This is not an original story. It was written during the middle of season 2. The original story assumed a sequel that never happened. So there will be some brand new content in this rewrite and several brand new chapters at the end with an entirely different ending.

Warning: There is a lot of adult content in this. This story was a sequel to The Fake Relationship. If you read the original, this is going to have a different feel. It's more of a re-write than a simple re-mastering. It is basically the story of Chuck and Sarah figuring out how the dual nature of their relationship, and especially their marriage, is going to work. They are simply different people, have different perspectives on things like sex, duty, and sacrifice that need to be reconciled. Both will come to realize that in order for them to be happy together, there is some middle ground that needs to be found. For now, I'm going to leave it T. But the adult situations and language may soon change it to M.

A word to the wise. If you're one of those people who can't bear the thought that Sarah wasn't a virgin when she met Chuck or that she would ever use sex on a mission, you probably didn't like the original very much. I predict that you'll like the frankness of this retelling even less. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. But knowing that, please give this a pass. I'm not up for a bunch of cowardly anonymous reviews calling Sarah a CIA whore. If it makes a difference, there is a line that I've never crossed. And I also won't cross it here.

Shippers, be warned. This story does not start out very happily. But it's not how the story starts that matters, it's how it ends. So if you're looking for fluff, there will be plenty but you'll have to maybe give it a chance and struggle through the beginning. I promise it'll all work out as it usually does. If it helps, there will never be a question for a single second if C/S love each other in any of my stories. This one is no exception.

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Happy Anniversary


Pastor Bob sat at the table in his office deep in thought. He paused to take a sip of his coffee, more to give him time to form his response than because he was thirsty. "I have to say," he finally said sheepishly. "I've never had a pre-marriage counseling session quite like this. I have to tell you, Sarah, I'm with Chuck on this one. Marriage is a solemn promise, a lifetime commitment. And the promise to be faithful to each other is the key symbol of that promise. Having sex with other men, no matter how good you think the reason is, violates that promise in a pretty basic way."

Sarah glanced over to where Chuck was sitting there suddenly grinning. "Why?" she insisted softly. "Yes, I understand that if I picked up a guy in a bar, if I enjoyed it in any way that would be a betrayal. This is different."

"How is it different?" Bob asked. "The seventh commandment says 'Thou shalt not commit adultery'."

"Of course," Sarah said. "But doesn't the sixth commandment say 'Thou shalt not kill'? We wouldn't say that a soldier in the middle of a wartime battle using the rifle he's been trained to use violates that commandment, would we?"

"Of course not," Bob replied.

"Well, I'm a soldier," Sarah said calmly. "We're in the middle of a very real war. And sex is one of the main weapons I've been trained to use. If Chuck was in the army and got shipped to Iraq and was forced to kill people, I certainly wouldn't like that. I would worry that it would affect him, hurt him, change him somehow. But I couldn't claim that he violated our marriage vows, could I? I knew that he was in the army and that this was a distinct possibility before I married him. I'd try and be there for him in any way that I could, including not trying to make him feel guilty about it. Why is this any different?"

Bob sat deep in thought for a long time. "I understand your point," he said. "It's valid. But I still think this is different. Sex is the most intimate thing two people can share. It's reserved for husbands and wives. It was never meant to be a weapon."

"Look," Sarah said. She was perhaps technically speaking to Bob, but her words were clearly directed at Chuck, whose smile had considerably faded. "The very last thing I would ever want is to cause Chuck any pain. And I understand that what we're talking about would definitely do that. So I can't imagine it happening unless he was in imminent danger and I had absolutely no choice. And if it did ever happen, I would make every effort to be there for him and get him through it. It would be hard for me too. I never want to see him in pain. I honestly love him… more than I can possibly explain using words. I would feel horrible to ever make him question that in any way. I'm not at all happy even having to have this conversation and putting those unpleasant thoughts in his head. But having said all that, if it ever happened, it would be because I was desperately trying to protect him. I think that Chuck should recognize it for what it is, that it's not a betrayal, and be there for me as well. That's what I expect from him… because he loves me. Am I really asking for too much?"

"I think that's up to Chuck," Bob replied. "He is the only one who can answer that. But there is one thing that I am convinced of. You shouldn't get married until you've worked this out."


