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.

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Commitment to Duty

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Chuck was sitting at the desk in their room staring at the computer screen. Clearly he wasn't paying much attention to the intelligence report that Beckman had asked him to review. It was obviously a rather lame attempt by the General to take his mind off Sarah anyway, lame perhaps, but thoughtful nonetheless. Nice try, but he was far too deep in thought to notice that the screen saver had long ago kicked in and flying toasters were everywhere.

Sarah had only been gone for about fifteen minutes. She was probably just getting there. It was better to follow Sarah's advice and just not think too much about it. Chuck really couldn't get a handle on his emotions. At first he was definitely angry. She just didn't get it. Did she really expect him to stand there calmly, smile sweetly, and give her permission to walk into a hotel room and fuck another man over and over? Then have to deal with her guilt and pick up the pieces? Okay, so it wasn't exactly like that. But still…

But as he sat and thought about it more, his anger turned more into guilt. Sarah was a hero… and that didn't come close to it. She was amazing. In any way you could possibly think of, Sarah Walker was truly amazing. And there was no way you could call this cheating on him. She was the most loyal person he knew, was actually dreading this as much or more than he was. But she was willing to make these huge sacrifices without really thinking about the cost to her. She would pretend that it didn't matter… when it was clear that it affected her.

And here was the real kick in the head. She was doing it totally for him. She was willing to do whatever it took to protect him. That was actually something that Chuck understood. Because he was just as willing to do anything to protect her. And however much he disagreed with the priorities or tactics that the CIA had brainwashed into her, and he certainly did disagree, it was hard to not get a tingle in his chest at those constant and irrefutable reminders of how fiercely she loved him. If she'd let him, he'd very quickly tend to feel unworthy and inadequate. But she would never tolerate that. She was constantly building him up.

Not only that, he had known her for a year before they went on their first real date. He knew exactly what he was getting with Sarah Walker almost from day one. To ask her to change from 'super spy' to 'girl next door, wife and mother' overnight wasn't very fair. And in fairness, she had already made amazing strides. He was so proud of her, couldn't imagine loving someone as hard as he loved her.

So why couldn't he just suck it up and support her? What did this say about him? Was this possessiveness? Jealousy? Couldn't he just try a little harder? Chuck was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't notice her come into the room until she was standing there staring at him.

"I don't want to fight with you anymore," she finally said. "I hate it when you're all mad and disappointed in me. It's exhausting. It makes me want to cry."

She hadn't gone through with it. At first Chuck was too relieved to see her to even think about what she was saying. But when it finally sunk in he instantly knew what she was saying with those few words. Sarah Walker didn't like to cry. She liked to make other people cry. So he quickly stood to face her. "I don't want to fight with you either," he said. "I hate it too."

Suddenly they were lying on the bed kissing. When Sarah launched herself into his arms the momentum carried them to fall backwards helplessly there. That was clearly her plan. It was just as well, since they were clearly destined to wind up in the bed in just a few seconds anyway.

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you," Sarah said softly between kisses. "I understand that I don't quite get your point of view on this. To be honest I still don't. But that doesn't really matter. I'm going to be your wife, in every sense of the word. That simply has to be #1 for me. It's important that I never do anything knowing that it will hurt you. That's not fair of me."

Chuck's mouth was pretty busy kissing her neck. But he was able to pause long enough to nod and acknowledge her statement.

Sarah's tone changed a little, became a little more frustrated. "But I'm also your bodyguard, Chuck. You have to admit that. Some things simply haven't changed. You're in fairly constant danger with a huge target on your back. I still insist that you allow me to protect you. Please don't make me apologize for that. That's not fair of you."

Chuck nodded again.

"So here is the new deal I'd like to propose," Sarah continued. "You'll promise me that whenever you're in imminent danger, you'll immediately follow every single one of my orders without pausing first trying to figure out what they mean, including staying in the fucking car when you're told. And in exchange for that promise, you now have complete veto power over any assignment that I'm asked to perform as a spy. That doesn't always mean that I'll agree. I might try and get you to see things my way sometimes. But even when I disagree, if I can't convince you, it's no with zero pouting allowed on my part. That's the only way for us to ever raise a family. So I promise it will become my priority. I love you. Do we have a deal?"

