A/N: When the Mandalorain first came on, there was someone on the Facebook group (Nomadic Nerd I think) who said I should do a fic called The Samalorain. In it Sarah would have been the bounty hunter, saving "The Child." (Who would be Molly, naturally.) Just keep that in mind as you read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

The next morning found the two of them alone in Casa de Bartowski. It was a cool day with rain coming down. "If this isn't a snuggle-on-the-couch-and-watch-a-movie day, I don't know what is," Sarah muttered.

"I don't think one movie will do it," Chuck countered, having come into the kitchen.

Sarah turned to him, grinning. The night out last night had ended with everyone at a karaoke bar. No one in the group had sung, but they had all laughed and had a great time. Chuck had hesitated at the top of the stairs the night before. He had thought about going and talking to her, but thought better of it and headed downstairs to bed.

"I know what this is," Sarah began, pulling Chuck out of thoughts of the night before

"You do?" Chuck asked, confused.

"This is about you getting me to watch Space Wars, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you-" Chuck began.

"I wasn't born last night, Chuck Bartowski," she said, her grin growing. "I know how you nerds work, you seduce a girl with that curly mess on your head, thinking everything is fine, and then the next thing I know, I'm stuck on the couch for seven or eight hours, watching some movie that I don't understand about a guy who sounds like he needs an inhaler."

Chuck was trying not to burst out laughing. "Yeah, well, I know your plan as well," he retorted. She made an, "Oh, really?" face. "Don't play your games with me. You're gonna say that since it's so nasty outside, we need some chili, and if we could make a fire, do that, and then the next thing I know, I've seen ten different Christmas movies about some person leaving the big city, and their landlord in this new perfect, New England town is the perfect woman for them."

"Well, it seems we both know what the other wants," Sarah said, a challenge in her voice. "Chili does sound good."

"There's a bunch frozen downstairs in the freezer," Chuck pointed out.

"And while I was thinking Christmas, I wasn't thinking Hallmark," she continued.

"And while I was thinking Star Wars," he stressed.

"Same thing," she said with a shrug, grinning from around the coffee cup she was taking a sip out of.

"You literally look like the Kermit tea meme," Chuck told her, making her chuckle. "I guarantee, by the time you've seen what I want you to see from Star Wars you'll love it."

"Guarantee?" Sarah asked. Chuck nodded. "That sounds like a bet. What do you get if you win?"

"Someone to watch TV with?" Chuck offered.

"Huh, some guys would have gone with more serious stakes," Sarah teased.

"I couldn't do that to you," Chuck told her. "You've been through a lot, you work with me…I can't take advantage of you like that."

Sarah was silent for a moment. "So are you saying that if I was all excited about watching TV, snuggled against you, that I am going to get disappointed?" Chuck stood there, dumbfounded. "Okay, here's what we're going to do, I have two Christmas movies that I want to watch, but let's do it tonight, so I'm giving you four hours of Space Trek-"

"Now you're just messing with me," Chuck muttered.

She giggled, her tongue between her teeth. "Like I said, you have four hours of whatever to try and make me like whatever that mess is. Deal?"

"Deal," Chuck replied, holding out his hand to shake, she grabbed it, pulled him forward, and caught him in a hug that would rival one of Ellie's. "Uhhhh."

"Thank you, Chuck," she simply said.

"For what?"

"Being you."

}o{

Sarah gave him a speculative look when he pulled up Disney+ and began a show that she wondered why it appeared to be in the desert instead of space. As the first episode began, Chuck held back the grin on his face, mostly because Sarah had plopped down beside him, lifted his arm and snuggled up against her, pulling the arm around her shoulders.

"You comfy?" She asked. Chuck just nodded, not sure what to say. A few minutes in, he heard her mutter. "Is this a western or sci-fi?" A few minutes after that, he heard, "Isn't that the guy from the boxing movie?" She laughed as the main character couldn't ride, what she called, "the space iguana," but Chuck kept quiet, knowing that the piece de resistance was coming.

