A/N: I would like to apologize for the lack of updates to this. I know what I wanted to do, but I couldn't decide which song to use. With the cancellation of Brooklyn 99, there became a logical one to start this off with. While I'll always miss Chuck, 99 is one of those shows you just love. So here's to you guys, hoping you get picked up somewhere. Welcome to Ch 5, High School Dance

A/N 2: Before I could even get this posted, NBC, has picked it up. NINE NINE!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and I really didn't know the words to this song before I wrote this fic….I didn't!

Chuck shook his head looking across the gym. He counted eight students, four he would call nerds, the other four were freshmen and looked like they had thought this was going to be a big deal the way they were dressed. It was just after 9:30 and the dance was supposed to last until midnight. "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" was playing by Tears for Fear. While Chuck enjoyed the song, he wasn't sure that it was connecting to the current crowd at a high school dance. He looked over at the DJs, the self-named duo, Jeffster and decided he wasn't going to tell them.

He looked over at his fellow chaperon, who had an amused smirk on her face, and her thoughts were somewhere else. He silently hoped they were about him. It had been just over 24 hours since she pulled him into that theater office and kissed him soundly and thoroughly. That night had led to another massage of his shoulders. As she was working out the knots, he told her about Bryce, which had been a mistake. Not the telling her about Bryce, but doing so while he was getting a massage. She was squeezing his muscles from irritation and it had been a bit painful. He was hoping they could talk that night, but after the massage, and the excitement from the day had waned, Chuck found himself drifting off. He awoke that morning finding his "mate" snuggled against him, smirking in her sleep, a leg thrown over him, which he found both possessive and ridiculously sexy.

He was very quiet all morning, not sure how to bring up what had happened yesterday. Casey's words kept bouncing through his mind. He wasn't about to let Cole swoop in. Not that he could really stop Cole. Cole was well put together. Chuck was secure enough in his manhood to admit that. Now that he thought about it, there were several he worked with that were well put together, classically handsome.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Sarah asked, when she came to a stoplight.

"How attractive most of my male co-workers are," Chuck said honestly. Sarah blinked, slowly turned toward him as it dawned on Chuck what he just said. "So I have a dilemma, I either let you wonder things about me, or I explain how I got to where I was when you asked me, and that might actually be more awkward." An amused smile covered Sarah's face.

"Ah, screw it," he mumbled. "I was thinking about something Casey had said to me about how if you became frustrated waiting on me that Cole might move in, and I didn't want that to happen, not that I'm in any position to stop Cole because he's much more put together than me, and then that led me thinking to my other male coworkers and how they're put together. I mean seriously, Casey has a jaw that is chiseled out of granite." Sarah was staring at him, bemusement and concerned mixed into one look. "Should have kept my mouth shut?" Sarah chuckled.

"No, it's just a lot to process," she said. "However, I hope you included yourself in your thoughts," Sarah said, turning back as the light turned green.

"I mean if I were a girl I'd do me," Chuck said, making Sarah laugh. She smirked, looked at him, then back to the road. He grinned, and figured the conversation was over.

"We talking a cheap one night stand, or a satisfying long term relationship?" she asked, smirking.

"Why not both?" Chuck asked. Sarah burst into laughter and pulled into the parking lot. Chuck felt no tension between them, a little bit of awkwardness perhaps, but no tension. She parked the car and turned to him.

"Tonight, a football game and a dance," she reminded him. Chuck groaned, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back on the seat. "So, I know I kinda got you into this mess, but I need a favor." He opened one eye and looked over at her. "Can we stay at my place tonight? After this is over, I'm going to need maximum cuddling and sleep-in cuddling in the morning."

"Sure," he said, smiling until his nose wrinkled. "I can stay and cuddle with the best of them."

"You sure can," she said. "Who knows, maybe we'll find out about other things," she said winking and getting out of the car. Chuck sat there, jaw dropped. "Come on!" she yelled and he ran out after her. He hadn't really had a chance to talk to her about it all day. They had hurried home after school to change into comfortable clothes and stop somewhere to grab a quick bite to eat. They got to the football game and realized they could sit just about anywhere they wanted, due to the lack of students attending the game. It was chilly for a California evening and Sarah found herself snuggled into Chuck to try and get warm.

