Just a little one shot- poking fun at the...ahem... aggravated response of some Chuck fans (myself included) to the news from Comic Con. Thanks to OldDarth for his reviewing skills on this. Enjoy!


Chuck was hunched over at his computer desk, avidly scrolling through pages and pages of information. Sarah was lounging on his bed, absentmindedly soaking up the pure comfort she felt in his presence. Every so often she'd glance at him with bored amusement, and every so often he'd give a little gasp.

"I hope you're not flashing and you aren't about to karate chop me to death," Sarah said playfully, but frowned when Chuck gave her no response.

The news from Comic-Con, she gathered, was quite interesting. Normally, Sarah was quite content to simply let Chuck be the nerd he was- she'd watch and occasionally join in on his Call of Duty marathons (she was awful, and had even considered buying the stupid game herself so she could get better), she went to see the nerdy movies simply so she could rest her head on his arm, and she laughed at every one of his jokes, but the steady stream of news from San Diego had kept them inside for four straight days, and she desperately needed sunshine and fresh air.

Eventually, Sarah stood and rested her arms on the back of Chuck's shoulders. Eyeing the rapidly scrolling screen, she whispered directly into his ear, "Now what could possibly be so interesting that you would rather read about it than take a walk with me?"

Chuck's head barely turned.

"Us. Our, I mean, we're on here. This is all news about us."

"What?! Chuck, is our cover blown?" Sarah stopped lazily glancing at the screen and started paying attention.

"No, this is all about…our relationship. It seems to be the only news coming out of Comic-Con." He looked up at her, eyes wide, and she scrunched up her eyebrows. She knew that they were far from a regular couple, but what normal, well-adjusted member of society cared about whether or not she was with Chuck in an open, committed relationship?

"Well," Sarah said, pulling up a chair, "what are they saying? Go to the page you were just on, there were a bunch of quotes." Chuck hit the back button and there was a sudden flood of information. Chuck and Sarah both read silently, until…
"…She becomes his Kryptonite? Sarah, why would you become my kryptonite? That's just ridiculous, I mean…" He trailed off at the blank look in Sarah's eyes. "Kryptonite, Sarah? Really? As in, the metal from Krypton? Detrimental affect on Superman? Red underwear, blue tights? No bells ringing here?"

"I will neither admit nor deny not knowing what the hell kryptonite is."

Chuck stared at her incredulously for just a few more seconds, her blush growing from a pink tint to a full on, strawberry glow all over her face.

"Alright! Got it! Moving on! What else do they say, Chuck?" Shaking his head, Chuck turned back to the computer screen, fearing the worst. "Hang on, Chuck." Sarah tremulously lifted one hand to point at the screen. "What's that?"

Chuck scrolled up and audibly gulped as he read out loud.

"Something very emotional and traumatic is going to happen between Chuck and Sarah," Chuck read. "Sarah…what could that possibly be talking about?" Sarah's eyes were dark. When, when would she finally be able to be with Chuck without constantly being on edge? If it wasn't the mission, it was General Beckman, or it was Casey, and now this? Now some 'emotional and traumatic event'? Would it ever quit?

"I don't know, Chuck." But inside, Sarah's mind was reeling. In her line of work, emotional and traumatic meant death.

"Sarah, it couldn't be…I mean, we're all safe, right? You, and me and Casey, and my family?"

Sarah looked down at Chuck, again surprised at how well he could read her.

"Chuck, I will never let anyone hurt you, or your family. And Casey and I are perfectly safe, I promise." He sighed. "Who is this puny little twerp anyway?" Sarah asked.

"Um, I think that's Josh Schwartz. He made Gossip Girl and the OC. Not really my kind of TV shows." Chuck laughed at the thought. "They're essentially the same thing but on opposite coasts." Sarah grimaced. Lifestyles of the young and rich didn't really interest her when she'd grown up on the run with her father.

"Hang on, Chuck, what's that link? 'Romantic writer video'? Chuck clicked the link and a video of a petite, brunette woman popped up.

"I wanna thank you so much for inspiring us, driving us forward, we love our fans, when we write, you're our muse…" Chuck and Sarah watched the video with bated breath.

When Jenny Burton's picture cropped up onscreen, Sarah nearly growled, and Chuck had to fake a sneeze to cover his laughter. Sarah popped him lightly on the back of the head and rumbled, "Shut up." When this Adler woman panned to the shot of Chuck and Sarah's wedding portrait, both their hands flew to their mouths.

"Oh, shit," They murmured together. "But, wait…" Sarah said, "She's telling us that she wants this. Maybe she can fix this whole mess with that Schwartz guy?"

Ali Adler continued her speech. "…I'm rooting as hard as you are. Please bear with us." Chuck sat back in his chair, and Sarah sat heavily on his bed.

"Well, see Sarah?" Chuck said brightly, after swallowing and wringing his hands. "It's not that bad!"


Fin. Funny or dumb? Review? Gracias.