Chapter 14
A/N: Warning, you are entering the “Molly Zone”, where people fall in love quickly, totally, and if you the author think you should slow down that story, you will be barraged by messages wanting to know why they aren’t married, what are you doing slowing them down, and all other words of encouragement. By reading said story you may find yourself encased in fluff of Charah and could care less if all this sweetness could give you diabeteees.
Seriously, I’ve learned two things, 1. Some of you enjoy Bryce getting beaten. 2. I barely pump the breaks and I hear about it, but I’m good with that. So, if it’s Charah goodness you want, it’s Charah goodness you will get. Get ready, it’s Ch 13, Girls Night In
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, or I Don’t Know Much, but That May be All You Need to Know
Sarah was kissing Chuck, on the couch, enjoying herself, but some habits in life die hard, like when you know someone is watching you. She broke the kiss and turned, and there at the bottom of the stair case was two eyes watching them.
“I think we’re being spied on, Chuck,” Sarah said grinning.
“Did you just get engaged?” Molly asked, her smile threating to take her whole face.
“What would give you that idea?” Sarah asked.
“He called you Mrs. Bartowski,” Molly replied, looking at her mom like she couldn’t believe she had forgotten that. “I like the name Molly Bartowski.” Chuck put his hand to his forehead, Sarah couldn’t help but laugh.
“Was there any particular reason you’re down here, Pumpkin,” Chuck asked. Sarah gave him a confused look. “We,” he said pointing to Molly and himself. “Had an agreement.”
“Yeah, if I wanted him to marry you I had to quit interrupting all the time,” Molly said. Chuck gave her a look and Molly covered her mouth. Sarah was fighting full on laughter. “I just don’t ever want to leave here.” She added removing her hand and then putting it back on her mouth when she was done.
“Molly, we’re not going anywhere unless Chuck asks us to, okay?”
“I’d never ask you to leave, it’s your house too as far as I’m concerned. Both of you,” Chuck added.
“Good,” Molly said.
“Now, why are you down here?” Chuck asked.
“I can’t sleep and I keep thinking about things.”
“What things?” Chuck asked.
“Stuff Jerry told me today.” Chuck turned to Sarah.
“Look, I know you have access to guns, lots of guns. There are huge empty rooms downstairs, what if you get them, bring them here, and proceed to clean them, or load them, or something with them while you have a loooooong talk with that boy,” Chuck said. “I don’t trust him around Molly.” Sarah was grinning.
“Sounds like you’re worried about your daughter,” Sarah replied. Chuck thought for a second and nodded.
“I am when it comes to that kid,” Chuck answered. Molly hopped in his lap.
“Jerry thinks he knows why you haven’t called the stork yet,” Molly began. Chuck tried to speak, but Sarah gave him a quick head shake not to stop her. She wanted to know what this kid had been saying this time, and she kinda like how it threw Chuck off balance.
“He said, his daddy couldn’t call the stork and had to get some special blue pills…Daddy you okay?” Chuck had nearly choked during her explanation.
“He’s fine,” Sarah said, using all her CIA training to keep a straight face.
“Apparently his daddy tries to call every time he takes a pill now. We could order some for Daddy,” Molly said. Chuck had turned crimson. Sarah had tears leaking down her face holding in the laughter. She finally burst, and Chuck just watched her, shaking his head. Sarah laughed and laughed. Molly turned to Chuck. “I don’t understand what’s so funny.”
“Sometimes guys do need help making that phone call,” Chuck began to explain.
“Chuck doesn’t need any help,” Sarah finally managed to say, wiping away the tears.
“Oh, so it’s mommy who needs the pills,” Molly said. Chuck didn’t have any training from the CIA to hold in emotions, and he laughed. He looked at Sarah, who clearly didn’t find this funny, and he laughed even harder. Sarah couldn’t help but grin.
“Laugh it up, Fuzzball!” she said. Chuck stopped laughing and looked at her.
“Marry me,” he said softly.
“Okay,” she answered. Molly shrieked! The kind of shrieking that dogs from three miles away lay down and covered their ears with their paws. “YES! YES! YES!” She jumped off the couch and danced. At least Sarah and Chuck assumed it was dancing. Then she just stopped and turned toward them. “Where’s the ring?” she demanded, giving both of them the stink eye.
“Don’t need one,” Sarah answered, and snuggled in to Chuck. She noticed he was a little tense and sat back up.