Chuck was sitting in his normal spot at the Nerd Herd desk. Normal, it felt so good to get back to normal. Even the word sounded so good. Normal. Well, at least as normal as the stupid super computer in his brain would ever allow. Today was the first day that Sarah was able to return to work. Her ankle was still a little sore but the limp was almost imperceptible. That was one of the advantages to really being in great shape. She was a very quick healer. And while the past five days he had spent taking care of her had been fantastic, Chuck was really looking forward to getting back into a routine.

Chuck's life had never been better, even during the glory days at Stanford. He was now officially an agent. He was getting paid an obscenely large amount of money. Oh, and the best part, the woman of his dreams was wearing his engagement ring. Wow. After work today they were going apartment hunting. Sarah's place was much too small for the two of them. Not that they had been using the space anyway, having spent most of the past five days in bed. But it would be nice to have a legitimate space, a place to call home with a real kitchen. Tomorrow they were going over to Ellie's to plan the wedding. Yup, life was good. Chuck was so intent in his daydreaming that, at first, he didn't notice Lester and Jeff staring intently at him.

"So," Lester finally said while shaking his head sadly. "Let me get this straight."

"Good morning, Lester," Chuck said with the surprise plain in his voice. "Get what straight?"

"Well first off, you're going out with the most beautiful woman that any of us has ever seen," Lester began as he held up a single finger.

Chuck thought about it for a second. She was definitely beautiful, the most beautiful woman Chuck had ever seen. He just wasn't sure he was totally comfortable with these guys thinking about her in that way. But you can only control so many things. "She is beautiful," he had to admit with a smile.

"Then," Lester continued as he held up a second finger. "You break up with her."

"Well, technically," Chuck protested. "She broke up with me."

"Then," Jeff chimed in, ignoring Chuck's protest as he held up three fingers of his own. "You start dating the new girl who happens to also be super hot. This Becky Ivan chick makes absolutely no attempt to hide the fact that she's throwing herself at you and even promises to not 'buck you off', whatever that means."

Chuck's face began to involuntarily spout a broader smile as he listened to them rant.

"Then," Lester said with his voice growing louder as he held up four fingers. "You dump this hot chick and she's so broken up about it that she moves back to Texas."

Chuck simply shrugged his shoulders as his smile turned into a grin.

"And now," Lester said as his voice shook in disbelief and he held up his open hand. "You're engaged to the original, most beautiful girl we've ever seen."

"It's been a busy couple of weeks," Chuck said with a nod. "That's for sure."

"You suck," Lester said with a large measure of disgust. "What is it with you? Did you learn some Jedi mind control technique?"

"Can you teach us?" Jeff asked hopefully.

"Come on guys," Chuck said with a laugh. "You don't need anybody to teach you. Jeff, just be yourself. That's what women want."

"Yeah," Jeff said slowly as he and Lester walked away. "We've tried that. It doesn't work."

Chuck shook his head and gently laughed as his gaze followed Jeff and Lester as they retreated. Just as they disappeared from sight, Chuck locked eyes with a customer that Morgan was showing some big screen TVs. That's when the Flash hit. He could see a CIA personnel data sheet.

Name: Seth Roberts

DOB: 08/03/1978

Height: 6' 0"

Weight: 220lbs

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

CIA position: Field Operations - Undercover Agent

Security Clearance: Top Secret

Last Known Assignment: Iraqi Counter Insurgency

Current Status: Defected to Fulcrum in 2006.

Marital Status: Married

Next of Kin: CIA Agent Sarah Walker - Spouse


Chuck had to grab the desk to keep from falling. This guy was married? To Sarah? What was going on? This had to be a mistake. How could Sarah possibly be married? Was it a cover thing? Maybe they were on a mission together. After taking a minute to gather his composure, Chuck quickly walked over to where Casey was talking to a customer about a Washer and Dryer.

"Not now, Bartowski," Casey growled under his breath. "I need to make my sales numbers to keep this stupid job."

"Now," Chuck whispered with the panic evident in his voice.

One look at Chuck's face told Casey that something was very wrong.

"I'll be right back," Casey quickly told the customer. He led Chuck to a quite spot. That was pretty easy to find. The store was mostly empty.

"Okay, Bartowski," Casey said in a soft growl. "You look like you just saw a ghost. What's wrong?"

