A/N: The world is crazy, I need fluff, do you need fluff?

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

There was a knock on Sarah's apartment door. She had just gotten back from a two-week trip with her mom. In the past few months, they had patched things up, come to an understanding of why things had gone wrong between them, and for the first time in a long time, she had felt a sense of normalcy.

She had a good career in finance, a good apartment, but she did feel lonely. She didn't need anyone, but she wanted to meet someone… someone who she could share her joy with. "Not like Mr. Right is going to knock on my door, is he?" she grumbled. (Writer's note: It's like she doesn't even know who's writing this.)

She opened the door and blinked at the tall, curly-haired man that stood in front of her. "Um, hi… I have a crazy favor to ask you. Do you have an egg I can borrow?" She just stared at him. "I know, it sounds like a bad pickup line, but it's really the truth. I need an egg to make pancakes. See, my sister is coming over. I just moved out of the place we shared last week. Now that I have a real job and I have my own place, I wanted to prove I'm domesticated and stuff, and… I need an egg."

Sarah stood there, trying to digest everything she had just heard. "Yes, I have an egg," she replied. "At least I think I do… I was gone, so it might be expired?" She turned and headed toward the kitchen and realized he was still standing there. "Well, come in," she said, grinning at him.

"Should I shut the door behind me?" the man asked.

"Yeah, 'cause if you're a serial killer, you'd have to be the most polite one ever," Sarah replied, chuckling. She walked to her refrigerator.

"Or I'm a vampire, and have to be invited in," he said. Sarah gave him a look. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Worst thing about Santa Monica," she said. The man's face broke out into a grin. "I spent a lot of time on the road with my dad when I was a kid, and that movie was on all the time. Plus, Keifer was pretty hot back in the day."

"You sure it wasn't Jason Patric?" he asked her. She grinned, as she pulled out the eggs, checking the expiration date.

"You got lucky… tomorrow," she said, spinning and offering him the cartoon. "There's only two in there."

"Thank you!" he said, with a smile, and a look of abject horror growing on his face.

"You don't know how to make pancakes," Sarah stated, amused.

"It's not that I don't know how…" he began. "I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone, you're over here trying to have your day, and I'm melting down because I want to prove to my sister that I'm an adult."

Sarah stood there a second. "You know what adults do if they can't do something? They get someone to teach them."

"Would you do that?" he asked.

"Cost you a pancake," she said.

"Listen, as long as my sister has two or three, you can have as many as you want, thank you so much. I'm Chuck, by the way," he said offering her his hand.

"I'm Sarah," she replied, as she shook it. His eyes went wide as she saw the eggs tumble. She caught them with her free hand, never letting go of his. "Got 'em," she said, with a grin.

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Ellie let herself in like Chuck had instructed, finding Chuck and a woman standing in the middle of his kitchen… or what was left of it. "What happened!?" she asked, taking in the destruction with eyes wide.

"Hi, Ellie," Chuck said, trying to stop laughing. "This is Sarah, who came to help me make pancakes."

"I'd offer my hand, but it's covered in flour," Sarah told her, trying to stop laughing as well.

"Lovely to meet you," Ellie said, and turned to Chuck. "What the hell happened?" Sarah and Chuck burst out laughing again.

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An hour later found the three at a breakfast place that served pancakes all day. Chuck and Sarah had both showered – at their respective places – and Chuck had insisted she join them, as had Ellie.

"So to recap, I dropped the egg, stepped on it, slipped, crashed into Sarah who was holding the flour, which then went everywhere. She then got up, went to the sink, and turned on the faucet. That sprayed water everywhere, turning the flour into a paste-like substance. I got it turned off, and at that point, we could either laugh or cry," Chuck explained.

"So, seventy-five percent your fault," Ellie said, shaking her head at him, but noticing Sarah notice Chuck. "I apologize for my brother, Sarah."

"Don't," she replied, making Ellie smile inside. "I found it all charming, and real. Something you don't see too much these days," she said with a shrug.

"I don't think Chuck has a fake bone in his body," Ellie told her.

"I don't either," Sarah replied, looking over at him. "And, I got pancakes," she said with a smile, turning back to Ellie. "It's the simple things, right?"