"THERE'S A BABY!" She yelled, sitting up. She turned back to Chuck who was fighting not to grin. "Oh, he is not giving that baby over, Chuck. TELL ME HE IS NOT GIVING OVER THAT CHILD!"

"You need to watch," Chuck told her, a little scared.

She sat back and crossed her arms. "Well, play the next episode!" He did.

}o{

Some time later, after she had calmed down from the rescue scene, Sarah began to ask questions. "So they're just gonna call him 'The Child'?"

"The internet had a name for him, but in the next season we learned the actual name," Chuck explained.

"What did the internet call him?"

"Baby Yoda," Chuck told her. Sarah seemed to melt. "His real name is-"

"He is now and forever, Baby Yoda," Sarah told him. Chuck didn't argue. He had seen how this had played out with many other people when they tried to tell someone the real name of the child.

}o{

"Oh, man, I kinda wanna watch season two," Sarah admitted. They had eaten chili, snuggled on the couch watching all of season one. The sun was getting close to setting, making it feel just a little bit colder. "Okay, my turn, gimmie," she said, reaching for the remote. "Is it okay if I log into my account?"

"Sure," Chuck told her. Sarah used the remote to log into her Vudu account while Chuck covered his eyes.

"Like you couldn't hack into this if you wanted to," she said. She saw his shoulders shaking. "Chuck, I trust you."

"I don't want to mess up that trust," Chuck told her. He saw her scrolling through her account. "Wait…Ice Pirates?"

"Don't you judge me," Sarah began.

"Listen, you gave me hell over Star Wars but you have an insane parody of it?"

"It makes me laugh," Sarah said with a shrug.

"Well," Chuck said grinning. "Good." She studied him for a moment, gently reached up with her right hand, and cupped the side of his face. "Sarah?"

"Hmm?"

"Uh…" he couldn't say anything else, because at that point, she had leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't a peck, it wasn't fireworks like you see on TV shows where someone thinks they were about to die and were kissing someone good-bye. It was a first kiss, a hesitant kiss, but one that grew and became more and more needy as it went. It awakened in him something he wondered was dead after Morgan had died and Jill left him. He felt her tug him to her and a second later, his arms were around her. He felt her pull back and he did the same.

"Figures," she said, a grin on her face.

"What?" Chuck asked, his brain barely working from the kiss.

"I needed to see if it would be as good as I thought it would be," she said, turning toward the TV, a grin on her face. "Ready to watch the movie?"

"Yeah," Chuck replied. He was blinking, wondering if that would jump start his brain. What in the hell had just happened?"

"It was better, if you're wondering," Sarah told him. Chuck had no idea what to say, so he just watched the movie.

}o{

"Okay, pause it," Chuck told her. She was laughing and giggling. "I realize this was made in the eighties, but for the love of God, as many times as they have been hit with paint cans, stepped on pieces of glass, and whatever else has happened to them, there should be blood."

"Chuck, you ever watch the Road Runner cartoons?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied.

"It's the same thing," she told him. She pressed play. "Now hush, I want to get to the second one, I think it's better than the first."

"Will you laugh harder?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah, probably, why?" Sarah asked. Chuck just shrugged. Sarah hit pause. "Am I distracting you?"

"No…yes…maybe," Chuck replied. "I get more enjoyment watching you react to the movie than the movie itself. I mean I like it, I like it a lot….I just like you being all free, and laughing, and enjoying yourself." He shrugged, a bit of color on his cheeks from embarrassment.

"You trying to get me to kiss you again?"

"Not actively," he blurted out.

She shook her head, an amused smile on her face. "I really want to watch this movie."

"Then do so," Chuck told her.

"I also want to make out with your face," she added.

"I…uh…I don't hate that idea," Chuck choked out.

"I guess I have plenty of time to do so…unless you think I shouldn't since you might be taking advantage of me…" Sarah turned to him, grinning.

