A/N: The last time we saw our heroine she was involved with a little fic called Sarah vs Everything….I'm sure she's fine….wait, you've met her, she's never been fine.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck…also, someone here is crazy. Is it me for writing this or you for reading it. *insert both gif here*


"Sir, you wanted to see me?" Chuck asked. He was standing at the door of Graham's office. Graham nodded, and Chuck came in, with Molly holding his hand. "Sorry sir, but…well…"

"Mommy is depressed and it makes me sad to see her like that," Molly said.
"Understood," Graham replied. Chuck sat down, and Graham rose, left the office, and walked out. When he came back, he was pushing a large cart, with a ridiculous amount of files on them.
"Have you considered going paperless, Sir?" Chuck asked. Graham gave him a look, and Chuck clamped his lips shut. Graham parked the cart beside his desk, sat down, and paused. Standing beside him was Molly, her hands stretched out. Graham blew out a breath, picked up the little girl, and put her in his lap.

"Now," Graham began, but paused as he took in Chuck. He seemed…haggard. "Are you okay?"

"Momma is a little much right now," Molly said. Graham looked down at Molly and then at Chuck. "That's what Daddy said."

"Now?" Graham asked.

"She's very intense," Molly continued.

"Well she's always been," Graham pointed out.

"Uh-uh," Molly said, shaking her head. "She extra special intense. At least that's what Daddy says." She paused for a second. "We don't say that in front of Momma."

"Of course," Graham said. He looked at Chuck. "What is going on?"

"I don't know," Chuck admitted. "I…I….something happened." He paused. "Something happened to her, and ever since then…she keeps telling us we don't know how far she'd go for us."
"That sounds…" Graham began.

"Sweet," Molly said, looking up at Graham. "She gives me lots of extra hugs."
"That is sweet," Graham said. "I was going to say terrifying," he admitted.
"No, you're right," Chuck said softly.

"She gives Daddy lots of special hugs. A lot," Molly told Graham. "Also, it's just them when she does. I don't understand why." Graham looked at Chuck, who's eyes were wide.

"I'm going to ask this delicately," Graham began.

"Thank you," Chuck said, sounding exhausted.

"Is that why…" he trailed off and gestured toward Chuck. Chuck just nodded. "Well…this doesn't track with what's going on."

"You mean where does she get the time?" Chuck asked. Graham winced. "I ask the same question." Chuck shifted in the chair. "I'm assuming that cart is all her?" Graham nodded. "I'm guessing that's her going to Diego's home country and killing one hundred-"

"Two," Graham corrected. Chuck stared at him. "Two hundred seventy-three to be exact." Chuck's eyes bugged out of his head.

"Were they bad guys?" Molly asked.

"Well, yes," Graham said.

"Sounds like she did a good job," Molly answered. "Did she get a reward?"

"Wait," Chuck got out in a strangled voice. "She did this…alone?"

"Yes," Graham answered. Chuck groaned. "How many did she tell you?"

"And I quote, 'It was only a hundred or so,'" Chuck answered.

"That so is doing a loooooooot of heavy lifting," Graham groused. "And that didn't make her feel better?"

"She kept mumbling, 'It would have been better if I had a sword,'" Chuck told Graham.

"Well, what about the fire?" Graham asked.

"Ooo. Ooo," Molly said. "Is this the one where the criminals had their own fireworks factory?"

"How did she know that?" Graham asked, horrified.

"She called me and told us where to be so Molly can watch the fireworks show," Chuck told Graham. "She really is a good mom."
"She's the best," Molly said. "Why were they dumb enough to be at a fireworks factory? I'm five and I know better." Graham had nothing to add to that. "Do you know what happened?" Graham refused to answer, knowing what was coming next. However, he forgot who he was dealing with. Molly stood on his lap, turned, and looked Graham right in the eye. They were nose to nose. He had several feet on her. Several pounds, hundreds even. He had been called menacing his entire life, but today…today he felt the tinnnnnnest thread of fear. "Do you know what happened next?"

"No," Graham answered bracing himself.

"She blew up the factory and killed the bad guys," Molly said proudly. Graham relaxed as she sat back down in his lap. "BOOOOOOM!" she yelled, clapping her hands together, nearly causing Graham to flip the chair and her in it.

"Molly!" Chuck said, starting to get up, but Graham held up his hand. Everyone settled down and Chuck sat there shaking his head. "I really thought that would cheer her up," he said softly, sounding defeated. "But she keeps going on and on about a sword."

"She's sent me a request for one," Graham said gently. Chuck buried his hands in head. "It's twice as tall as short stuff here." Chuck groaned. "And probably as wide."

"It looks like something out of a fantasy movie or video game," Chuck admitted through the fingers over his face.

"She's trying to get the CIA to procure one for her, and…..I can't," Graham said.

"I know," Chuck replied, sounding even more defeated. He lifted his head. "And I'm going to go home and tell her that, and she's going to look me in the eye and tell me how she won't let anyone, anywhere, anytime take me, and if they do….she has an entire army at her back."

"Chuck…I don't think the US Army-" Graham began.

"No, Sir. You don't understand. An entire army…of Sarahs," Chuck told him.

"You have to be kidding," Graham said, his face covered in shock.

"That's what she insists," Chuck told him.

"That would be so cool," Molly said in a hushed reverent tone. "A whole army of Mommas."

Graham looked over at Chuck, who looked one part turned on, one part impressed, but several…in fact…MANY…parts terrified. "You know what, I'm not promising anything, but…let me see what I can do," Graham told Chuck. The relief that covered Chuck's face was immediate.
"THANK YOU!" Chuck said, standing, and taking Graham's right hand into both of his and pumping it vigorously. "Come on, Molly. Let's go tell Mommy there's a chance."

"She'll want to celebrate!" Molly said hopping out of Graham's lap and walking out of his office. Chuck stood there, terrified.

"When Molly says…celebrate…" Graham began. Chuck gulped, blew out a breath, and walked out of Graham's office. Graham shook his head and picked up the phone. "Marvin," he began. "Say I want a sword…a big one…a big, wide one…uh-huh." He looked at the doorway the two just left. "I would say it's a matter of life and death."


A/N: As the saying goes in Alice in Wonderland, We're all mad here.