Ok, First of all I am SOOOO GLAD to have a computer back, even if I had to break down and buy a new one so my wife and I can have separate machines again. Now if I get one back at work I would be soooo happy! Writing chapters on an IPHONE for someone as out of touch as me, not awesome.

Anyways usual disclaimer, plus I had fun with the AP and Shadow I used them again here, hope you do not mind (Wep, APR please forgive me)

And APR, Glad you are still around.

Jagged1, yes I drie--- umm - recovered from the Canada – US game. And than you for the great beta work. Again all the good ideas, please give her the credit. As always I made a few changes so shhhhhhhhh.

Expect a lot of catch up on reviews and chapters, since I wanted this finished by Valentines day when I planned it out (three or four more chapters to go, then it is the Casey and Forrest offshoot, then the third and final of this trilogy)

Without further ado…

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What Do You Get When a Trabble Crosses a Clinkon.

Once again, the spotlight came on. However, the light flickered out again just as a brunette in a lab coat walked in.

"Great. I am left out in the dark again. Sometimes it doesn't pay to get out of bed. Chuck, can you...?"

"Sure, Ellie. Just a sec."

Bang bang bang CRACK

"AUUUUGGGGG!"

"CHUCK!"

"Its okay, Ellie. Just ummm, a mild shock, nothing major."

"Ummm, anybody got another bulb?"

"Oh Chuck, really, now put out the fire in your hair."

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Chuck woke up and found Sarah's head resting on his chest. He was not sure what she would do once she woke. Once again, he ruined what was supposed to be the start of something wonderful.

"Fine mess you have gotten us into now, huh?' came the little voice in his head.

'I don't remember asking for your opinion, shadow. Now, go back to the deep places of my mind. But stay ready to tell me how to avoid having my butt kicked back to L.A.'

'Yeah, right. I can get you to dodge a bullet, speak French, and dance without your feet getting in the way. But figuring out women, that's beyond any version of the Intersect. You're on your own buddy, Mass Effect 2 was in the last download, and I'm off for the rest of the day. See ya!'

'Hold it, can you at least give me a hand trying to figure out this mess. If she cuts something off that little subroutine you have hidden in there might not like it either'

"FINE, if it is a hand yot want…."

Suddenly Shadow takes control of Chuck's hand and very slowly starts removing knives that Sarah has hidden.

"How the heck did she get that there?" Chuck thinks.

"Buddy, you don't want to know" Shadow snickers.

"Uh, Chuck?" The blonde started to move and Chuck's palms started to get moist.

"OH CRAP" Chuck stammers.

"OH CRAP, I'm Outta here!" Shadow screams.

"Yes, my wonderful loving, forgiving, light of my life."

"If you don't move that hand then you will probably lose a finger, that particular blade is designed to amputate."

Sarah got up and stretched. And looked down as Chuck seemed frozen in place, eyes fixed on her.

Chuck could not help but have his breath taken away, watching her in the morning light coming in behind her, he knew that she would always be his angel.

She place both hands on her hips and started to stare. "Don't you have something to tell me?" Chuck could see the fire in her eyes, and smell the little hint of brimstone in the air.

Chuck started to move up and grabbed a pillow to use as some sort of protection. That did not last long, however, as Sarah quickly scurried and jumped on Chuck, pinning him to the bed.
Chuck, obviously uncomfortable, trembled, looking up at his judge, jury and... gulp.

"Sorry," he squeaked out.

She let out a long sigh. "I want to be mad, oh crap, do I want to be mad."

She got off and laid beside her nerd. "But I can't. I blame myself partially. I should have pointed out that the CIA mall stores are all spy related, except the coffee shop. That's Hawk's insistance. One of the things I love about you is that you take things at face value."

Chuck turned to face her. "How do you put up with me?"

"Just stay away from the skanks," she deadpanned and heard her alarm go off. Without taking her eyes off his that troublesome knife left her hand and the clock stopped buzzing.

"We have no time for plowing now. Now I need you to drink lots of water, and eat lots of carbs!"

Sarah jumped up, and after stopping at the bathroom door, she shook her head. Chuck could have sworn she muttered something about hormones.

"We're a little rushed since we have a stop to make before the airport."

'She really needs a stress free day,' he thought. Maybe Disneyland?' Chuck started to get dressed. He had just finished when Sarah, dressed in one of his nerd herd shirts and a miniskirt, came out of the bathroom. She approached Chuck and grabbed two handfuls of hair and started kissing him over and over.

Chuck and Sarah tumbled onto the love seat, both reaching for the other's shirt, when the knock at the door and the shout of "ROOM SERVICE" once again caused the two to silently curse. Then, after a small fit of laughter, Chuck opened the door to a man pushing the overflowing breakfast cart..

Ten minutes later, Chuck packed up the plates and Sarah finished throwing their clothes in a backpack.

"So, what's the rush?" Chuck slipped his arms around Sarah. "We do have a little while before the flight..."

"Oh sweety, as much as I really, really, REALLY want to cut off all your clothes and, well, you know..."

"Really?" Chuck asked, as the famous eyebrow dance commenced.

Sarah let out a deep sigh, grabbing Chuck's hair on both sides of his head. "Oh crap, I so want you to plow me until neither of us can walk for a week."

Chuck and Sarah each got a weird look on their faces and stared at each other.

Sarah looked a little upset, Chuck thought, and looking into her eyes he didn't see the usual silent conversation they sometimes have without even realizing it.

It seemed to Chuck as if there was a little craziness instead tucked away in the back corner - craziness that was saying 'I don't know where this is coming from, but, this psycho feeling is everywhere!'

Sarah walked over and grabbed the bag. "We have a stop to make on the way to board me. Err, the spy. Err, the NSA spy plane that we are going back on. OH CRAP, let's go before I do something I WON'T regret."

Thirty minutes later, they pulled up outside a self storage building and she punched in a code. The gate opened and within a few minutes they were standing in front of a large storage locker.

"I was here yesterday and after I opened the door and looked inside, I knew that this was set up for us to work on together."

Opening the door, Chuck gasped at the sight before him. There was an exact copy of the hold of the Fireflight Class cargo hold 'Peaceful' in 1/10 scale. In the hold, were some classic sci-fi characters: Clinkons, Rawulens from Star Trick, Chewed Back Up and Dark Visor from Star Warts, Dr. What and his Toadis from that classic British sitcom something or other. There were many more taken from films that he and Bryce watched 1000 times at Stanford.

At the exact middle of the back wall was a large glowing golden Ark, straight from the last movie in "SPACEGATE".

A slow smile spread across Chuck's face. He hadn't found heaven last night, but maybe he had a piece of it now.

Leaning forward, suddenly the Captain of the "Peaceful" fired a shot that Chuck felt the wind by his left ear.

"Yep, the whole place is trapped." Sarah sighed "and we need to be on a plane soon, so what do we do nerd boy?"

Chuck looks around.

"Oh Crap"

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I know short and sweet. I got a lot of catching up to do.

I will be sending out another chapter soon, I'm really trying to get rid of the long gaps.

Life is so unfair.

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"Now hit the green button, and let the words flow" Shadow whispers from the back of your mind…