A/N: Some stories are just an absolute blast to write and this is one of them. Is it outrageous? Yes. Do we care? No. Will I tone it down? Also, no.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck


Morgan stood there a second, processing what was said. "You know, I'm hungry, we should go eat." And with that, he headed out the door.

"What the hell?" Casey muttered.

"It's Morgan, it's what he does," Chuck said with a shrug. "You coming?"

"Nah, I have to stay here and guard this equipment," Casey said, pointing toward Jeffster's equipment.

"I'll bring you back some food," Sarah promised.

"Hot Pockets, if they have them," Casey told her. Sarah blinked, and followed Chuck out of the room. They got downstairs, and saw Morgan, staring in awe.

"Oh no," Chuck muttered. "Morgan never got to do things like grilling out, or a weenie roast, as a child. So this gets him excited."

"Someone grilled hamburgers and hot dogs, and that makes him look like he's about to need a private moment?" Sarah asked.

Chuck shrugged. "The simple things mean a lot to him," he replied. "Listen, you might want to give us a minute."

"Oh… guy talk?" Sarah asked, amused.

"No, he's gonna tell a bad joke, then me, and then back and forth," Chuck said.

"How bad can it be?"

Chuck shrugged. "I mean, you might as well hear, this was fun while it lasted." Sarah narrowed her eyes, but Chuck had already moved toward Morgan.

"Think this is where the contest wieners are supposed to meet?" Morgan asked.

"Do you think you can mustard up some energy?" Chuck replied. He heard the groan from Sarah.

"You know I relish the thought," Morgan responded.

"Think you can ketchup with me?" Chuck asked. Morgan stuck his hand out, and he and Chuck had a complicated handshake. Morgan went off toward the food, his eyes wide. Chuck was certain that a bit of drool was hanging off the side of his mouth.

"So… we're done?" he asked, feeling Sarah walk up beside him.

He turned to her, seeing the smile on her face, her shaking her head. "Not even close, buddy," she murmured. "To have that kind of friendship…" She shrugged, as she trailed off. "I'm a little jealous."

"You have me as a friend, if it helps," Chuck pointed out.

"Oh, I have had, and am going to have, you," Sarah replied, walking past him to get some food. Chuck didn't dare move; he was afraid he would trip and fall, if he did.

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"Grape soda with hot dogs?" Sarah asked.

"I'm cultured," Morgan replied.

"Morgs, yogurt has more culture than you," Chuck pointed out. Morgan bobbed his head side to side in agreement. "So, don't look, Morgan." Chuck sighed, as Morgan immediately began to look around. "Morgs!" he hissed.

"My bad," Morgan said. "I don't see anyone out of the ordinary." Morgan paused. "Why are you drinking a sports drink?"

"Gotta keep him hydrated," Sarah told Morgan, making Chuck blush, and look away.

"You don't want him to get cramps," Morgan told her. "There's nothing worse than waking up in the middle of the night with a cramp."

"Or, you could be in the middle of something, and get a cramp. That could be worse," Sarah countered. Chuck almost choked on his drink. "Amy is the waitress."

Morgan looked over again. Chuck started to tell him not to look, but Sarah just shook her head. "Nope, that's Nancy," Morgan told Sarah. "She has a name tag and everything. Plus, she's wearing glasses, and Amy didn't wear glasses."

Chuck started to say something, and stopped. He began to speak again, when Jack sat down beside him. "Charlie, figured this thing out yet? And why are you drinking an energy drink?"

"Needs to be hydrated," Morgan said. Jack looked at Chuck, an irritated look on his face. "At least that's what Sarah told me." The irritated look fled, as Jack closed his eyes and seemed to have a massive headache all at once. "Which do you think is worse, getting a cramp in the middle of the night, or when you're doing something?" Morgan's eyes went wide, and he clapped his hands together. "I got it!" Chuck looked at Morgan. "In the middle of the night while you are doing something!"

Sarah pulled her lips between her teeth and turned red, as tears ran down her cheeks from trying not to laugh. Chuck blinked away the tears in his own eyes from holding back laughter, and Jack looked as though he had the biggest migraine the world had ever seen.

"Morgan," Chuck managed to get out. "You remember Clark Kent's disguise?"

Morgan nodded, and then his eyes went wide in understanding. He turned back to Nancy and then to Chuck. "She's Kara Zor El?" Chuck shut his eyes.

"Who?" Sarah asked.

