A/N: Hey everyone. Once again I apologize. A toddler makes it harder to write on time. I still intend to finish this as soon as I can. I have a lot to get into these last few chapters. I will end at chapter 25. Even if I have a few chapters that approach 10k words. I appreciate all who have stuck with me. Idk what timeline will look like. But I have a 4 page outline for the next 7 chapters. I hope you enjoy this one. It is lighter. It's used to build up the next adventure for the group. And. Well. You'll see. As always please leave a review of your thoughts. Thank you all for the support.

DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN CHUCK OR ANYTHING REMOTELY FAMOUS

Chuck vs repercussions

Here is a few things you might need to know, or maybe you just forgot:

Chuck opened the door and let her in. Giving her a kiss, he asked, "Hey Sarah, is everything ok?" He could read a slight pensive look on her beautiful face.

"Chuck. I feel I owe you. I owe you a story. My story. The truth as far as I can remember. You see. None of those files you have will tell you the entire truth. Because from the start, none of them had it. You see, part of why I chose this cover name for my CIA contracts is because, my real name is actually Sarah. Sarah Lisa Kowalski."

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Chuck sat there. Stunned. He didn't know what to say. He had never expected Sarah to open up like this. It wasn't really in her natural.

"Sarah, I.." Chuck started, only to be interrupted by Sarah. "No. Chuck just listen for now. I need to get through this before I lose my nerves." Sarah took a deep breath.

This is it. You can show him what he means to you, what this relationship means to you. He has known that you don't open up. That everything about you is a lie. But not this. This is real. And he deserves to know the real you. Sarah thought to herself. She looked up to see Chuck nod, his face stern with determination to listen.

"My name isn't Samantha. Or any of the other names in that file that you saw. My father was a con man, and a fairly decent one. He taught me all about the business when I decided to leave with him when he left my mom. My early memories are of them fighting, all the time. My dad seemed like he was the fun and cool parent, in the way that a naive kid can never understand how being responsible is needed. He would have me help with the cons. I'd fake injuries, or go selling cookie that never intended to be delivered. And for a time I loved it. It made my dad proud how I could swindle someone we called a fool. But it also meant that we were moving all the time. Which made it very difficult to make friends.

"I didn't have any in fact. My dad was the only person I hung out with. And eventually, it became mandatory that he was the only one who I was allowed to hang out with. Of course, around this time is when I started to want friends my age. And that's when Graham found us. I'm not sure how, or what he saw in me to make me someone of interest to him.

"And this is where the files you have and my memories differ. If the parts that I thought were just nightmares are true, and I was actually sent on those missions and had those things done to me at such a young age, then it is far far worse. And you could double my mission log. And likely quadruple my assassination count. I only remember them as bad dreams. Since it was all supposed to get erased when they said the trigger phrase. But mine, I think have all been stored in a different part of my mind.

"But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me go back." Sarah said as she refocused. "Take your time Babe." Chuck said supportively.

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The Belgium sat in his lab waiting. He never liked working with the people he had to, but he didn't have a choice. The research he has always hoped to do, was borderline legal in the best of situations. They always kept him waiting. He knew why. It was a power move. They always had to prove he was on their time, not the other way around. But their money was always welcome. So, he sat.

Reading through his research, seeing what else he could tweak to help his project progress. He had some of the notes from Orion. Scrap pieces here or there. And one full file from Perseus. It's not like he was handed the keys to the kingdom.

How was he supposed to make sense of all of this. He couldn't recreate the Intersect with shards of a past. He would almost be better suited just starting from scratch. But he has to figure this out. He could lose much more than just a contract.

The door opened and in walked two men. Not saying a word, the taller one sets a briefcase down on the table, as the other sits. Looking around the room, the one sitting nods.

"Yes, I shall begin then. I know you are both very busy. You see, I am having an issue of recreating the project with such little of the original information." The Belgium stated. "Without more information I feel it may be a dead end, and my time would be better used on other projects." He finished hesitantly.

There was silence from the other two men, which had him uneasy. He waited nervously as the one sitting down pulled out a wallet and took out a card. The Belgium could see a badge in the wallet. He could barely make out that the man was CIA. At least, that's one of his employers.

The man stood and took out a cell phone and walked out of the room dialing a number. As the door closed, the other man cleared his throat. It felt as if he had intended to say something, and then thought the better of it. He looked towards the door, expecting it to open.