"Mr. Bartowski," Luke Carter, one of his students said, pulling the two out of their thoughts and cuddling at the game. "Mom said to give this to you two." He handed them a blanket, which Sarah took and began to spread out over the two.

"Thank you, Luke," Sarah said, and waved to Luke's mother. She gave Sarah a knowing smile. Luke was standing there, staring at the two of them. "You can sit here and watch the game with us if you like."

"No thank you," Luke said, grinning. He gave them a thumbs up and left.

"Huh," Sarah said, and went back to being snuggled up against Chuck.

"Not one bit of chill in you at all, eh, Walker?" Chuck asked.

"Nope," she said popping the "p". And that's the way they stayed for the remainder of the game. They left as soon as the game was over, returning the blanket and thanking Luke and his mother again, to go chaperon the dance. Chuck checked his watch, only five minutes had passed.

"This is going to be a long night," Sarah said. "Think they'll be upset if I dragged you into a supply closet for a while?" Chuck whipped his head around, and saw the salacious grin on her face. "What? Can't I have some fun with my mate?"

"You know yesterday you said something about reevaluating our friendship and upgrading it," Chuck began.

"Chuck, are we really reevaluating or just admitting what is going on?" she asked him, a bit shyly. Chuck looked out over the dance floor.

"Sarah-" he began, but was cut off.

"Jeffster would like to thank all of you for coming out tonight," Lester said into the microphone.

"Stick a pin in this," Sarah said, a look of disappointment on her face. Chuck nodded, but was secretly pleased she was disappointed.

"I feel that love is in the air tonight," Lester said, in a creepy tone that Chuck thought was trying to be sexy, but coming across more as a creeper.

"Just not too much love," Chuck called out to the students, making them laugh. Lester looked around for the voice and saw them. He gave a slow, continuous nod.

"Ah, my chaperons, the young lovers," Lester said, making the students giggle. "I think this is the perfect song for you." "I Want it That Way" by the Backstreet Boys began to play.

"Hey, it's my jam," Chuck said, dancing to it, and lip synching.

"Well, I'm in trouble," Sarah said. Chuck gave her a confused look, and he heard some of the kids laughing at him for his dance moves, but he didn't care, Sarah was smiling at him.

"Wow, Walker, I figured with these moves I'm busting out, you'd be running for the hills," Chuck said a being self-depreciate. Sarah gave him a look.

"I'm not running off," she said softly.

"Really, you like my dancing that much?" he asked. She laughed out loud.

"No, but what I was talking about was-" she began.

"Okay, that didn't seem to have quite the affect I hoped it would," Lester said into the mike, disappointed the two weren't in a full making out frenzy.

"Are you kidding me," Sarah grumbled.

"What's wrong?" Chuck asked.

"I'm really trying to have a conversation here," Sarah said.

"Perhaps I need to fix the mood," Lester said to Jeff, but everyone heard it because his microphone was still on. "The lovers look irritated." Everyone in the gym was staring at Chuck and Sarah. Sarah was staring daggers at Lester. He moved quickly to try and find something to put her at ease. "Let's Give Them Something to Talk About," by Bonnie Raitt began to play.

"A little too on the nose," Sarah grumbled. Chuck was laughing and she turned to him unamused.

"Oh, come on, this is hilarious," Chuck said. "The two poster children for never getting a date are over there trying to make a love connection for us, and they're just getting in the way."

"Love connection?" Sarah asked, with an amused grin on her face. Chuck sobered up quickly.

"Well, erm, that is, uh," Chuck sputtered. She took his hands.

"Chuck, like I was saying before, there is something going on between us, and I think-" Sarah began.

"Mr. Bartowski!" one of the kids shouted. Chuck and Sarah both whipped their heads around, one of the kids had fallen over onto the ground.

"What happened?" Chuck asked.

"I don't know," one of the students answered. "He was standing there and then he smacked at his neck, tried to say something, grabbed at his throat, and then he collapsed."

