This is not an original story. It was written during the middle of season 2. The original story assumed a sequel that never happened. So there will be some brand new content in this rewrite and several new chapters at the end.

There is a fairly explicit sex scene in this chapter. Probably more explicit than anything I've done before. But I promise that it's not gratuitous. There is a point. And you'll have to read to the very end to get it.

I realized that when I changed the rating, fewer people would read the story. It simply doesn't show up in the default list. I guess I'm surprised by how many fewer. But it can't be helped. There was no way to tell the story I wanted to tell and keep it T. You'll see why soon, very, very soon.

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Sarah's Sacrifice

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It was an incredibly frustrated Sarah Walker who was stomping around in the hall outside that hotel room internally debating what to do. There was no question but that if she knocked on that door she would be committed. It would be crossing a Rubicon. After that, there would be no backing out. But what to do? On the one hand, she loved Chuck so much that it hurt, absolutely hated fighting with him. On the other he was being completely unreasonable to the point where she could no longer be in the same room with him. He had to realize that sex and love were totally separate things. Didn't he realize the importance of Bryce's news? Could he really not get the concept through that thick skull of his that whatever sex they were talking about on this assignment meant nothing to her? It was nothing like the love making with him that had become so completely addictive to her in only a couple of short weeks, not even in the same realm. It would be like all of the other times she'd been placed in this situation in her career, an unpleasant task that she would forget about ten minutes after it was over. Then to top it off, right in the middle of by far the biggest fight of their relationship, just as they were screaming at each other, the moron actually tries to talk to her about making up with Laura. What was he thinking? Un-fucking-believable.

After all, Chuck knew her better than anybody, not even close. He knew full well how much his safety meant to her. Fulcrum was the main threat in his life. He knew as well as anyone that if they captured him, when they finally allowed him to die it would be doing him a favor. She had always been his bodyguard, had been since the day they met. And more important, now they were going to share that life together. His life was now hers just as much. And she was the professional spy, the very best there was. Didn't that give her, if not final authority, at least the tie breaking vote on spy matters? Even Chuck had to admit that Bryce was right. They had an excellent chance to cripple these bastards so that they would never recover, to eliminate them as a threat. He had to know how desperately she was looking out for him, how anxious she would be to jump at that chance.

Okay, yes. There was a basic fact here that simply had to be admitted and dealt with. If she did this her way, the way she had argued for, it meant her fucking Peter West tonight. It absolutely did. There was no way to spin that, no sense in trying to deny or tiptoe around it. It actually almost assuredly meant fucking him more than once. And that was probably the tamest way you could describe it. This guy would be looking for far more than just plain sex a couple of times. He had made it clear that he was testing her obedience. He would have no intention of making this easy for her, would most assuredly make this a scene right out of a porn movie, make her put on a wild performance for him including every kinky sex act one could imagine. He would break out the toys, make her perform for him, and find more and more degrading things to push her to the very edge of what she would be willing to do, to find her very limit and then demand that she smile sweetly while going over that limit for his sick amusement. In fact it was submission that he wanted far more than sex. Nobody could claim that would be fun. That's why she packed the negligees. Maybe she could preempt some of that by offering to put on a sexy fashion show… without the toys.

The problem is that, thanks partly to Casey's big mouth, Chuck knew all of this just as well. And for some reason that simply escaped her, the thought was driving him crazy. Sarah maybe didn't totally understand what was going on inside of that brain, but she understood that much… perfectly well. He didn't have to say it. His eyes told her. It was heartbreaking to see the pain in those big brown eyes. And yes, to his credit, he did finally break down and tell her that this was her professional decision, that he desperately loved her, was always, always going to be her rock, and he would love her just as much no matter what she decided. There was no question but that he was telling her the truth. He was the one thing in life that she could count on. That actually helped a lot. But couldn't he just go that one small extra step and support her? Even if he had to force himself, even if it was just pretend, couldn't he tell her that he understood? Tell her not to worry about him? He knew damn well that she didn't want to disappoint him. Bryce would have done that for her. Hell, Bryce wouldn't have had to say anything. He would be teasing her about it, trying to figure out some way for her to secretly tape the session so he could watch it later. He would have tried hard to pressure her to describe for him exactly what happened, and wasn't above using pouting trying to get a general reenactment for his own entertainment.