"Thank you," Chuck said. "I understand that this isn't a normal situation. You're not the bad guy here. Our circumstance is not your fault. I get that. You're a hero's hero, prepared to make ridiculous sacrifices for me. And maybe this priority thing is something that we'll have to agree to disagree about. I'm not trying to tie your hands behind your back. But there is something that you have to know. Even when I disagree with your decisions, I totally understand why you're so willing to do it. I'm simply in awe of that. I'm sure that I don't deserve to be loved like you love me. I need to find a way to deal with my emotions and never allow you to question that. I promise that will become my priority as well. I love you too. So, yes, we have a deal."

Sarah was obviously relieved that the crisis was past. It was now time to mark this fight as officially over with some intense makeup sex. "Okay," she whispered again between ever more intense kisses. "We're both sorry. Tying my hands behind my back might actually be a little fun. I have the handcuffs. Can we maybe save that for some other time? I have some other rather specific plans for tonight, and they don't include you being dressed in any way. Chuck, if you're not naked in thirty seconds, you're really going to be in imminent danger. Do we understand each other?"

Fortunately, Chuck fully recognized her playful tone. And since he was only wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants he didn't need close to the thirty seconds. "What about you?" he asked with a grin. "You have more clothes on. Thirty seconds doesn't seem practical somehow."

"I know," Sarah said as she broke the kiss and got off the bed. "I'm actually planning on taking a little longer." She looked Chuck directly in the eyes and she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. "Here is something that you perhaps haven't thought through. If you're going to insist that you be the only man to ever see me naked, you're going to have to deal with seeing it… a lot. I have some making up to do, don't you think? I can see your Mr. Bartowski Junior down there is getting pretty excited. But I'm afraid that's not good enough for me."

Sarah had no way to know this but she was standing there posing for her very soon to be husband, striking that model's pose wearing nothing but her smile at exactly the same time that Laura was doing the exact same thing for her mark just a few hotels down the Vegas strip. They were both striking that same model's pose designed to showcase their body for a man. The only difference was that one was having a much better time than the other. "Let's see if the show I'm about to put on for Mr. Bartowski Junior down there can set a record."

"A record?" Chuck asked as he sat on the side of the bed grinning at her. "Just how do you measure something like that anyway? By the way, is this a perk of our new deal? You really should have mentioned it. Did the CIA Academy really teach you nothing about negotiation tactics?"

Sarah stepped up to him and gently placed her finger on his lips to stop his incessant babbling. His teasing may have been very cute, but it didn't really fit the mood she was going for tonight. "I know that what is about to happen may make you a little uncomfortable, maybe even embarrass you a little," she said seductively as she took her seat on the chair across from him. "Tough. Tonight I'm in charge and I'm making a point. Although I may have learned some of these techniques in CIA training, this is not a CIA Agent playing a mark. I'll freely admit that an outside observer wouldn't be able to tell the difference. You need to be able to tell the difference. This is just a girl, a simple girl, making sure that her guy knows how very much she loves him. So watch and learn. Silently. The only thing I want coming from your lips are moans."

Chuck was about to continue teasing her. But the smart remark died on his lips when he saw Sarah caress her breast sensually. All he could do was look on helplessly as she placed her hand flat on her stomach and slowly began moving south. He could see her soft relaxed smile as she performed for him. But all he could feel was the beating of his own heart about ready to pound out of his chest. It was almost an out of body experience when she finally got up, walked to where he was sitting on the bed, kissed him lovingly for a long moment, and then slowly kneeled in front of him.

Sarah was right. To an impartial observer it would look like almost identical scenes were playing out in those two hotel rooms. Laura and Sarah were doing basically the same physical things at virtually the same exact time. The only differences were emotional, sense of duty, enthusiasm, love. But they were huge, enormous, almost indescribable differences.

The ironic thing is that both women were doing their duty.

Laura's duty was to something bigger than herself, the greater good. She wasn't having fun, far from it. She was doing the job she had been trained for, a mildly disgusting job. She was using the weapons she had been given, making a sacrifice like so many before her.

