A/N: Hey, how are you? Welcome back to the insanity that is Buy More High. Working with different authors has helped me realize part of the problem I was having with this fic and with Casey & Walker. I got it in my head that chapters had to be a certain length. What I've learned is get done what you're trying to get done, and it will be okay. So I think this is off hiatus. Also, your folks reviews to Pump Up the Jam made me get the itch again for my stuff (Not gonna lie the team up with SC is a blast) Don't know how regular this update will be but I know we've got at least three or four chapters left in this one, maybe more. Welcome to Ch 10, Trick or Treat
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and I love this time of year.
"Really Miss Walker," Roan said with a smile taking in her costume. It was Halloween morning, and students and faculty alike were dressed up in some type of costume.
"You don't like it?" she asked, turning from one side to another to model the outfit. She was in the full Elizabeth Swann pirate costume, complete with brown vest, trousers and boots. The white shirt underneath had the puffy sleeves, and a long brown coat completed the ensemble.
"Oh, I think it's wonderful, my only question is has Charles had a heart attack yet after seeing you?" Roan's eyes were twinkling.
"I think he likes it," she replied coyly.
Roan raised an eyebrow, making Sarah grin. "I would say he's a fool if he doesn't.
Sarah leaned in towards Roan. "He said, and I quote, 'Shiver me timbers! I hope I'm getting pillaged later." Roan threw his head back and roared with laughter. "I have no idea what he means," she said innocently.
"I'm sure you don't Miss Walker, I'm sure you don't." Roan shook his head. "As for why I'm here, I think we finally have the diction right for Mr. Masters."
"I thought that was Cole's job?"
Roan rolled his eyes. "Mr. Masters struggled with Mr. Cole's accent. He was enunciating exactly as Mr. Cole, and that would have been fine, except Mr. Masters is American. I checked the rules, there a good chance points would have been deducted from Mr. Masters. I also sent an email to Mr. Quinn explaining to him all the hard work the students are doing."
Sarah smiled. "Thank you, Roan."
"Thank you, Sarah." He left and she went back to straightening the room.
"I'm so sorry I'm so late captain." Sarah turned around and saw her boyfriend with a cheeky smile. "I do hope you don't keelhaul me."
"I would never keelhaul you." She began to walk toward him slowly. "I mean you are my mate in almost every way of the word."
"Almost?" Chuck asked. Sarah stared at him for a minute and shook her head. "What?"
"Married, you numbskull."
"Ohhhh."
She tilted her head to the side. "Calm down, Chuck. I know both of us have had negative role models when it comes to marriage in our lives. I wasn't suggesting anything."
"Huh," he said, crossing his arms.
"What does that mean?"
"It means, earlier when you said you'd give me no quarter I didn't think you meant twenty-five cents." His eyes were twinkling.
She reached over to swat his arm. "Shh! You'll get us in trouble."
He grinned at her, and started to walk away, but paused. "You know sometimes when someone sees people screw up, they learn what to do and believe they can do it better."
"Oh, really, Mr Bartowski?"
"In fact, I would say, if you found someone you truly trust and rely on, you would be more than willing to take that chance."
"I take it you have someone in mind for that?"
"That's correct Miss Walker, or should I say Dread Pirate Walker."
"Keep that up Bartowski, and I'll shiver ye timbers."
He grinned at her. "You already cause me great emotion, Sarah," he said softly as he walked out. She put a hand down to steady herself on the desk in front of her.
"Blimey," she muttered.
-ooooo-
They were curled up on the couch, after the long day of school, and handing out candy. Sarah convinced Chuck to watch her favorite horror movie, Halloween. Chuck was trying not to scream every time the music changed.
"I think you did this on purpose," Chuck said to her with a glare.
She grinned at him. "Chuck, did you know that guys used to have this move back in the day where they took their dates to horror movies, just to have them cuddle into them."
He sat up, looking proud of himself. "AHHA! You don't really like this movie, you just wanted me to cuddle with you."
"Or I really like this movie, and I like you cuddling with me," she replied.
"I thought it was to make moves on women…are you trying to make moves on me woman?"
"I mean I am, but you seem to not notice."
"How can I notice that you're over there trying to hint at sexy time when I'm terrified? Huh? Tell me!"
Sarah threw back her head and laughed. "How about this? We finish this movie, you bury your head in my shoulder each time you get scared, and we'll finish with something less scary."
