A/N: What did Graham do? Let's find out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

The camera comes back to the interview chair and Chuck is sitting there. "You hear things, you know? You always hear things but you think, that couldn't happen, right?" Chuck blows out a breath and shakes his head

}o{

"It was the 80s," Diane began. "I was a dirty blond…everyone was a dirty blond if I'm honest."

"I wasn't," Langston said dryly. Diane smiled at him.

"I was casted as the lead female agent in Charles: Agent of Fulcrum," Diane continued.

"I'm sorry I don't know that show," Chuck admitted. "And I feel terrible, because that sounds like a show I would like."

"It was never made," Diane informed him. "There were…complications." Langston snorted. "Why don't you tell what happened?"

"I had finally secured my first executive director role. The story was all mine. It wasn't called the showrunner back then, but that's what I was. I was so excited. I was on my way…and then that asshole Teddy Roark." Langston shook his head.

"He was one of the top actors of the eighties!" Chuck exclaimed. "What did he do?"

"He tried to rape me," Diane told him. The room went deathly quiet.

"Wait, what," Zondra asked, sitting up straight. "Why did we never hear of this?"

"Because of the old boys network," Langston said, disgust in his voice. "I walked in on what was going on, Diane fighting him off, and he told me that I didn't understand what I was seeing, she liked it rough."

"Oh God," Sarah muttered.

"Let me make it clear, he never actually succeeded," Diane told them. "He ripped some of my clothes, but the actual deed…it didn't happen."

"He told me to turn around, no one had to know, and he would make sure I was hired on his next project if this one didn't work out," Langston continued. "I told him that wasn't going to happen, and I was reporting him."

"He laughed at Langston," Diane continued. "Teddy said no one would believe Langston's word over Teddy's….there was a racial slur in there and I was called a slut."

"What happened?" Sarah asked.

"I punched him in his damn nose and broke it," Langston said, grinning. "He bled like a stuck pig."

"He bellowed and bellowed," Diane said, laughing. "I quit the project immediately."

"I didn't," Langston said, looking ashamed. "They told me it wasn't going to happen now since Teddy's nose was broken." He looked right at Diane. "I'm sorry Diane."

"I've never blamed you, Langston, I hope you know that. You saved me." She reached over, took his hand, and squeezed it. "I had to leave the business, I couldn't handle it."

"That's why you're such a hardass on these production companies," Sarah said softly.

Diane nodded. "I had to protect people." Diane looked over at Langston. "And you…you paid a dear price for years."

Langston shrugged. "I kept being told, keep my head down, do my job. I kept getting hired, but not for the position I should have been for. I was promised, once things calmed down…" Langston shook his head. "I was punished the rest of my life. Everyone who hired anyone knew what I had done. I had protected an actress over the project and the main actor. I was never going to get an Executive Producer spot." Langston looked over at Sarah. "Until you," he added softly.

Chuck reached for the pen, pulled the lid off, and prepared to sign the contract. He paused. "What about the sex scenes?"

"I'm not doing them with you," Langston quipped.

"We'll walk you through them, but trust me, it's going to be tame, it will be fine," Sarah assured him. "I don't even think there's really one in the story. Sex between you two is alluded to, but not shown." Chuck nodded. "And, I'll help you with anything you need me to. I'm serious." Chuck just stared at her. "You're saving the show, Chuck, and you will never know what that means to me."

Chuck nodded and went to sign the contract. Langston leaned over to Sarah. "Maybe you should tell him," Langston suggested quietly.

"No, I don't want to put any more pressure on him then there already is," Sarah told Langston in the same voice. "I will when it's over, but I'm not going to make anything any harder on him then it already is."

Chuck looked up from the contract. "I'm gonna be a TV star," Chuck said to Zondra.

"Oh, boy," Zondra replied.

"Don't freak out," he said to himself.

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The camera cut back to Chuck and Sarah sitting in the interview chairs.

"Langston is a protector of those that are his people," Sarah explained. "And for what I did by making him an EP…I was forever his people." She glanced over at Chuck. "And for all you did for me, you were as well." Chuck shrugged and Sarah leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

The producer speaks. "So, what was the big deal that Chuck was worried about kissing?" Color bloomed in Chuck's cheeks.

"TV and movie kissing is a bit different than real kissing," Sarah explained.

"How was I supposed to know that?" Chuck asked, sincerely. Sarah began to giggle. "You knew I didn't know," he reminded her.

"I did," she admitted, bouncing a shoulder.

}o{

Everyone left the conference room except for Chuck and Sarah. Chuck was sitting there, awe-struck, unable to believe that Netflix truly wanted him to be the male lead. "You know," he said softly, looking up at Sarah. "Stuff like this…you'd think it would make my anxiety shut up and go away forever."

"Chuck, I saw the tape, it was really good," Sarah told him. "You are a natural at this."

"How did this happen?" Chuck asked. Sarah squirmed a little in her seat. She had stayed behind because he deserved an explanation.

"Langston," she told him. "But to be fair, I was so blown away by the phone call I got, I didn't fight for you."

"Why would you?" Chuck asked. Sarah gave him a shocked look. "It's not a shot at you, honestly. Sarah, when your boss says do this or else…." Chuck spread his hands.

"Okay, first, if I didn't think you could do this, I would have stopped it, and the second you can't, I will pull the plug on this, TV show be damned."