Sarah's duty was to an even higher notion… true love. And okay, there was a major difference. Yes, she was having fun. In fact fun didn't come close to describing it. Actually the more she concentrated on the details of her performance that she knew would turn him on, the more she found herself getting turned on even more than he was. In fact this was head and shoulders the most she had ever been aroused in her whole life, watching him get so massively turned on simply by watching the show she was putting on for him. But after a while, as both rooms became filled with the combination of soft sucking sounds and moans, she knew that she was also making every bit as big a point. Chuck had learned the difference between sex and love. This was love. She was showing the great, true love of her life what he meant to her, that he was #1 in her life… and always, always, forever always would be.

Both women ended up very content with their choice.

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As soon as Peter West left the room, Bowles released Laura's breast with a playful tweak of her nipple and went to sit on the couch, exactly where West had been sitting. "I think I'm going to have a drink," she said. "Are you having something?"

Laura wasn't sure how to address her. West had called her 'Miss Bowles'. But she wasn't sure that much familiarity applied to her, at least not so soon. Better to play it safe. One thing for sure, when a mark asked you if you wanted a drink, it wasn't really a question. And since she was sitting relaxing on the couch making no movement whatsoever towards the bar across the room, it was clear she expected to be served for the evening… probably at several different levels that involved far more than just making drinks. "Yes, ma'am," she said as she walked to the bar. "What can I get you?"

"I'll have bourbon, straight up," she replied. "You should have vodka. Those tastes mix well on the tongues."

Well Laura had just learned several things. First, since she hadn't been corrected, 'ma'am' was the correct address for the night. Second, their tongues were going to touch imminently, which meant Sarah Walker now owed her big, big time… and Chuck even more. Last but certainly not least, not that he needed much help in this particular area, but after tonight she would now have a story that would keep Seth hard as a rock for a month. It would give her the advantage over him in bed for a long, long time. And since he used his advantage without mercy when he had it, this could prove quite beneficial. Straight vodka wasn't her favorite drink. But maybe tonight tipping back a couple of shots would be in order. So she poured the two drinks, put them on a tray and carried them over to where Bowles was sitting. "Here you go, ma'am," she said. "Your necklace is stunning."

Maybe Laura was firmly into uncharted territory here, after all her instincts didn't include knowing how to flirt with another woman. But she had just hit a homerun. Bowles' smile looked honestly genuine. "Thank you," she said. "Isn't it? It's from the horde of Czar Nicholas II. It was a gift from Alexi Volkoff. Would you like to try it on? It would look fabulous against your light complexion."

Laura wasn't sure where this was going, but there was no way to refuse. Besides, she was right. It would look fabulous on her… even with it being the only thing she would be wearing. So she took a quick sip of her vodka and sat it on the table. "Thank you, ma'am," she said. "Alexi Volkoff, the Russian arms dealer? That's very impressive."

Bowles reached behind her neck and unclasped the necklace. She held it out in a clear sign. So Laura leaned forward and allowed Bowles to place the necklace around her neck and fasten it. As she did, she pulled Laura into a kiss.

Laura didn't really know what to do. Well, that wasn't really true. It's just that she had never before kissed a woman like this. But she clearly had no way out. So the only thing she could think of to do was to pretend that she was kissing a mark, a male mark, open her mouth, seek out his tongue with hers, and make it as exciting for him as she possibly could. Laura was on a roll. Two swings, two massive home runs in a row. And actually Bowles was right. The taste of bourbon and vodka together was surprisingly good.

Bowles didn't press the issue and keep their tongues dancing for very long. For one thing, Laura's current position, standing there leaning over to her, wasn't very comfortable. She was clearly just testing how much Laura was willing to participate. Once she found out that the answer was as she expected she broke the kiss. "My God, you're beautiful," she whispered. "Maybe after you're fully on board with the organization I'll take you to Russia to meet him. Alexi would totally love you. You are exactly his type. And we could have so much fun on the trip."

