A/N: I see you all missed this as much as I did. You should know, there is a hair of angst with Carina and Casey breaking up. I mean I wouldn't use that as a plot device. Who me? Nooooooo.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Chuck looked up from the stove as he was stirring the pot, having heard the door open. "Hey, baby!" he said. She gave him a sad smile, walked over to the couch, and dropped onto it. Chuck cut the heat, moved the pot off the burner, and walked over to his wife, sitting down beside her. "What's wrong?"

She laid her head on his shoulder. "My name is still Sarah Walker in the system, so that's what my name tag says," she told him.

"So, you want to get it changed in the system?" Chuck asked.

"Of course I do!" she told him. "What sort of question is that!?"

"Hey, hey," Chuck said, holding up his hands, chuckling. "Listen, there are actresses out there that get married, and are still called by their stage name, but in real life they've changed it."

"You have a point," Sarah admitted.

"So, it's okay," Chuck told her.

"I guess, but I'm afraid men are gonna hit on me. Plus, I don't wear the rings while teaching class, so I don't hurt anyone," she said.

"Sarah, it's fine," Chuck said. He leaned over and gave her a kiss. She kissed him back, patted his leg, and headed to their bedroom to take a shower and change. Chuck grinned, an idea coming to him.

}o{

The next day, Chuck stopped by the gym, knowing Sarah was there to introduce herself to students. There were no classes, just tours for anyone who wanted one. Chuck walked up to one of the super-fit instructors. "Hi," Chuck said cheerfully. "I'm here to see about joining Miss Walker's class."

The instructor looked him up and down, disdain on his face. "You aren't ready for her class."

Chuck looked at the ad on the paper he had grabbed outside. "No prereqs required, it says," pointing to the paper.

"Fine," the guy said, rolling his eyes. "Follow me."

Chuck followed him through the gym to one of the training rooms, where he saw Sarah working individually with a few different people, moving person to person. "Miss Walker," the man called. Sarah looked up, saw them, gave them the, "one second" finger signal and went back to her clients.

"As you can see, she's testing their mobility," the guide pointed out. "Can you do any of those stretches?"

"Nope," Chuck replied. "I really can't do that," he said, watching Sarah demonstrate a kick.

"You really have no business in her class," the guide said, condescension dripping from his voice.

"Think she's seeing anyone?" Chuck asked. He kept looking at Sarah, feeling the double take the guide was giving him.

"It really doesn't matter if she's single or not. She'll never give you the time of day like that," the guide told him.

"I think I'm going to ask her out," Chuck said, still watching Sarah. He felt the guide staring at him. Sarah started walking toward them.

"Miss Walker," the guide said, barely hiding his disdain. "This gentleman believes he might be interested in your class."

Sarah caught the tone of the guide's voice, and seeing the grin on Chuck's face, knew something was up. "Hello, Miss Walker, was it?" Chuck asked, extending his hand.

"It is," Sarah replied. "And you are?"

"Chuck Bartowski," he replied. "The guide seems to think I'm not advanced enough to join your class."

"Did you see the exercises I was doing with the others, earlier?"

"I did, and I think I might have pulled a muscle watching," Chuck said with a straight face. Sarah twisted her lips. "Also, I'm a bit winded."

"I might have to be more hands on with you, if that's okay," Sarah told him. Both of them ignored the guide, who stood with his mouth agape.

"If I might be so bold, do you think you might have lunch with me some time?" Chuck asked.

"I'd love to," Sarah replied.

"If I might again be so bold, after said lunch, what about getting married?"

"Well, I'd have to check my calendar, but if not that day, later on in the week?" Sarah countered.

"That sounds good to me," Chuck replied. He turned to the guide, who was sputtering at this point. "I think we can figure it out from here." Chuck offered Sarah his arm, and they walked into the room together, leaving the guide staring after them.

}o{

A few hours later, Chuck was sitting on the couch when there was a knock on the door. He got up and opened it.

"Hi," said the tall woman across from him. "I'm Gertrude Verbanski. Is Sarah here?"

"Yes," Chuck said, opening the door. "Come on in." She entered, and Chuck walked over to their bedroom. "Hey babe… there's a Gertrude here to see you."

Sarah came out of the bedroom to meet her, and the two headed over to the couch to talk. "Do I need to leave to give you two some privacy?" Chuck asked. "I'm guessing this is who you were telling me about?"

"No, Chuck, you're fine, everything is above-board. Please, stay," Sarah said.

"I hear you messed with one of my stuck-up trainers today," Gertrude said, grinning at Chuck. "That was Chad."

