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Oh by the way! How’s Chuck vs The New Life coming along? Is it on hold or just moving slowly?

Well, I kinda lost my inspiration for it! I suppose when I start to feel inspired again I might! 

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Oh if it’s for your family it’s a whole other story. Lying is still wrong, but what don’t you do for your own blood? :/ Goodluck to you and your sister to get out of the mess. Also have to giv kudos for your story the other day, it was lovely.

Thanks, I know it's different when it comes to family :/ And hey, thank you :D I enjoyed writing it!

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hotski replied to your post: I hate lying. I hate it. It makes me feel horrible and dirty, I had to lie on someone's behalf out of loyalty and now it's just spiralled out of control and I feel like I'm a bad person.

I’ve been there myself. If the matter isn’t serious and there’s any chance to make it right - try to do it, or get your friend to make it right. Such a cliche, but you come the furthest with honesty.

I know.. It wasn't a friend it was my sister, I had to protect her but now the truth has come out like it always does and we both have to deal with the consequences

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Ha! Good call Karen, good call. I may return it back with some #ConVerse love within a few days because of you taking another glass of delicioius wine!

I just downed it like a .... something that downs things quickly.

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One last one! I'd like to see Charah going to Mc Donalds when Sarah is pregnant and grumpy, LOL.

Chuck did a double-take.  "You want what?"

"I don't understand it, either," Sarah said, her voice frustrated and annoyed.  "But I really, really want an apple pie from McDonald's.  And French fries." 

Chuck blinked.  If there was one thing that hadn't changed in Sarah from before and after her memory loss, it was her disdain for McDonald's.  He had never understood just why she hated the Golden Arches so much, but he had accepted it and kept to himself when he had hit up the fast-food chain for an occasional chocolate milkshake. 

"Okay, okay, we can do that.  We can totally do that," Chuck said, swinging the car around and heading towards the McDonald's he had just passed.  "I guess the baby wants what the baby wants, huh?"

Sarah frowned.  "I thought I'd want things like pickles and ice cream.  At least they have some redeeming characteristics, even the ice cream.  Nobody told me I'd want deep-fried, preservative-laden junk food."

Now in her fourth month of pregnancy, Sarah's moods varied wildly.  Chuck had learned to tread lightly, although he was hoping that since her morning sickness seemed to be ending, Sarah would start feeling more comfortable with being pregnant.  Today's grumpiness was out-of-the-ordinary, though.  

He joined the long line of cars waiting in the drive-through lane.  Taking advantage of the situation, he reached out and took her hand.  "Is there anything else going on that's bothering you?" 

Sarah looked at him and bit her lower lip.  "I know I've been bitchy today . . . I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby," he said, squeezing her hand. 

"No, it's not," she said, shifting in her seat to face him.  "The McDonald's thing is the straw that breaks the camel's back." 

"Why do you hate it so much?" he asked, without really thinking his question through. 

Sarah stayed silent for a long moment, long enough for him to wonder if he should take back the question.  Then she blew out a breath.  "When I was eleven, a con went bad and my dad left me at a McDonald's.  And he didn't come back until the next day."

"What?!?" Chuck said, looking at his wife.  "He really did that?" 

She nodded.  "I stayed there all day, taking bits and pieces of food," she said, looking embarrassed.  "I . . . I actually stole a Happy Meal from a little boy, because I was so hungry.  And then, that night, I hid in the ball pit in the play area and slept there." 

"Baby . . ." Chuck said, running a hand through her hair.  Sarah had never really opened up about how exactly life with her father had been.  He really, really hoped this was a rock-bottom moment. 

It took Sarah a moment to come out of the memories, then she sighed and leaned into his hand a little.  "It was awful.  And after that, I vowed to only go to McDonald's if it was truly the only option other than going hungry more than eight hours.  And I've kept that promise."  She looked at him hesitantly.  "After that, my dad stopped doing dangerous cons until I was nearly eighteen." 