"We talking another movie or sexy time?"
She grinned at him. "Play your cards right, both."
"I hope not that Disney Ichabod Crane movie, that thing is scary."
She studied him a second. "You're serious."
"The Headless Horseman has a stupidly massive sword!"
"Chuck Bartowski, you can't sit here and tell me that movie legitimately scares you?" Chuck didn't say anything. "Fine, It the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown?"
"I do love the Great Pumpkin," Chuck said, leaning back into her. "That other thing should NOT be seen by kids."
"Would you let your kids see it, Chuck?" She couldn't believe those words had slipped out of her mouth but after the discussion earlier today…well, she just couldn't help herself now.
He turned his head to her. He was quite for a second, and then grinned. "Probably. I'm sure their mother isn't the scaredy cat I am." She looked into his eyes, and knew what he was up to. She nodded once turned back, and started the movie back. He hid his head into her shoulder again, making her laugh. "For the record, that comment about my kids' mother really isn't saying a whole lot."
"I'm aware, Chuck," she said, stroking his curls soothingly. "I'm well aware."
-ooooo-
Three and a half weeks later Sarah found herself in the store, shopping for Thanksgiving. Ellie and Awesome had to work, so they were having dinner at Chuck and Sarah's a few days early. Ellie had come into their house, taken over the kitchen, to Sarah's delight, and began to send Chuck to the store for some supplies. Sarah went instead of Chuck, telling him to spend time with his family.
She was in the spice aisle when her phone rang. "Hey, Ellie. No, it's fine. I'd rather go, plus we both know if we sent him there is no telling what he'd bring back. Ellie, I love him dearly, but we both know him. Okay, I'll see you soon."
She walked around the aisle, and bumped into a gentleman in his 50s. "Excuse me, Miss."
"My fault," Sarah said. He smiled at her and she noticed his eyes…eyes that reminded her of someone…two someones. "I'm sorry, I'm buying some supplies for our Thanksgiving dinner tonight."
"Uh, I don't think tonight is Thanksgiving," the man replied with a grin.
Sarah chuckled. She felt like she could be open and honest around this man and she had no idea why. "My boyfriend's sister is a doctor and has to work Thanksgiving."
"Well, that's Aces. You should always be with family while you can."
"You have any plans?"
He shook his head, a sad smile on his face. "My family and I are….estranged."
Sarah nodded. "Yeah, I'm the same way with my family. I'm Sarah," she said, reaching out her hand.
"They call me Mr. B," the gentleman replied, sticking out his to shake her hand. "Well, I don't want to keep you." Sarah smiled, nodded, and continued her shopping.
A few minutes later her phone rang again. "Ellie…yes, I have it. Nope, I'd much rather you call and make sure. Sorry I'm running late, I ran into this nice man and got to talking. He doesn't have a family to spend Thanksgiving with. Really? We don't really even know him. Sure, I have no problem with it. He seems to be a nice gentleman. Sure." She hung up her phone and searched for the man. She couldn't find him until she was out in the parking lot. "Mr. B!" she yelled. It seemed to take a second for him to realize she was talking to him. He turned towards her. "Would you like to join us for Thanksgiving Dinner?"
"I couldn't intrude," he replied. "Besides, you barely know me."
Sarah shrugged. "It's Thanksgiving, everyone deserves to be with family, blood or not."
He studied her a second, nodded, and helped her load groceries into the vehicle. He stopped before he got into the car. "Sarah, are you sure about this?"
"I'm positive, now get in." They got into the vehicle, and drove to her house. They got out, brought the bags in, with Mr. B lagging behind, Sarah not noticing. She went into the house, headed into the kitchen and began to sit things on the counter.
"Hey, Sarah," Ellie said. "Did he come with you?"
"Yep, he's right over there," Sarah said, nodding toward the doorway. "Mr. B, meet Ellie." Ellie turned toward the man and dropped the knife in her hand.
"Hello….Ellanor."
It dawned on Sarah at that moment, who Mr. B was. "When you say Mr. B?" Sarah began.
"It's Bartowski," Stephen replied. "Stephen Bartowski." Sarah looked over at Ellie, who was in shock. What had she done?
A/N: Wanted Halloween and that scene, plus I moved the story forward. Mission acomplished.….til next time…hope you enjoyed it! Reviews and PMs are always welcomed!
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