A/N: Last we left our heroes, Chuck had asked the question we're all waiting on the answer for…I mean, it's not a fluffhanger, because you KNOW what she's gonna say, right? IT'S ME WRITING OF COURSE YOU DO! Wait…this is a ChuckQuinn one…oh boy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Are you serious?" she asked, staring at him. She paused, and grinned. "Really serious?"

"I'm really, really serious," Chuck replied. The next thing Chuck knew, he was on his back, Sarah on top of him. He felt no pain, as his lips were trapped by hers. She pulled away, and looked into his eyes. "That's a yes, right?"

"Chuck, you do realize what you're asking me?" Sarah asked.

"For you to spend the rest of your life with me?" Chuck answered. "Listen, I don't pretend to understand why you love me, but you do. I don't pretend to know why the world really makes you crazy, but I love it. I don't know why I was lucky enough to meet you, but I was. And I am going to do everything in my power to make you happy every day. Really happy."

"Ask me again," she whispered.

"Sarah, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she replied, tears running down her face as she nodded. "Yes, I'll marry you, really marry you, and really, really marry you"

"This may kill me," Chuck muttered.

}o{

"Is it safe?" Bryce asked from the top of the stairs a few hours later.

"It is," Sarah replied. "Where have you all been? We have a case to work on."

"We wanted to give you two some privacy," Bryce said. He walked down the stairs, eyeing Sarah like she was crazy. "We know you two."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Chuck said, raising his head.

"Chuck, your shirt is inside-out, and that file is upside down," Sarah told him.

"How do you always manage to look perfect?" Chuck asked. She grinned at him, and he shrugged. "You do."

"Dude, she said yes," Bryce told him.

"I just like to expresso how I feel about her," Chuck told him.

"I was hoping that would end," Bryce muttered.

}o{

"Why are you up here?" Alex asked. "Christ, Bartowski, you've got the girl, what else do you need?"

Chuck blinked. "Alex, you sound more like your father every day."

"I'm sure that has something to do with me hanging out with him more," Alex said.

"I don't think…" he began, but she scowled at him, and he decided not to say anything else. "What has you so… grumpy?"

"This place," Alex said, gesturing to the new coffee shop. "It doesn't have the same feel as the old place."

"The other place had a more rustic feel," Jack said, coming in from the back.

"Exactly," Alex said.

"You know, I think we could figure out a way to do some things to bring that feel back," Jack began.

"Legal?" Alex cautioned, giving Jack a look. Jack smiled and nodded. "Okay." She turned back to Chuck. "Oh, I get it, you need to have a man-to-man talk with him." With that, Alex left the room, leaving them alone.

"She's something," Jack said, grinning. "So, schnook, figured it all out yet?"

"Not even close," Chuck admitted. "But, you should know, Sarah and I are getting married." Jack just stared at Chuck, and it dawned on Chuck, he truly might be the only one who didn't know he was getting married. "I just want you to know that I will always want you to be a part of Sarah's life, but can you please quit hurting her?"

"Kid, I'm not-"

"Jack, you're breaking her heart," Chuck said, cutting him off. "She wants you in her life, but she needs a father, not… not the con artist." Jack's shoulders slumped. "I know your whole life has been… hard. I know you've done what you thought was best, but Jack, you've hurt her. And if you continue with that lifestyle, you'll continue to hurt her.

"You have a choice. For once in your life, make the selfless choice. Be a part of her family."

Jack didn't say anything. Chuck just nodded, and walked out of the coffee shop.

}o{

"Hey, Darlin'," Jack said as she came upstairs. "You got a minute?"

"Sure," Sarah said, wondering what he was up to now.

"I know I have no right to say anything about your love life or-" Jack began.

"Dad, don't," Sarah pleaded.

"Angel, he's the one," Jack said softly. Sarah's eyes went wide. "He's the man I wish I was. He's the man that will treat you the way you deserve to be treated… the way I should have treated your mom. That guy…"

He shook his head. "I couldn't believe him when I first met him. There was no way he was real. It was a con; it had to be."