Chuck leaned in and kissed her softly.  "I'm sorry, baby," he said softly against her lips. 

She wrapped her arms around him, not moving until the car behind them in line honked their horn because they hadn't moved up.  She pulled away and wiped her hand over her face.  "Thanks, Chuck.  I--I'll be okay." 

He nodded as he moved the car up, bringing them nearly to the speaker.  He considered his words, then spoke in a casual tone of voice.  "You know . . . we could just go home and make our own fries and apple pie." 

"Really?" she asked softly and hesitantly.  "You . . . you'd help me do that?"

In answer to her question, Chuck swung the car out of the drive-through and headed towards the supermarket at the far end of the strip mall complex.

And although he had no idea how to make an apple pie or homemade French fries, Sarah's relieved smile told him that just attempting to learn was more than enough for her.

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Okay! I'd like to see a fic where Chuck is sick and Sarah takes care of him. Has been done before but I'm sure you can make it your own. :)

A loud, hacking cough broke the quiet in Castle and drew Sarah’s attention from the files she was reviewing.  The sight of a pale Chuck made her rise to her feet.  “You don’t look so good,” she said, helping him into a chair.  Chuck sniffed.  “I’m okay.  Just have a bit of a cold.”  Then he let out a cataclysmically large sneeze, his head snapping back from the force of the sneeze.  “A bit of a cold?” she asked dryly, raising an eyebrow.  She shouldn’t be worrying about him.  He was a grown man.  And if he wanted to be a spy like he said he did, then he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.  Besides, as soon as he walked in the door, Ellie would be sure to wrap him up in blankets and make him soup and do all the things that someone does when the person they care about is sick.  He drew a handkerchief out of the pocket of his pants and wiped his nose.  “Okay, it’s a full-blown cold.  But it’s the busiest time of the year at the Buy More, and with Shaw in D.C., we’re short a man.  At least I can flash now.”“Chuck, if you flash in this condition, your brain would explode,” Sarah said tartly.  “Just--just go home.  Feel better soon.”  He looked at her and set his jaw, showing a rare glimpse of his stubborn side.  “I’m fine.”  He coughed again, his shoulders hunching over.  “I’m sure Ellie could fix you up,” Sarah pointed out, her voice softening a little.  It was hard to stay professional in the face of Chuck’s illness.  She’d done her best to treat him like any other coworker, even when her natural instinct to protect him and support him kept flaring up.  But after all, they had worked together for over two years now--it was understandable that she’d take his side on issues like keeping Morgan out of a bunker.  “Ellie and Devon are at a medical conference this week,” Chuck said nasally.    “Oh,” Sarah said.  He gestured towards the stack of folders in front of her.  “C’mon.  Let’s get to work.”  With a sigh, Sarah stood up.  “No.  I’m taking you home.  You need to rest, because Shaw’s talking about making a final assault on the Ring and we need you to be a hundred percent.  Besides . . .”  She paused for a moment.  “I’m sure I can heat up some soup or do whatever you need to start feeling better.”  She gave him a small smile, trying to act like her offer was no big deal.  He sniffed again, his eyes looking dazed and grateful.  “I wouldn’t want you to get sick . . .”“I don’t get sick,” Sarah said, picking up some files and sliding them into her bag.  “Let’s go.”  XXXChuck’s cold was even worse than he was letting on, Sarah suspected.  He’d dropped into a fitful doze on the drive back to Echo Park and he’d been slow to wake up once they arrived.  Sarah bit her lip as she guided him towards his bedroom.  She had hoped some extra rest would be enough to help him kick this illness, but she was starting to doubt that.  “Here you go,” Sarah said, helping him lay down.  She lightly touched his forehead, somewhat relieved that he didn’t feel feverish.  “Hmph,” Chuck muttered, shifting around on top of the covers.  His eyelids drooped, and Sarah moved to untie and pull off his Converses before turning to loosen his tie.  The touch of her fingers must have surprised him, because his eyes widened.  “W-what are you doing?” he asked, sounding confused.  “Oh, I was just . . .”  Undressing you.  Sarah frowned and stepped back.  “Do you need anything?”  Chuck shook his head, lifting himself up enough to get under the covers.  “I’m just gonna sleep.”  He looked up at her.  “Thank you, Sarah.”  She swallowed.  The sight of him with the covers pulled up to his chin, his eyes watery and his face pale . . . he was the living embodiment of defenseless right now.  And even though she knew he wasn’t defenseless, that he had proved he was perfectly capable of destroying her heart, it was getting harder to remember that.  Harder to not forgive him for what he had done in Prague, now that she knew why he had done it.  Of course she wished he had just told her what he was feeling and thinking, but more than anyone she understood how hard it was to let someone in.  “You’re welcome, Chuck,” she said softly.  “I--I’ll just be in the living room, if you need anything.”  He nodded, already starting to fall asleep.  “Bein’ my knight in shining armor . . .”Sarah couldn’t help a small smile at his muttered words.  “Does that make you a damsel in distress?” she couldn’t help asking.  