Laura's spirits definitely picked up. Alexi Volkoff? Nuclear weapons dealer? Public enemy #1? She resisted the temptation to ask what made her his type. The black hair? The fact that she was naked? Or her clear willingness to hit her knees for anything on two legs? This was now turning out to be a most productive night. Sarah would be kicking herself for passing this one up. Well the old Sarah before Chuck would have anyway. A Fulcrum Elder and now a shot at Alexi Volkoff? It was the evil scumbag mother lode. "Thank you, ma'am," she said. "I'd appreciate the opportunity, in both senses. I'm sure I could find a way to make it fun."

Bowles took a sip of her drink and leaned back on the couch. "We're going to have such a good time tonight," she said. "Just stand there and let me take you in for a minute. Tell me, Laura. Be honest with me. You're nervous, aren't you?"

Laura assumed the familiar model's pose and thought about how to respond. In the first place, when a male mark said how good of a time you were going to have what he really meant was how good of a time he was expecting you to provide for him. Laura wasn't totally sure but she strongly suspected that applied to female marks as well. She had just asked if she was nervous. CIA Agents, and now Fulcrum Agents, didn't get nervous. It was the first thing that you were taught. This woman would know that. It might come across as a sign of weakness. On the other hand, Bowles seemed to genuinely like her. Maybe a little honesty would come across as submissive. "A little, ma'am," she admitted. "It's just that this is a little outside of my past experiences. I'm not exactly sure what you want me to do. I don't want to disappoint you in any way. I'm hoping that doesn't offend you, ma'am."

Fortunately Bowles' grin told Laura that she had guessed correctly. "Good," she said. "I like it when they're a little nervous. It's a huge turn-on. It means that you'll make the extra effort to make sure that I'm happy, isn't that right, Laura?"

"Yes, ma'am," Laura said. "Of course. I want you to be very happy."

"Excellent," Bowles said with a laugh as she patted the couch next to her. "Don't worry dear. I'm going to teach you everything that you need to know. I'm going to give you plenty of practice time. We have all night. West says that you're a fabulous kisser. I certainly enjoyed our little appetizer just now. Perhaps now you'd like to come over here, get a little more comfortable, and prove Director West correct while you're slowly helping me out of these clothes. Then after we're nicely warmed up, we'll move this to the bed. I do believe that you're going to make me very, very happy."

Well that settled it. It was definitely time for some new experiences. So Laura put the softest smile on her face that she could come up with, tipped back what remained of her double shot of vodka in a single swallow, and obediently took her spot on the couch.

"Yes, ma'am," she repeated just before their lips met. "I want you to be very, very happy."

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Chuck and Sarah were cuddled in their favorite position.

"That was without question the most intense feeling of my life," Chuck finally admitted. "Thank you for the effort. I'm just not sure which record you were going for. Intensity? Duration? Moans per minute? Help me out here."

Sarah wasn't sure why his simple admission made her feel so wonderful. She already knew it was true. But it did. And okay, so the nervous babbling that had been so annoying only a half hour ago was now so incredibly cute. "Has anybody ever told you that you over-analyze things?" she asked playfully without lifting her head from its most comfortable spot.

"Only about ten times a day," Chuck laughed.

"Well, consider this an assignment," Sarah said, still playfully. "Just this one time, please don't try and figure out why that was so intense or why watching what I was doing just for you turned you on so much... then figure out some way to feel guilty about it. Just lie there catching your breath, accept it for what it was, the woman who loves you going the extra mile for you, and enjoy the memory. Please do that for me, okay?"

"Okay," Chuck said while still laughing. "For the record, from where I was sitting it looked like you were doing the first part more for yourself than for me." Then he responded to her annoyed look. "I'm sorry," he quickly said. "Assignment accepted. You do realize that your assignment is only going to make me want it again in about ten minutes, right?"

"Of course," Sarah said, her grin hidden buried in his chest. "Why do you think I gave you the assignment in the first place? I'm impressed at how well that worked. I've never seen you like that. Maybe that's something that I need to tuck away for a rainy day. The next one you're going to have to earn somehow. I'm not stupid."