But then there was that damn guilt that kept slamming into her head like waves against a pier on a stormy day. She knew she shouldn't ever compare Chuck with Bryce in her mind. That so wasn't fair. They were at totally different levels. A big part of the reason she loved Chuck so desperately was because he wasn't anything like Bryce. Chuck was her soul mate, her bedrock. She was going to spend the rest of her life standing by his side, would do anything to not hurt him. Nothing was going to change that. It wasn't in question. But how was the best way to not hurt him? That was in question. Hell that was the question.

Her way would let him hurt for a single night. Okay, so in fairness that was probably a little too tame. Yes, his imagination would keep him awake all night as he tortured himself picturing horrible worse case scenarios in his mind and convincing himself that they were happening. In his mind, the smile on her face that he would imagine would convince him that she was enjoying this somehow. He had already proven that he didn't get it when he talked about that stupid, meaningless Lon Kirk assignment.

He would definitely suffer, have an absolutely horrible night. And yes, that was bad, very bad. Of course it was. But then it would be over and she would spend a couple of intense days getting him over it. She was absolutely sure she could effectively do that. After all, he honestly loved her just as much as she loved him. He was her rock. If anything, he loved her too much. That was never in doubt. It was honestly hard for Sarah to stand there and think of that as a problem. She could literally feel the tingle running through her at the very thought in spite of this ridiculous situation. It might even become a little fun to see how wild she could get in her quest to make this up to him. Then it would be over… an unpleasant memory quickly fading as they moved on with the rest of their lives together, free from the Fulcrum threat.

His way might put off that hurt for a while, a single night maybe, then let him hurt for the rest of his life hiding from Fulcrum. Was he really thinking this through? Watching as good people died in his defense? Knowing that he could have stopped them and didn't? Sarah may have had a bias, but people constantly underestimated her Chuck. He was so much more than just a nice guy. He was a thoughtful, perceptive, sensitive, fragile soul. His biggest weakness was also his most powerful strength. He honestly cared about people, even ones he barely knew. Wouldn't seeing someone like Casey die for him, knowing that he could have prevented it, hurt him far, far worse? And wasn't that always a strong possibility that now had escalated into more like a calculated probability? With the current situation it was really only a matter of time, had already almost happened a dozen times.

Come on, Chuck. Look at this without the emotion for a second. Really, in the grand scheme of things, was one night, no matter how demented, really all that bad? The payoff was huge. And forget about just Chuck for a second. She was a CIA Agent, had taken an oath, for God's sake had dedicated her entire adult life to this very fight. Sex was simply a weapon she had been trained to use. Naturally she had other weapons, but none of them would be effective in this situation. Sex would allow them to infiltrate that party, with its mother lode of elders, without being discovered. That was key.

There was simply an undeniable fact. Right now as she was standing there, some other agent was somewhere in a conference room at Langley getting her next assignment. She would be ordered to spend years of undercover work trying to get in the position that had just been thrown into Sarah's lap as a gift from heaven.

That assignment would lead her to seduce, perhaps even become the trophy bride to the most evil vile man. It would require that she lie in bed every single night and let out fake moans as she pretended to enjoy the pounding between her legs that she was getting, having no way to protest whatever fantasy request her evil 'husband' could dream up. Smile sweetly while he passed her around to his friends. The assignment could and often did last for years. Statistically about a fifth of the time she would make some subtle mistake, or perhaps be discovered through no fault of her own, and spend her last horrible day being tortured to death, her nude and mutilated body left unceremoniously at some public place in an undignified position as a warning. Yet any of her fellow agents would have gladly accepted that assignment just for the chance to get close to a single Fulcrum Elder… much less all of them. All that was being asked of Sarah was one single night.