"Of course it was," Chuck said, shaking his head. Chuck started to say more when there was a loud knock on the door. "Casey," Chuck said.

"Casey," Sarah agreed.

Chuck opened the door. "Hey, Casey, come in."

"Listen, there's a new tenant on the floor, one of us," Casey began. Chuck leaned his head toward the couch, and Casey followed his gaze. "Oh, hello… Ma'am."

"Ma'am?" Gertrude asked, giving him a look. "John Casey, you know damn well who I am."

"That's none of their business," Casey said, straightening.

"It is now," Chuck said, his arms crossed, grinning. Sarah looked away, trying not to laugh. He felt Casey glaring at him. "Sarah, you'll protect me, right?"

"It will cost you," she told him straight-faced.

"Listen, moron, stay out of my personal business," Casey said, slamming the door behind him as he stormed out.

"Shall I get you ladies some wine, and we chat?" Chuck asked grinning, while Sarah shook her head at him.

}o{

Gertrude hadn't stayed long, even with Chuck offering to make her dinner for any information on Casey. He worried at first that he might have insulted her, or upset her by talking about him, but Gertrude was laughing her head off and having a good time.

"Chuck," Sarah began after Gertrude left, and Chuck had apologized, again. "She's not upset, she's just not comfortable talking about it."

"You know!" Chuck accused.

"Maybe I do, but if I do you don't get to know, because it could have been told to me in confidence," Sarah replied.

Chuck held up his left hand and pointed to the ring on his fourth finger. She gave him a look and swatted him with a pillow. "Nope, that doesn't give you rights to other people's information."

"Good," he chirped, and she gave him a confused look. "Sarah, I would hope you would talk to me about anything that affects you, that concerns you. But your friends' business is their own."

"You're a good one, Chuck," Sarah told him grinning. "I do know of something else that ring gets you, though."

"Cuddling?" he asked.

"Naked cuddling," she replied.

"MY FAVORITE!" he replied in glee.

}o{

He sat in the library the next day, rubbing his head and looking at the textbook in front of him. "Excuse me, are you a grad student, because I find older men just hawt!" he heard behind him, barely paying attention, trying to comprehend what he was reading.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he began, turning around and seeing Sarah. "I'm currently in a relationship with an amazing woman, but I'm sure there's someone out there for you."

"There is, and he's a half-hour late," Sarah replied. Chuck pulled out his phone and saw his alarm flashing. He had put his phone on silent.

He looked up at her, horror on his face. "Babe, I'm so sorry," he began.

"Hey, it's okay, and I knew where you were," she told him with a smile. "Come on, let's get lunch, and you tell me all about your new obsession."

"I'd much rather just talk to you, or look at you, or make out with your face…"

"I really like all those ideas," she admitted. "Semester gonna be rough?"

"Looks it," he said, as they walked out of the library. "But, we knew what we were getting into."

"Yep," she chirped. "Still think twelve hours is a good idea?"

"No," he said, huffing out a breath. "But it will get me done in a year."

"There's no hurry, Chuck," Sarah told him, stopping and turning to him. "We have the rest of our lives, and I'm here."

"I know," Chuck said. "I just…"

"You want me, in our house?" she asked. He shrugged. "What's next, barefoot and pregnant?"

"Wait, why always barefoot?" Chuck asked her.

"Dr Arthur E. Hertlzer of Kansas believed if a woman didn't work and stayed at home with the children there would be no divorces. For whatever reason, and we know the reasons," she added in a droll voice. "It caught on and became popular."

"Jesus, that term is worse than I realized," Chuck muttered. "No, I don't think that, I know damn good and well you can do whatever you want, however you want, whenever you want. I just hope I'm the how, what, when, and I'm good with anywhere."

Sarah burst out laughing. "But you do want us to have a house… a home?" she asked after she sobered. He nodded, and shrugged. "Hey," she said softly. "Me too."

"With me?" he asked.

"Of course with you, doofus," she said. "Now, drop one of those damn classes, and slow down."

He huffed out a breath. "You're right," Chuck said. "You usually are."

"I was right about you," she said, leaning up to kiss him. "How hungry are you?" His stomach growled, and he winced. "Come on," she said, taking his hand. "There's always dessert after."

A/N: Next time on Chuck and Sarah vs College.

"Any chance of getting a post-work-out rubdown?"

"Are you offering one or asking for one?" she replied, bumping his hip with hers.

"Normally I'd say both, but I could really use one tonight."

"Chuck…all you did was stretch," she reminded him.

"Again, I really think I shouldn't be in your class."

Oh boy.