"Supergirl," Morgan replied. Sarah looked at Chuck, amused. "He used to have the biggest crush on her. In fact… you do kinda resemble her, and I bet you'd win a cosplay contest dressed as her."

"Really?" Sarah asked.

"Charlie, what can I do to help end this hellish nightmare?" Jack asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know Amy or Nancy, or whatever she's calling herself?" Chuck asked, ignoring Sarah and Morgan's discussion of the Supergirl costume as best he could. He vowed he would not think about Sarah in that skirt…

"Nope," Jack replied, pulling Chuck out of his thoughts. "But I know her type." Sarah turned to Jack. "Not you darlin', you're nothing like her. That girl over there, she would do anything for her scheme."

"Anything?" Chuck asked, a little disgusted with the thought.

"Any. Thing," Jack replied. "Or anyone," he added, making Chuck shut his eyes. Chuck shook his head, glancing over at Nancy/Amy, and then back to Jack. "You have an idea."

"Someone like that, how would they see…" he paused, and looked over at Sarah. "Hey."

"Yeah?" Sarah asked.

"When we get back, you want to have dinner with my sister and her boyfriend?" Chuck offered.

"I'd love to," Sarah replied.

"This is really real," Jack said, looking from one to the other.

"Like the Chuckster knows how to do anything but be real," Morgan said. Jack turned to Morgan. "Chuck's biggest problem is, he puts himself out there. Has he gotten hurt? Absolutely."

"Thanks buddy," Chuck said shaking his head.

"You're welcome," Morgan chirped. "But he believes in love, and he would do anything for those he cares about and loves. And let me tell you something: I know what I'm seeing in my buddy's eyes here. Maybe he's not said it yet, but he loves her. So hell yeah, it's real."

"But you don't know her," Jack countered.

"Don't have to," Morgan replied. Jack sat back, intrigued. "I watched Chuck's ex, and how she did him, and I could see she wasn't all in. I could see that it was gonna end badly, but Chuck wouldn't have heard me if I had told him. So, I kept quiet." Morgan turned to Sarah. "She's all in."

"I am," Sarah replied.

"She even loves his terrible jokes. And they are terrible," Morgan continued.

"They aren't that bad," Chuck protested.

"They really are," Sarah told him.

"Hey, do you think later, I can watch a documentary that's on tonight?" Chuck asked her, the grin nearly splitting his face in half.

Sarah began to laugh, knowing something terrible was coming. She leaned onto the table, her elbows on it, her chin resting on her hands. "What's it called?"

"It's this documentary on nearsighted dairy workers," Chuck began. Sarah closed her eyes, already laughing. When she opened them, he was staring right into hers, nearly laughing himself.

"It's called Udder Chaos."

"Jesus," Jack replied, watching the two of them. He shook his head. "Can I at least give you away?"

"Haven't you already?" Sarah asked, turning toward him.

"Ouch," Jack replied. "Okay, Charlie, what were you going to ask me?"

"Amy, or Nancy, or whoever she is… if she saw me and Sarah together…" Chuck trailed off, seeing the thundercloud on Sarah's face.

"Hey, that's a good idea," Jack said. "Think copface upstairs has a wire we can put on Sarah?"

"You just called him copface; why would you think he wouldn't?" Chuck asked.

"Point," Jack replied. He turned to his daughter. "Listen, don't be pissed at him." Sarah was stunned. "Just because he recognizes what others see you two as, doesn't mean he doesn't think you two are together."

"This has been the most surprising weekend of my life," Sarah admitted.

"Hopefully the first of many," Chuck told her.

"Buddy, you wanna find out?" Sarah asked him, grinning.

"You bet your sweet bippy," Chuck replied.

"I haven't heard that in ages," Jack told him.

"What can I say, Laugh-In was filmed in beautiful downtown Burbank," Chuck replied. He stood. "Let's go talk to Rizzo and Casey." The three left, leaving Morgan sitting there by himself.

"Very interesting," he said to no one, grinning as he ate his hot dog.


A/N: Next time, we come to the conclusion of this little romp. Do I have more bad puns for the finale?

"You need to see a doctor," Chuck told Casey. Casey gave him a confused look. "A podiatrist, to be exact." Casey was even more confused, but Sarah was shaking her head, laughing.

"Why the hell do I need to see I podiatrist?" Casey asked.

"Because there is something obviously misaligned in your sole," Chuck told Casey.

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