A/N: I wrote up another weird piece of work for this one. Let me know how much it sucked:
Chuck watched the blonde goddess as she continued her speech, managing to frighten every trainee in the process. Some students, like Larkin, smirked, considering her words to be a challenge.
Sarah eyed Chuck directly for a moment, a twinkle still in her eye. Chuck smiled adorably before she continued.
" You'll each be assigned a mentor or instructor for combat..." she explained. " Either me, Agent Casey..." she motioned to a muscular, burly man, in his late 40's.
Chuck shivered. The man looked terribly intimidating.
" Or Agent Smith.." she motioned to a short girl with brunette hair, about as old as Chuck. She had a gorgeous body, and a beautiful smile. Chuck stared for a while, but he just didn't find her as captivating as Walker.
"Each week you will learn new skills, in Hand to hand combat, fire arms, sparring, and more." She explained briefly, not wasting any time. " In a short amount of time, seduction training will come up. I expect you all will do fine." She finished. Chuck gulped. 'Seduction? How on earth can I seduce her?'
Walker smirked, surveying the audience. " I look forward to meeting you all personally. Give it one hundred and ten percent. That's what's expected if you want to make it." She glanced sideways momentarily. " Your classes and Mentors are posted on the wall to my right. You are to find your mentor and follow them to your first session immediately. Understood?" she demanded.
There was a chorus of " Yes m'ams." As the group dispersed in a hurry. As Chuck rose to see his assignment, Sarah stopped him, grabbing his shoulder.
"Chuck?" she gave him a smirk. " I'm pretty sure your'e with me." Chuck froze. " I uh...Um..that's great.." he felt his stomach flip as he watched the goregous blonde.
" Where do we start?"
" Us? Oh. The dojo..." she grinned. Once again, Chuck gulped.
Sarah lead her small group of seven students to the dojo. Chuck stared in awe. The large room was filled with gear. There were punching bags, gloves, katanas and nunchucks on the walls, and knives sheathed there beneath them.
"So.." Sarah led them to the center, where the mat was clear. "Who's first? I need to get an idea of where your levels are.." she explained. No one dared raise there hand. Finally, a single, clear cut voiced echoed.
" I will." Bryce Larkin stepped onto the center. Tall, muscular, and completely fit, he was a formidable enemy. Chuck wondered if he was any match for Walker still.
Sarah gave him a once over. "Think you can handle me?"
Bryce smirked. " Yeah. I think so."
Sarah nodded. " I hate smirkers." She told him. Immediately, he wiped it off his face.
"Come at me." She commanded.
Full of adrenaline, Bryce launched himself at her. The two circled eachother like cats hungry for prey. He threw a flurry of punches at her upper body, and she blocked with an ease that fascinated Chuck.
Sarah retaliated with a solid roundhouse, connecting with Bryce's jaw. He was knocked over, immediately trying to sweep under her feet to no avail. She had already won this time.
" Not bad." Sarah gave him an approving smile, and for some reason, it caused a pit of envy in Chuck's gut. Why was this happening? He shouldn't have cared. For the next few hours, Chuck watched as Sarah pummeled the students, and one by one, she denied them the chance of dignity.
Finally, not even tired in the slightest, she glanced up. Chuck sat there, afraid. He had no moves. The only reason he got into this damn program was because of his flawless academic mind. Sarah seemed to sense his fear. But rather than calling on him, she dismissed her group for lunch.
Chuck was one of the last to leave, but right as he got up, Sarah held him back.
" You're not done just yet, Chuck."
Chuck sighed. " Agent Walker..." he began tiredly.
"Call me Sarah. The class isn't here..." she insisted.
Chuck gave her a slight smile. " Look, Sarah,...I can't fight..." he began.
Sarah just tilted her head. " Yes you can."
Chuck stared, dumbfounded. " No, I honestly can't-.." Sarah punched him square in the chest, knocking the breath out of him.
At a loss for words, he glanced up helplessly at her.
" Fight me." She commanded.
Chuck rose slowly. If she wanted to fight that badly, he'd give it a shot. He threw a punch or two at her, which she easily blocked. She went easy on him as they continued, and he got nothing past her. Chuck realized that she wanted the fight to end soon, and that she'd try and use her roundhouse to do it.
He braced himself, getting ready. As her right leg flew up to do the honors, he grabbed it, sending her to the ground. Immediately, he knelt beside her.
"OH...oh god..." he began, not seeing her face. " I'm so... so sorry..."
Sarah began shaking. Chuck was just about losing it. Until he noticed she was laughing.
" Um...Sarah...?" he cocked an eyebrow, feeling very out of place.
Sarah chuckled, sitting up. " Chuck, that was great. I knew you had it in you."
Chuck glanced at her. She planned this. Walker was ten times smarter than he thought.
" Sarah, thanks...uh, it was nothing... "
" Chuck..." she topped his rambling from continuing any further. " It was."
Chuck turned red, and Sarah beamed at him.
" You can go to lunch now.." she dismissed him.
Still trying to figure it all out, Chuck nodded and left.
" Chuck, wait!" Sarah called. He turned slightly.
" Please, don't think I'm a bitch..." she gave him a mischevious smile.
Chuck grinned back.
A/N: There you go. This story will be mainly fluff, if it continues. Nothing too serious. All short. So what'd you think?