Finding out the location of that party, where all the Fulcrum Elders would be in one spot, could save hundreds if not thousands of lives. It would free her and Chuck to live the lives that they had always talked about. To maybe start that family they were currently afraid to even talk about yet, free from the risk of Fulcrum finding their children someday and using that against them.

That naturally got Sarah to thinking about her and Chuck's kids. It was honestly a thought that lately was never far from the surface anyway. She already knew what they would look like. They would look like him. They might be tough like her, maybe have some of her temper. But they would be cute, totally adorable, and smart like their dad. Hell, she sure had spent enough time daydreaming about it. And it suddenly became crystal clear to her. That actually made this decision pretty easy. There was now no question what she was going to do. There was really simply only one option. This was bigger than her. It was about her future with Chuck, about their kids.

So her decision made, Sarah stepped up and knocked on the door. It opened so quickly that she barely had time to put the soft smile on her face.

"Hi," Sarah said. She swallowed hard, pausing for time, trying to find the right words. Knowing that this was the right thing didn't mean it was easy. This was actually a lot harder than she anticipated. But it was something that simply had to be done… for the future, for the kids, but mostly for Chuck.

"I'm ready to give you what you want."

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Peter West could hardly believe his good fortune. He certainly didn't have much problem finding ladies on his own. And Las Vegas was full of beautiful women looking for their big break. And with his connections, he could always promise to make a phone call on behalf of one of these up and coming showgirl wannabes. That was usually enough so that they were very grateful. Sometimes so grateful that they were willing to give him his own very private performance.

But tonight was on an entirely different level. For one thing, none of the wannabes came close to the beauty of this CIA Agent he had just met a few short hours ago. She was absolutely breathtaking. But that wasn't even the best part. It was her idea. She was his tonight, completely and totally. She freely admitted it. She had just told him that she was ready to give him anything he wanted. She would do anything he could imagine in order to pass his test. And Peter had a rather vivid imagination. Almost as good, this would help him professionally. If she delivered as promised tonight, an Elder was going to be very, very pleased with him. And that was the path to power in this organization.

So when the knock came at the door, he didn't have to invite her in. He simply held the door open and moved out of the way.

She quickly got the hint and silently walked into the room. "I brought a few of my negligees," she said as she held up the small overnight bag she was carrying. "Would you like to see them? Maybe chose one? Or maybe you'd like to see me in several? Something of a mini fashion show?"

West knew that it was important to establish control right away. Her job wasn't to seduce him. It was to obey him, more than that to submit to him. "Sir?" he corrected her. "This is an official assignment."

"Yes, sir," she softly replied. "Of course. I'm sorry, sir. Would you like to see them?"

West ignored her question for a moment. He walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Maybe later," he said as he took a sip of his drink and sat it back on the end table. "I understand that you want to join Fulcrum. Is that still true?"

"Very much, sir," she said.

"The CIA demands total loyalty," West said. "But Fulcrum is even more fanatical. We can't afford to be compromised. But most agents find Fulcrum to be very liberating. You can do the things that made most want to become agents in the first place, get all of the personal perks, take the things that you want without having to follow society's rules, yet also have the protection of a feared organization behind you, without all of the mind numbing restrictions and regulations that often make the CIA so frustrating. You can have that. Tonight is an amazing opportunity for you. You have all of the skills to quickly rise up our ranks. You are both deadly and beautiful, exactly what we're looking for. Someday that might be enough. It usually takes months to rise up our ranks. But tonight I'm going way out on a limb for you. I'm going to give you an opportunity to impress a powerful, powerful person and put yourself on the fast track. That means you're going to have to prove to me you're willing to be completely obedient. Do we understand each other?"

