Chuck & Sarah vs Themselves 39!

The wait is over. The final chapter.

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Still here? Good. Below, you will find a sneak peek at the sequel to Chuck & Sarah vs the Bunker, still tentatively titled Chuck & Sarah vs the Recruits.







Langley, Virginia
CIA Headquarters
1030 EST



The intercom buzzed.

“Agent Barton? You have a visitor at the exterior security perimeter.”

“Who is it?”

“Say's he's your husband?” The classroom/gym went dead silent. Everyone stopped sparring. Glances were exchanged. She could see wheels turning.

“He forgot his credentials, didn't he?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed fondly. Her class was staring at her like she'd grown a second head. “Brown hair? Six three? Piercing brown eyes?”

There was a pause. “I guess?”

“Driver's license number 24450482?”

“Hang on... yes.”

“That's him, then. Send him on through.” She checked her watch and rolled her eyes. “He was supposed to be here almost two hours ago.” Sarah looked up and saw everyone staring at her. “Carry on, everybody.” They went back to sparring halfheartedly, obviously curious to catch a glimpse of Chuck.

A few minutes later, Chuck came through the door with Lisa in her car-seat in one hand and lunch from a local burger place he'd discovered in the other. Sarah waved him over, smiling for the first time that day. Her students slowed in their drills and eventually stopped, but Sarah had more pressing concerns.

She scooted back to sit fully on the desk, kicking her legs like a child because Chuck was taking his sweet time getting across the room, politely shuffling sideways between one of the few pairs of students still actively sparring as they had been instructed. If Sarah hadn't been so focused on Chuck and Lisa, she would have berated them for slacking off. As it was, she grabbed him by the collar as soon as he was within arms' reach and tugged him close. She didn't kiss him; there was still just enough sense of propriety left that she refrained from more overt PDA in front of her charges. “You're late, and on your first day, no less” she complained in a whisper, “nice first impression, baby.”

“I got a lot of weird looks. What did you tell them about me?”

“I didn't say anything.” Sarah said. She narrowed her eyes a touch, and then shrugged it off. “Whatever. Lisa's overdue for her feeding.”

“And so are you, Agent Barton,” Chuck said emphatically, pulling out a carton of fries and a pair of greasy hamburgers. “This one has extra pickles, this one has none. Figure out if your pregnancy cravings have evened out and get back to me. Like you said, I'm late, and Myers and the DDS&T are breathing down my neck about some new test they want me to take.”

Sarah's chest tightened for a moment. “What kind of test?” She asked dangerously. Chuck put down the burgers and tucked a stray wisp of golden hair out of her face. “Relax. Pen and paper, its an aptitude test. Really, its no big deal. Same one all your recruits took, they want to see how the old dog stands up to the pups.”

“Why didn't they just give them Fleming's old test, instead of making you do this?” Sarah grumped. “How much taxpayer money did they spend making the new test?”

“Hey, babe, you're the one who wanted to work for the government. They're not the most efficient at this kind of thing.” Chuck turned serious. “I know this isn't cool, but can I leave Lisa with you for now? They've got a batch of newbies I'm testing with, and I don't want them to freak if Lisa hulks out.”

“She does not hulk out!” Sarah said in a hoarse whisper, and then immediately calmed down. “For one thing, she doesn't turn green or anything.”

Chuck smiled; he really appreciated her at least-feigned interest in his hobbies. “You haven't seen my new desktop wallpaper have you? It's the cutest thing ever. Lisa's green and there a 'Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry' caption over her head. And she's shaking her pudgy little fist at the camera.”

Sarah fought mightily not to erupt in a spontaneous case of the 'd'awwws', which was becoming quite the epidemic in the Bartowski household, but she couldn't keep the accompanying expression off her face completely. She put an impressive fake stern mask over her amusement. “Why exactly was our daughter green?” she asked, hoping to fluster him. No such luck.

“Photoshop, Sarah,” Chuck smirked and kissed her cheek. “I'll try to be back before you need me for the demonstration. Shouldn't take me more than an hour and a half. Love you.” He went back in for another smooch, but Sarah shifted away slightly.

“Not in front of the newbies, Chuck. I love you, too,” Chuck beamed at her and headed back out of the room. Sarah scooped Lisa out of the car seat and hugged her as she watched Chuck's retreating form. Once the door shut, Sarah came back to herself and realized her class had stopped completely in order to stare at her. She raised her eyebrows.

“What?” She growled. “What're you all staring at?”