Jack shook his head and gave Sarah a sad smile. "I was wrong." He sighed. "Darlin', that guy… he's the real deal, and you're his world. So, I need you to promise me something."

"What's that, Dad?" she asked, genuinely curious as to what Jack was leading to.

"If you are ever gonna pull some crap like me, walk away now," Jack told her. "Don't do that to him. Don't do to him what I did to your mom. I don't think you ever would, but if you think it might ever happen, then you need to walk away now."

"I will never do to him what you did to mom," Sarah said softly, but fiercely.

Jack grinned. "Good," Jack said. He nodded, smiled, and walked off. "Good."

}o{

The door closed to the apartment, and Chuck looked up as Sarah walked in. "Charles Irving Bartowski," Sarah said, walking towards him… strutting, if Chuck had to choose a word to describe her. He swallowed thickly. "Did you talk to my dad?"

"Uh… maybe," he said, wondering if he needed to hide. He knew it would be futile if she really wanted to find him, but fight-or-flight was a hard instinct to resist.

"What did you say to him, Chuck?" she asked, walking up to him. Chuck stood there, feeling her tower over him, even though he was taller.

"I told him to stop hurting you," he said softly. "I know it wasn't my place but-"

He could speak anymore because he found her lips attached to him, her tongue in his mouth. It took him a second to figure out what was going on, but once he did, he gladly participated in the mind-bending, time-altering kiss.

"I'm not in trouble?" he asked, as she pulled away. She shook her head, her eyes locked with him. "I kinda felt like I overstepped."

"It's always terrible when your fiancé looks out for you," she told him, hugging him tight. "I don't know exactly what you said, but it was enough that he told me that if I wasn't in this the way I should be, to leave."

"Not in this?" Chuck said, stuptified. "Has he been paying attention to you?" Sarah bit back a giggle. "No, I'm serious. Good God, Sarah, if anyone was ever 'in it to win it', it's you."

"So, are you the prize?" she asked, her eyes dancing. Chuck thought steam might roll out of his ears.

"Seems like you got bamboozled," Chuck replied, and then gulped as she glared at him. "What happened to protecting me?"

"I am protecting you, by teaching you to quit talking bad about yourself," she retorted. Chuck smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead.

"We good?" he asked.

"We are," she replied. She paused and studied him. "You did propose because you wanted to, not because I pressured you, right?"

"You were pressuring me?" Chuck asked, grinning. She swatted him. "Sarah, I proposed because I want you in my life. I want to be married to you."

"Really?" she asked.

Chuck's smile fell, his eyes went a little dark, and he leaned in. "Really," he replied. He saw her swallow, took her hand, and led her to the bedroom.

"Chuck me," she said, as they entered the room.

}o{

The entryway bell rang, and Jack looked up from the counter he had been wiping off. Everything seemed perfect, and that was always when the next shoe fell. Jack had watched too many cons fall apart, because people got lax when things were going well.

"What can I get for you?" Jack asked. "I'm assuming coffee?"

"Actually, I prefer tea," the British accent answered.

Jack made a surreptitious assessment of the man. He was 100% straight, but damn, if this guy wasn't built.

"You ever hear of a woman named Sarah Walker?" the man asked.

"Nope," Jack replied. "Never." Jack smiled at the man. "Earl Grey?"

"Sounds great. I'm Cole, Cole Barker," the Englishman said.

"Jack," Jack replied. "So, what has you looking for this Sarah woman?"

"No reason," Cole said. "Lovely woman, thought I'd see if she was single."

"Best of luck my friend," Jack said, sliding the tea to Cole, and taking his money. Cole nodded and left. Jack watched until he was sure Cole was gone and picked up the phone.

"Darlin' I think you got a problem."

A/N: Don't look at me, I have no idea what is going on.