A/N: So for those asking, I'm not bringing in anyone else's "Sarah" into this fic. I mean, I have over a hundred stories, I have plenty to choose from. Is this insane? Yes. I mean, have you read my Chuck vs the Uprising or Carmichael and Walker? They are insane. Also…did I mention them for a reason? *Shrugs shoulders as a shit-eating grin covers my face* I don't know *he said in the most sing-songy voice ever*.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck….but with what I imply with this fic….I might be saying Sarah does.

He tossed and turned, this….dream….no, a nightmare…an absolute nightmare…it was awful. It felt so wrong. It felt like something was wrong…and not just a little wrong…but…the whole universe was wrong.

He saw himself lying on a hospital bed. His body was unresponsive. He had heard Casey say, "the lights were on but nobody was home." What did that mean?

He heard an argument and the scene shifted. He was in a chapel, in a hospital. It wasn't a normal hospital…it was…it was like what you would expect from some super secret hospital. Which would make sense since he had the Intersect at one time. Wait. The Intersect?

Was he back in that world? Was he back in the world where Jenny Burton left him that night after the weekend in Stanford? Sarah had told him about that world…but it wasn't that world…This world….it seemed…it seemed important….and wrong.

"Why do you say I can't go back in time?" Sarah asked Morgan.

Chuck's mouth dropped, hearing those words out of his wife…except…she wasn't his wife. This wasn't his Sarah. This was…this was the girlfriend of the man in the bed. God, this was confusing, and he had read Crisis on Infinite Earths. Is that what this was…was this…was this his crisis?

"Sarah, time travel doesn't exist," Morgan said. Sarah stared at him. "If it did, don't you think someone would have taken out Hitler?"

"What if they have, realized all it messed up, and put it back," Sarah countered.

Morgan started to reply, but stopped. "I mean…I wouldn't know, would I?"

"Exactly," Sarah told him.

"Sarah, what you're saying…what you're suggesting…you would change everything," Morgan told her. "We literally wouldn't exist because we would have never had this moment."

"But somewhere, I would have Chuck," Sarah countered.

"No, you wouldn't," Morgan said.

"Then what does it matter, because without him…without him I have nothing."

Chuck wanted to hold her. He knew it wasn't his Sarah, but it was Sarah all the same. It was a person hurting, losing the love of her life.

"Area 51," Morgan said. "If there's anything that can do what you are suggesting, that's where you start." He paused a second. "Robin Mossley," Morgan added. "It's been rumored in some circles that he has made advances in time travel."

"Rumored in some circles?" Sarah asked.

"Do you really want me to tell you where I am on the internet?" Morgan asked. Sarah shook her head. "So, what are you going to do?"

"I can't do anything here," Sarah said. "But maybe, just maybe I can make a difference somewhere else."

"I'll call you if he changes, or wakes up, or…." Morgan trailed off.

"Morgan, I won't stop until I fix this," Sarah told him. "I was late. Somehow I got slowed down getting to him. I know that in my heart. I know I was supposed to save him."

"It isn't your fault," Morgan told her. Sarah snorted. "It isn't."

"If I had told him the Intersect didn't matter…if I had told him that I loved him for him and that thing in his head…." She was fighting tears. "All I had to do was be a normal girlfriend. A normal damn girlfriend…" She trailed off, unable to speak.

"Hey, hey," he said, pulling her into a hug. Chuck was so glad Morgan was there for Sarah. "It's not your fault." She pulled away and gave him a look. "Okay, I'm not talking you out of this insanity, so…go. I'll take care of Ellie."

"When's the last time you seen her?" Sarah asked.

"A few days ago," Morgan said. "All she does is study and sleep when she has to. Awesome is making her eat." Sarah nodded. "You know, I'm not going to lie, I think you can do it."

"I will," she promised him. And with that, she slipped out the door and left, leaving Morgan standing there alone….well, with Chuck, but he couldn't see Chuck.

