A/N: Could you imagine having C3PO as an assistant AND Morgan Grimes as your best friend? So what's next in this crazy story? Let's find out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

The day before

Sarah pulled up to her parents' home. She still had mixed feelings about living there. The house was rather large, and she and Molly shared a basement that was basically their own house. Molly was neat, didn't cause her a lot of trouble… well, no more than usual, and Sarah had her own room and an office to work out of if she choose to.

She drove her car down the driveway to the garage under the house. Getting out, she took the side door into her and Molly's common room. The room could comfortably hold enough to have a party of forty or so people. It had its own small kitchen, and was basically perfect for most people. Molly tended not to have her dates there because… well, privacy.

"Hey, Sar," Molly said as she came into the room. "Why the long face?" Molly grinned. "Did he ask about me, and it upset you?"

"He doesn't even know we're sisters," Sarah replied, flopping down on the couch. Molly studied her sister a moment, rose, and poured her a glass of wine.

Handing it to Sarah, she asked "What happened?"

"They're using him," Sarah replied, taking a sip. "Stephen used him to further his empire, and then when he left, got him hired at the Buy More."

"He was really good with that computer," Molly replied, shrugging. "I mean, who cares?"

"He does," Sarah replied.

"Hmm, maybe he's not my type," Molly said. She watched her sister. "Although, perhaps I should put him through his paces, before making such a decision." Sarah gave Molly a look. "Or should I not?" The teasing in her voice was plainly evident.

Sarah refused to play along. "Do whatever you wish, you're both adults… admittedly, one much more of an adult than the other," she said, as she sipped her wine.

"You literally are doing a real-life Kermit meme, huh?" Molly asked, making Sarah nearly choke on the wine. "Sarah, just admit it."

"Admit what?" Sarah asked, refusing to look at her.

Molly didn't say a word for a second, and then reached over and took the drink out of Sarah's hand. She placed it on the table, and then sat down in Sarah's lap. Sarah gave an oof! sound, then asked "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just reminding you that I am your sister, and I love you," Molly told her.

"Still wanted a dog," Sarah muttered.

"But I can snuggle," Molly said, throwing her arms around Sarah's neck and hugging her. Sarah returned the hug. "Also, like a dog," and she quickly licked the side of Sarah's face, leaped up, and ran upstairs as Sarah squealed.

"I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!" Sarah yelled, chasing her upstairs.

"No one murder anyone," Jack said from the kitchen. Molly ran into the kitchen and hid behind Jack. "Girls," he said sternly, but his face betrayed him with a grin.

"Dad, Sarah is trying to kill me, and all I did was hug her," Molly said, holding on to Jack's shoulders. Her head peeked out one way, and then the other.

"She licked my face, Dad," Sarah retorted, moving to one side of Jack, and then the other.

"Have children, your mother said," Jack began, the two laughing at him. "It will make you feel younger, she said."

"Will you two act your age?" Emma asked, walking into the kitchen. "Molly why did you lick Sarah?"

"Why do you believe that I would do such a thing?" Molly asked. Emma gave her a look, making everyone laugh. "Okay, fair," Molly admitted. "She was sad, and now she isn't."

"And why were you sad, Sarah?" Jack asked.

"Because her boyfriend is being treated wrong," Molly said, and squealed as Sarah launched at her. Molly scurried away to hide behind Emma.

"Oh, no you don't," Emma told her. Emma turned to Sarah. "Don't," she said, pointing her finger at Sarah, making her draw up short.

"How do you do that?" Jack asked, amazed.

"I'm good," Emma replied.

"No," he responded. "You're the best."

"Mom, Dad, no tonsil-hockey in the kitchen," Molly said. "You'll make Sarah jealous."

"Why couldn't we have had a dog?" Sarah asked Jack.

"She really loves me," Molly said to Emma, as she put her head on Emma's shoulder and batted her eyes. Emma roared with laughter.

"So, what are they doing to Chuck?" Emma asked.

"He's not my boyfriend," Sarah groused.

"I didn't say he was," Emma reminded her.

"Yeah, that was me," Molly said, pointing at herself. Sarah started to launch herself at Molly, when Emma pointed at the older girl again.

Emma turned to Molly and swatted her on the shoulder. "Behave."

"Fiiiiiine," Molly whined.

"Now, what happened with Chuck?" Emma asked. Sarah told them the whole story, and when she was done, everyone was silent. Even Molly.

"What do you want to do, Angel?" Jack asked.

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked, wanting to hear Jack verbalize it.

"This is your deal," Jack told her. "If you don't want to work with them, I get it. Frankly, I'm not sure I do, at this point."