"You're not stupid," Chuck agreed with a laugh. "No one would say that. But you're also full of crap. For one thing, I'm pretty sure you had a pretty good idea that would affect me the way it did. Why else would you have done it? I'd also like to point out in protest that we're in the dessert. It hardly ever rains here. But that doesn't matter. This is not currency between us, something that I'm going to need to earn. It's something that you're eager to give to me. You and I both know that if I asked you, you'd get up and do that same exact thing, and even more, for me right now… or anytime I wanted. I have to admit, that fact in itself is a huge turn on. I can see in your face that it is just as much of a turn on for you. It almost makes me want to call you on it."

Sarah could only smile as the blush quickly ran up her neck and into her face. What could she possibly say to that? He had just totally nailed her. They both knew she could never say no to him, even if she wanted to, would be eager to do anything in or out of bed that he asked, and would in fact relish the opportunity. The electric tinkle that the very thought had just sent through her thighs made her wish the clock on that damn ten minutes would move just a little bit faster.

"Anytime I want," Chuck repeated playfully just for emphasis. "I think that I'd like to hear you admit that."

"Okay," Sarah said, still blushing, making no effort to deny what was so clearly true. "I surrender. Yes, you get absolutely anything that you want from me anytime you want it. In fact just thinking about you actually demanding something from me is a huge turn-on. Are you happy now that I've admitted it?"

"Wow," Chuck said with a grin. "Absolutely anything? Like what?"

That got an embarrassed laugh. "Try me," was all she said. "You've clearly made your point. Now you're just gloating."

Chuck grinned as he watched her blushing face simply light up the room. "Maybe," he replied. But he quickly let her off the hook. "Would it be over analytical to ask what we're going to do now?"

"I thought that we had already established that," Sarah replied. "Unless you have some immediate plans to test your new found power, I'm pretty sure that you would do anything I asked you as well. Unlike you, I am about to call you on it. We're going to lie here catching our breath for ten minutes and then you're going to show me today's version of that particular talent you've proved yourself such an expert at. After all, we simply can't allow such an amazing skill to atrophy."

"For one thing, I really don't think that's a skill that can atrophy," Chuck laughed. "But I didn't mean that. I was thinking in slightly bigger terms. What are we going to do with Peter West?"

"The same thing we were always going to do," Sarah replied. "Get him to reveal the Fulcrum Elders and then shoot the sick bastard in the head."

Chuck was clearly confused. "How can we do that?" he asked. "You didn't show up."

"No," Sarah agreed. "But I did something harder. I took your advice. I went to Laura's room and knocked on the door. I stood in the hall for ten minutes trying to decide if I could do it. It was maybe the hardest thing I've ever done. I told her that if she would change places with me tonight that I would forgive her and honestly work with her to get back to where we were. She was all over that."

"You mean…"

"Yup," Sarah answered. "She took my negligees. She's with him right now."

Chuck paused for a moment and allowed the relief to wash over him. It was possibly the best news he'd ever heard. But then the nagging thoughts came creeping back. "I'm glad it's not you fucking him right now," he said softly. "I'll not lie about that. But I don't want it to be Laura either. That sort of makes me a hypocrite, doesn't it?"

"What it makes you, Chuck Bartowski, is the sweetest guy in the world," Sarah said as she reached up to kiss him lovingly. "Will you please just listen to me with an open mind for a minute? I know that you love to worry about the people that you care about. But you don't need to worry about Laura, at least not about this. She is simply not wired like you. This doesn't mean all that much to her. I'll not pretend that she is enjoying herself tonight, nobody would. But it's not all that horrible for her either. For one thing, Seth couldn't care less who she fucks. He's probably in his room watching a pay-per-view movie and doing himself a big favor as we speak. That's probably as far as I want to go in visualizing that particular scene. Laura sees this just like Carina would, just like I would have a year ago, as a mildly unpleasant but necessary chore, something akin to scrubbing out the toilet. Trust me. I know her. Tomorrow she'll be teasing us all about it, telling us many more vivid details than we want to know. As long as we're having this discussion, once we stop living in a hotel, I'm not going to always be the one scrubbing out the toilet. I hate that job. It's disgusting."

Chuck ignored the shot. "Laura is not like Carina," he said skeptically. "I don't believe that. Laura is actually a good person."