“You didn’t mean that, you were joking,” she said softly, not wanting to get the wrath of Molly.
“Truth?” Chuck asked. Sarah nodded.
“My mouth got out in front of my brain, and said it before I could stop myself. If you said no, I was going to say this was a joke,” Chuck replied. Sarah had a strange look on her face.
“You actually proposed like that?” she asked, with a grin.
“We’ve been dancing around it all day, and yes, I know this relationship is not normal and some would say it’s ridiculous the pace we’re going, but I love you, you love me, if it was just us, no one would say much. The fact we love each other’s kids only makes it easier. You said it the other day. You know me. You may not have known me long, but you know me, and I know you, and I know how much better life is with you in it every day than you not being in it, so yes, I proposed just like that, because that has been our relationship. It’s full of mundane things that we are making the best out of together.” Sarah had tears streaming down her eyes.
“I think I should go to bed,” Molly said, vibrating she was so happy. “You two have a phone call to make.” Chuck just closed his eyes. Sarah knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help herself.
“We may have to make two or three phone calls,” Sarah said nonchalantly. Chuck’s eyes popped open and he turned fourteen shades of red. Molly skipped up the stairs singing.
“Gonna get a brother, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah. Getting a baby brother, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah.”
“Mrs. Wood, is going to be very pleased tomorrow,” Chuck muttered. Sarah looked at him.
“She isn’t going to be the only one,” Sarah replied, with a coy smile, waggling her eyebrows. Chuck grinned, and heard a knocking noise from the door. “You expecting someone?”
“We almost had a moment, I’m sure it’s Clara. She hotwired a car and took it out for a joyride. That’s the police returning her home now.” Sarah laughed.
“That’s oddly specific,” she said as she went to get the door. She opened it, a surprised look on her face. “Carina?”
“As in works with us, Carina?” Chuck asked from the living room. He sighed, shook his head and stood up. “I’m going to bed. I assume you two have important things to discuss, so feel free to use any of the rooms down in the basement.”
“We seriously have a basement?” Sarah asked. Chuck pointed to a door. “I just thought that was a closet.”
“So you two haven’t broke it in yet?” Carina asked, a grin on her face. Chuck had had enough. He started up the stairs.
“There’s six or seven rooms down there,” he said. “We were on our way to getting half of them tonight before you showed up, G’night!” And with that, he was gone, Carina’s mouth opened in shock, Sarah’s as well, but thinking about pushing Carina out the door, and dragging him downstairs to take him up on his offer.
“Maybe this is a bad time,” Carina said, and pulled up the bottle of tequila she had beside her. Sarah grinned.
“It is, and that looks like a particularly bad idea,” Sarah admitted. She stepped out of the way to let Carina in.
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They made their way downstairs, and Sarah was surprised. There were four full bed rooms, a kitchen area, room for a table to eat at, a TV/gaming area, and over to the left, a pool table. The door there, led to a garage. She went out the garage trying to figure out how she had never noticed it before when she realized the drive she thought went to another house behind theirs was actually the driveway for the garage. She looked up saw the fence and realized that was their backyard.
“He said it was big enough for two families to live in without either knowing the other was there, but this is a little ridiculous,” Sarah said.
“We could put everyone else down here,” Carina muttered. Sarah turned to look at her, shaking her head.
“Nope, if you’re moving over here, that duplex will work fine,” Sarah said. Carina’s mouth dropped. “Don’t give me that, I’m not that much of a rusty spy. I know what’s up. Nice by the way of leaving the intercom on in the conference room to overhear the talk earlier.” Carina grinned.
“Would you have expected anything less of me?” she asked. Sarah shook her head. Some things never changed.
Sarah looked at the clock. It was only 9 pm, but after the day they had had, she wasn’t surprised Chuck went to bed. He was exhausted from everything the past few days, and tomorrow was going to be difficult. She walked over, found two glasses, and put them on the counter.
“Here’s the deal, no lies tonight. Each time we take a shot, the other honestly answers the other’s question. The goal, try to remember it in the morning,” Sarah said, a sparkle in her eye.
“Walker, you forget this is ‘to kill ya,’” she said smiling. “You never do well with it.”
“Try me,” she said.
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10:54 pm
“And I left him there,” Carina said. Sarah was nearly rolling she was laughing so hard.
“Casey? John Casey let you do that, and you’re still together?”