"So, we should bail?" Sarah asked.

Jack was silent for a second. "Angel, a parent can love their kid to the moon and back. It doesn't mean they know how to express it in healthy and constructive ways." He glanced from Sarah to Molly. "Same could be said with siblings." Sarah and Molly both blushed and looked away. "I'll say this; if it's a screwed-up family dynamic about expressing love, I'm good with it. Every family has their own issues."

"I'm not the issue," Molly said.

"Didn't say you were," Jack told her.

"I just wanted to beat Sarah to the punch," Molly replied. Sarah shot her a look, but smiled.

"Back to the point," Jack said, trying to turn the conversation.

"Oh, good, there was one," Emma muttered, making everyone laugh.

"If the Bartowskis are doing this to be assholes, then I want no part of it," Jack said as he sobered from laughing.

"No," Sarah said. "It's from a good place. It's not meant to be controlling…"

"But it is," Jack finished for her. Sarah nodded. "Look, think about it. We'll talk tomorrow at the office, okay?" Sarah nodded. "Now… I have just about finished dinner, and I made homemade pizza."

"Dad!" Sarah gasped.

"One for you," Jack turned, and glared at Molly. "Don't be a jerk and eat your sister's pizza on purpose… or lick it."

"Wouldn't stop her if I licked it," Molly retorted.

"Oh, I know, but I have to watch, and I just don't want to see my hard work destroyed," Jack replied. Sarah walked over to Molly who was ready to bolt.

Sarah pulled her into a hug. "I'd still rather have a dog," she muttered, holding Molly tight.

"Woof," Molly replied, gently licking Sarah's cheek. "Love you, Sar."

"Love you, you goof," Sarah replied. "You're gonna still harass me about him, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah," Molly replied. "It's in the little-sister's contract." Sarah looked at Jack.

"No, you can't trade her in for a dog," Jack told her.

"Party-pooper."

}o{

Now

Chuck pushed open the door to Burton Industries, and entered. As he walked up to the front desk, Carly Jensen's Cut to the Feeling began to play softly through the office.

"Oh, you came for me?" Molly asked, turning in her seat to look at Chuck.

"I'm sorry, Miss Walker, but it seems I'm actually here to see another Walker," Chuck replied.

"What's she got that I haven't?" Molly asked, grinning at him.

Chuck was silent for a second. "Well, I don't know what you have and don't have. But I do know that in one of my lowest moments, in a moment that could potentially derail her work, she chose my feelings over the work. And that… that is what I need to see her about."

"So, you want to work with her," Molly said. "Fine, I'm more of the 'play' sister, anyway."

"That may be so," Chuck replied with a shrug. "But, I suspect your games are too much for me."

"Nice," Molly said. "I'm afraid she's in a meeting right now about Orion Industries," she said with a sad pout. "Looks like your too late."

"The hell if she's throwing it away for them," he said, heading for Jack's office.

"Way to go, Sarah," Molly murmured, watching Chuck opening the door to Jack's office.

"Mr. Walker," Chuck said, bursting in.

"Chuck?" Sarah said, her eyes going wide, and standing quickly.

"Charlie," Jack said, nodding at Chuck, a grin starting to form on his face.

"I need to talk to you about Orion Industries," Chuck began.

"We were just talking about them," Jack replied.

"You don't know everything yet," Chuck told him. "Any decision you make would be without all the relevant information you need."

"Well, I guess you better start talking," Jack said, turning in his chair towards Sarah, a smirk on his face. Sarah was still staring at Chuck.

"First, I've read your daughter's entire dissertation," Chuck said, looking at Sarah.

"You don't say," Jack replied, realizing he could say anything at this point, and it really wouldn't matter.

"Your work is under-appreciated," Chuck told Sarah.

"Thank you," she said softly, smiling. "I find it important, and it's hard to explain to people why it is so important. Even when I show them the data, they just do not understand."

"I get it," Chuck said, nodding. "You know, what you need is a translator, like C3PO."

"Master Chuck," Chuck's phone said, making Jack and Sarah's eyes go wide.

"Umm… you can power down, C3PO," Chuck said.

"Very good sir," C3PO said. "Have you told her yet?"

"Told who what?" Sarah asked.

"THREE PEE OH!" Chuck growled.

"Powering off," C3PO said. "Humans and their emotions," the electronic voice muttered.

Chuck looked at Jack and Sarah, his face red. "That's my creation, a virtual assistant, like Siri, or Echo, or… you get the idea."

"Wait," Jack said, sitting up. "You made that?" His eyes were wide. "And you say money isn't everything?"