"Right," Ellie replied.

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A week later, Chuck heard knocking at his door. He walked over, opened it, and was a little surprised to see a smirking Sarah Walker. "Hi," he said, with a grin.

"Hi, yourself," she replied, amusement covering her face. "You owe me pancakes."

He looked confused, and then shrugged. "Let me get my wallet," he began, but her fingers wrapped around his wrist, stopping him. "Nope, I'm teaching you how to make them."

"I just got the last of the gunk out of the kitchen," he protested.

"Grab your keys, and come with me," she said. "Please?"

"I'm guessing no one, at any time, has ever told you no," Chuck said grabbing his keys. When he turned back, he saw her wide eyes. "If they have, they're a fool," he added. He shut the door, and followed her to her apartment. Entering, he stopped walking, his eyes wide. He turned to her. "This looks like a kill room from Dexter," he said, making her laugh.

The kitchen was covered in plastic, except for the stove. "I might have prepared for a potential disaster," she said with a shrug. He looked at her, shock on his face. "What can I say, I'm a planner."

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An hour later found them eating in her kitchen. Chuck was thoroughly impressed with his own cooking. "Wow… you did this, you do realize that, right?"

She shrugged, but she did seem a little proud of herself.

"You're seriously amazing. Is there anything you can't do?" he asked.

"Gather up my wits to ask you out," she muttered.

"What?" Chuck asked.

"What?" Sarah said, pretending she said nothing. They finished eating, and Chuck washed the dishes, thanked her profusely, and left.

Sarah slammed her fist against her head, frustrated.

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A few hours later a knock brought her to the door. She opened it and found Chuck. "Hey, I have a problem again, and I know I have no right to ask, but I need help."

"Okay," she said.

"I need a woman's opinion… are you busy?" he asked.

"Nope, nothing going on with me this Saturday night," she said, pressing her lips together.

"Men are idiots," he said. Sarah didn't know how to respond. "Do you mind coming over to my apartment?" Sarah grabbed her keys, locked up her apartment, and followed him over.

He opened the door, and her eyes went wide. A table for two was set, candle lit, something on the stove. "So, I'm planning this evening, and I'm a little nervous, and I could really use your help."

"Okayyyy," she said, utterly confused. "What can I do?"

"Can you pretend you're on a date with me, and tell me what you think of the presentation, the food, and the wine?"

Sarah gave him a look. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," he said. She swore she saw the edge of his cheek twitch.

"Okay," she said, a little confused.

"Great," he chirped. He grabbed a glass of wine and handed it to her. She took a sip. "And?"

"Nice," she said.

"Yes," he said, doing a fist pump. "Okay, follow me." She followed him into the kitchen. "First we have the salad." He put a small bit on a plate, and she tried it.

"Ummmm," she said, smiling and nodding.

"Awesome!" he said. "Now, the lasagna and bread."

She tried both, giving him a thumbs up. "You did good, Chuck." His face fell. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot the most important part," Chuck said, his face covered in horror.

"What, I'll help… what is it?" she asked.

"I didn't ask her if she'd have dinner with me tonight," Chuck said softly, grinning at her. Sarah looked at him, wide-eyed. "Sarah, would you have dinner with me tonight?"

"I kinda hate you right now," she said.

"I get it," Chuck replied. "Would it help if I threw flour on you?"

"I'll accept, on the condition that I get another dinner next week," she told him.

"Uh… first, you don't know if you'll enjoy this date and somehow avoid food poisoning," he began.

"You have a point," she replied.

"Second, I'll raise you one date and make it two," he said, sticking his fists on his hips.

"Three, one of them will be popcorn and movies on that couch," she said. Chuck stuck out his hand and she shook it. He started to pull away when she pulled him in, close. "Gotcha," she said softly. "I would have said yes to just one."

"Nope, got you… I'd have gone out with you every night this week," he replied.

"Sounding kinda desperate there, buddy," she told him.

"You've met me… you know that's my default setting." She leaned in and kissed him. "Thanks for helping me with the pancakes."

"My pleasure," she told him, and leaned in for another kiss.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it