Author's Note: Okay, folks, feast your eyes on what I think is the first (and will probably be only) Sill fic. That's right, you're not seeing things. That's Sill, as in Sarah and Jill. Why did I decide to write such an awesome story? Hell if I know.

In this fic you will find references to Chuck/Sarah, Sarah/Bryce, Carina/Sarah, and of course Sarah/Jill.

Most of the credit for this goes to Wepdiggy for his guidance, encouragement, and because he's the one that put the idea in my head in the first place.

Disclaimer: If harsh language, semi-partial alternate universes, out of character characterizations, or the idea of two women together offends you, then this is most definitely NOT the story for you. Realize that this story was written partially tongue-in-cheek and that it's all in good fun.

This was quite possibly the stupidest thing she had ever done in her life.

She knocked on the door. First faintly, and then after sucking in a quick breath, she knocked harder. She could hear the rustling sound of movement through the thin wooden hotel door and smoothed down her shirt.

It was important that she look her best. One of the most important things they taught you at the Farm was that under no circumstances should you ever show weakness to your enemies. And there was no mistake, Jill Roberts was her enemy.

She hoped her hair looked okay. She had stupidly driven to the hotel with the windows of her Porsche down. It had just been so hot…

Messy hair, plain white T-shirt that she had stolen from Chuck, three-year-old jeans. What the hell had she been thinking coming here dressed like this!? If that stupid, overly made-up, holier than thou bitch answered the door looking like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine, she was going to cut somebody.

She vainly tried to check her reflection in the embossed, golden numbered plaque on the door but her image was simply too distorted to get a good look.

Damn it.

She needed to appear cool and confident. She needed to show this woman that SHE, not Jill 'I cheated on the most wonderful man in the world for Bryce fucking Larkin' Roberts, was perfect for Chuck. She needed to show that she was just as beautiful, smart, and sophisticated. She needed to prove that history was ultimately immaterial and that Roberts just needed to back off.

Chuck was hers.

Okay, so maybe right now they couldn't be together. And okay, maybe he had broken up with her and kinda, sorta, probably broke her heart in the process, the jackass, but damn it, that didn't mean just anybody could sweep in and insinuate themselves in her rightful place.

Besides, Jill had already screwed Chuck once before. Not that she liked thinking about Jill screwing Chuck, or anyone screwing Chuck period. Except for her. She actually rather enjoyed thinking about screwing Chuck. How had her thought process gone there? Jill didn't deserve Chuck.

What was so great about her anyway? She was so…so…so short. And all right, she was kind of pretty, but why the hell did he like brunettes so damn much!?

She didn't buy into the stereotype about blondes and had always prided herself on her hair color. It was one of the reasons why her daddy called her Angel. Why would she want to change that?

She went to Harvard. She could fieldstrip a M4 carbine in less than three minutes. She knew five different languages fluently and was conversable in four others. She had never been insecure about her looks; at least not since she joined the CIA. She had always thought blondes were awesome. Definitely not inferior, definitely not inadequate. Or she did until she met Chuck. Now she contemplated dyeing her hair brown at least once a week.

She was so pathetic she was actually thinking about changing her entire look for a man that didn't even want her. No! He wanted the pretty, demure, boring, normal girl on the other side of the door.

Fuck him. She pounded the wall next to her in a fit of frustrated anger. She flexed her hand and sighed. That's what she wanted, no needed to do, but couldn't let herself. She hated her freaking life.

Stupid, lovable, absolutely infuriating nerd. She just wanted to scream in his face that blondes were great too!

She had always thought Chuck liked strong women and Jill just…wasn't. At least her brief impression of the woman hadn't indicated any hidden depths. What had Chuck saw in her!? Sometimes, she found it hard to believe that she had even graduated from Stanford. Not that she really knew the woman, but come on, just how smart could she be? Who the hell got that easily sucked into a criminal conspiracy like that?

Dumb idiot.

What was taking her so damn long to answer the damn door!? She shifted her weight from foot to foot and had to force herself not to sigh in frustration.

She wished she had worn boots or heels or anything other than the dark blue Chucks she had on. At least then she could be sure she was taller. She had no idea why it was so important that she be taller than Jill, but she figured it had to do with the fact that Chuck was taller than her. She liked looking up at Chuck. He made her feel safe and comfortable. With Bryce, they'd always been more or less equal. Same with Carina. But with Chuck, that was simply not the case.

For some reason, she liked the idea of Jill looking up at her.

This was absurd. What was she even doing? Was she actually about to confront Chuck's ex-girlfriend out of some kind of jealousy-spawned temporary insanity? My God, just how compromised was she?

This was stupid.

She turned on her heel and was about to walk, no run, away when she heard Jill's voice call through the door, "Hold on! I'm coming!"

She groaned and made herself turn back around to face the door. Too late, she was committed now. Although she had always wanted to doorbell ditch…

Oh shit, Jill was opening the door!

She hastily ran her hands all over her body, trying one last time to make everything look as perfect as possible.