Chuck opened his eyes long enough to give her a weak grin, then he gave up the fight against sleep.  As she gazed down at him, Sarah considered Chuck’s words.  It was sweet and very Chuck to cast himself as the weak one, comparing himself to her and finding himself lacking.  It was true that when she came into his life, she was the one protecting him, saving him from anyone that threatened him.  But now?  Now it wasn’t so clear.  Now she would have a hard time seeing him as the weak one, not with how she felt about Prague.  Since then, she’d fought so hard against her feelings, yet she couldn’t seem to tamp them down and see him as just another agent.  And honestly, he wasn’t just another agent.  He was coming into his own as a spy, seeing that he didn’t start and end with the Intersect.  Chuck Bartowski could be a very good spy and Sarah didn’t know how she felt about that.  She just knew that her feelings for the man in front of her hadn’t gone away in spite of her efforts.    Although she was tempted to stay in his room and watch him sleep, Sarah straightened her shoulders and walked out of his bedroom, leaving his door ajar.  There was plenty of paperwork to keep her busy, he deserved his privacy, and . . . and if she stayed she might find herself thinking more about knights and damsels and confessions and emotions.  XXXIt was past five o’clock when Chuck shuffled into the kitchen.  Instead of his Nerd Herd uniform, he was now wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.  He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of orange juice, nodding to her.  “Hey.”  His color was a lot better and he sounded less nasal.  Sarah felt her spirits rise.  “Hey.  You look better.”  “Better than death warmed over?” he asked with a lopsided smile before pouring himself a glass of juice.  Sarah returned his smile, pushing aside the files she had been trying to read.  She hadn’t been as successful at ignoring her thoughts as she would have liked, so she hadn’t gotten much done.  But this paperwork was more busywork than anything else.  Chuck looked at the pot on the stove and lifted the lid.  He took a deep sniff, then looked over at her.  “This is a lot more than warming up some soup.”  She could feel her cheeks flush, but she tried to be nonchalant.  “It’s still a can of soup--I just added a few things to make it a little better.”  That really was all she had done: taken advantage of Ellie’s large spice rack to make the chicken noodle soup more interesting.  It wasn’t that special.    “It smells great,” he said, setting the lid down and turning to face her.  “Especially since I can smell it.”  “Would you like to have some?” she asked, standing up and stepping into the kitchen.“I can do it,” he said, even as he moved out of her way when she approached the stove.  “Go take a seat.  I’ve got this,” she said, glancing up at him.  He clearly had been sick, but up close he looked a lot better than he had earlier.  Chuck smiled a little and headed over to the table.  When she brought the bowls of soup over, he was looking over the paperwork she had been reviewing.  “Careful.  You’re probably still too weak to flash,” she said without thinking.  Then she wanted to kick herself.  Why did she keep letting herself care about him?  Even though he didn’t need her to protect him and she didn’t think she could risk her heart again on Chuck Bartowski?  He looked up at her, then quietly closed the file folders and pushed them aside.  “Have you heard from Shaw?”Sarah took a small sip of her soup, stalling for time.  “Not in the last few days,” she said.  She knew that Chuck thought she was dating Shaw.  Thought that their relationship was serious.  But it wasn’t.  It wasn’t that different from what she had with Bryce: two people who worked together and spent time together.  Not like what she once had with Chuck.  Not like what she had with him now, even after everything that had happened.  His face was slightly confused, but he just nodded and ate his soup slowly.  Although it burned her tongue, Sarah focused on spooning the food into her mouth, wanting to end this uncomfortable encounter.  Yet in the silence that was broken only by the clink of spoons against bowls, things felt oddly . . . relaxed.  It was too confusing for Sarah.  Leaving her bowl half-full, she got up and started gathering her papers.  “I need to get back to Castle.”  If he was surprised by her actions, he didn’t reveal it.  “Okay,” he said, standing up and following her to the front door.  She looked up at him.  “Take it easy, okay?”With a smile, he nodded.  “I will.  I’m just going to finish my soup and go back to bed, I think.”“Good,” she said softly, holding the files to her chest.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”  “See you then,” he said, then suddenly he reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder.  “And, really, Sarah--thank you.”  Ever since Prague, Chuck had been careful about touching her.  She hadn’t realized what feeling his fingers on the skin revealed by her Orange Orange tank would do to her.  It had been so long and in spite of everything she told herself, she missed him.  But she couldn’t give in to him.  Not here, not like this.  So she took a small step back.  “It was nothing,” she said, giving him her best friendly smile.  Then she turned on her heel and walked out.  As she headed to her car, Sarah Walker found herself sniffing a little.  But she was pretty sure it wasn’t because she was coming down with Chuck’s cold.