“Careful, Walker, that’s going to need another shot,” Carina said. Sarah nodded and looked at Carina’s drink. Carina threw it down. “What are you scared of with Bartowski?” Sarah stared at her.
“That’s what this was all about?” Sarah asked, pointing to the tequila. “You could have just asked.”
“And you wouldn’t have told me everything,” Carina countered. “You say you’re not Agent Walker anymore, but we both know you haven’t completely opened up.”
“I haven’t opened up!?”
“Sarah, it’s me, I know the truth.” Sarah looked down.
“I don’t deserve it all,” she whispered. Carina nodded.
“There it is. The reason you haven’t dated for five years. The reason it took Molly running an op to get you back in the game. You don’t think you can have it all.”
“Who’s crazy enough to think I deserve it all,” Sarah said looking defeated.
“You.” Sarah looked at her. “You saved me, made me think I could have it all, you saved Emma, and gave her another chance at motherhood, and being a grandmother. You saved Casey, you saved Ted, Bob, and Fred from rotting away from nothing. You told Alex that there was nothing wrong with dating a bearded nerd, and for the record, that’s when we should have realized you like nerds.” Sarah grinned.
“I like my nerd,” she said dreamily. Carina rolled her eyes.
“If you starting singing, I’m out of here,” Carina stressed. Sarah made a motion of making a zipper across her lips and tossed the key. “You think Chuck deserves it all, right?” Sarah nodded, refusing to speak. “Chuck loves and wants you, so your mission, Agent Walker, is your last mission. Marry your nerd, and be happy for the rest of your life.” Sarah stood up and saluted. “You can speak, Sarah, just no singing.”
“What if I fall in love with the asset?”
“It is not only okay, it is recommended.”
“What if I want a sub-mission?” Carina gave her a look and nodded for her to go on. “What if I have little babies with chocolate eyes and hair that makes animal shapes?” Carina rolled her eyes.
“That’s what you want?” Sarah nodded. “You have to take another drink,” and before she could finish that sentence, Sarah picked up the bottle and drained about ten percent of it. “You are so gone, both in love with that guy and drrruuunnk!”
“I love him,” Sarah said, smiling.
“Is she okay?” Chuck asked. He had come downstairs after not being able to sleep for a while, worried about tomorrow.
“No,” Carina said, turning to him. “She has fallen completely in love with you.”
“I have a missss…a misssssi…I gotta job!” Sarah said enthusiastically, staring at Chuck like he was a piece of meat. “I gotta make babies with you,” she said pointing at him. Chuck looked at Carina.
“What did you do to her?”
“I got her to open up,” Carina said. “Well, me and,” she picked up the bottle looking at it. “Half a bottle of tequila.”
“We gotta makes the babies,” Sarah said coming over and putting an arm around him. “Gotta practice. Lots,” and with that, she kissed him. Chuck tried to pull away, but he couldn’t. He felt like he was taking advantage of her. She pulled away. “Why do you not want to make the babies?”
“Sarah, you’re drunk,” he began.
“Oh. My. God.” Carina said. “You are that much of a boy scout. Your fiancé is drunk and wants you, and you…” Carina went over and grabbed her bottle, and started to leave.
“You can’t leave,” Chuck said.
“No, Chuck,” Sarah said. “I get the babies, not her.” Chuck shook his head.
“No, she’s drunk and doesn’t need to drive,” he explained.
“Chuck, I will do what I want.”
“Don’t make me call Casey,” he said.
“What are you going to call me?” Casey asked, coming down the stairs.
“My door was locked.”
“Walker, you need better locks on that door,” Casey said.
“Got it, gotta make the babies first,” she said. Casey stared at her and then turned to Chuck.
“What did you do to her?” he asked. Chuck held his hands up.
“Carina gave her tequila,” Chuck began to explain, but apparently that was enough. Casey grunted. “Look, Carina’s drunk and doesn’t need to drive. It’s late, we’ve got to deal with Bryce in the morning. You can have the whole downstairs, and leave through the entrance over there, or come up and have breakfast in the morning.” Casey grunted.
“And we can go make the babies,” Sarah said, grinning. Chuck turned to her.
“I tell you what, why don’t I get you into bed and we’ll see about that later?” Chuck asked. Sarah nodded.
“G’night. Don’t make too many of your own babies,” she said, Chuck guiding her up the stairs.
“Bartowski,” Casey growled. Chuck turned around. Casey was shaking his head and gave a half smile. “Take care of her.”
“I will, John.”