"He's not getting any air," Sarah said. Chuck started feeling the student's pockets of his pants, and couldn't find what he was looking for. "What are you doing?"

"I think it's an allergic reaction," Chuck said. "Call 911." Sarah dialed as he began to search the coat of the student.

"Inside coat pocket," one of his friends said softly. Chuck reached in, found the EpiPen, and injected the student. Within a few seconds he began to breathe normally, and woke up.

"You okay?" Chuck asked. The student nodded. "Whoa, just stay right here," he said, gently putting his hand on the student's chest so he wouldn't get up. "What are you allergic to?"

"Wasp stings," the student said. Chuck nodded.

"Okay, gang, we need to keep a lookout for this wasp," Chuck said. "Do you have any other pens?" The student shook his head.

"We'll keep the wasp away, Mr. Bartowski," the student who had told Chuck where to find the pen said. Sarah came back. She had snuck off to inform Principal Beckman what had happened. A few minutes later they heard the sirens, and Beckman led the paramedics in. They loaded up the student, and three others left with their friend, leaving four students at the dance.

"I have to go to the hospital, if I'm not back in time, you two have keys and know how to lock up," Beckman said.

"Don't you think we should call it a night?" Chuck asked. Beckman shook her head.

"We have to pay those two regardless and I'm not about to face Emmett and telling him I wasted money shutting down a dance early," Beckman replied.

"The kid could have died," Chuck replied. Sarah put a hand on his shoulder.

"Chuck, you're a decent human being and thinking like one," Beckman said gently. "Emmett isn't decent and I'm beginning to doubt he's human." Chuck had to agree with that.

"Okay, party people," Lester called out. "This one should help take our mind off of everything." "Tears in Heaven," started to play by Eric Clapton. Chuck shut his eyes. Sarah leaned her head forward into his chest.

"Mr. Bartowski," one of the kids said. "We like it better when you and Miss. Walker were over there, across the room."

"Why, are you about to do something you don't want us to see?" Sarah asked.

"No, we think you're more likely to make out if you're not so close to us," the student said. Chuck turned slowly to look at them, an affronted look on his face.

"Well, I never," he said.

"That's okay, Mr. Bartowski, in fact that's nice that someone is waiting for marriage," the student said and walked off. Sarah was laughing outrageously at that and had buried her head into his shirt.

"I'm just waiting for that special someone," he said facetiously. Sarah continued to laugh. "Mock me if you will."

"Chuck, I'm not mocking you, I just found the whole exchange hilarious," she said, tugging his shirt sleeve and heading back toward the area of the gym they were in before the incident.

"I don't know if I should be over there with you in the dark," Chuck said.

"Afraid I'll do something to ruin your purity?" she asked with a snicker.

"I'm hopin!" he replied. Sarah burst out laughing. "Does that idiot realize this song is about the man losing his kid?"

"He might be the worst DJ ever," Sarah said, looking at Chuck. He looked at her at that moment, their eyes locking. "Hey, we're more than friends, right?" she asked softly.

"Yep," Chuck replied. "We're mates," he said grinning and crinkling his nose. Sarah reached up and touched his nose and said, "boop" at the same time, making Chuck laugh.

"No, really, we're more, right?" Sarah asked, almost shyly.

"Sarah," he began.

"I see the magic is working," Lester said, cutting in.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Chuck yelled turning toward Lester, making him jump back. Jeff came over and got the mike and pointed at Chuck.

"Manes before dames, Bro," Jeff said. Chuck looked at him like he was crazy. Suddenly, "Feeling Good," by Nina Simone began to play. Chuck grinned and turned back to Sarah who was studying his hair.

"I mean, I'm not seeing the mane, but okay," she replied.

"Sarah, you have been so much more than a friend," Chuck said softly. "You've been a mate in almost every definition of the word. You've watched out for me physically, emotionally, and you have supported me in everything we've done. So yes, we are friends, but we are so much more than that, and I'm good with being so much more. I'm good with being even more than we are. I'm crazy about you, and I am so glad I dumped that drink on you."

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" she asked, grinning. Chuck shook his head.