"I think maybe I just did see a ghost," Chuck said. "See the guy looking at TVs with Morgan?"

"Tan slacks?" asked Casey as he looked over the man that Chuck had indicated.

"He's Fulcrum," Chuck said as he nodded. "His name is Seth Roberts."

If Casey was flippant before, he immediately snapped into agent mode as his face showed alarm. He quickly glanced around the room for possible threats. "Take a look at the other customers," he said softly. "See if you flash on anyone else. Hopefully he's alone."

Chuck took a moment to look at the other customers in the store. Since it was a Monday morning, there were only a handful of customers. It only took a few seconds to look at everyone. "It looks like he's alone," he said.

Casey noticed that Chuck was beginning to shake visibly. "Chuck," he said with his voice lowered but firmly. "Calm down. You're going to tip him off. I need you to go over to the Orange Orange and tell Walker the situation. I'm going to try and follow our new friend to see if I can figure out what he's up to. I'll meet you two back there when I'm done and we'll talk to Washington. Are you clear?"

Chuck nervously nodded.

"Okay," Casey growled. "Get moving."


Sarah didn't quite share Chuck's enthusiasm for getting back into their normal routine. She was honestly having too much fun experimenting to see how hot she could make her new fiancé to be happy about being back here and resuming her role as the object of a thousand teenaged boy's fantasies. Especially since the clear consensus of her experimentation was that she could quickly get him pretty damn smoking hot… almost on demand. But no matter, her face still automatically lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as she saw him come through the door. "Chuck," she said with a bounce as she hurried as quickly as her still slightly sore ankle would allow her to get to Chuck and hug him. "What a nice surprise. I didn't expect you until lunch time."

Sarah could immediately tell from the look on Chuck's face that something wasn't right. "Sweetie," she said as she grabbed his hand protectively. "What's wrong?"

Chuck tried to calm down. There was no sense in worrying her. But he just couldn't get the nervousness out of his voice. "I just flashed on a Fulcrum agent at the Buy More," he said with his voice shaky. "Casey is going to try and tail him. He says that he'll meet us back here to brief Washington."

As soon as Sarah heard the word Fulcrum, she snapped into pure agent mode. She immediately began to pull Chuck towards the secure basement. As they entered Castle, she immediately turned on the surveillance equipment and studied the bank of screens intently. She sat Chuck down in a chair in the video conference room and sat next to him. "Tell me exactly what happened," she said firmly.

"I was sitting at the Nerd Herd desk," Chuck started very shakily.

"Sweetie," Sarah interrupted softly as she grabbed his hand. "You sound really nervous. Please calm down. I really need to be an agent right now. I need you to be one too. Don't be afraid. Whatever it is, we'll deal with it just like we always do. Now, go on."

"Well, like I said, I was sitting at the desk," Chuck said slowly after trying to follow her instructions by taking a deep breath. "When I flashed on a customer that Morgan was trying to sell a TV to. I went and told Casey. I think you know the rest."

"What did you flash on?" Sarah asked softly.

"The standard stuff," Chuck said. "His last CIA assignment was a mission to aid Iraqi Counter Insurgency. I saw that he defected to Fulcrum about two years ago. I also saw his personnel file."

Sarah just nodded for Chuck to continue.

Chuck raised his head to look directly into Sarah's eye. "His name is Seth Roberts."

As soon as Chuck said his name, Sarah dropped his hand and looked down at the table. He knew Sarah well enough to tell that she was struggling to keep her composure. Chuck could see that she was biting her lip to keep from crying. "Chuck, please," she said without meeting his eye. "Now I understand why you're so nervous. I know that you have some serious questions that you have every right to get answered. I definitely owe you a full explanation but for right now you're in danger. I really need to be an agent. Please wait until we can talk about this tonight before you make any assumptions. I promise that I was going to tell you all about this. I'm so sorry that you had to find out this way. But this is not what it seems. Can I please count on you to do that for me?"

Just then Casey entered the room. "Beckman wants us to conference with her in three minutes," he said breathlessly as he plopped down in one of the chairs, obviously tired from running.