“No. Take care of her.” Chuck’s eyes got big as saucers. “Her chocolate, your peanut butter.” Chuck was blushing and Carina and Casey burst out laughing.
“Come on, Chuck. Gotta make the babies!”
“This is going to be a long night.”
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The next morning Chuck got out of bed and shut the alarm before it went off. He heard Sarah groan something unintelligible. He went and got the girls ready and brought them downstairs for breakfast. Casey and Carina were there. Casey was having pancakes, and Carina…well she just snarled a lot.
“Where’s Walker?” Carina asked. Chuck just shrugged. “I better get her some painkillers and a glass of water.” Carina got up, filled up a glass of water and started upstairs. Chuck sat there for a second before it dawned on him.
“She only took the glass of water, didn’t she?” Chuck asked.
“Yep,” Casey said, eating his pancakes. Chuck leapt from the table, and made it just inside the doorway to see Carina dump the glass of water on Sarah’s head. She shot up, sputtering.
“What the hell!” she yelled.
“That’s for getting me drunk!”
“I didn’t get you drunk! You got yourself drunk!”
“You wouldn’t talk to me unless you were drunk!” Carina accused. Chuck turned to leave, by way of sneaking, but Sarah stopped him.
“You, animal shapes. Stop.” Chuck stopped mid-stride. Sarah turned to Carina. “You’re right,” she said softly. Carina was ready to fight some more when she realized Sarah was agreeing with her. “I need to be better at talking, and I’m sorry, but right now, I really need to talk to him.”
“I’ll say,” Carina said, giving her a hug. “How much do you remember?” Sarah winced and looked at both of them.
“Did I say something about making the babies?” Carina and Chuck shared a look. Sarah dropped her head.
“Hey, thank you for taking care of her last night,” Carina said softly.
“Carina, she fell asleep-” Chuck began.
“Chuckles, I know, and thank you,” with that, she grabbed him, gave him a hug and left. Chuck looked at Sarah.
“I just never know with her,” Chuck said. Sarah barked a laugh. She patted the bed, and Chuck came and sat down beside her.
“Soooo, how do you feel about kids?” Sarah asked.
“Can’t stand them,” Chuck deadpanned. “I mean I’m raising two that aren’t even mine, why would I want my own.” Chuck looked at her. “How do think I feel?”
“I deserved that,” Sarah said. “It got really real last night,” she said softly. “I’ve never thought I deserved something more, and now, I have a chance to have it, but at the same time I’m really scared.”
“As I understand it, that’s how these things normally work,” Chuck replied. “We don’t have to get married tomorrow. I mean we can wait as long as you want.”
“Well, we’ve got a merger, one child graduating preschool in May and going to start Kindergarten in August,” Sarah began. “Big ceremony?”
“Most of my family is gone, Sarah.”
“Elope?”
“Do you want to?”
“No, but something small.”
“Beach?”
“Yeah,” she said nodding. “We’re doing this,” she said, not asked.
“I guess I best get to a jeweler,” Chuck said.
“Actually, I have an idea about that, trust me?”
“With my life. And I mean that literally, because if Beckman finds out I’m Piranha-”
“She’ll do nothing,” Sarah said looking at him. Chuck believed her. Sarah held up a finger, listened, and called out. “Mom, will you just bring it in here?” Chuck gave her a confused look, but in a minute the door opened softly, with Emma looking a little embarrassed.
“That’s what I get for trying to spy on a spy,” she said. Chuck looked confused. “This,” she said, holding a box. “Was my mother’s. She always wanted Sarah to have it.” Emma handed Chuck the box. He opened it, and inside was a diamond ring.
“Sarah,” he began.
“Look, I know it’s not traditional, but what about this whole situation has been?” she said. “Please, Chuck.”
“I’m fine with it,” he grinned. He slid off the bed and dropped down to one knee.
“WAIT!!!” came the yell from outside. Chuck rolled his eyes, and nodded at Emma to open the door. There stood Molly, vibrating, holding Clara. Behind them was Carina and Casey.
“Don’t screw it up, Bartowski,” Casey said.
“I think I got this,” Chuck said. He turned to Sarah. “Sarah Lisa Walker, will you marry me?”
“That’s it, nothing fancy?” Casey whispered to Carina.
“Shut up, Casey,” Carina said, tears in her eyes.
“Say yes, Mommy,” Molly loud whispered. Sarah looked over at her.