The Belgium was getting very nervous. He wasn't sure what more he could say. He knew what needed to happen, and without more to work with, this was a dead end completely. A waste of money and time. He didn't understand the obsession with it to begin with. After his work with the other projects he had been in charge of. Those that had started him down this path away from the CIA and other official government agencies.

he Just then the door opened. The shorter man walked back into the room and sat down. He had a scruffy looking beard and looked quite disheveled compared to the other taller and more clean cut man. Both looked in their 50's, not that the Belgium could talk, being in his 70's himself.

The shorter man spoke first, with a slight smirk that would make most anyone's insides cringe, "Volkoff said he wants this done. Now, let's talk."

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Sarah smiled at Chuck, who's giving her his goofy, nose scrunching grin back. I can't believe how good this feels. Knowing he isn't judging me. Won't back down, but isn't pushing either. Just accepts what I am willing to give. So, this is what love is.

Sarah sighs softly, as she continues, "Ok, Where was I? Yeah, Graham showed up. At first he was kind. He offered me a way out. My father had been caught, and my freedom was on the line too. My mom had been long gone. I didn't even remember where she was at this point. I hadn't heard from her in years. So, I was alone. My father was taken into custody for the crimes I had helped him commit. My mom was nowhere to be known. As far as I knew, there were no ties back to who I really was.

"I was a 14 year old girl, in a world without anyone or anything to fall back on. Except my skills my father had taught me, and then I honed myself as well. I had gone to the small cash dump we always had whenever we settled into a new town, and was getting ready to bolt when he came up behind me.

"If I'd known then what I know now about what he was going to put me through, I wouldn't have missed. I threw a knife at him as a warning. Hitting the tree next to him. He thought it was a miss. His arrogance thought I was helpless, and in many ways he was right.

"He kept me in regular high school for quite a while. Pulling me for at times, full weeks to send me to training or on missions. I only remember a lot of my teens as a dream. But not for the normal reason people have that.

"I vaguely remembered what they did to me. And it was too much. But who could I tell? He was the assistant director of the CIA at the time, and I was a nobody. Literally. Everything about me was erased, and he put in a file to make something official about myself. And that's where the name Samantha came from. I'd learned from my father well. Never trust someone who has power over you. And assistant director Langston Graham only had power over me.

"Like I'd said, he started off being kind. Bought me books to read, clothing, provided housing and food. Everything is need. I rarely went wanting. But I realized too late that that was by design. I was trapped. I owed him too much in my mind to walk away. And then he got me to that point is when he started pushing.

"The training got worse, harder, longer. At first I'd miss school for a day. Then a few days. Then a week. Finally after the first month long mission, he arranged for my diploma to be issued. I actually left school at 15, even though my transcripts say otherwise. I was in classes with seniors to get through.

"After that it got far worse. I started trying to push back, I didn't feel I owed him anymore. And that's when he brought my father back into it. He started threatening me that if I didn't follow through, then he was going to have my father killed in a prison riot. And then have every memory of him ever existing wiped.

"My father was far from a good man, but he was still my dad. I hated every minute of it, but I went through with whatever you told me to. Eventually, I started to have every bad thing feel like it had been a nightmare. I thought it was a coping mechanism, but as you know, it was them.

"Looking back I remember a man that would come, he would do things to me. Force me to listen to things, while he gave commands. I assume that was the brain washing. But it's so faint and vague, it would never have made a difference now. I couldn't pick him out in a crowd."

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"Can you explain to me exactly what you're wanting it to do? Then maybe I can start working on something similar." The Belgium asked hoping to be able to salvage some kind of hope for keeping this project going.

"Volkoff said that the counsel is needing this to do everything. For starters, it is meant to be intel transfer to agents. But they have heard you can add skills to its abilities. The very little the CIA has on this project anymore that isn't still classified to a point even I can't touch it, indicates it has been done and successful in a few attempts. But most of the recent ones have been complete failures. Where the people were left in a vegetable state, or just died. We need you to figure out why and how to fix it." The taller agent stated.

The one who had been seeming in charge hadn't spoken since returning from his phone call and saying to talk. He sat there typing and would occasionally look up at him. It just made him even more uncomfortable.

