A/N: Listen, if you're looking for something serious, keep going. After that angst monster WCMS, it may be fluff for now until forever. A new take on two people running into each other...literally.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

Sarah Walker walked out of the Weinerlicious, huffing. What the hell was she doing? She had quit the CIA after the mission with the baby. She just couldn't go on, not after what had happened. Ryker was dead, and she, the baby, and Emma were all currently living in Burbank. She didn't need this job, but she needed to get out of the house. She loved her mom, and her sister… well, she guessed Molly qualified as her sister… but being around them all the time was just too much. She had taken the first job she saw advertised, and was now thinking it was a very bad idea. She knew she could just quit but… she hated quitting things. She never got to finish anything as a kid, because of her life on the run, and now… this was stupid. This was a nowhere job, with no benefits.

She growled in frustration as she got into her Porsche, started it, slammed it into reverse, and then hit the brakes as she heard something thump against her car and then to the ground. She put the Porsche in park, got out, and surveyed the scene. On the ground was a man, roughly her age, tall, and with curly hair. She looked over and saw another guy with something in his hand, looking on in shock. The guy threw her the package, and ran off.

She caught the package and placed it on the roof of the car. She then moved to check on the man on the ground. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you backing up," he said, rolling over and holding his ribs.

"I hit you, why are you apologizing?" Sarah asked. The look on his face, as he was trying to figure out what to say next, made her grin. "Is that your thing, go around waiting for women to hit you with their car?"

"Only on Tuesdays when I don't have a date for Friday night," the man on the ground replied, sitting up.

"Should you be doing that?" Sarah asked. "Both sitting up, and getting hit by cars?"

"I don't think anything's broken," he replied. "And this is the first time my trick really worked." She snorted, and he shook his head, getting his bearings. He looked over at her and, for the first time, managed a really good look at her face. And now, he was staring into her eyes. "Worth it," he said softly, but loud enough for her to hear him. She ducked her head and grinned at him.

"I'm worth getting potentially maimed over?" Sarah asked, a little confused. She had noticed him checking her out. Surely, he couldn't mean that from just looking at her eyes like he was… unless he had a head injury.

"BARTOWSKI! QUIT FLIRTING AND GET THAT SHOPLIFTER!" she heard a booming voice yell.

Chuck winced. "Sorry, Big Mike, got hit by a car. Wasn't watching what I was doing."

"No, I wasn't watching as well as I should have, and I hit you," Sarah countered.

"No, no," Chuck replied, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have been chasing him in a parking lot."

"He's getting away with my game, Bartowski." Sarah got up, grabbed the package and thrust it at Big Mike.

"There, now let me take him to a hospital. He's been injured, doing something for the store," Sarah said. Big Mike looked very nervous.

"Actually, let me go see Ellie, and she can see me on the down-low so this won't be workers' comp," Chuck said. Big Mike nodded and left. Chuck turned to Sarah. "Chuck Bartowski."

"Sarah Walker," she replied. "Now where does your girlfriend work, so I can take you to her. What is she, a doctor?"

"I don't have a girlfriend," Chuck replied. Sarah couldn't quite grasp why she was so happy to hear that. "And yeah, my sister Ellie is a neurosurgeon."

"Oh, good, 'cause I'm afraid you might have hit your head."

"Must have, because I'm seeing a vision right now," he said with a grin. And then his eyes widened as he realized what he'd said, making her giggle. "Jesus, apparently my filter is busted, as well."

"Are you always this funny, or just when trying to get that date for Friday night?" she asked, leading him to the passenger side and watching him fold up into the car.

"I'm not sure I'm that funny," Chuck retorted. "Nice car."

"I used to have a much better job," she replied with a shrug. "Now…" she trailed off and shook her head.

"So you're saying the Weinerlicious isn't the career you dreamed of as a little girl?" Sarah shook her head, chuckling. "Yeah, I didn't dream about working at the Buy More but… here I am."

"It's not very practical to have this car but I can't make myself part with it," she admitted.

"Well, it's not like you have a baby you need to put in the back seat," Chuck began, and then saw the look on her face. "Annnnnd, there I go, putting my whole leg in my mouth. I shouldn't be surprised that you would have a husband and baby."

"I don't have a husband," she said, knowing what that would do to him.

"I've died and gone to my own personal hell, where I say the exact wrong thing every single time," he said, putting his head in his hands. Sarah laughed out loud.

"Chuck, the baby is my adopted sister. I don't have a husband, a boyfriend, or a date for Friday night," she said, grinning at him. "I just moved here with my mom and my sister so…" she trailed off, shaking her head, amusement covering her face.

"So, you don't really know Burbank, huh?" Sarah shook her head. "What if I showed you around? Maybe find someone other than me to hit with your vehicle?" She snorted. "By the way, you're not gonna make me pay for any damage, right?"

"Oh, you vill pay," she said in a bad German accent. Why, she had no idea. In thirty minutes, she had gone from a foul mood to feeling absolutely silly. "I'm really sorry about hitting you with my car," she said again.

"If I was one of those guys, I would use my injury to get you to go out with me on Friday night, by playing up my injury." She chuckled silently. A serious look crossed his face. "Wait, by mentioning the injury, does that make me one of those guys?" Her shoulders were shaking from laughter. "I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because I keep on saying the stupidest things." Sarah just smiled, as she pulled into the hospital parking lot.

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"So he was chasing a thief, and ran into you backing out?" Ellie asked Sarah. Sarah nodded. "I say it's his fault and you should make him clean the car where he bounced off of it."

"Love," Chuck sang, making the two women turn toward him. "I feeeeellll all the love."

"She could have killed you. You need to pay attention," Ellie admonished.

"Ellie, she was barely moving when I hit her, or she hit me. The only thing I had a chance to die from was her beauty." His eyes widened, and so did Ellie's. Sarah started to laugh again. "My God, I have a tumor, right? Why am I saying such things?"

"No tumor, just a case of the stupids," Ellie said, shaking her head at him.

"So, he'll still be alive Friday?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Anyone that will go to the trouble of getting hit by a car to go out with me, they should get the date, right?" The smile on Chuck's face grew. Maybe Burbank wouldn't be so bad after all. In fact, it was looking better and better.

A/N: I know, I could write a ton on this, but right now I have no story. We'll just leave this alone, because last time you guys got me caught in this OTP, I ended up writing the angstiest thing I ever wrote. Hope you liked it….(But I don't see any angst in this one.) (NO! BAD DAVID! NO MORE NEW FICS!)