“You sure, Molly?” she asked. “This will be your new home and-”
“OF COURSE I’M SURE!” Molly nearly screamed.
“Sarah, I know they’re part of your family, but I’m asking you,” Chuck said grinning. “And if you could hurry, my knee.”
“Yes, Chuck,” Sarah replied. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” Chuck put the ring on her finger and leaned in to kiss her. Out in the hallway the chant began.
“I’m getting a brother, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah. Getting a baby brother, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah.”
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What had been the happiest morning of Chuck’s life had turned into one of the worst mornings. Bryce needed to get to a computer console that didn’t have internet, or even an intranet as far as he could tell.
“Are you saying it’s impossible?” Bryce asked.
“I’m saying, you can’t get into that room with the random 6 numbers that change every five minutes, log onto that computer, break the encryption, download the data and get out,” Chuck replied, his head in his hands.
“What if I clone the 6 number generator?”
“How are you going to do that?”
“I can get close to the mark and let your gadgets do the work,” Bryce replied.
“Bryce, you’d have to be within five feet for three minutes, minimum,” Chuck replied. Bryce scoffed.
“Dude, I am great at seduction.” Sarah barked a laugh. Everyone turned to look at her. She grinned.
“Don’t mind me, just thinking of this morning,” she said.
“Lady feelings will get you killed, Walker,” Casey said.
“Lady feelings might get Bryce killed,” Sarah countered. “They don’t call her the black widow for nothing.”
“Okay, so I modify this scanner, then what?” Chuck asked.
“Then I get into the computer lab and you talk me through it,” Bryce said. Sarah shook her head.
“Nope, there’s no way he can talk you though all that, plus the signal is questionable,” she said.
“Walker’s right, Bryce,” Casey replied. “The only person that could get in there is Bartowski.”
“He’s not going in there,” Sarah said, paying full attention now.
“What if you went with him?” Casey asked. Sarah considered it.
“There is no way that would work,” Bryce said. Chuck looked at him.
“It’s simple, we got in the wrong part of the building, wanted a little alone time,” Chuck said, grinning.
“Sorry, Buddy, no one would believe she would go off with you,” Bryce said, smirking.
“You trust me?” Sarah asked Chuck, a twinkle in her eye. Casey and Carina both grinned.
“You know I do,” Chuck said. “Are we going to do this?”
“If Bryce can get the code,” she said, grinning.
“It has to be tomorrow night,” Bryce said.
“No problem,” Sarah replied.
“It’s going to take me a bit to fix this scanner, do you mind getting the kids?” Sarah winked at him.
“Not at all,” she said. Bryce stood up, nodded, and left, in a huff. She turned to Chuck. “One sign of trouble, we bail.”
“We are doing this just to shut him up, aren’t we?” Chuck asked.
“Yes,” Sarah admitted, a little ashamed of herself. “Maybe we shouldn’t.” Chuck grinned.
“Oh, yes we should!”
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Sarah collected the girls and came home. She and Emma made dinner and were playing with the girls when there was a knock on the door. She walked over and opened it. A lady was standing there with a notebook in her hand.
“Hello, I am here to see Clara Woodcomb and Chuck Bartowski,” she said.
“I’m sorry, he’s still at work,” Sarah said. “Can I ask what this is about?”
“I’m Beverly Charlotte. I’ve been working with Chuck and Clara as her therapist. Chuck asked me to help him out for adoption proceedings with Clara.”
“Oh, come in,” Sarah said, opening the door wide to let the therapist in. “I’m Chuck’s fiancé, Sarah. He must have forgotten with all the transition going on at work.” The therapist raised her eyebrow.
“Transitions at work and fiancé? That’s a lot of changes,” she said, making notes in her notebook. Sarah panicked.
“Why don’t I go call him, I’m sure it just slipped his mind,” she said and dashed off. The phone rang twice before Chuck picked up. “Chuck, Clara’s therapist,” she began.
“Oh, crap!” Chuck yelled. “I’m on my way.”
“Chuck, she doesn’t seem happy you forgot or that I’m here.”
“Don’t worry Sarah, it will be fine,” and Chuck hung up. Sarah stood by herself for a second.
“I’m sweating,” she said to herself. Had she just ruined the chance for Chuck to adopt Clara?
A/N: I’m sorry for the cliffhanger. I hope you enjoyed the return of the insane pace, and admit it, you’re going to be singing to yourself, “I’m getting a brother, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah.” For the next several days. See you soon!
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