"You can't," Chuck said quickly. "Look I know of my issues, but Sarah…this is your dream."

"No, this is a path to my dream, but not my dream," Sarah told him.

Chuck was silent for a moment. "Then I have to," Chuck said simply. "If all I have to do is act like what I've read with Paul so far, and that makes the executives happy…I can do that." He looked away. "It's…the other stuff…that's what I worry about. When you make podcasts, not a lot of people know what you look like."

"Okay, and I'm here for you to help you, I promise." Chuck nodded, but Sarah felt like Chuck had been promised things before and people had let him down. "Chuck, I don't bail on my friends, and if you think after all of this, you aren't one of my friends….trust me, Chuck, I have you. I already bailed on one Bartowski years ago, and that nearly killed me inside."

"Okay," Chuck said softly. "So, what's first."

"Well, we need to make sure that you can handle kissing on TV," Sarah began.

"Okay," Chuck replied. "And how are we going to do that?"

"You're going to practice on me," Sarah told him. Chuck's eyes went wide. "I'm serious, Chuck, I know you haven't had any training-"

"In 11th grade, Becky told me I could kiss quite well," Chuck retorted. "Although, she did dump me for Ben Knight, the QB of the football team…I was helping her with her homework….you don't think….never mind."

Sarah couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, I need to see what I'm working with, kiss me the way you would your wife on the TV show."

"Uh, Sarah."

"Chuck, just kiss me." Chuck shrugged cupped her face in his hands, leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth opened on instinct, and when his tongue gently made it's way in, it took her by surprise. Kissing was taught to be closed lips, or open mouth with no tongues, but in the moment, she forgot. She forgot everything. She forgot how having a relationship with him would be a bad idea. She forgot that they were just going to be friends.

Her arm made its way around his shoulders, and she realized an ankle had hooked itself behind his leg. She heard someone moan, but whether it was her or him, she had no idea.

She finally found some of her senses and pulled away. "Was I okay?" he asked.

"Becky's a damn idiot for dumping you," she blurted out before she could think. Chuck was beaming and blushing at the same time. "Sorry, I forgot that you don't have some basic training in kissing-"

"Huh? I thought you were saying it was okay?"

"Chuck, I mean TV kissing," Sarah explained.

"Oh, so there's a difference?"

"Most of the times, some films there's not but usually it's agreed to before hand, but most of the time, actors and actresses kiss closed lips, or if their mouths are open, their tongues never enter the other's mouths."

"Ohmygod," he rushed out.

"Listen, it's fine," she assured him. "But I don't think it would be the best idea to do that to Zondra."

"Or you," Chuck said. Sarah stared at him. "Oh, sorry, I just assumed there might be more lessons. Not that I'm trying to kiss you. Oh, God, this has to look like the lamest line in the world and now-" She clamped her hand over his mouth.

"It's. Fine." Sarah assured him, unable to stop herself from chuckling. "Chuck, whatever it takes, I'm here."

"Please, keep the sex scenes out of it," Chuck pleaded, and then his eyes went wide. "Not because you're not someone that…" he went silent. "You know, there's no good way to end that."

Sarah burst out laughing. "I get it, Chuck. I get it."

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Sarah was sitting on the window ledge, looking out over the city, when a knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. "It's open." Mark opened the door, and held up a six pack. "Perfect."

"So, what did Mr. Curls do this time?" Mark asked.

"You are not going to believe this," she told him. "Long story short, he's now the leading man on the show…and I had to teach him how to kiss."

"Such a hardship for you," he teased. "Have you considered…oh…I don't know…telling him how you feel?"

"I have," Sarah admitted.

"And have you thought about maybe you actually should?"

"I have," Sarah repeated. "But I come back to how is he going to handle it when I have to shoot a movie or TV show?"

"So, a couple of things," Mark began. "Are you planning on acting again any time soon?" Sarah shook her head. "And, are you basically saying that the man doesn't even get to decide if he can handle you?" Sarah giggled at that. "Sar, have you ever thought, that maybe, just maybe, that your entire life has been about you having your closest circle of friends, and that's it?"

Sarah sighed. He had a point. "Well, dating him now…him an actor, me the executive producer…"

"Does his job hinge on him putting out?" Sarah nearly snorted beer through her nose with that. She shook her head. "Just think about it, okay?" Sarah nodded. "You know what, I misspoke, perhaps you should act on it." She gave him a rue smile. "Yeah, that's what I figured." He held up his bottle and they clinked them together. "Does he at least kiss well?"

"Does he," Sarah replied, making Mark roar with laughter.

A/N: Oh…oh my. What's next I wonder?

Next time:

"Oh, Lord, it's Beelzebub," Sarah said, grinning, standing, and walking around her desk.

"More like Beelzebabe, amiright?" Carina asked, hugging her friend in greeting. "I need you to know I am very mad at you."

Sarah pulled back, grinning. "What did I do, and I'll try and do it more often."

"You sweet talker you," Carina said, taking a seat. Sarah sat down in the chair beside her, not behind her desk. "You taught Bartowski how to act kiss."

"Okay," Sarah said, not sure where that was going. "Was I supposed to send him to you, and you make out with him for half an hour?" Carina laughed. "Hell, Red, knowing you, you'd tell him he need to practice a sex scene with you, and that actors are really having sex, they just can't show it."

Carina's here! This should be fine…absolutely fine…it's not fine is it?