a/n, So there is no further confusion, in my Chuckverse Ellie, Awesome and Morgan found out about Chuck's secret life. Hope you guys like this! *fingerscrossed

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How do you explain to an eight year old boy, that his brain contains top secret government computer files?

How do you explain to his concerned older sister that he still holds the Intersect even with his current eight year old frame of mind?

"Chuck, I'm gonna go talk to Ellie for a minute I'll be right back okay?"

"Okay." Chuck said quietly, apparently still trying to wrap his head around everything I'd just told him.

I walked over into the kitchen and sighed.

"What happened?" Ellie asked, wanting more of the story than what she had overheard.

"Chuck was changing the channels and it landed on the news, it was a report about a man who we recently apprehended, and Chuck flashed on him. He didn't know what happened and he freaked out." Ellie looked distraught, I guessed for the same reason I was. . . The Intersect was being stored in the mind of an innocent eight year old boy.

"I explained everything to him as best as I could, but I still don't understand everything myself. . . If he forgot everything in the past twenty years, how is it possible that he remembered the Intersect files?"

"Well what I've learned recently is that the files are embedded in his subconscious. His brain used this coping mechanism to protect the conscious part of his brain, which wouldn't effect his subconscious. Maybe he kept it as part of the coping mechanism, I mean the Intersect is a very important part of Chuck's mind now." Ellie said.

When Ellie gained clearance, she took it upon herself to learn as much about the Intersect and it's effect on Chuck as possible.

"That makes sense." I nodded, our conversation being interrupted by a knock on the door.

"The pizza guy is here!" Chuck yelled from the living room.

"You can answer the door If you want." I said.

"I can't! I'm not allowed to!"

"It's okay Chuck, you can answer the door." Ellie said.

"Oh. Okay. But I don't know what to say I've never answered the door to a stranger before."

Chuck's dilemma about answering the door brought a smile to both of our faces.

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Taking olives off of a pizza normally wasn't a hard task, but this pizza was covered with those troubling black fruits.

"Sarah, why are you picking off all of the olives? Don't you like them?" Chuck asked giving me a strange look.

"Olives aren't my favorite thing."

"Oh. Well why didn't you say so when you were ordering the pizza? You didn't have to get them." Chuck said. It was amazing how even with the mind of a child Chuck was still so self sacrificing.

"It's not that hard to pick them off Chuck." I smiled.

"Oh okay. Well can I have them?"

"Be my guest." I said passing my plate across the table.

I didn't quite understand why, but even now Chuck was very observant of my likes and dislikes.

As I gazed into Chuck's green specked brown eyes I absentmindedly took a bite of my pizza, now normally I would have looked at the pizza but I became so lost in his eyes that I didn't even notice that I'd missed an olive.

Usually one olive wouldn't have been that bad, but with the constant nausea that my pregnancy brought, that one little olive was unbearable.

Dizziness and the familiar feeling that the pizza I had enjoyed thus far wasn't going to allow itself to be kept down landed me in the bathroom, where I got sick.

After a few minutes, Chuck came to check on me.

"Are you gonna be okay?" He asked from outside the door.

"Yeah I'm fine now." I replied walking out of the bathroom.

"That's good. . . You don't think I can catch what you have do you? Because throwing up means going back to the hospital and back in the hospital means more needles. " Chuck said slightly panicked.

"No Chuck I don't think what I have is contagious." Actually, you kind of gave it to me in the first place.

"So you mean I can't get it?" Chuck asked, still maintaining his distance from me.

"Don't worry Chuck, you're safe." I smiled, walking back into the dining room.

"I got you some ginger ale. It always helps me when I'm sick." Chuck grinned.

"Thanks Chuck. That's really sweet of you."

"So do you have any idea why you got sick?"

"I guess it must've just been because I accidentally ate an olive. I'll be fine though."

It was then that I realized that with no idea, when or if, Chuck's memory would ever return, that sooner or later I was going to have to tell him that I was going to have a baby. . . his baby.

I just didn't know how to explain that fact to eight year old Chuck. . .

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When the night came to an end, I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to do.

Do I go home? Do I stay here? Should I stay in his room? Should I sleep on the couch?

I was filled with conflict but decided I should probably go home. Though home alone was the last place on Earth I wanted to be right now. I wanted to stay with him.

"Where are you going Sarah?" Chuck asked, following me to the courtyard in his night clothes.

"I just thought that I'd go home and come back in the morning."

"Oh. I kinda wanted you to stay. I mean Ellie is married and she says that she's going to share her bed with her boyfriend- I mean husband-whenever he comes home, so I'll be all alone in my room. I thought that you could stay in my room with me. I mean my new bed is huge so you can sleep with me if you want."

I knew that Chuck wasn't meaning anything by the suggestion, but at this point, I wasn't sure that I could handle staying in the same bed as him. It made things too real, and it hurt.

"Chuck. . . " I started to protest but was interrupted.

"I mean we're best friends. Best friends have sleepovers right?"

"I guess you're right." I sighed. "I'll stay."

"Awesome." He smiled.

We both walked back into the house and I got a blanket and a pillow and laid down beside of his bed.

"Are you sure that you don't want to sleep up here? Cause you got sick tonight and the floor can't feel good to sleep on- I wouldn't want to sleep on the floor- and my new bed is big enough for the both of us and it's comfortable. I'm just saying." Chuck said looking down at me from the bed.

"Don't worry about me Chuck I'll be fine."

"Okay, but if you can't sleep down there you can come up here." He smiled.

"Thanks Chuck."

"It's really not a problem. Um, Sarah I have a question. . . How am I supposed to sleep with the bandages on my chest and stuff. I mean they're itchy and I still hurt a lot, and the only time I've slept with them was in the hospital bed."

"Here Chuck, I'll help you get comfortable." I stood up and helped Chuck find a way to sleep with the bandages on. I got back down on the floor and laid down.

"Sarah. . . It's cool that I have a superhero power, but what happened tonight was really scary, I mean I can't get that scary guy's face out of my head." Chuck said swinging his arm that was hanging off of the bed back and forth.

"Chuck it's okay. We stopped that guy the other day and he can't ever hurt anyone again so you don't have to worry."

"Oh. Well I'm glad."

"Chuck, you don't ever have to worry about anything. I'll always take care of you. . . No matter what." Even if you don't remember me.

I held his hand that was dangling off of the bed and held on tight. He closed his eyes, falling asleep as I rubbed his hand.

"Good night Chuck. . . I lo. . . " I love you Chuck. "I'll see you in the morning." I quietly finished my sentence.

"Night Sarah." He mumbled falling fast asleep.

If only sleep could be that easy for me. . .

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