A/N: I had a plan. I had a plan of posting 20-24 chapters, 1k words a day, like last year at Christmas. Those plans laughed in my face. I know, 2021 has been like a bad telenovela for me. I have family that has passed, in hospice, and now my father has had some mini-stokes. And then there's this fic. As of right now, I have 19 chapters done…AND IT'S NOT EVEN THANKSGIVING! The goal is a chapter a day…I don't know what's going to happen. I'm gonna try, I'm just asking if I miss a day…or three…or a week, just know life is happening. I give to you, the introduction of my Christmas fic, and remind you, what you usually think you know about these two…you don't. Chuck vs the family.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"It's the most wonderful time of the year," Chuck muttered to himself. The calendar said November – early November – and the Christmas season was really picking up. Chuck found himself constantly helping people find things in the store. He didn't mind; in fact, he enjoyed helping people. However, he found himself getting further and further behind on paperwork, because of the ineptness of the green shirts in the Buy More.

He'd sworn he was going to stick to working on Nerd Herd items only. Then, he heard Jeff trying to sell someone a camera outside the person's price range, and it did far more than the customer wanted. It was painfully obvious the customer was a novice, and Chuck worried the more expensive model might scare the customer from ever using the camera.

As Jeff wandered off to try and get another sale – his bar tab was due, and he desperately needed the prize Big Mike had offered – Chuck showed the customer a few lower-end models that did exactly what the customer needed.

Chuck had no idea why Big Mike was pushing the Nerd Herders to help with sales… unless it was to keep from having to hire temporary staff to work the floor. That would only make sense if the Buy More saved on manhours, and the manager that had the least manhours and sold enough merchandise got a bonus. "That checks out," Chuck muttered to himself. It was telling what Big Mike thought of Chuck if that, in fact, was the case.

That was how he found himself in the DVD section a few minutes later. He had been helping a customer find the "perfect" Christmas movie, Scrooged, when he heard a voice behind him. "Do you have Big Trouble in Little China, on Laserdisc?"

Chuck's eyes widened as he turned around. Standing there was a beautiful woman. She was tall, blond, and just so pretty. As beautiful as she was, what Chuck noticed immediately was everything she was radiating; worry, frustration, and a lot of sadness. He didn't know why, but while he never wanted anyone to be as upset as she seemed be. Her being that way… it was just painful to him. "I'm afraid we don't carry Laserdiscs," Chuck admitted. "You'd probably have to go online, and find one used."

"Yeah, I was afraid of that," she replied, sighing in discouragement. She started to turn and leave, when something dawned on Chuck.

"Wait… wait a second," he said, and spun around, looking. He raised his finger in triumph, reached down, and grabbed a DVD. "But I do have it on DVD," he said, turning toward her.

"No, that's okay," she told him, sadness covering her face.

"That Laserdisc seems pretty important to you," Chuck observed. She nodded, her face a picture of disappointment. He knew he should get to work on his paperwork, but something told him that he needed to help her. Not just that he should, but that he needed to. "Have you got a minute? I can see what I can do."

"Yeah," she said, her expression morphing to one of thankfulness.

"Let's go over here," he said, gesturing toward the Nerd Herd desk. He got online and began to look. "Just so I know, what's your price range?"

"I really don't have more than twenty bucks to spend on it," she admitted. Chuck nodded. "I haven't had much time to work. I've been spending most of my time at the hospital." Chuck stopped typing and looked up at her, worry on his features. She shook her head, a soft smile covering her face. "No, I'm fine. I'm just there visiting someone."

"Got it," Chuck said, going back to typing. "This is not looking good," he muttered to himself. He paused as he saw a listing. He knew the handle of the seller. Chuck stared at it for a moment, and looked up at the woman in front of him. "Twenty bucks, huh?"

"Not happening, is it?" She asked. Chuck scratched the back of his neck. She sighed, frustration evident in her posture. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "I really appreciate it." With that she turned and left, leaving him wondering what was so important about that Laserdisc.

"What was that about?" Morgan asked, coming up to Chuck.

"Someone was wanting Big Trouble in Little China," Chuck explained.

"Ahh," Morgan said, his eyes glazing over slightly. "Kim Cattrall." Chuck snapped his fingers in front of Morgan's face a few times. Morgan shook his head, and came back to Earth. "Also, Kurt Russell, playing Jack Burton, everyone's favorite truck driver, and James Hong, as David Lo Pan."

"Mmmhmm," Chuck replied, nodding, still staring at the listing of the Laserdisc online.

"It was considered a big-budget commercial failure. That's ironic, given that the director of the film was John Carpenter, who took a three hundred-thousand-dollar budget and gave us the original Halloween,which grossed over sixty-five million dollars… in the early 80s, mind you."

"You going somewhere with this, Morgan?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah," Morgan replied, a confused look on his face. "Don't we have a bunch of copies of Big Trouble in Little China on DVD?"

"She wanted it on Laserdisc, buddy," Chuck told him.

Morgan looked at Chuck like he had just told him the stupidest thing in the world. "Why the hell would someone want it on Laserdisc, instead of DVD?" Morgan shook his head, and walked off.

"Why indeed?" Chuck asked, looking back online at the listing. "Why does it have to be a Laserdisc?"

A/N: For those of you wondering, yes, James Hong did play Ben Lo Pan in vs Sizzilin Shrimp and Chuck used a line from the movie. Next time:

"Charles Irving Bartowski," his mother began.

"You stepped in it now, Son," Stephen said, coming into the kitchen. "Anytime she uses your full name, you're in for it." Mary gave him a look.

"Oh, Jesus," Chuck nearly moaned. "Please do not start, please."

"I've used your full name many times," Mary said to Stephen, a tone in her voice Chuck had NO want to hear.

"And I was in for it," Stephen replied.

Oh my. Take care friends, hug your loved ones. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow.