A/N: Welcome to #100. Now as usual, this has not gone at all the way I planned. This was supposed to be my lengthening of the OTP The Realization, however Chuck and Sarah, about halfway through it, decided that wasn't going to be 100% faithful to the OTP. And when Chuck and Sarah tell you something, you better listen. (The Collision and When Chuck Met Sarah did the same thing to me) To everyone who has read all 100 of my fics….are you okay? I jest (seriously, are you okay) Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my work, for loving Charah, and keeping this fandom alive. You guys are the best.

Disclaimer: I really don't own Chuck…I just really want to.

Another party, another night of dudebros hitting on her.

Sarah sighed, looking over at her roommate, Zondra. Why had she let her talk her into coming to this thing? A new song began to play, and she felt a guy at her shoulder. She took a breath, ready to send him packing, as well.

"This song is sort of ridiculous," she heard him mutter. He wasn't talking to her, but he did seem genuinely peeved about it. She turned around to find him standing there, a cup in his hand.

"What's ridiculous about it?" Sarah asked.

He stared at her, and it was obvious he was in shock. He must not have thought he spoke that loud, or that she could hear him. He cleared his throat. "The whole premise," he said, gesturing toward someone, who she didn't know. "Sorry," he said. "I mean, think about it. I would walk five hundred miles and then I would walk five hundred more, just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door?" He phrased the lyric as a question, his eyes incredulous.

"So you don't think there's anyone you care about that much?" Sarah asked him, amused by the whole conversation.

"Oh, it's not that. But why the hell are you walking a thousand miles, just to pass out when you get there?" he asked. Sarah started to laugh. "First, when do you think I'm getting there?"

"Oh, a month?"

"A month!" he replied. "Ma'am, you have some lofty physical goals of your boyfriend." Sarah giggled and titled her head, studying him.

"It's Sarah, and not really. If you walked about three and a half miles an hour, for ten hours a day, you could be there in a month," she explained.

"Nice to meet you Sarah, I am Chuck," he said, offering her his hand. She gave it a perfunctory shake as she grinned at him. "And I stand by my assessment of your apparently ideal man."

"I never said I wanted someone to walk a thousand miles for me," Sarah objected. "I'm just asking if you'd do it for love?"

"Of course I would," Chuck told her. "It would just take a lot longer than a month." He thought for a second. "Probably three, depending on weather and terrain."

"Three?" she replied. "You obviously don't love this girl that much."

"Excuse me," a rather handsome man said, walking up to them. "Are you two together?"

"We are not," Chuck told him.

"Would you like to dance?" the man asked Sarah.

Sarah gave a slight shake of her head, exasperation on her face. "No, I am having a lively discussion with my friend here."

"Cool, how about when you finish?" he pressed.

"Listen," Sarah began.

"Do you happen to know, what is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?" Chuck asked the man. Sarah turned to Chuck, amusement on her face.

The man looked at Chuck, and shook his head. "I have no idea."

"Well, until we know that information, and if it is an African or European swallow, we will not be done with our conversation," Chuck informed him.

"How long do you think that will take?" the man asked.

Chuck turned to Sarah. "Would you rather start in Africa, or Europe?"

"I'm not sure. I can look on Priceline and see what current flights are going for," Sarah told Chuck. Chuck's eyes widened.

"So, you're thinking this could take months?" Chuck asked.

"Oh, at your speed, years," Sarah replied, grinning at him.

"Years?" the guy said.

"Decades," Sarah corrected. "He's quite slow."

"Just not the physical specimen some are," Chuck corrected her.

"I see," the guy said, walking off.

"What was that about the swallow?" Sarah asked him.

"Okay, first, you criticize me and my love for someone for not having the endurance and physicality to walk a thousand miles in a month," Chuck began.

"Not criticize, just questioning your commitment," Sarah corrected.

"Whoever walks a thousand miles in a month for someone ought to be committed," Chuck muttered. Sarah giggled at that. "And then…" he trailed off.

"What?" Sarah asked.

"Well, I may be wrong," Chuck said. Sarah tilted her head, confused. "You see, you didn't know the Monty Python quote, and it's obvious your suitor didn't, either."

"He is so not my suitor," Sarah interjected.

"Wanna-be?" Chuck offered. Sarah reluctantly acquiesced to that. "So back to the point-"

"There was a point?" Sarah asked, looking as innocent as she could manage. Chuck gave her a flat look, and she laughed.

"You ran with it, even though you didn't know the quote, so… you may be relatively amazing," Chuck finished with a shrug. "And apparently very fit, since you're walking a thousand miles to see someone and pass out." Sarah laughed out loud at that.

"If you sang the song, how would it go?" she asked him.

Chuck thought for a minute and cleared his throat. "Now I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more, but it's gonna take at least three months for me to get to your front door." Sarah laughed out loud. "Does that sort of thing happen often?" She gave him a confused glance. "Potential suitors asking for your hand?"

"I don't think anyone has ever asked for my hand," Sarah kidded him. "But yeah."

"You know, you're welcome to use me as an excuse the rest of the night. Not saying I have to stick by your side, but if you don't want to dance with someone…" Chuck trailed off with a shrug. "Sorry, it's just… my sister, Ellie, she's always telling me about some of the things she's had to go through with guys, and I just thought if I could spare you from having to deal with some of that, I would."

"She sounds nice," Sarah said.

"She's pretty amazing… except for that goth period." Chuck widen his eyes, pressed his lips together and blew out his cheeks. "She's going to be a doctor, but I sometimes tease her she's doing it just to get their blood," and he affected a vampire accent.

"You know some kids rebel against their parents," Sarah said gently.

Chuck gave her a soft smile. "Our parents left, and she was my de facto parent," Chuck said with a shrug.

"Oh, my God, I am so sorry," Sarah told him.

"Why, did you run them off?" Chuck asked. Sarah just stared at him. "Hmph… Sounded way funnier in my head," he muttered, drawing a smile from her. "I bet it was rebelling," he continued with a shrug. "It was the one thing she could control, and who would blame her?"

"So, do I need to drive you home later?" she said grinning. He gave her a confused look and she nodded toward his drink. "I would guess she wouldn't want you getting in a car accident."

"Naeiou," he replied, making her giggle. "I live upstairs, and this is non-alcoholic… I might have to dee-dee later."

"Wait, you live in this building?" Sarah asked. Chuck nodded. "What floor?"

"Third," Chuck told her. Her eyes went wide. "I just moved in last week."

"You're in 308, aren't you?" Sarah asked. Chuck nodded. "I'm in 302."

"That makes sense," Chuck muttered. Sarah gave him a look. "I was told that there were… you know what-"

"The two hotties in 302," Sarah said. Chuck pressed his lips together. "I've heard it."

"For the record… nope, not gonna say anything."

Sarah tilted her head.

"See, if I say I disagree, then I would be lying, because you are physically quite attractive. If I say I agree, then I would be perpetuating that objectification, and be short-changing the funny, smart woman that you are." Sarah didn't know what to say.

Chuck rolled his eyes in self-realization. "For someone who wasn't going to say anything…" He trailed off.

"I like you, Chuck," Sarah told him.

"I like you, Sarah," Chuck replied. "It's nice to meet someone friendly at one of these things, that isn't looking for…"

"Drunken sex?" Sarah offered.

"Seriously, I get that sometimes people have needs, but sometimes… sometimes you have to walk a thousand miles for someone," Chuck said with a grin.

"Or mosey a thousand miles," Sarah countered. Chuck snorted. "Hey, that movie you mentioned earlier, Monty Python?" Chuck nodded. "Do you have it?"

"I do. You want to watch it sometime?" Chuck asked her. "You know… as friends?"

"Absolutely," Sarah said, smiling. "So, since you won't walk a thousand miles for someone, in a timely manner-"

"Excuse me, it is a timely manner. Maybe not in your timeliness, but in mine," Chuck retorted, as she grinned at him. "I don't want blisters."