She breathed in deeply and reminded herself: This woman was the enemy. She was a bitch. She was a harlot. Did people even use the word harlot anymore? If they did, Jill Roberts was the definition of that word. She was a hussy, a slattern—what the hell did that even mean and why had she remembered it?—a skank, a trollop, a… If there was a word that existed to describe a person of low moral character, Jill was that word.

Damn, Jill had opened the door.

Awww shit, why?

She sighed and forced herself to smile in what she hoped was a friendly, welcoming way. Come on, Walker, get your head in the game. Just pretend she's like any other potential mark: Turn on the charm, disarm them with your winning personality, and move in for the kill.

"Hi."

Wow, she was a real freakin' Shakespeare.

Jill looked confused, with her big brown eyes looking up at her—ha! she was taller—like she didn't even remember who she was.

"Hi!" The brunette paused and then cocked her head to the side like all of the sudden the world had shifted 45 degrees. What was she, a pigeon? What an idiot. "Can I help you with something?"

Oh Hell no. There was no way that this…this…usurper had forgotten her! She was not forgettable, damn it! She was Sarah Walker. She had made men literally beg her for sex and then left them with their balls suitably blue, tongues wagging, and minds melted. She had once charmed the daughter of a Venezuelan oil baron out of her dress with a raise of her eyebrow and a twitch of her lips. She had made her seduction school instructor so discombobulated with want that he had actually offered to let her choose her own grade if she would just let him touch her. Touch her. Like just her hand. She had…she had…

God fucking damn it, why were all those examples from her past?

It was true. Her average in the present was not even above the Mendoza line. She was pathetic, a failure. She couldn't even keep Chuck interested long enough to stop him from breaking up with her every three months. Just what the Hell had Chuck done to her?

Carina had once told her that as long as you believed that everyone wanted to fuck you, they would. Confidence was key. So where was her confidence now? Why did she even have to do her own recon to see just how much of a threat Jill was? How had she lost control over Chuck so easily?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she reminded herself, Chuck was too important to her to exploit him like that. Well big fucking deal. That kind of moral righteousness was all well and good when everything was going great and there were no real, serious threats on the horizon. When there were beautiful, smart, dangerous brunettes around, though, sometimes you needed to get your hands dirty.

How had she not noticed that Jill was wearing glasses until now? She had always loved it when Carina wore glasses as part of a cover…

Damn, she was getting distracted. Distraction was a killer in the middle of an op. Literally. She had once heard of an agent in the Sudan that had gotten distracted by a fly. Stepped on a mine—boom!—no more distraction. The fly was apparently fine though.

Focus, Walker, focus! Stop staring and start talking!

"Yeah, hi, I'm Sarah." Jill continued to stare at her blankly. "Sarah Walker," she added.

Jill's dark eyes widened and sparkled a bit with recognition. It was funny, but Jill's eyes kind of reminded her of Chuck's. Weird. "Ooooooh, you're Chuck's friend, right?"

She wanted to roll her eyes. Like really wanted to, but she restrained herself. Yeah, she was his friend. That was part of the fucking problem. Plus, seriously? Did Jill routinely forget the people who saved her worthless ass? "We work together. I was at the conference earlier," she said liltingly. Like, get a clue, come on!

Jill smiled and her perfect white teeth seemed to gleam in the hallway light. Ugh, it was so unfair. She wished her teeth could look like that. Bryce had always said that her teeth gave her character. Carina had claimed they made her more interesting and alluring. Unique she would say. Unique was sexy. But then Carina had always been willing to say just about anything to make her lower her defenses enough so she could get in her pants. Chuck…Chuck never said anything, but she suspected that Chuck never mentioned her teeth because he just didn't care. He just thought she was perfect, flaws and all, and that's why she liked him so damn much.

Clearly he was an idiot, because she was about as far from perfect as humanly possible, but she loved the thought all the same.

"Oh yeah! I remember you now." Finally. "Thanks, by the way."

She blinked slowly, moving her eyes back and forth across Jill's face. There had to be a flaw somewhere. "Thanks for what?"

Jill shrugged and the tank top she was wearing stretched tight across her chest and stomach. She watched the way the fabric moved and found herself getting distracted again. "For helping Chuck. For helping me. For…everything, I guess."

"Oh." She hadn't expected Jill to be so…gracious. It was disconcerting. "Not a problem. I was just doing my job."

"Right," Jill said. She nodded her head and her ponytail went flying. Some of her bangs fell across her eyes and she had to fight the sudden urge to brush them away. She didn't understand why Jill wore her hair like that. It completely detracted from her eyes.

Suddenly Jill started, like she'd been poked in the side with a cattle prod, and she stepped away from the door. "I can't believe I forgot. Would you like to come in?"

Did she want to go in? Yes, finally, thank God. That was why she was here. And she better do this now before she lost her nerve. She was determined to find anything that she could use against Jill Roberts. She was a threat. Maybe not a threat to the Intersect, but a threat to her.

And she eliminated threats.

She smiled, nodded her head, and said, "Thank you, I'd love to."

Then she followed Jill inside.

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