A/N: I need to work on Lights, Camera, Action, CATS, Just Two People, Rewrite, and a thousand other things.

MySongStory: What if you did an OTP with a birthday?

Me:…..*sigh*

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"And we're sure this punch is non-alcoholic?" Chuck asked Morgan softly as they stood in the conference room, at another birthday party.

"If it isn't Jeff found some type of liquor that doesn't have the normal aftertaste of what he and Lester spike it with," Morgan replied, watching Cindy cut the cake. Chuck shook his head at the insanity that was Buy More Solutions, the top marketing firm in Los Angeles. He wasn't sure how this rag-tag group made things work, but they did.

He was about to say something to Morgan, when he noticed her…again. The last two birthday parties, he had noticed a look on her face, but he was wondering if he imagined it, or was projecting, but this time…this time he knew something was wrong. She had a smile on her face, but that's where it ended. He had seen her laugh and smile for real before…he had made a terrible joke at lunch and she had overheard it. The smile she gave him had given him so much extra energy for days.

"Something's wrong with Sarah," Chuck said to Morgan.

"Who's Sarah?" Morgan replied.

"You know, the very smart, tall, some would say drop-dead gorgeous blond, in Marketing," Chuck explained.

"Ohhhh, Vicki Vale, Vicki Vale, Vic, Vic, Vicki Vale," Morgan began to sing. Chuck didn't say anything as Morgan broke into his rendition of the Batdance.

}o{

"Okay, what's wrong, you have barely touched the pot roast," Ellie said to him at dinner, pulling him out of his thoughts. Chuck looked up at his sister and her husband, a smile on his face. He wasn't going to have this conversation with her, because she'd just blow it all out of proportion. Sarah Walker was an amazing woman, that he thought of as a friend, okay, maybe a work friend…okay, maybe a work acquaintance…okay, maybe he didn't even know if she knew if he was alive.

"Someone at work seemed bothered by something and it's just bothering me," Chuck said with a shrug. "It's really none of my business, but…you know me." It was Thursday night, and Chuck's standing invitation to come over to Devon and Ellie's place for dinner was one Chuck never turned down.

"Someone at work, huh?" Ellie said, a sparkle in her eye.

"See, you're gonna do that thing now," Chuck began.

"What thing," Ellie protested.

"Babe, you're totally gonna do that thing," Devon agreed. She gave him a look. "What? It's true, every time he mentions anyone at work, you try and find out if it's a woman, and then try and set it up."

"See, Awesome sees it, he knows, and I appreciate you having my back, Awesome."

"Will you please quit calling him that," Ellie said, exasperation in her voice.

"I got you, bro. Love you."

"Love you," Chuck replied. Ellie sighed. "Ellie, it's nothing, okay. It's just everytime there's a birthday party there's a coworker that looks…well…weird, and she never looks like that."

"She?" Ellie said, her curiosity piqued.

"Babe, you're doing it," Devon warned her. She waved at him to be quiet, never taking her eyes off of Chuck. Devon shrugged as if to say, "what do you do?"

"Yes, she's a female," Chuck continued. "She just looks…sad. So, I looked to see if maybe we skipped her birthday, but I saw it wasn't on the list. Now it's not mandatory, but I don't think anyone but her isn't on there. Hell, Lester is on there four times."

"He's so creepy," Ellis said, shaking her head.

"Creepier than Jeff?" Devon asked. Ellie full-body shuddered.

"Anyway," Chuck said, trying to get away from the discussion of Jeff and Lester, and Jeff smelling Ellie's hair that one time. "I looked it up in the HR files." Ellie gave him a look. "I'm IT, Ellie, how the hell are they gonna know I got in there?"

"It's a little creepy, Chuck," Ellie pointed out. "Sweet, but creepy."

"I know, I know, but I had to figure out what was bothering her," Chuck argued. Ellie's grin grew, and Chuck tried to ignore it. "We haven't missed her birthday, and I can't figure out why she has that look on her face."

"What's her birthday?" Awesome asked. Ellie smacked him. "What?"

"He can't tell you, he never should have looked," Ellie reminded Awesome.

"It's January first," Chuck told Devon, before he got assaulted some more.

"Huh," Devon said, a thoughtful look on his face. "Was she born in the United States?" Ellie turned to Devon. "Sometimes when people immigrate to the US, they don't know their date of birth. Or, the records have been destroyed. Usually they do know the year, so many immigrants in that situation simply use January first and the year they were born."

"I think she was, but I don't know that for sure," Chuck admitted.

"I mean there are two other possibilities, the first, she was simply born on January first," Devon continued. "The second….well…" Devon shrugged.