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Yvonne Strahovski

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I've submited another little fic that I don't know if you will do but anyways. I'd like to see one where Chuck and Sarah is celebrating their son's birthday. Don't remember the rules about the fics but that's one I'd like to see you make. :)

Casey Stephen Bartowski knew that turning five was a big deal.  It meant going to school and seeing if it was as fun as his big sister Willow said.  It meant he'd be allowed to play on his daddy's X-Box, instead of being stuck with the only-for-babies Wii.  It meant he wasn't a little kid anymore.

But best of all, turning five years old meant he was the one in charge today.  So at seven in the morning, he peeked into his parents' room.  

Mommy and Daddy were both asleep, although Daddy might be awake and playing possum.  He liked to do that, Casey knew.  

Tiptoeing into the room, he edged closer to the bed.  He crouched down by the end of the bed, watching his parents for a minute, before he carefully climbed up on the bed and crawled in-between them.  

Here was safe.  Between his tall, strong daddy and his really strong mommy with a little brother or sister for him in her belly.  Even though he wasn't sleepy, Casey closed his eyes and cuddled in against his parents.  

When he woke up again, it was to feel his daddy's hand on his back.  "Good mornin', Case."  

He smiled at the nickname his parents used, to help keep him separate from Uncle Casey.  "G'morning, Daddy."  

"You're up early," Daddy said, ruffling Casey's dark blonde hair and smiling at him.  

"Today's important," Casey said, looking up at him.  

His daddy's eyes, just like Casey's, sparkled.  "Hmmm, is it?  I thought it was just a normal Saturday . . ."

"Daddddddy," Casey said.  

He laughed quietly and scooped up Casey.  "No, you're right.  Today is very important, because today is your birthday."  

Casey beamed at him.  "Uh-huh!  And I wanna have pancakes for breakfast and then go to the zoo and then play with Jaina at Uncle Morgan and Aunt Alex's house and have pizza for dinner and open presents!"

"In that order?  You think you can wait until tonight to open your presents?" his daddy asked with a grin.  

"Oh," Casey said, frowning a little.  

"Your daddy's teasin' you, Case," his mommy said, her voice sounding sleepy.  