"Sarah," Chuck began.

"Chuck, would you ever make anything you and I do personally a condition of my employment?"

"God, no!"

"Good," she chirped. She turned back, and hit play. Chuck swore she snuggled into him ever further than before.

}o{

She paused the movie and turned to him. They had reached the second one, and Chuck had been playing in his mind what the main character had said to the pigeon lady.

"She reminds me of someone," Sarah said softly.

"You know someone with pigeon shit on them?" Chuck asked. She couldn't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, I know."

"That part alway struck me," Sarah told him. She turned and looked him right in the eye, and quoted to him what they had just heard: "They're kind of the same thing. If you won't use your heart, who cares if it gets broken? If you just keep it to yourself, maybe it'll be like my rollerblades. When you do decide to try it, it won't be any good. You should take a chance. Got nothing to lose."

"You seriously memorized that?" Chuck asked her, a little stunned.

"What can I say?" she said with a shrug. "I was a kid, liked rollerblading, and thought I was never gonna be able to love someone because of the life I lived because of Dad." She blew out a breath. "That makes it sound like I blame him, and I don't. I do blame the situation though."

"Do you think I was in danger of becoming the pigeon lady?" Sarah nodded, a look of sadness on her face. "Do you think there is someone who could…I don't know…maybe help me…not become like her?"

"You just don't want pigeon shit on you," Sarah said with a straight face before she began laughing.

"That too," Chuck admitted. "Sarah…"

"Trust me, Chuck?" Chuck nodded. "Okay, then, just do whatever feels right with us."

"But," Chuck began.

"Chuck, just be you, I trust you." She watched him swallow. "Now, this is the good part, so get ready."

"I've seen this before, Sarah," Chuck told her.

"Not with me you haven't," and she hit play.

}o{

Chuck reached over, and hit pause on the remote. Sarah was laughing so hard he thought she was having trouble breathing. "He just…and the brick…and then…oh my God!"

"You do know that would kill someone?" Chuck asked. Sarah just kept laughing. "You are laughing at a kid throwing a brick off of a building and hitting that guy over and over." Sarah nodded, the laughter getting louder. "You are laughing over the same guy falling through a hole in the floor." Sarah was holding onto Chuck, she was getting dizzy from laughing so hard. "Slip on grease, and slide into a shelving unit of paint that comes down on top of him." Tears were coming down her cheeks. "And then, the grand finale is as he screams from being electrocuted while holding the sink handles."

She was holding onto his shoulders, shaking against him, her head on his chest, and Chuck didn't remember the last time he had been that happy or seen that much joy.

}o{

"Thank you for watching Home Alone and Home Alone 2 with me," Sarah told him, as they reached her bedroom door.

"Thank you for letting me escort you home," Chuck told her. She grinned at him, reached up, and smoothed his shirt. "Sarah, about us…" he trailed off, not sure what to say.

She grinned, cupped her hand behind his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. When she pulled back, Chuck forgot how to read soup and eat numbers.

"Good-night," she said softly. She opened her bedroom door, and slipped inside, all while smiling at him and the goofy grin that was on his face.

As the door shut, he came back to reality. "I gotta call Zondra and Carina," he muttered as he headed downstairs. "We have got to get those mob guys."

A/N: I'm sorry you only get one chapter today…you're still here? *heavy sigh* finnnnnneeeeee

"Then you know he has ways of getting that information to the government," Carina cut in again. She held Casey's gaze. "You also know how good he is and how he could dump all of that info anonymously into any law enforcement's lap. So, you need me more than he needs you."

"I need you?" Casey asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Us," Carina corrected herself. The two were staring each other down.

"This is getting entertainingly uncomfortable," Chuck said to Sarah.

I mean….you knew this was coming, right? You had to. Tell those that are important to you how important they are. Hug em. Make it weird. Love you guys, see you soon.

David