"Dad," Sarah said, a warning in her tone. Chuck looked over at her with a soft smile that made her smile back. "Money may not be everything, but it needs to be respectful."

"I'm sure there's no reason he'd like to work here," Jack said, the two still smiling at each other, not even acknowledging Jack's presence. "I've got one daughter just shy of propositioning him-"

"DAD!" Sarah said, turning to him, shock on her face.

"HE WAS TALKING ABOUT ME!" Molly yelled from the other room.

"Oh," Sarah said, her eyes wide, now scared to look at Chuck.

"And the other one… he'd be working with her… a lot," Jack continued.

"A lot, a lot?" Chuck asked.

"Who better understands the lingo at Orion Industries, other than you?" Jack asked, shrugging. "I'll let you two talk." He walked past them, shutting the door.

"You're going to leave them alone… in your office?" Molly asked. Jack shrugged.

Back inside, the two continued to stare at each other. "When you were talking about extroverts and…" He pulled his tablet out of his bag. "This, the ENFJ, the part about saying what needs to be said."

"That's you," she said quickly. "I mean, it seems like you." She paused. "Would you like me to test you?"

"With what, needles and prodding?" he asked, grinning. She swatted him and then her eyes went wide. "Don't think a thing about it, Ellie swats me at least twice a day when I'm around her. I deserve it."

"I highly doubt that," she said, before she could stop herself. Chuck's mouth dropped a little. Sarah hurried on. "Would you like to take the test, and we see if you really are an ENFJ?"

"I'd love to," Chuck told her.

Outside, Molly was listening at the door. "She's testing him, isn't she?" Jack asked, surprising Molly, causing her to jump.

"Damn it, Dad," Molly said, rubbing her shoulder where she had hit the doorframe. "Yes. She hasn't even offered to have me tested." Jack raised his eyebrows, and grinned. "Well, not the personality test… she asks me why I am like I am all the time."

"How confusing is it going to be having a Bartowski added to the Burton and Walker thing we have going on?" Jack asked rhetorically.

"Maybe he'll change his last name?" Molly offered.

"To work here?" Jack asked, turning to Molly.

"Oh, you meant work." With that, she turned and headed toward her desk. It took Jack a second to understand what she had meant. He turned to her, his eyes wide. "You ever see her look at a guy like that before? A book, yes, but a guy?"

"Damn, Charlie," Jack whispered.

}o{

"So, I've evaluated the test," Sarah began, trying to keep herself calm. She didn't want to nerd out over this. She liked Chuck, and she didn't want to scare him off by his seeing how much all this excited her.

"Did I pass? Do I have a personality? Do I need to retake 5th grade? It's Becky Adams fault, she had a bow in her hair, and I was just infatuated with it at the time. I've outgrown them now, but then…" Chuck sighed, as Sarah attempted to keep her face straight and not burst out laughing at him.

"Yes, you passed, and you do have a personality," she told him. "Lucky Becky," she muttered. "So," she said, hurrying on, hoping he hadn't heard her. "You are an ENFJ, which is a person with the Extraverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging personality traits."

"Are you saying I'm judge-y?" Chuck asked. "Because I try not to be, but sometimes people do things, like those that like to crap on other people's joy, and those people… those people I judge the hell out of."

"So, you don't judge someone for liking weird things?" Sarah asked for clarification. Her hopes rose, unbidden.

"Listen, one day, I'm hoping someone likes me for me. And if that's the case, they'll like something weird by default… me," he said, pointing to himself. "So, how can I be a hypocrite?" She just stared at him for a moment, getting lost in his eyes. "Sarah?"

"Right!" she said, getting back to what they were doing. "So, people with this personality type are warm, forthright types who love helping others."

"I'm warm?" he asked, grinning at her.

"I'm about to get sunstroke," she blurted out. Chuck burst out laughing. "Why'd you laugh?"

"Because you are funny," Chuck told her, and to his dismay, he watched her look upset. "I'm sorry-" he began, but stopped as she laid her hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry, my last boyfriend, Barry… he told me I wasn't funny, and I cared more about my work then I did him." She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "He was right about my work and him, so I always assumed he was right about my sense of humor."

"He's an idiot," Chuck blurted out, making her eyes go wide. "I mean… he's… no, he's an idiot." Sarah gave him a shy smile. "And maybe you cared more about your work than you did him, because he was and is an idiot."

"So, if you were dating someone… like me, and they had to work on their project," Sarah began, but trailed off.

"Would it be a constant thing, or would it be, hey, I'm working on this and need to finish up?" Chuck asked.

