A/N: Now, I'm not sure how many of you guys play WoW (World Of Warcraft), but I used to, and I thought that if Chuck could showoff his badass nerd self, why not I? I stopped playing the game after the second expansion came out, and I sorta quit a few months before that. So, I'm trying to get all that I can remember and fit this into the story. I'm aware that an incredible lot as changed during gameplay, so I apologize if any info has been changed/is wrong. Sarah's character is actually based on mine. Alifina, 70 Hunter, Xanadu, on Gorgonnash. I don't show up in the Armory anymore though. Pretty sad. I miss it ): Thanks for reading, reviews are great. Enjoy!

Here's a brief summary of WoW, for those who don't play at all: (Copy&Pasted from GameSpot's review)

"In World of Warcraft, you create your alter ego by choosing from a variety of colorful races and powerful classes, and then you begin exploring, questing, and battling in Azeroth, the fantasy setting featured in Blizzard's Warcraft real-time strategy games."

I would try posting the link, but it'll be empty, so... Google it if you must! "WoW summary"
(You might wanna do just that, cause theprincess1511 had no idea what the heck was happening when she read this fic.)

Disclaimers:

1) The name "Chucklebutt" was (forgive me) stolen from HATEmach1ne's fic, "Chuck vs The Scarlet Ibis" Great story, people, go read it!
2) I don't own Chuck
3) I do not own WoW
4) Thank you, theprincess1511, for helping me with everything!
5) I do not own Adam Baldwin

"Alright, so choose your race, class and name," Chuck stated as he pointed at the respective spots for Sarah to click and type in on the character creation interface.

Sarah, frowning slightly, contemplated in silence for a moment, before shifting the mouse to select the race of "Night Elf", and the class of "Rogue". Chuck smirked slightly, knowing how much she'd personified herself in the game – a sexy, mysterious being that was superior with knives. In the name column, she nonchalantly typed in "Sarah", and hit the accept button.

Chuck, who sat on his bed, right behind her, chuckled softly as a notice flashed across the computer screen that the name had already been taken, which was a pretty common occurrence when playing an internationally successful and recognised game like World Of Warcraft.

It had taken him an extremely long period of time and a herculean amount of effort to finally convince Sarah to play the game, and he was gleefully watching her from behind, perched on his bed, as Sarah struggled to even create her character.

"You can't just name her Sarah, that's way too common! You've gotta give her an ancient, unique name… maybe Sarania or Sarafina." Chuck said as a matter-of-factly, earning him a small glare from Sarah.

"I don't even know why I'm playing this stupid game! And what kind of name is Sarania? Don't tell me you named your character, Chuckles or something."

"I did not! I named him Chucklebutt!" He protested childishly, almost like a little child who had been accused wrongly of something. Sarah, clearly unimpressed, stifled a giggle as she stared at him with a tiny hint of a smile.

"Chuck? How is that any better than Chuckles? At least, Chuckles is less degrading than… Chucklebutt," she giggled slightly.

"In my defence, Chuckles was already taken. Now, find a better name!" He scoffed with his arms crossed.

Sarah rolled her eyes, and proceeded to name the long silver-haired, purple-skinned beautiful computerized version of herself, "Alifina". She hit the accept button yet again, and did double take at the full view of her character.

"Chuck, um, why are her boobs so huge? There's no way that's physically possible!" She exclaimed in awe, trying to mentally measure the Night Elf's figure. It was probably a 40-24-36 figure, one that Sarah herself could very well possess. The irony of it all caused Chuck to break out in a toothy grin.

"What're you smiling about?" She asked in confusion, before having a slight epiphany. Her face scrunched up in realization, as she teased him slightly.

"No wonder you play this game!" She scoffed, "men and their stupid impossible fantasies."

"Hey now, we resent that! And will you just play the game already?" He scowled, excitement bubbling inside his chest. His cover girlfriend – a secret agent for the CIA was playing one of his most beloved games. A spy was playing World Of Warcraft!

Sarah rolled her eyes at him as an opening sequence began, and the rich music of the elves began to sound from the speakers. A deep, bellowing voice began to recite the history of the Night Elves. The camera panned from the majestic Night Elf capital of Darnassus, before moving towards the forest that bordered the city. Finally, the camera arrived at Shadowglen, the starting area, where Alifina stood, in front of two male elves – one with an exclamation mark hovering over his head, and the other clutching a staff in his hand.

"Not bad… I'm impressed." Sarah complimented the vast features and narration of the game, eliciting a grin of pure joy on Chuck's face.

"But her boobs are still way too big." Chuck's face fell noticeably.

"Alright, now, you see that guy with the huge exclamation mark over his head? Yeah, that guy is a quest-giver, and he'll start you off." Chuck explained to a nodding Sarah.

She aimed her mouse for him, and right-clicked his muscular figure. A scroll popped up to the side of her screen, and words began to unravel themselves. A quest to eliminate seven "Young Nightsabers" and four "Young Thistle Boars" in the immediate vicinity, that Sarah had no choice but to accept.

