A/N: So I was in a car wreck Friday, and I'm really sore and wasn't going to do any writing this weekend, but it dawned on me what September 24th was. Now I, of all people, have to do something don't I? So what should I do? Well many of you have dubbed me the fluff king, so I'm gonna pull out my crown, set it atop my head, and give you what I do best. Charah. Welcome to Chuck vs 11 years.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, if I did Steampunk . Chuckster and I would be writing shows left and right.
He awoke in his bed by himself. It felt…wrong, because today, today was important. His door flung open, and there stood Morgan, holding a nerd herd outfit.
"DUDE! You're gonna be so late, and you know how upset Big Mike gets when you're late!"
"Big Mike is hardly ever on time." How had he slipped back into this so easily?
"But what if he isn't today?" Ah, Moran logic, but there was logic to it. He got up, took the clothes, not sure why, but it seemed important to him, and got dressed. Chuck had just finished with the tie when Morgan burst back in. "We've got to hurry!" Morgan ran behind Chuck, pushing him out of the bed room and down the hall. Chuck decided to take the stairs himself before his little bearded buddy hurt the both of them. He stopped at the bottom. Why did the entrance to the kitchen have a hand drawn Nerd Herd sign taped to it? He turned to Morgan who was holding up a screwdriver. "Never forget it buddy, you and Dr. Who." Chuck shook his head, and walked into the kitchen curious as to what was going on.
He looked over at the cut away part of the wall that looked out over the dining area. His heart jumped up in his throat. She had on THE Brown coat. Oh…he knew what was going on, and as if on cue his bearded buddy said in a hushed, but reverent tone, "Vicky Vale."
"Vicky Vale, Vicky Vale, Vick, Vick, Vickey Vale." Sarah walked up to the counter, gave Chuck a wink, and leaned against it. "It's from Batman," he said, leaning across the counter himself, the biggest grin on his face.
"Because that makes it so much better," she replied, her voice dripping with honey. Eleven years later and he still felt his face color. She pulled out a cellphone.
"OKAY, wait, timeout." He gently took it out of her hand as if it might turn into dust. "Where did you find that?"
"Who said I ever got rid of it?" He turned to her, the biggest grin on his face. "So I hear I need a screw." Chuck blinked. She grinned salaciously and pointed toward the phone. Chuck nodded, and held up the screw driver. He pulled the back cover off as she leaned in. "Morgan has just left to take the kids to daycare, so make sure you screw it properly." Chuck gently laid down the cell phone, tossed the screw driver over his shoulder, put on hand on the counter, and leapt over it. Sarah threw her head back and laughed.
"Mrs. Bartowski, have I told you how glad I am Bryce Larkin sent me that Intersect?"
"No but you have all day to show me the ways." She grabbed his tie and led him to the bedroom.
"Who's your momma!"
A/N: Sorry it wasn't more, but I had to do something. A few updates on fics this week, and hopefully I'll feel like typing in a day or three. Happy Chuckaversery everyone.