"Can I know your names? I need to keep record for the counsel on who has been involved. If you don't want it then you need clearance from them." The Belgium was getting annoyed. Just because they had a badge and gun didn't mean that they could bully him in his lab.

"Of course," the shorter one said, sounding in charge again. "I am Agent Quinn, and that is Agent Decker. We work directly for The Counsel. You will be answering to us for the foreseeable future. If you need confirmation you are welcome to call." Agent Quinn stated.

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Frost closed her email. It was confirmed. Her heart ached. She knew something like this was likely to happen to one of them, but she never actually thought it would be him. Not for years now. Her love, gone. Dead.

He had kept the kids safe and out of the way. Right up until some hot shot agent, that supposedly just happened to get roomed with her Chuck in college, sent him an email containing the very thing they had sworn to end.

According to Stephen, the Intersect had melded with Charles' mind like it was meant to. And with the help of his sister, they managed to make it far more effective than they had ever dreamed.

She saw his success sheet. She couldn't bring herself to call it a mission log. She hated to think what the NSA had put him through. Even with Diane in place to help. She hoped it wouldn't be too hard. She had spent so much time away from them, she had almost forgotten what it was like to be a mom.

She kicked herself, she didn't have time to wallow. Not right now. Not with everything that has happened. She still had to be on edge. She still had to be Frost. But Mary looked at the picture of her son. She worried he had started looking for her, and even more worried that he could find her. She wasn't sure how to explain what she had had to do to get to this point.

"Frost my dear, my love." The heavy British accent making it sound far smoother than it had ever felt, echoed through the hall to her office. Volkoff stepped through her office door, "Would you mind having a nightcap with me?" He said as he came into the room holding two glasses and a bottle of scotch. "A slight celebration if you will." He finished.

She felt the bottom of her stomach drop out. She knew where this heading, and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to hide the pain this time. But she plastered the perfected fake smile on and played slightly dumb. "What are we celebrating Alexi?" She asked.

"You act like you don't know." He said in a teasing tone. "Orion is gone! The man who had been a complete thorn in my side has been finally taken out. If this isn't something to toast, then I'm not sure what is! With this, business will increase 10 fold at least!" Alexi finished with a smile and offered Frost a glass.

Numb. The agent had taken over completely again. She couldn't feel anything. She smiled and took the glass. Clinking and then taking a mouthful of the scotch. Letting the peat and pepper taste burn as it went down her throat. At least it reminded her she could feel. "To growth." She forced herself to say. The crying would have to wait for later.

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"So that's it. From there you have more of my story than I do. What I do remember wasn't all that good. I had some fun times with different people. But it always had some kind of catch. Something attached to the attention I was give. Something expected of me beyond just talking and laughing together. That is, until I met you." Sarah said with a shy smile.

Chuck was beaming. He had stayed somber for most of her story, but he couldn't help but smile at the fact that he had given her hope for more to life than this. "When I met you, something changed within me. I couldn't understand someone being so good, and kind, and selfless. Especially without some ulterior motive, specifically towards me. That is why it upset me so much when you kept it from me that you were joining the NSA. It hurt on a lot of levels. You, to that point, had been the epitome of selflessness and goodness to me. But, whenever this had happened in the past, there was much more on the table than what you asked. Everyone in the past that had gone to make a deal, would have tried to bargain for me to be a part of said deal. And that has never been who I am as an agent, as you know.

Then the fact that you didn't feel you could trust me with it. That you couldn't come to me and inform me that not only had you joined the NSA, but that you were the notorious hacker that everyone I know in this business has, at some point, tried to capture. Those both hurt. More than I ever would have told you. I couldn't understand what I had done that caused you to think you couldn't trust me. Could you explain?" Sarah asked.

Chuck looked at his hands for a bit. A quiet hurt spread across his face. "The bugs in my room. And how I know the protocol for everything should go. I wouldn't be surprised to hear that you had had conversations with Graham about when and how to get rid of me. How to dispose of the asset. Am I right?" Chuck asked softly.

Sarah was stunned. She hadn't even considered what it would mean that he would know what was expected of her. That she would have had to think about and plan how to dispose of him. What to tell his sister. Then how to explain her disappearing. This was all new to her. She was not used to a protection mission being so long or involved. No one was. This wasn't covered in training. And she had had plenty of training. "Chuck." She said softly, "I am sorry."