"Meaning that you think that Carina's not?" Sarah asked with a laugh. "They are more alike than you think. You just have been allowed to know Laura better. You've only seen the hard candy tough-girl shell that Carina's allowed you to see. When she comes to trust you enough to allow you to see inside that shell, you'll find that you like her, maybe even someday come to love her as much as I do. She's warm, caring, and generous. She would walk through fire for me. But you're right about Laura. You really like her, don't you? Do I have something to worry about?"

Chuck knew Sarah well enough to know that she was mostly kidding… but not totally. "Is that a serious question?" he asked in faux annoyance. "I think she would be good for you. You need a girlfriend. You have Ellie, but Laura is someone who gets the life. And for the record, you have plenty of things to worry about. But the thought of me and another woman isn't one of them. Laura is funny, and fun to be around. But I'm where I want to be."

"You left out beautiful," Sarah said with a smile. "It's okay to admit that."

"And you think you're the only one here who isn't stupid?" Chuck asked facetiously. "Besides, I'm with the most beautiful woman in the world. Laura might be beautiful, but she doesn't come all that close to you. Nobody does. That wasn't hyperbole. I honestly think so. Since the first day I met you until right now, you simply take my breath away. I haven't been telling you that enough lately."

"That was a very good answer," Sarah said, surprised by the second blush within two minutes she could feel rushing up her neck at his so generous compliment. It felt wonderful. "You actually tell me that plenty. It always makes me feel great. So, thank you."

"Although I must admit," Chuck said playfully. "I'm maybe not qualified to give an expert opinion. I haven't seen Laura naked…"

That got them both laughing. "Do the words 'quit while you're ahead' mean anything to you?" Sarah asked when she could stop laughing. "I'm where I want to be too."

Chuck suddenly turned more serious. "I want you to admit something to me," he said.

"What's that?"

"Using sex on missions bothers you more than you're pretending," Chuck said softly. "Laura was right. It's not healthy."

Sarah just stayed still on his chest for a long moment. There was no sense trying to hide anything from him. He could see through her. "Okay," she finally said. "Yes, I hate it. I don't think I've ever pretended any different. But it was my job, Chuck. I'm not ashamed of what I've done. I've stopped some very bad people, saved scores of lives. I surely wouldn't mind if it never happened again."

"What do you think he's making her do right now?" Chuck asked, more to change the subject than anything.

Sarah lifted her head to look at him. She was surprised by the playful tone of that question, wondered if it was a serious one. She was even more surprised by what she could feel growing against her leg. Did those ten minutes just fly by? Or was he imagining an image that was maybe a little exciting for him? That was interesting. Maybe even something to be a little jealous of, or to be able to claim it anyway. Then again maybe she could stoke that slightly voyeuristic fire with a more descriptive erotic story the next time she was going for a record, maybe even with a practical demonstration of some example acts. "I don't know, sweetie," she said. "He'll get whatever he asks her for. He's pretty much totally calling the shots. It's impossible to predict exactly what a man like that will ask for. They are probably doing what we should be doing. Well, maybe not exactly what we should be doing. I really don't see that specific act coming into play anytime tonight."

It was fairly ironic. Sarah would never know this, but she was oh-for-two with her predictions. Seth was staying in a bunk in the FBI office. No pay per view porn was available. It was entirely possible that he was indeed doing himself a big favor in the dark room. But, well only he and the person who changed the sheets would ever know.

There was one thing that she did know without him even saying it. Chuck was going to dedicate the rest of the night to making sure that his fiancé got her very favorite thing for as long and as many times as she wanted… and that he showed her in word and deed how much he loved her. In fact, he was already gently pushing her knees apart, kissing his way quickly up the inside of her thighs.

Not that Sarah was thinking much about Laura or her assignment at the moment. Chuck's probing tongue expertly swirling around her #1 hot button had already robbed her of most of her capacity for rational thought. But she was also absolutely wrong about what Laura was currently doing. It was an honest mistake. That particular act rarely came into play on a seduction mission. Laura knew that. Hell, she probably knew as much about sex as anyone on the planet. But in this one particular limited but nonetheless important skill, Laura Carter actually had to defer to Chuck Bartowski. She couldn't claim his experience, enthusiasm, or quality. In fact she was a total rookie.

But for tonight at least, they would be equals in quantity.

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