She smiled a little. This guy was a little full of himself, huh? A powerful, powerful person? He was a fairly minor player, middle management at best. If there wasn't such a game changing opportunity within her grasp, she'd take great pleasure into slapping the cuffs on this dude... but not before thoroughly enjoying herself as she kicked his ass around the room a bit followed by some particularly painful termination. "Of course, sir," she said. "I completely agree with you. This is something that I want very, very badly. I appreciate what you're doing for me, for giving me this opportunity. I won't let you down. I came here tonight to prove that to you. I'll enthusiastically do anything you ask." Then she paused for a moment for effect and put the embarrassed look on her face. "I have an admission to make. I'm actually looking forward to you calling the shots tonight. I'm a little embarrassed admitting that. I understand that this is an assignment. But I've been thinking about it all night. Having someone else in control is sort of a fantasy of mine." Men like this ate that crap up.

"Good," West replied smugly. "You're a very beautiful woman. Why don't we start this process by seeing how sexy you can be getting out of those clothes? Be creative. Give me a show. Turn me on."

She knew exactly what he wanted. You really didn't need to be a graduate of seduction school to figure that one out. Sex was only a part of it… and not even the biggest part. It's what this kind of sick puppy would always want when he had total control over you… he was excited by knowing that he had your complete submission. But she had known all of that before she knocked on the door, right? The best way to minimize this night would be to control the agenda, to anticipate what he would ask for and freely offer it just before he asked.

One thing was for sure. The negligees turned out to be a waste of time. They were going to stay packed in the bag. It had been a long shot. But it was now clear that she would soon be naked and stay that way for the rest of the evening. That much was a given. He clearly had anticipated this and had the room on the cool side for the obvious effect it would have. She also knew what would happen as soon as she was naked. Again, you really didn't need much training to figure that out. But knowing that really didn't make it any easier to put that soft sexy smile on her face. "Yes, sir," she said as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. As soon as her blouse and skirt were on the floor, she assumed a model's pose and stood there for a long moment before he nodded for her to continue. Luckily, she had worn nylons with garters. That was basically CIA standard issue anyway. She remembered her days at the Academy, where if they ever caught you wearing pantyhose, you were about to have a bad day.

He said sexy. Agents trained for years on techniques to figure out what that meant. After all, it meant different things to different men… and even the same men in different circumstances. Oftentimes it meant bold and slutty. But in this case, she figured that it meant faux sweet and innocent, at first anyway. Give him the illusion that she was embarrassed, that he was deflowering the girl next door somehow… and then after a while turn bold and slutty. And even though she wasn't anything close to sweet and innocent, she could sure as hell convincingly act the part when the time came. So she put the embarrassed look back on her face and stared at the floor as she unsnapped her garters. In her experience, slowly rolling her stockings down those long legs was the sexiest thing she could possibly do. It always drove them wild.

The bra and panties were a matching set, particularly designed for this type of occasion. They were skin colored and pretty much see through anyway. So taking any amount of time removing them probably wouldn't add much to his excitement level. But there was one thing they always wanted to see. "You said that you wanted me to turn you on," she breathed seductively with that bashful smile. With one hand she reached up, lifted her bra out of place, and closed her eyes as she sensuously caressed her breast, then took a finger and slowly drew circles around her nipple. She placed her other hand flat on her stomach and slowly moved it down until it was well inside of her panties. She put the aroused look on her face and bit her lower lip suggestively to complete the picture as she stood there putting on that erotic show for him while he watched breathlessly. "You don't mind if I start with myself do you?"

He didn't respond. But then again, he clearly didn't mind.

After a long moment she stepped out of her panties that had 'accidentally' worked their way down her legs and to her ankles from the rigors of her efforts anyway. As soon as her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, she again assumed the model's pose waiting for her next instructions.

"Very nice," West said. "I have to tell you something. Some beautiful women actually look better with their clothes on. Not you. You should always be naked. Why don't you come over here and show me how good of a kisser you are?"

Wow. A compliment? I guess anyway. That was pretty unexpected. "Thank you, sir," she said softly as she sat on his lap. "I've been told that I'm a very good kisser."