"If anyone can punch time, or the universe, or whatever, it's her…but I don't think that's going to be enough," Morgan said. He began to cry. "I miss you, Buddy. I miss you."

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Chuck looked up at the night sky. After waking from the dream, he quietly slipped from the bed, and went and sat on the back porch. He was looking at the stars, when he felt a familiar, comforting arm, wrap around him. "Bad dream?" she asked into his ear.

He brought his left hand up, placing it on the arm that was around him, and leaned into her. "Yeah," Chuck replied. "And….just weird."

"Oh?" Sarah asked. "How weird?"

"You were trying to find out how to go back in time to save me," Chuck told her.

"What?" Sarah asked. "That sounds like a you thing."

"I know," Chuck answered, shaking his head. "It's just…it felt real…and it felt like it was wrong."

"Me talking about going back in time…yes, that does feel wrong," Sarah agreed.

"Okay," he agreed, chuckling. "That does sound wrong, but also…also it felt like…it felt like a crisis level event."

"I'm going to regret asking this," Sarah mumbled.

"It's a comic book thing," Chuck admitted.

"I was right," Sarah told him. She kissed the side of his head. "Go back to bed, you get all grumpy without enough sleep."

"I'm the one who's grumpy without enough sleep?" Chuck asked. She swatted him good-naturedly. "You coming?"

"In a minute, I want to look at the stars," Sarah told him. "Hey, any chance your dream…it was the world I told you I dreamed about?"

Chuck thought for a second. "No," Chuck told her. "It seemed really different. It seemed like you were a spy."

"I see," Sarah said. "You sure you didn't watch Whiskey Tango again, and got pulled into all that spy drama?"

"I'm sorry that I wanted to see Laura Cohan's character evolve," Chuck retorted.

"No you're not, you think she's hot," Sarah told him, winking at him.

"I mean…she is attractive," Chuck admitted. "But she's got nothing on you, babe."

"Go to bed," Sarah said gently. "Good night. Love you."

"Love you," Chuck said, as he went inside.

Sarah sat there for a few moments, and then she saw it. A shimmering portal opened, and what Sarah could only call an older version of herself stepped out. The older woman walked over, and sat on the step next to Sarah.

"I think this is my favorite universe," Prime Sarah said. She looked over to her younger self. "Maybe it's because you were probably the first one to see another one of us."

"Is my Chuck going to be okay?" Sarah asked.

Prime Sarah nodded. "Yeah, he just happened to somehow find his way into the moment I made the decision I would rip a hole through time and space to save him."

"Listen, you can't say those words out loud," Sarah told Prime Sarah. "First, I hope to GOD I look as good as you when I get to your age." Prime Sarah smiled. "Second, talking about ripping a hole through time and space…." Sarah looked up in the direction of her bed room. "He heard that, from a version of me…" she trailed off, shaking her head and chuckling.

Prime Sarah laughed out loud. "For some reason, and I don't know what or why, Chuck's from other universes are seeing my story in a dream."

"I mean…Chuck dreaming about you…us…whatever." Prime Sarah nodded, understanding. "Saving him…that's probably his porn if we're honest." Prime Sarah laughed along with Sarah. "Are you having to relive it with their dreams?" Sarah asked Prime Sarah as they sobered.

Prime Sarah nodded. "Yeah, but…it doesn't matter. I said I'd do anything for him, and I meant it."

"Trust me, I understand," Sarah said.

"Oh, I know," Prime Sarah said, standing. "By the way, I checked in on your other Sarah…they're fine."

"Honestly, in what universe aren't we?" Sarah asked. Prime Sarah grinned, waved, and the shimmering portal reappeared. She stepped through it. "You can't go too far for love," Sarah said. With that, she stood, went back inside, and crawled into bed, snuggling up against her husband.

A/N: Where do we end up next? No idea. Come on back for an insane journey. That, I can promise you.