"This is where the fun part begins! It's a-fightin' time, Sarah!" Chuck cheered from behind.

"I'm killing, what now? Nightsabers and Thistle Boars? Seems pretty… Illegal." She commented coolly. Checking Alifina's equipment, she found herself wielding a puny little blade that was supposed to be her main offense.

"Are you kidding me? That's supposed to be a weapon? My weapon?" She whirled around in the spinning chair to face Chuck, face contorted in frustration.

"Chuck, you can't expect me to fight with that… that toothpick?"

"Calm down, calm down, you'll get better weapons as you level up. You see that bar there?" He pointed at the base of the screen and directly above the scattered icons was a bar that was partially shaded purple. "That's your experience bar. When you reach the end of the bar, you'll level up and it'll restart itself." Sarah nodded in deep understanding, and turned back to her screen.

"Besides, you've fought with a fork and knife before," he chuckled softly under his breath, not knowing that Sarah heard every word.

Her thoughts drifted back to the night where they had gone on a date, with no strings attached. That didn't go too well, though, as Chuck had flashed on the guy at the next table. And the other guy at the other table, and the subsequent guys at subsequent tables. The terrorists had no idea what hit them, but Sarah had impaled everyone with her arsenal of throwing knives, and fought them off with her fork and knife. It was a pretty significant night, as they were due for a roadtrip the next morning that Devon had forced them to go on. They were so tired, that they'd slept for majority of the drive itself.

That was when she had caught Chuck staring at her for pretty much the rest of the trip when he had woken up. And that was the weekend where she had let her hair down for longer than she had ever done before.

She checked out the different abilities that Alifina possessed, and was intrigued that she could throw knives. She decided to put that skill to use. Targeting a lone black-striped tiger with long fangs like a Sabertooth tiger – which explained the name "Nightsaber" – she hit the key which allowed her character to propel a knife, and a small knife embedded itself in the creature's flesh. It roared in anger as it started towards her. Sarah began to hit the same key, wishing for more knives to be thrown. A red bolded notice appeared at the top of her screen that said, "Ability is not ready yet."

Sarah cursed as the Nightsaber finally reached Alifina, and began to hit the number keys that corresponded with the skills that the rogue possessed. In a matter of seconds, the Nightsaber fell to the grassy floor, dead.

"That was pathetic, Chuck! I'm a supposed spy and thief in the game, and all I get is to throw one measly knife?"

When Chuck failed to reply her, she turned around to an empty bed. Suddenly alarmed, she bolted out of her seat, and kept her hand on the small of her back, where she kept her real throwing knives. A shadow signalled that someone was approaching the room, and Sarah held her stance as she prepared to throw the metal blade.

"Ahhhhh!" Chuck screamed as a knife went sailing past his head and rooted itself into the wall, inches from where his face was. He faced Sarah with wide, petrified eyes, and the silver laptop that he carried slipped out of his arms and crashed to the floor. The loud crash jarred him violently out of his partial paralysis and he picked the laptop up, rubbing the shiny cover like a precious treasure. Glancing back at the knife, he put his foot against the wall and pulled it out after at least 10 tugs.

"What the hell, Sarah?! You could've killed me!" He hissed in a heated whisper, with Ellie still being in the house. Sarah stared open mouthed in shock and horror, unable to reply him.

"I – I'm so sorry, Chuck! A-Are you alright? You weren't there, and I – I thought something bad happened!" She stuttered, finally managing to overcome the scare.

"So, uh, what's with the laptop?" She asked nervously, still standing up.

Chuck's eyes lit up with an excited glow, as he collapsed himself onto his bed. He ushered her back to her game, where she went back to completing her quests. As she was about to take down the seventh Nightsaber, a flaming arrow soared towards her, and impaled the Nightsaber with a sickening thud. The beast fell to the ground in a flaming heap, as Sarah was informed that her quest was completed.

Sarah squinted her eyes as a muscular male Night Elf hunter with silky blue hair stood before her, mounted on a ferocious looking riding Frostsaber – the white coloured version of a Nightsaber. His epic gear and armour hugged his muscles in a tight fit as he dismounted from the tiger. Immediately, an animal appeared by his side – a wolf, to be exact.

Chucklebutt, the level 80 Night Elf hunter, bowed to Alifina, the level 3 Night Elf rogue, as did Chuck to Sarah in his room. Sarah stared at him in wide-eyed wonder as Chucklebutt began to dance.

"How did you do that?" She giggled as the Night Elf began to dance circles around her own character.

"Type in, /dance," Chuck said, laughing at her reaction.

Soon, the two characters began to dance together, as other players stopped to watch them. One particular character, named Baldwin, a human Paladin, began to dance with them as well. Sarah burst into laughter as the human began to dance rather ridiculously. Both Chuck and Sarah received an invitation to a group by Baldwin, which they decided to accept.

"Bartowski, Walker, if you'd stop your pole dancing for a bit, Beckman wants a conference in five."

"CASEY?!" Chuck and Sarah shouted in unison.

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