But again, he said to show him. So she put her hands around his head and softly placed her lips to his. The kiss may have started off slowly but it quickly picked up steam until their tongues were dancing for a long, long time. She really couldn't tell how long, but it must have been several minutes. He was clearly testing her as he began to explore her body while they kissed. His free hand started off at her left breast for a while, playfully rolling her nipple, hard from the cool room, between his thumb and forefinger. Then he shifted to her right breast and gave it pretty much the same attention. Of course she realized that he was expecting her to turn to give him the proper angle so she did it without prompting. When his hand finally moved down her stomach and between her legs, again she had to obediently shift and move her knees apart to give him easier access. All the while they were still kissing. She wasn't sure what he wanted so she just gyrated her hips in rhythm with the movements of his fingers. The soft moan was clearly a nice touch. It got a smile from him. One thing she could surely tell from her perch on his lap. He was getting damn excited.

Finally West broke the long necking session. "Very nice," he said. "Now Agent Roberts tells me something about a skill you possess involving a garden hose and a tennis ball. Is he accurate?"

For the first time since entering the room her smile was actually genuine. How predictable was this guy anyway? A 'get the night started with a bang' blowjob was always the first thing they wanted. "Yes, sir," she said. "I actually don't like to brag but it's very true. It's my very best talent. It took hours upon hours of practice to perfect. Would you like a demonstration?"

Talk about a dumb question. There were times when Peter West didn't like his job very much. But this sure as hell wasn't one of those times. Whatever hours of practice time she had put in were definitely a good investment. Whoever taught this skill at the CIA Academy deserved a raise. She was magical as she quickly slid to the floor and got to work slowly, clearly designed to make this the best experience for him possible including making it last as long as she could, but also steadily driving him to the inevitable explosion. But she still had a bit of work to do yet to get to the finish line.

For a long time Peter West just sat there relaxed and enjoyed her total submission. The room was completely silent except for her soft sucking sounds. He found himself enthralled with the image of her head slowly but steadily bobbing up and down, only pausing her long slow strokes to lift her head for a moment, smile sweetly at him, and say what a good time she was having. It was perhaps the most erotic sight of his life. He knew that he was quickly going to lose his ability to speak intelligently… and this was important. So he picked up his phone. "We're all set," he said. "Of course. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"We're going to have some company," he said as soon as the call ended. "You don't mind, do you?"

Naturally, the question was rhetorical. She had no way to mind. This was not that uncommon in these situations. But it also wasn't a good thing. When there were two of them things could quickly get rough. So it was important that she not appear rattled. She lifted her head just long enough to smile at him sweetly and answer his question. "No, sir," she said. "Of course not. The more the merrier."

"It's nothing like that," West said as he pressed her head down in a clear sign that he was getting close and she should quickly resume her efforts. "In fact, I'll be leaving you in a while. Don't worry. I'm leaving you in very good hands. You're very lucky. You're getting a chance tonight to impress someone at very highest level in the organization. I trust that you will be very appreciative. That never happens so soon."

Well that was good news, in a way anyway. She was being passed off to another guy, probably to perform the same set of tasks for him. But how many others were standing in line waiting for their blowjob? This could be a long night. At least there would be only one at a time."

After a couple of minutes it was plain by his moaning that she had him very, very close. It became even plainer when he placed his hands on top of her head and firmly guided her movements. That was always the main tip off in this situation that you should get ready to receive your 'reward' for a job well done. He clearly was trying to hold out for a while but she sure didn't want to have to finish this in front of whatever company was coming if she could help it. So she got serious. And when she got serious her steady strokes proved to be no match against his resolve to make it last and a huge climax started to rack him.

After a long moment, West removed his hands where his fingers were tangled in her hair. Taking that as a sign that this first round was successfully concluded, she got up from her knees and sat next to him on the couch.

"Very nice," West said. "Your practice time certainly paid off."

