Author's Note: Okay, so this is the shortest thing ever. It probably should not even be called a chapter. Maybe I'll name it "prologue," eh? Anyway, I just wanted to say hi to anybody who has read this, or any of my work, really. I know I haven't been the most post-happy writer in the Chuck realm, but things have been happening in my life that have taken me away from the wonderful world of cyberspace. This is...crap, I've forgotten the word...not canon based fiction, so don't complain about my characterizations, please. Feel free to review and complain about anything else though. I remembered what it was! AU, this is an alternate universe fanfiction! Boom!

Hope you enjoy the few hundred words that is this thing I decided to type out in between anxiously awaiting SAT scores, watching Gossip Girl, and reading Gulliver's Travels. Sorry for the rambling. I'm tired.

XOXO,

SLWF

PS. I plan on updating again soon. I'm not gonna say when, just in case. ;)

Pen in hand, Sarah tried to formulate the perfect words, but no matter how hard she concentrated she could not put into words the feelings that she felt for Chuck. They had been married for 35 years, and still even the thought of him kept her speechless, in her own head no less. Their anniversary was only a few days away, yet she had not been able to pick out the perfect "Chuck gift." It was so hard these days with all of the newfangled gadgets. As a spy, she had prided herself on her technological ability, even if Chuck did outshine her on occasion, yet some of the toys her grandchildren were playing with confused her.

"You're not getting old, Sarah," she admonished herself. "You're just stalling. Write the stupid letter!"

But it was not just a stupid letter, not like the sticky notes that she and Chuck used to leave for each other early on in their marriage, little reminders of their love and devotion to each other, or a note to remember to pick up milk. This was a letter celebrating the 35 wonderful years of marriage that the two had shared, the three brilliant and beautiful children they had part in bringing to life, and the seven grandchildren that had made their lives complete, if not busy. The letter had to be perfect, and Sarah knew this. She knew that it had to be the best letter she had ever written, but she also knew it would be extremely difficult to write. That was why she had put it off for so long. Ultimately a poor decision, seeing as how she was only a few days away from presenting it to him.

It's a good thing Chuck's out of town on business, she thought. Or he'd laugh at me for being so nervous. "It's just a letter," he'd say. But he's never had a problem telling people how he feels.

She put the pen down on the antique wood desk she was sitting at; she at least still held onto some of the things of the past. While Chuck had to have the newest innovations of everything, Sarah was happy with her wooden desk and chair set. She decided to go for a walk, to clear her head; maybe that would help put the words that she needed on the tip of her tongue.

Standing up from her chair and stretching her legs, Sarah closed her eyes and tried to imagine the day she first met Chuck, when he was just "some target" that she needed to use. She laughed quietly; it was hard to imagine those days. They seemed very far away. Her 3-year-old granddaughter, Samantha, ran in from the other room and embraced Sarah's legs.

"Grammy!" Samantha exclaimed, holding on for dear life. "Jason won't share his toys! And I want to play Spies for Life XVII! Grampy Chuck said I could on the phone! 'Member?"

"Yes, darling," Sarah said, patting the girl on the head. She looked just like Ellie, with dark hair, but she had Chuck's eyes. "I remember, but why don't you come for a walk with me? Then we'll make Jason share the Gameboy."

"Graaammmyyy," Samantha rolled her eyes, "it's not a Gameboy. Those are from like when dinosaurs were alive. It's a ActionBeast 7000. You should know! Grampy Chuck and Gaga-Morg invented it, duh!"

Sarah did not say a thing. She just smiled at her granddaughter and marveled at how smart and vocal the little girl was.

She would make one heck of a spy, she thought. Just like me.

Samantha stood up, and immediately took Sarah's hand in hers. She was open and not shy about expressing her feelings, just like Chuck. That made Sarah think of the letter she needed to write, so she hurried out of the house. As the two headed out of the front door, Sarah reminded her youngest son William, Samantha's father, to watch over Jason and Casey, Samantha's cousins. Helpful as ever, William nodded his head, and Sarah and Samantha were gone.