A/N: Surely I'm not gonna write a New Year's Eve INTERSECT chapter…..don't call me Shirley.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"I don't mean to brag, but I have a date for New Year's Eve," Chuck whispered into Sarah's ear. She turned to him, her eyes narrowed. "It's December 31st." She tried not to snort. She tried to give him a disapproving look, but she couldn't. She began to giggle as she took a drink of her champagne.

"Tonight's a big night for me," Chuck told her. She turned back to him shaking her head already, knowing he was setting her up. "At one second after midnight, I get to say to people, 'I haven't seen you since last year.'"

"Jesus," Sarah snorted. "Are you done?"

"Make sure and have your left leg in the air when the clock strikes midnight, so you'll start the New Year on your right foot," Chuck continued, taking a sip of his drink, grinning, proud of himself.

"Have you made any resolutions?" Sarah asked, deciding to just go with it.

"A couple," Chuck said. Sarah waited, as Chuck paused for dramatic effect. "The first one was to stop procrastinating, but I think I'll wait until tomorrow to start."

"Lord," Sarah groaned.

"I would have another resolution, but that would only be if my TV was a 4K TV," Chuck continued. Sarah blinked. "If I had a 4K TV my resolutions would be 3840 x 2160."

Sarah just turned away from Chuck. She began to laugh, not facing him. Lester and Jeff were back in the United States and they were throwing a huge New Year's Eve Bash. Lester had asked if Chuck and Sarah would attend, and Sarah had replied she was washing her hair. That was when Lester asked if Chuck was washing it for her, because that was quite sensual.

Lester was then running for his life as Chuck held Sarah back. Chuck realized quickly that Sarah wasn't squirming to get away, but squirming to mess with him.

After Jeff talked to the two, he asked them to attend the party, since the entire company looked up to them. Chuck muttered he got them looking up to Sarah, but not him. Sarah told him it was because he was six foot four.

"Chuck, I need you to end this year right," Sarah told him. Chuck took Sarah's hand and led her to the dance floor. She sighed contently and molded herself to him. "As good as this is, I need something more."

"Well, if I do that, Lester would film us and put it on the Internet," Chuck told her.

"Not that!" Sarah hissed. "That's for next year."

"Which that are we talking about?" Chuck asked. She pulled away and gave him a look, making him clear his throat. "So, to be clear, that thing that both you and I enjoy."

"Together even," Sarah replied. Chuck nodded. "No, I need one last bad joke before the year ends."

"Bad jokes?" Chuck asked. "Hrmph, I'm not making any bad jokes the rest of the year."

Sarah started to respond, but then realized what he had said and groaned. "Chuuuucckkkk."

"Fine, I have one I've been saving for someone that is a linguist."

"I just happen to be one," Sarah told him, the two still moving to the music.

"Okay, So, a horse enters a bar and orders a pint," Chuck began.

"On two feet or four feet?" Sarah asked.

"I don't know, it doesn't pertain to the joke," Chuck replied.

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Positive," Chuck told her. Sarah shrugged. "May I continue?" Sarah nodded. "The bartender says, 'You're in here a pretty often. Do you think you are an alcoholic?"

"Well, the horse would have to be on four feet then," Sarah said. "Could you see a drunk horse walking on two feet?"

"I couldn't see a drunk horse walking on any feet," Chuck told her.

"Good point," Sarah conceded. "Well, are you going to finish telling the joke, or not?" Chuck gave her a look as she did her best to look like an innocent angel.

Chuck sighed and continued. "The horse replies, "I don't think I am…" and promptly disappears." Chuck didn't say anything else as he continued to dance with her. Sarah watched him, an amused smile on her face.

After a few seconds, he sighed dramatically. "See, this was a joke about Descartes' famous line from philosophy, 'I think, therefore I am.'"

"Okay," Sarah replied. "Chuck…if you have to explain it, it's not that great of a joke."

"Unless there's more joke," Chuck offered. Sarah shook her head. "You see, if I had explained that before the rest of the joke, I would have put the Descartes before the horse."

"Oh my God," Sarah groaned, dropping her head onto Chuck's shoulder. "I love you so much."

"I know," Chuck said. "But do you know what you love most about me?" Sarah's head whipped up, a warning look on her face. "My jokes." Sarah chuckled. "I mean that's what you love second most about me."

"Chuck," she said in a warning tone.

"But do know what you love the most?" Chuck asked in a low tone.

Sarah growled, grabbed his hand and began to lead him across the dance floor to the door. "Just once, I'd like to stay for an entire event."

"We can stay," Chuck said.

"No, we can't," Sarah replied, leading him outside. "Because you are going to finish that sentence."

"What sentence?" Chuck asked, looking as innocent as an angel as he could.

"Okay, I deserve that," Sarah said. The countdown began as the two reached the car. Sarah spun and held him in her arms. "I love you, Chuck," and began to kiss him.

When the two separated, Chuck smiled at her. "Oh, goody, I get to say what I've been waiting all day to say."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Say it."

"Sarah, I haven't seen you since last year, but most importantly." Chuck paused, and her eyes went wide, and her mouth dried. He leaned in, and said in a low voice. "I haven't….pleasured you this year."

She opened the passenger door of the car, and shoved him inside, ran around, and slid into the passenger seat.

"Keep it under eighty," Chuck told her. She looked at him, snorted, and punched it. "CHUCK ME!" he screamed as they raced home.

A/N: I hope you all have a marvelous 2023, and watch out for those bad puns, they're catching I hear. Take care friends.