospital room. At this point, my heart seemed to stop altogether.

"My name is… Sarah Walker. I work at the Orange Orange frozen yogurt shop, I've lived here in Burbank since September 2007, and my boyfriend is…"

At last, we reached Sarah's room. Pushing past Awesome and Casey (the latter growling in fury at this action), I stumbled through the doorway and cried, "Sarah!"

"Chuck!" Ellie and Sarah exclaimed, both in reply to my greeting and continuation of Sarah's previous sentence. My sister leapt out of her seat to hug me, while Sarah smiled angelically at me from her hospital bed.

After nearly crushing my ribs out of relief, Ellie pulled out of the embrace, a mischievous grin on her face. When I gave her a quizzical look, she laughed and did a little dance, singsonging, "I knew it! You two still have feelings for each other! Haha!" I remained confused for a second until I realized Sarah had identified me as her boyfriend. It was strange, since we had both agreed to keep our cover as "just friends."

Ellie was still prancing around in glee when Awesome placed a hand on her shoulder. "Babe, you've been up all night. Why don't you go take a break while we take care of Sarah for a while?"

"Oh, thank you!" my sleep-deprived sister cried as she collapsed into her husband's arms. As he held her, Awesome nodded to Casey and me, indicating that this was our opportunity to get things sorted out with Sarah regarding the spy world. With a final exasperated "Thank you," Ellie exited the room.

"So, how're you feeling?" I asked gently, taking my sister's place at the side of Sarah's bed.

Sarah laughed softly as she leaned back against her pillow, replying, "I've been much better."

I released a deep breath before leaning in a bit closer. "Look, it's my fault that we're pretty banged up. I distracted you when I mentioned Bryce, and as a result you didn't see the oncoming car. So, I'm sorry I distracted you and I'm sorry for insulting Bryce. I know you're still upset about what happened with him."

At that moment, Sarah frowned in confusion. "Excuse me?"

I was startled by this response for a second, but recalled that Awesome was with us and understood. "No, no, it's okay. Awesome's in on the whole 'secret life' thing, remember?" I then paused, another idea coming to mind. "Or is what happened to Bryce something that still needs to stay confidential?" I shot my brother-in-law an apologetic look, receiving an "it's okay" shrug in response.

Sarah gawked at me as if I had lobsters crawling out of my ears. "Chuck, what are you talking about? 'Secret life', confidential… and who's this Bryce you keep talking about?" She leaned back onto her pillow with an irritated huff.

Silence filled the room. Slowly, I looked from Sarah to Awesome, who had the same shocked expression as I assumed I was wearing. Even Casey seemed a little concerned – though his serious "cop-face" expression failed to change, I heard a little grumble of, "That's it, we're dead," pass through his gritted teeth. We all remained frozen until a nurse came in with a little tray of food and handed it to Sarah. Once the door slammed shut upon her exit, I took the chance to speak to Sarah again.

"So… you can't remember what happened that caused you to wind up in the hospital?" I began calmly, hoping to get to the root of this problem.

Sarah sat up in her bed and pulled her bed tray closer to her as she replied, "Well, from the information you've given me, we were in a car accident. Otherwise, no, I don't have any memories of my own pertaining to the accident."

"Well, can you remember things about your life in general?" I tried again, hoping to get something along the lines of, I'm a CIA agent whose mission is protect you, the most valuable government asset, from evil spies that keep popping up out of nowhere.

Popping off the top lid to her salad, Sarah grabbed her fork and hissed angrily, "I already told Ellie all of this – my name is Sarah Walker." She broke off to stab a piece of lettuce on her fork before continuing. "I make frozen yogurt all day," stab, "I've lived here for three years," stab, "and I am dating YOU, Chuck Bartowski!" There was so much emphasis on this last part that Sarah's fork punched through the flimsy cardboard bottom of the salad box.

"Now, if that doesn't satisfy your questioning, I don't know what will. I just summed up my life for you, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm not missing anything." At that, she stabbed the salad one last time, adding a giant black olive onto the end of her already-filled fork. Recalling Sarah's dislike of the topping, I tried to stop her, but she had already taken the first bite of her salad.

I had expected her to make some sort of disgusted expression upon the realization that the unfavorable fruit had somehow made its way onto her fork, but no such reaction occurred. In fact, Sarah's response was more like… contentment.

I glanced back up at Awesome and Casey, my expression saying it all. Something was definitely wrong.

Hate to say it, but… CLIFFHANGER! Again!

Sorry about all of the cliffhangers, but I just feel that the chapter should end on that note. There WILL be some chapters that actually don't end in a cliffhanger later on!

I'll try to update next weekend, unless one of my oneshot ideas hits me with enough inspiration to write it. Either way, you'll probably see some Chuck work from me really soon!

Reviews always make my day/night!

Later!

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