"Well, more the last, but sometimes I get caught up in it," she admitted sheepishly. "I was so focused on my dissertation, it was everything."

"It was really important to you, and you had a time crunch, right?" Chuck asked. Sarah nodded. "So, the real question for me would be, and again, this is if I was the guy you were dating: Was I worth your time?"

She was quiet for a moment. "I never told anyone before they shouldn't work with me because it might hurt them," she admitted. "I don't know if anyone else has ever been in that situation that you were… are, in, but I've never cared before."

"Wait…" Chuck said, the gravity of what she'd just admitted washing over him. "You care… now?" he asked, with a smile.

Sarah bit her bottom lip, and nodded. "You know those with your personality, they tend to have strong ideas and values."

"They do, huh?" Chuck asked.

"They do," she replied, grinning. "They back their perspective with the creative energy to achieve their goals."

"So, if they have a goal, they would do, or give up what some would consider…" Chuck trailed off, searching for the word.

"They'd look outside the box to accomplish what they want," Sarah offered. "Like leaving a job, and not worrying about others having trouble understanding their reasoning."

"Got it," Chuck said. "So, the question is, what is my goal?" There was silence for a moment. "I guess you canceled a lot of dinners with your boyfriend?"

"Huh?" Sarah asked, and then realized he was talking about Barry. "No, they were more like getting some take out, and watching some streaming service."

"Because he just wanted to see you, and that's all the time you had?" Chuck asked. Sarah shook her head. "What?"

"I mean I like those things, you know, because I'm an Introvert. But, I like to go out. Not all the time, but sometimes," Sarah said.

The door opened, and Jack walked in. "So, you two… think you can work together?"

"Just a second sir," Chuck said, holding up a finger. He turned back to her. "So, here's an idea: You, me, a dinner for two."

"I like it," Sarah said, grinning.

"I'm thinking a Mexican restaurant," Chuck said. Sarah nodded. "Movies or dancing?"

"Dancing," Sarah replied.

"Ice cream or sitting on the beach watching the waves crash in?"

"Why not both?" Sarah countered.

"I like the way you think, Sarah Walker," Chuck replied, grinning at her.

"That sounds lovely," Jack admitted. "But I'm not sure how I feel about coworkers dating each other." Sarah's smile fell. "I mean, it gets weird, darlin'."

"He's not wrong," Chuck told Sarah. She nodded, understanding. She had hoped she would be worth it to someone, but she understood, and couldn't ask Chuck to pick her over a job.

"So, are you busy tonight?" Her eyes widened as her head sprung up.

"Charlie?" Jack said, his eyes widening as well.

"I don't work here," Chuck said, shrugging.

"But I offered you a job," Jack replied.

Chuck turned to Sarah. "There are some things more important than money."

"Chuck… you can't!" Sarah insisted.

"I hear these ENJF's are different," he said to her. She gave him a grin. "I've heard they'd look outside the box to accomplish what they want."

"If they have a goal, they'll do just about anything," Sarah said.

"My sister, Ellie, has a saying; you can't go too far for love," Chuck said. He reached over and took her hand. "Would it be too forward to ask you for your phone number, so I can text you and work out where to pick you up later?"

Sarah scrambled for her phone, as Chuck pulled his out. He put in the numbers, and turned to Jack. "I hope you understand."

"I do," he said, grinning, and offering Chuck his hand. "And, I approve."

"Good," Chuck said, shaking his hand. "I look forward to tonight, Sarah," Chuck said, heading out Jack's door. He walked past Molly, and paused. He turned back to her. "I'm taking your sister out tonight. We're going to eat Mexican food, dance, and watch the ocean on the beach."

"Well done, bro," she said.

"Bro?" Chuck asked. Molly winked at him. He grinned and headed out the door. "C3PO, call Big Mike. I need to turn in my resignation."

"Oh, you got the job at Burton Consultants?" C3PO asked.

"No," Chuck replied. "It's time we do things my way… outside the box."

A/N: Ruh Ro! Want a peak at next time?

"Master Chuck, I do believe Master Morgan has some relevant information about the restaurant you are going to tonight," C3PO informed him.

"Put him through," Chuck said. They heard the phone connect. "What's up Morgs?"

"Your choice of restaurant is out for tonight, Chuckster," Morgan's voice said over the speakers of the car. "Seems Jeff was still quite sick from the mystery crisper event the other day, became ill, and crashed his van through the window of the restaurant." Chuck groaned. "Apparently, he opened the door, fell out, threw up on the floor and then said, 'special delivery'."

Thanks for reading, I hope you are enjoying it. Take care of yourselves folks, both physically and mentally. If you would, leave a review. See you soon. DC