"Go on," Ellie encouraged him.

"Actually there are three total possibilities," Devon corrected himself. "She could have been born somewhere that didn't keep records. Like at home, or somewhere, and the records of her birth weren't created until some time later."

"Is that likely?" Chuck asked.

"I mean, years ago, yes, today…not so much, but yeah, it could have happened," Devon said.

"What's the last possibility?" Chuck asked.

Devon frowned. "It's a created identity," Devon told him. Chuck sat there quietly. "Witness protection, got out of a bad marriage, went into hiding, or just leaving who you are behind."

"So it could be birthdays remind her of what was, the bad times?" Chuck asked. Devon nodded.

"Of course, it could be her birthday is January first, cause she was born that day," Devon reminded him. Chuck nodded, deep in thought. "What are you thinking Chuckster?"

"That birthdays are kinda dumb," Chuck replied. Ellie pulled back her chin, surprised. "I mean, we're celebrating your birth, but what about every other day, that has you in it. The good you do here on earth, the good you do your fellow human. Why aren't we celebrating that?"

"An unbirthday," Devon said, nodding. "Like Alice in Wonderland." Ellie gave him a look. "What? I read."

"I know, I know, but…I wasn't expecting that one," Ellie said. Chuck stood up. "Where are you going?"

"To think, and probably do something quite stupid," Chuck admitted. "Love you both."

"Love you," Ellie said, standing and hugging him. Devon gave Chuck a hug as well, and he left. "He's crazy about this woman."

"Babe," Devon said, exasperated. "Again, you're doing it." Ellie "tsked" at him and began to do dishes, smiling.

}o{

"Mail, Blondie," Carina said the next day, stopping in Sarah's office and handing her an envelope. "Do anything exciting last night?"

Sarah shook her head. "No, you know me, I'm just boring." Carina snorted, turned, and left.

She had talked to her mom last night, at length, about her new identity. She liked being Sarah Walker, she liked her life, her career, but her past….She sighed, and opened the envelope. She pulled out a card, confused. It was a birthday card, except instead of it saying happy birthday as usual, it said, Happy UNBirthday. She opened the card and saw a hand written note.

Birthdays are great, they celebrate the day of your birth

But UNBirthdays are better. It's a celebration of every day we live on Earth.

It takes into account the things we do every day. Like when you take Anna with you

To self defense class, to work out her anger so she doesn't punch Morgan.

Like when you made Skip a carrot cake because he didn't get to go home and see his mom.

Like when you soothed a customer that was mad at Paul and he had done nothing wrong.
We see you, Sarah Walker, we appreciate you. Happy UNBirthday to you.

Sarah stared at the card, and had to wipe away the tears. She had made the right decision leaving the CIA and having a normal life. People did see her for who she was. Now the question became, who sent this card?

}o{

A few hours later, Chuck looked up as he heard a knock on his door. "Hi, Chuck?"

"Uh, yes, that is me, Chuck that is, how can I help you….Sarah?"

She smiled at him, and noticed the beads of sweat on his head. It hadn't taken long to find out who had sent the card. The first thing she did was go to Morgan and asked him if he recognized the writing. She knew Morgan was the weak link. The card had mentioned Anna and her aggression. As soon as Morgan saw the handwriting he began stammering. He actually hadn't said anything, but she knew who his best friend was. The tall, curly headed cutie down in IT. The one she was nervous to approach. Sarah Walker, the Ice Queen, scared of a real guy. A nice guy. A guy who noticed how badly she reacted to birthdays. She thought about what her mom had told her last night. "Find someone, a real guy, they are out there. I know you don't need them, but find someone that will treat you like you deserve to be treated."

"My phone seems not to be working and Morgan said that you might be able to help me and I not have to go to the store." She paused. "You know how they are at the store."

"Yeah," Chuck replied, nodding. He held out his hand and she handed it to him. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I'm not getting notifications about my texts or emails," Sarah told him. Chuck opened up the setting, looked for a second, and clicked a button. He grinned triumphantly and handed it back to her. "Oh, God, what stupid thing did I do?"

"Oh, it's not stupid at all. Somehow the notifications button got switched off. It can happen when it's in your pocket or purse sometimes." She smiled at him. She had turned the notifications button off on purpose. "Glad I could save you a trip, they'd of tried to get you to buy something and add it to your plan."

"I feel like I need to repay you," Sarah began.

"No, Sarah, you don't owe me anything," Chuck argued.

"Chuck, please," she asked. Chuck sighed, grinned, and nodded. "How do you feel about Mexican?"

A/N: I think he likes it.