"I'm not that smooth," he said. "If it's okay, I'm going to kiss you now in front of these four students and two knuckle heads. The students are going to make noises and Lester will say something wildly inappropriate." Sarah nodded, and he began to move toward her when she placed a hand on his chest, her eyes dancing.

"So, you said almost every definition of the word," Sarah said. Chuck looked confused. "Mate."

"Oh," he said, his cheeks reddening. "The uh, the erm, verb part," he managed to get out. Sarah was grinning salaciously. He moved in again and she stopped him.

"I mean, I feel the word has been cheated," she said.

"Well, I'm not into one-night stands that much," Chuck said, grinning.

"Good," she replied grinning. He started to move in again and stopped. Her eyes got wide. "What's wrong?"

"You will be gentle, right?" he asked. She roared with laughter.

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It was nearly one in the morning before they dragged themselves into Sarah's house. Jeffster had taken a bit to tear down their setup. Chuck had finally gotten tired of watching them piddle around and came over to help them. Neither Chuck or Sarah had said much on the way home, but they had held hands, the touch necessary. They trudged into the bedroom, and then Chuck turned to leave to give her privacy to change. She grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him back into the bedroom. She grabbed some clothes, went into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and changed. He shucked off his shirt and jeans and crawled into bed exhausted. He was nearly asleep when he felt her snuggle against him, and within minutes they were both asleep.

The next morning saw the light slowly pour into the room and also saw Sarah snuggling closer and closer to Chuck. He had just woken when he felt her stretch beside him, pushing her entire body into his side, waking him. She looked at him, and kissed him soundly, neither caring about morning breath. She began to scoot herself on top of him when there was a knock on the door. Chuck looked at her in shock.

"Do you think the universe is actively against us," he paused.

"What," she said, grinning.

"Having the sex," he said, with his own grin. She grabbed her pillow and swatted him with it.

"Say having the sex again and it won't be with me," she said.

"Noted," he said, getting out of bed to see who was at the door. He came back into the bedroom. "Uh, your house, and this would look a bit suspicious." She bounced a shoulder, didn't say a word, and nodded toward the door. Chuck had a huge grin on his face, he went to the front door, opened it, and there stood Emmett. "Emmett, it's a Saturday, what the hell do you want?"

"Emmett?!" Sarah's voice came from the other room. Chuck grinned toward the bedroom and turned around to see a smug look on his face.

"Didn't make it home last night, Mr. Bartowski?" Emmett asked.

"Emmett, it's a Saturday, whatever Miss Walker and I are doing," he began.

"We're trying to have the sex!" she yelled.

"How come you can say the sex but I can't?" he yelled back. Emmett was flustered.

"Because," she replied. Chuck nodded and turned back to Emmett.

"Because," Chuck repeated. "That's a good of an answer as any. Now. What are you doing here?"

"The student is fine," Emmett began.

"Good," Chuck said sincerely. Emmett gulped trying to figure out a way to say what was about to come next.

"You saved a young man from a very influential last night," Emmett said. "His parents want to make a donation to the school, and want you to tell them where it should go. I would suggest any of our sporting events since it would draw notice-"

"The programs Sarah and I work with," Chuck said. Sarah appeared beside him, dressed.

"Emmett, if I see one dollar of that money not go to music, the arts, computer science, or languages, I will remove every hair from your body using only a pair of tweezers," Sarah said. Both Chuck and Emmett blanched at that.

"I'll take care of it," Emmett said.

"Emmett," Sarah said, before he could run off. "Never come by my house on my time off again. I don't like you, and I don't like you interrupting my private time, do you understand?" Emmett nodded. Sarah wrapped her arm around Chuck and moved him away from the door. She shut the door behind them, and locked it. "Now, we were talking about the sex."

"Hey, Sarah," Chuck said.

"Yeah, Chuck," she replied grinning at him.

"You don't have to be that gentle," he said.

"Wasn't planning on it," she said swatting his backside as they entered the bedroom.

A/N: I will admit, reading Thin Ice has been a terrible influence on me. I feel Steampunk . Chuckster laughing…til next time…hope you enjoyed it!