"Sarah, it isn't really your fault. That is partly why I was so confused as to what to do. I didn't know who I could trust. Or that you would be able to control what happened with me either. I had, at one point, accepted that I was a walking dead man, if I couldn't change my situation." Chuck explained. He leaned in and gave her a kiss to reenforce the fact that he didn't blame her. "I love you Sarah Kowalski." Chuck said softly.

Causing Sarah to shiver. It wasn't that she didn't trust him anymore. It was that that name was now foreign to her. It was someone that she no longer felt she had a right to be. Someone innocent and naive. Things that she left behind long ago.

"Chuck, can you keep calling me Sarah Walker. I know that that is my cover name for this mission, but if I can be honest? I feel like my life truly started when I walked into that BuyMore." Sarah said as tears started to form. Overcome with emotion, she kissed him again. Harder than he had her. She couldn't believe how much she cared for this man. Pushing him back onto the bed. The rest of the conversation could wait.

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Frost finished her drink and stood. She needed to be alone. She craved to be alone. Even if that was what she feared more than anything. Alone. Nothing makes you feel more alone than when you know you have people who would love you, care about you, and be there for you selflessly, and you can't be with them.

She felt her entire life had been out on hold for well over a decade, approaching two at this point. And the only one she could blame is herself. She, in essence, had chosen this. "Alexi, I believe it is time for me to go to bed. Thank you for this lovely scotch." She said as she stood to leave.

"Oh must you go?" Alexi Volkoff said with a faux pout. "One of this nights I will get you to stay, my love. I just know it." He said with a sly wink. His demeanor giving a charm that did not meet his eyes.

Frost knew the truth. She know more than he did even. And she knew that there was no way he would ever get her into his bed. "Goodnight Alexi." She said as she walked out. As she did, she touched the door frame on her way out. Placing a small receiver for a parabolic microphone there.

Getting back to her room she made sure the door was locked. Swept the room for bugs of any kind. Finding 2, one she knew wasn't Alexi's, the other being their standard for bugging every room for safety. She knew she was in the clear for another night. Opening her laptop, she took off her necklace and collapsed it down. Inserting it into the USB port, and holding down the power button for 30 seconds and then a minute. The once necklace lit up.

The Orion symbol displaying on the laptop, she typed in her password. Up popped the face of Stephen Bartowski.

"My beautiful wife, Mary. I want you to know that there hasn't been a day that I didn't think about you. About our family. About what we lost. I will forever regret not double checking my work on that initial software.

"As I have no doubt you will know by now, this will be my last transmission to your device. I am gone. And with me, us ever having our full family back together. I know it was what we had always fought for. But we both knew that one day we were likely to lose it all.

"Thankfully not all is lost. You know about our son now, and Ellie is doing well. I hope soon you will be able to get away and see them. Though I understand why that isn't a good idea now more than I ever did. In the next few days you will be receiving files that I stumbled across that I know now, we're never meant for any of our eyes, to this device. Be sure to read through every file. Commit it to memory. You will need to know it all moving forward if what I think is going to happen does.

"Chuck will need you. Ellie will need you. So please, when you can, come out of the shadows. Out of the darkness. There is work to do in the light. I love you my dear Mary. With all my heart." Stephen said. As his picture on the screen cut out, you could see tears falling from his eyes. His wedding ring shining in the camera.

Marry kicked herself for the millionth time. She couldn't wear hers. Not while on assignment. And it still killed her inside. Even after all these years. She felt naked without it.

Quickly remembering what was going on, she typed a few commands into the laptop, and up came a recording software. She played back the recording she had missed on time and a half speed. She heard a name she hadn't heard in quite a while. So she flipped over to the video log. To make sure she got everything she needed.

On the screen she watched it play out:

Alexi watched her leave the room. As soon as she was out of sight, the smile fell from his face. The real Alexi was on full display. He called some guards in to clear the cups, as he started looking around the room. He was always very paranoid, but never thought that she would betray him. Ever. If only he knew the depths of her betrayal.

Alexi walked to a monitor and brought up the keyboard and started working. She brought up the logs from his computer that got copied over to hers. She watched as he sent several threatening emails. A couple to world leaders. None of that surprised her. She watched him bring up payroll. Going through his books, nothing she didn't already know. As she was in charge of them. He was double checking her work.