"Thank you, sir," she said with the sweetest smile she could come up with. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it."

When the knock came at the door, West nodded to her. "This is your assignment for the rest of the night," he said. "Go answer the door. Be very, very respectful. This person is pleasant but that can quickly turn on a dime. There is no tolerance for anything but total deference. Follow every instruction cheerfully. Remember, tonight is an amazing opportunity for you. Do a good job and it can jump start your career."

She inwardly groaned as she went to answer the door. There was some good news there. Only one man for the rest of the night. Sounded like a real hard ass control freak. Maybe this was the important, important person he was talking about. If this was a Fulcrum Elder maybe she should make an effort to be really nice to him. That might be something they could use later. But making her answer the door to greet her new 'assignment' naked? Why not also tie a bow around her fucking waist? That would set the mood quite nicely. This guy would probably take West's place on the couch within seconds. In ten minutes she would probably be earning her second 'reward' tonight.

But to her surprise, when she opened the door, it wasn't a man standing there at all. She was older, a few years anyway, not at all unattractive, but also a little past her prime. But her dress and makeup were impeccable. And that necklace was amazing. It must have cost a gazillion dollars. Definitely high class all the way.

"This is our new recruit?" the woman asked as she confidently brushed past her and stepped into the room. "My God, she's simply breathtaking."

Training aside, it was hard to keep the blush out of her face as this woman she had never seen before grinned confidently as she so overtly checked out her naked form from head to toe, something akin to how a cat would look at a mouse she had cornered. She actually had to fight against the temptation to try and cover herself with her hands. But that would be stupid. And what could she really do? There was only one way out of this except for the one she planned on. And that would mean failure. And CIA Agents simply didn't accept failure. She had come this far. All of the very valid reasons to do this were still there. Duty… country… but most important for the person that she honestly loved. This might represent a new experience or two, but there was really nothing to do except play the hand she was dealt. So she just took a single step closer towards her, put the stupid relaxed smile back on her face and faced her new 'assignment' calmly again with the submissive model's pose.

"Yes, ma'am," West said. He was already dressed and clearly headed for the door. "Don't worry. She is very talented and very eager to prove herself. She is a phenomenal kisser. I'm sure that you're going to have a very good time."

"I'm sure we are too," the woman said as she reached out her hand to caress her side for a moment then moved up and cupped her bare breast playfully. "Aren't we dear? Are these real? They're simply marvelous." She turned back to West. "I thought that you said she was blonde?"

"We had a last minute problem," West said. "Our original recruit unfortunately came down ill. Food poisoning I believe. So we had to make a switch. Fortunately we had such a lovely substitute available to step in."

"Miss Bowles, I'd like you to meet Laura."

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A/N: Okay. Deep breaths. I'm sure that you'll want to reread this to figure out what in the hell just happened and where Sarah really was in the first part of this chapter, what her sacrifice was, and who's door she knocked on.

There are a few problems with the original that hopefully have been fixed. Peter West would have never told some rookie recruit that the Elders were going to be at a party. So I had Bryce do that. Chuck would have never cheerfully given Sarah permission to go off and spend the night being the sexual plaything of another man. The most he would do is tell her that he loved her… and that wasn't going to change.

I know that some of you are going to judge Sarah's thoughts in the beginning of this chapter harshly. All I can say is that I can understand her perspective. She is frantic to protect him, honestly disagrees with Chuck on acceptable tactics, but ultimately decided that making him hurt wasn't worth it. Some of you will undoubtedly ask why Laura wasn't simply asked to do this in the first place and avoid all this angst. There is a very, very good reason that will be explained in a couple of chapters. Agent Walker is going to pay a high price for not following her orders.

If you read the original, you've probably already figured out who Laura's new mark is and her significance. When I wrote the original, I didn't know who Alexi Volkoff was. I'll bet my house that neither did Fedak. So my plans for the sequel have evolved a bit. But I think the perceptive among you can probably now see what the next mission will be, and the major, major complication that will arise.

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