"Do you have some pickup line that you would use?" Sarah finished. Chuck looked away, a touch of red in his cheeks. "Oh, is it that bad?"

"It's really corny," Chuck told her. "I'm saving it for the right girl. One that won't judge me for physical prowess."

"It's gonna take forever to find her, at the speed you walk," Sarah muttered, loud enough for him to hear. He stuck his tongue out at her. "Okay, you really have to tell me what it is."

"I do not," Chuck told her. "But, I will, though only if you won't judge me."

"But, Chuck, I have to judge you," Sarah insisted. "If you're going to be friends with me, then that's part of the benefits package."

"Just so I'm clear, you think talking about someone's lack of athletic ability is a benefit?"

"To be fair, some people are attracted to those that mosey everywhere," Sarah told him. She was loving this. She didn't know when she had a better time. No strings, no pressure, just a friend to joke with, kid with, and laugh with.

"Did it hurt?" Chuck asked sincerely.

"Did what hurt?" she asked, confused.

"When you fell for me?" Chuck finished, and he grinned. "Told you it was cheesy."

"It is," Sarah agreed. "But it fits you. Not that you're cheesy, but…"

"But what?" Chuck asked.

"I want you to tell me the truth; why did you come over here to mutter about that song?" Sarah asked. Chuck shrugged, and she tilted her head, and held his gaze.

"I had seen a small procession of men make their way over here during the evening," Chuck began. "And while you were handling yourself just fine, your mood seemed to be deflating a bit with each one." He looked around. "We're at a party," he gestured. "You're supposed to be having fun, but it was obvious you were not going to get any relief from those guys. So, I thought I'd do something to make you feel better. I was standing there, with no idea of what to do, feeling frustrated, and heard the lyrics… and-and the words, they just popped out of my mouth."

"Thank you," she said sincerely. "You had no idea who I am-"

"No, I didn't. I do now, but at the time I didn't. That said, you weren't doing anything to deserve to have your night ruined," Chuck said. "The first couple of guys, I get why they came over and asked. But after that, a blind person could see you weren't in the mood for romance, or whatever they're calling it these days."

"So, you know who I am?" Sarah asked, teasingly.

"Yes: Someone with very specific athletic requirements for her man," Chuck said.

She shook her head at him. "Actually, I'm Sarah Walker, apartment 302," she said, grinning. "If you'll lend me your phone, I'll give you my number so you can text me, and we can watch that movie."

"Chuck Bartowski, apartment 308, apparently a mosey-er," he said, handing her his phone. She typed in her information, and sent a text to herself with his contact info. "Thank you."

"Thank you for tonight," Sarah told him.

"So, am I leaving?" he asked.

"I'm not running you off, but if you'll look over there," she said, pointing. There was a short, bearded man being carried/dragged by two other men, pointing toward Chuck. "I think you might be about to be the dd."

"It's Morgan, my buddy. He's trying to drink away the pain," Chuck explained.

"Got dumped?" Sarah asked.

"No, my sister got engaged," Chuck explained.

"He used to date your sister?" Sarah asked.

"No," Chuck replied, taking a drink of his drink. "He took her pillow to prom." He turned back to Sarah, to see the shock on her face. "It's an amazing story."

"Well, you'll have to tell it to me next time," she said. "Good-bye Chuck. Hope to see you soon."

"Depends on how fast I walk," Chuck replied, making her laugh. She watched him walk over to his friends, take Morgan, and help him outside.

"I thought you weren't looking for a guy?" Zondra asked, walking up beside her.

"Oh, I'm not. That's Chuck," Sarah said.

"So, he's not a guy?" Zondra asked.

"He's our neighbor in 308, and he's my friend," Sarah explained. "I'm heading upstairs, see you later." With that, Sarah left.

"Her friend," Zondra said. She shook her head. She looked down at the picture she had snapped of the two of them together, talking. She moved it to a folder, and changed the name of the picture from Sarah and her new guy to idiots.

"This is going to be spectacular."

A/N: Welcome to number 100, would you have expected anything less? Reviews, PMs, finger pistols, smoke signals, and cookies, always appreciated.