He then pulled out his phone. She flipped over to the clone of his phone she had on an app to record everything. She knew he was untouchable. Where they were, and what he had on many world leaders kept him safe. Even more concerning was the texts he would send twice a day. She had traced the number, but it was always a dead end. Some burner or another. Always with what seemed like an order. But nothing ever came or went. She was never told about it. It bothered her.

Frost thought back on her earlier days in the CIA. Before everything in her life went to shit. Before her world crashed. She had always trusted her gut. It had rarely ever been wrong. About Stephen was the biggest one that she could remember. That brought a sad smile to her face. She had underestimated him. Just like everyone always did. And he made her pay by making her fall in love with him.

Shaking her head, she got back to it. Bringing up the recording of the phone call. She jotted down the number. Then any names or references to names. She never listened the first time on a recording. It was data gathering. She would listen to it again. And again if needed. And those would be for listening very closely.

She rewound it and played it back again. Alexi gets a call from a number she knows. She'll have to review the logged numbers again. The recording says:

Alexi "What?"

Agent "He has nothing really. You sure this guy is worth the trouble?"

Alexi "Are you questioning me? This is who we need. He will be able to create exactly what I am wanting."

Agent "No sir. It just seems like this scientist is a fraud. He doesn't even seem confident if he can make it when we get him everything he said he needs."

Alexi "You underestimate him. He is the fifth brightest man I have ever known. And he knows, if he doesn't, then I'll kill him myself."

Agent "So what is it that you are wanting Sir?"

Alexi "I'm wanting the Intersect rebuilt and for my own use. But with some modifications Agent Quinn. The weakness of the United States Government is their rules. Their laws. They wanted the basics of what this technology was capable of. But my plan is much more broad.

"There are many more applications for it. Atreus has a vision, and he has told me what to do. I will have the specifications sent to the Belgium of what all is expected in the different designed he has planned."

Agent Quinn "Does the Ring know of his plans?"

Alexi "It doesn't matter if they do not don't. They will fall in line, just like they always have. No one disappoints Atreus. Now finish up there, I have another mission for you and your dog on a leash."

Agent Quinn "We will be done here in the next few hours. What is the next mission?"

Alexi "Very well. We have the location of the current Intersect now. Atreus has told me, you will be flying to Burbank California to retrieve him. Then bring him to the Belgium. He will have everything. He needs then to continue his work."

Agent Quinn "Very well. I will message when we leave."

The call ended and Frost stood there. She knew what she needed to do, but she wasn't sure how to get it done in time. She had to get to Chuck. To her family. To protect them from those thugs. She knew who Alexi was talking about. Quinn and Decker were notorious for the ruthlessness and brutality. She couldn't believe that they were being sent in for such a delicate task.

She got a go bag ready. She could easily say she was off on assignment. Alexi rarely questioned her anymore. She was his right hand. By design. And now was the time to take advantage of that. But not without giving a heads up to her old friend.

Mary grabbed her bag, and left a note for Alexi saying there were issues that she was looking into in their operations in Mexico. Which wasn't entirely a lie. It was something he knew she had been frustrated with for a while. But offered her an excuse to be in that part of the world.

Sneaking out her window, she preferred to come and go without anyone knowing. No matter what.

She made her way to the private airport. Getting into her plane, she got to altitude. Sure she was safe and alone now. She swept the cabin. It was clear as she had known since the first sweep on the ground. But she was always careful. Pulling the phone out that she had under several dials that were actually broken on the dash, she activated it.

The load screen came up with the Orion symbol. Linking it to their satellite, she activated the call.

General Beckman was just starting her work day when the call came in on her phone that she kept hidden at all times. The phone Orion had given her decades before. The phone that hadn't rang since her friend went into her last mission.

Picking it up and letting it connect she heard a voice that was known to be calm in all situations sound slightly panicked.

"Diane. He knows where the Intersect is. He knows, and he is sending Decker and Quinn. Get everyone ready, and I hope you have a plan." The call ended

General Beckman quickly dialed Casey.

"It's time. They are coming. A war is coming. And I'm not sure if we are ready. There can be no mistakes." She hung up the phone and slumped her shoulders. She knew this day would come, she just had hoped it would take longer.

A/N: Frost plays more of a role in this one! Dare a say "winter is coming"? Oh the places this story is going to go. I hope everyone enjoys the ride. Again, please review.