"Did we wake you up, Mommy?" Casey asked, turning to look at her.  "I tried to be quiet, honest."  

His mommy, who was the prettiest mommy in the whole world, smiled at him.  "It's okay, baby.  Happy birthday," she said, leaning in and kissing his cheek.  

"Thank you," he said, snuggling in against her.  "Do you want to have pancakes with me this morning?"  

"Mmm, yes," his mommy said, wrapping her arms around him.  "Blueberry ones."  

Casey pouted.  "Chocolate chip?"  

"Or I can do both," his daddy said, since he was the official pancake-maker in the Bartowski house.  

"Yay!" Casey said, smiling widely at his daddy.

"Yay!" said another voice from the doorway.  His big sister Willow came dashing into the room, jumping up on the bed.  "I love birthdays.  Even when it's not mine."  

His mommy laughed.  "Good morning, Willow."  

"Morning, Mom, morning, Dad," his sister said, leaning over and kissing both of them.  Then she hugged him tightly.  "Happy birthday, Case!"  

Casey hugged her back.  Even though Willow was nearly a grown-up (she was going to be nine on her next birthday!) she was a really nice big sister.  "We're goin' to the zoo and seein' Jaina and havin' pizza tonight!"

Willow wiggled with excitement and Casey joined in.  Their daddy laughed.  "Okay, you squirmy ones, go wash up and meet me in the kitchen for Casey's Pancake Extravaganza."  

"Okay!" Casey said, squeezing past Willow and hopping off the bed. As they ran into their shared bathroom, he turned to his sister.  "Willow?  What's 'stravaganza?"  

And as they washed their hands, Willow explained the latest of their daddy's big words.

XXX

Sarah smiled at Chuck.  "Chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes?  You are spoiling our son."  

With the smile she fell in love with so many years ago, her husband leaned in and kissed her softly.  "If you can't get spoiled on your birthday, when can you?"  

She kissed him back, savoring the feel of him.  "Mmm.  Good point." A rumbling from her stomach made her look down and rub the swell caused by the seven-month baby inside her.  "Soon we'll have one more to spoil."  

"I can't wait," Chuck said, his eyes bright.  "One more chance to see if we get a baby with your eyes."  

Sarah smiled up at him.  "You're sweet."  She pushed herself up into a sitting position.  "Case is going to flip out when his uncle Casey shows up tonight."  

"Yep--he really doesn't have any idea," Chuck said with a smile.  "It's been too long since we saw Casey, too."  

She nodded in agreement.  "I told Casey that Nerf guns were allowed once Case turned five, so you know what Casey will be bringing."  

"Can't Nerf make a tranq gun version?"

Giggling, she kissed his cheek before getting out of bed.  "How would that even work?"

Chuck thought about it for a moment, then shrugged and grinned at her.  "You wanna shower while I make breakfast?"  

"Yes, please," Sarah said, stretching a little and seeing that same spark in Chuck's eyes he got whenever he looked at her.  "And go easy on the chocolate chips in the pancakes."  

"Nope," Chuck said, sliding out of bed and pulling on a pair of sweat pants over his boxers.  "It's Case's birthday."  

Sarah grinned.  "Okay, okay, I know when I'm outnumbered."  

He grinned back and kissed her quickly.  "See you downstairs."  

As she watched her husband walk out of their bedroom, Sarah found herself rubbing her stomach.  It seemed like just yesterday that she was pregnant with Case, and now her little boy was turning five years old.  While Willow was the spitting image of Chuck, in looks and personality, Case's shaggy blonde hair and big brown eyes was more like a mix of Chuck and herself.  But his personality was a lot like hers.  He was a little daredevil, causing her to already lose a bit of sleep over him.  He also was warm and loving, just like Chuck.  

With a happy sigh, Sarah Walker Bartowski decided she'd rather skip her shower and spend more time with her family.  So she left her bedroom and walked down to the kitchen, hearing the happy voices of her husband and children the whole way.