As soon as Beckman's face came on the monitor she started speaking. "This is a very serious situation," she said sharply. "We have to assume that this is a result of the Becky Ivan foolishness and that Chuck's cover is blown to Fulcrum. I think that it would be prudent to bring him in, at least until we know what is going on."

"But ma'am," Sarah said cautiously. "We're not sure what they know or what they're after. Having Chuck disappear now just might tip them off."

"Okay, Agent Walker," Beckman said with more than a touch of sarcasm. "What do you propose?"

"Casey," Sarah said as she turned to him. "Were you able to tail the suspect?"

"Yes," Casey replied with a sigh. "He is staying at the Hilton down the street. I tailed him there."

"Well ma'am," Sarah said firmly. "I have a relationship with the suspect. Let me find out what he is after and what he knows."

Chuck was trying very hard to catch Sarah's eye but she was having none of it.

"Major Casey," Beckman said forcefully. "Take Chuck back to the Buy More and finish your shift. Keep a close eye out for Mr. Roberts. Agent Bartowski, look at every face that comes in the door. If you flash on anyone notify Major Casey immediately. Do you understand?

"Yes, ma'am," Chuck and Casey replied as one.

"Good," Beckman said. "You're dismissed. I would like to speak with Agent Walker privately for a second."

"Yes, ma'am," Casey said as he got up out of his chair. "Let's go, Chuck."

"What are you going to do?" Chuck asked with concern as he turned towards Sarah.

"Do you want to go into an underground bunker for the rest of your life?" Sarah snapped angrily as she looked at Chuck for the first time.

"Of course not," Chuck replied sadly.

"Then I suggest that you follow your orders," Sarah said sharply. "For perhaps the first time ever in your career. I'll see you at home and we can talk."

At that Chuck got up without a word and followed Casey out the door. Once they were gone Beckman spoke. "Sarah," she said in a much softer tone. "I'm willing to give you forty eight hours to see what you can find out."

"Thank you ma'am," Sarah said softly.

"But Sarah," said Beckman firmly. "I have to tell you. I'm a little concerned for you here. I know what your relationship with Seth Roberts was. When push comes to shove, where are your loyalties going to be?"

"Loyalties, ma'am," Sarah asked in a confused tone. "Why would my loyalties be in question?"

"This is exactly why handlers shouldn't get involved with their assets," Beckman said. "For you to effectively exploit your relationship with Seth Roberts there are some things that you're going to have to do."

"Can you do them?"


Sarah stood in the hallway of the Hilton trying to compose herself. She had quickly gone home and changed out of her Orange Orange uniform. She picked out a blouse that had a generously plunging neckline and a matching skirt. She had been very careful to make sure that her makeup was perfect. That was no small task with her hands shaking as they were. She also made sure to take off her engagement ring. Finally realizing that she needed to get this over with, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Seth was lying on the bed watching Sports Center when he heard the knock at the door. To say he was surprised would be understatement. He certainly wasn't expecting anyone. His hand automatically reached for the gun in the back of his slacks. It must be housekeeping. So he fairly cautiously walked to the door and jerked it open. His jaw dropped when he saw Sarah standing there.

"Hi, Seth," Sarah said with a shy smile.

"Sarah," Seth said in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"Is that any way to great your wife?" Sarah asked with a dazzling smile.

Sarah knew exactly what Seth would do so she wasn't at all surprised when he took her into his arms and pressed his mouth to hers fairly passionately. Sarah put her hand behind Seth's head and pulled him into the kiss. When she felt his tongue tentatively probing, she partially opened her mouth. Sarah let the kiss go on for a long moment.

Finally Seth broke the kiss. "How did you know that I was here?" he asked as he pulled back to look into Sarah's eye.

"I saw you at the plaza today," Sarah replied with a grin and she playfully kissed him again. "So I followed you. I knew that I would see you again. I've really missed you."

"I've really missed you too," Seth said with a smile as he stepped back. "You look fantastic as ever."

"You know," Sarah said softly with her most seductive smile. "Actually, last month was our anniversary. I didn't get a present. The traditional gift for the fifth year is wood."

"Well," said Seth with a huge grin of his own. "I'm thinking that you're in luck. I don't have any trees handy, but will you take a substitute?"

Sarah's grin was more because of the predictability of his response than anything. But whatever the reason it matched Seth's as she looked down and saw him begin to unbutton her blouse.