A/N: When I started this, I had thoughts of coffee puns and a very different Sarah Walker. I think I've accomplished that. I'm not sure what else if anything to do. (The Cole mission I literally pulled out of thin air as I was typing the chapter Really.) I've got some more going, but as you see, I only have a few. Figure it's got something to do with the world at large right now. Whatever it is, I'm still here, still writing, so let me top your cup off, one last time. Ch 22, Frappe Ever After

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Bartowski!" Alex barked at Chuck.

"WHAT?!" Chuck shouted, terrified that something had gone horribly wrong.

"Nothing, I just wanted to get rid of your pre-wedding jitters," Alex told him, grinning. "You should know Bryce and Morgan are fighting over being co-best man."

"I knew that was a bad idea," Chuck said, standing on the beach in San Diego.

"As bad as letting the food truck cater the wedding?" Alex asked.

"Listen, she wanted simple, and she said Graham found someone to officiate. What am I supposed to do? Besides, she loved the food," Chuck reminded her.

"And how did Paulie take it?" Alex asked.

"He thanked me," Chuck said sassily. "He also said that he'd probably cry the whole time, so his food wouldn't have turned out as well.

"Are you ready?" Alex asked.

"Can you ever not be ready to marry Sarah Walker?" he replied.

"Christ," Alex muttered.

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She stood there, wearing a white top with white shorts, staring at the water that was to her left. The sun bounced off it, making a kaleidoscope of colors. She turned, placed her hands on the rail as she closed her eyes, and felt the sun on her face and the wind in her hair. She felt peace, tranquility, at one with the world. She opened one eye to make sure no one with a rolled-up carpet was coming her way. There wasn't, and she sighed again.

"Are you ready?" Carina asked her.

"How can you ever not be ready to marry Chuck Bartowski?" she asked.

Carina and Zondra both faked sticking their fingers in their mouths and made gagging noises, as Sarah turned and walked away, a smile on her face.

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"What's he doing here?" Chuck asked Bryce, his eyes wide.

"He said he knew someone who could officiate the wedding," Bryce said with a shrug.

The wedding song began, and Chuck turned to see Sarah being led down the aisle by her dad. Her smile was brighter than the sun that was shining down, and Chuck didn't know how she could look more beautiful.

Jack walked her down, looked at Chuck, and spoke.

"Keep her safe, schnook," he said. Chuck grinned and nodded, understanding this time.

"I will," he promised.

"I know you will," Jack said. Sarah and Chuck turned toward the officiant.

"Uh, Chuck," Sarah said in a low voice.

"He said he knew someone," Chuck replied, both looking at a smiling Graham standing in front of them.

"Friends, we are gathered here today, because these two refuse to procaffinate any longer," Graham began.

"Oh, God," Sarah groaned.

"We sort of deserve this," Chuck reminded her.

"I know," she replied.

Graham's smile grew. "The grounds for this union," and Sarah winced, "is just a small expresso of their love for each other."

"He's on a role," Sarah muttered.

"Today is a frappe day, and there should be no bitter mugs in attendance," Graham continued.

"I'm regretting everything I did," Chuck told Sarah.

Graham ignored them, and continued. "Unbeanknownst to these two, I have the authority to wed them, and it is my privilege and a perk to do so."

"I don't regret everything you did," Sarah said, smirking. Chuck turned red.

Graham smiled at the two of them. "In all seriousness, these two…" Graham shook his head. "I have seen two people my wife and I have grown extremely fond of, find each other, and will go to great lengths to protect each other."

Chuck and Sarah snuck a look at each other, remembering their conversation about being a protector early on.

"If there is anyone here who thinks these two shall not be wed, and you speak, there are enough government agents here to grab you, throw you in a hole, and keep you there until you are old and gray. So just… don't," Graham said, giving the audience a glance.

"Is this a shotgun wedding?" Chuck asked Sarah.

"I only brought a knife," Sarah replied with a shrug.

"Am I gonna cut myself on your garter?" he asked.

"No, not so long as you take your time," she bantered back.

"Remember you asked for it," Chuck said.

"Agents," Graham growled. Chuck and Sarah stood at attention.

"Wait, I'm not, nor ever was, an agent," Chuck protested.

Graham shrugged. "It works." He cleared his throat. "Sarah, do you… what, Chuck?"

"Can I ask her?" Chuck asked. Graham blinked, then gestured with his hand to go ahead.

"Sarah, do you… really-"

"Do. Not…" she warned, a grin on her face.

"Really-" he continued.

"You are asking for it," she said, the grin growing.

"REALLY-" he said, smirking.

"I DO!" She said, grabbing his shirt and dragging him in for a kiss.

"Walker!" Alex barked. Sarah ignored her. "Bartowski!" Sarah pulled away, her eyes sparkling.

"Not yet, Walker," Graham told her. Sarah gave him a look. "I need him to-"

"Chuck, do you?" she said, in a calm voice, still looking at Graham.

"I really do." Sarah grabbed him and began to kiss him again.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," Graham told the two locked in a kiss. "You may carry on." They ignored him. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. And Mrs. Bartowski," Graham told the audience, shaking his head at the two. He just walked away, as the two continued the kiss.

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Everyone eventually left, and the newlyweds were sitting at a table, having finished their street tacos. Chuck's arms were wrapped around Sarah, as they watched the sun slowly sink below the horizon. "You know this whole 'you being in charge' thing really worked out to my benefit."

"Worked out for mine as well," she said, happily sighing. "I love you, Chuck."

"I love you, Sarah," Chuck replied, kissing the side of her head. "Are you sure you're okay living in Burbank with me? I would gladly move here."

"Chuck, everything we have is in Burbank. We can come here and visit this spot whenever we want, but I want to go home. And home is where you are, and that's Burbank."

"How'd you get to be such an articulate schnook?" Chuck asked. She giggled at that. "What ever shall we do at home?" he asked her, his breath hitting her ear. She shuddered.

"I have so many ideas," she said.

"Really?" he asked. She sat up, turned around, and looked at him. Her eyes blazed, and she grabbed his shirt.

"I'm gonna need you to shut up and kiss me," she told him.

"Again, totally okay with you controlling this relationship, Mrs. Bartowski."

"Okay, you can talk, but you only get to call me Mrs. Bartowski, and that's it," she told him.

"Really, Mrs. Bartowski?"

"We are getting arrested for lewd conduct and public indecency," she said, shrugging and attacking his face.

He managed to pull away. "How about we go to our hotel, and start our honeymoon?" he asked, glancing at the hotel a few hundred yards away.

"If that's what you want," she said standing.

"It's really what I want," he said, running.

She shook her head. "Like you can get away from me… Travis." She took off after him, catching him just as he opened their honeymoon suite door.

A/N: Thank you all for joining me on this one. We've got others going, so feel free to join me there. Take care, wash your hands, see you soon.