A/N: More Fluff. Unbeta'd.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Sarah slammed the door shut, frustrated. "Another crappy date?" Zondra asked, lying on the couch, a grin on her face.

"God, why are men?" Sarah groused, walking to her bedroom. "I'm never going on a date again."

"I don't believe you," Zondra told her. Sarah came back out, having changed clothes and flopped onto the other side of the couch. Zondra grinned, reached over to the coffee table, and handed Sarah her headphones.

"Oh, wow!" Sarah said, smiling. "Did you do this? They were so badly tangled I thought I'd never be able to use them again."

"Nope," Zondra told her. "Your bestie did."

"He is the best," Sarah said with a grin. "The other day we were talking-"

"Don't you mean night, and it was on the roof?" Zondra asked, fighting not to roll her eyes.

"Yes, it was on the roof, and I told him about the house I always dreamed about as a child, and he didn't laugh, do you know what he did?" Sarah asked.

"He asked you questions about it?" Zondra offered.

"Yeah," Sarah replied. She blinked and turned to Zondra. "How'd you know?"

Zondra stared at Sarah for a moment. "We really gonna do this, Sarah? Are we really gonna have this conversation?"

"What conversation?" Sarah asked.

Zondra was silent for a moment. "Okay, so you're still not ready."

"What are you talking about?" Sarah asked.

Zondra grinned, and tossed her phone to Sarah. "Look in the folder called idiots." Sarah gave her a look but did so. She looked up at Zondra, shock on her face. "What's wrong?"

"These are all of Chuck and me, but you've photoshopped them to make it look like we're dating or something," Sarah told her. Zondra snorted a laugh.

"I can't photoshop anything," Zondra admitted. "That would be your bestie's skill not mine."

"Why do you keep calling Chuck my bestie like that?" Sarah asked.

Zondra stared at her. "Jesus, you really don't realize it, do you?" Zondra shook her head. "This is gonna be soooooo fun. Okay, I want you to answer some questions for me."

"Okaaaayyy," Sarah replied.

"Date with some rando you met somewhere, or watching nerdy movies with Chuck, which would you rather do?" Zondra asked.

"Well, I mean if it's a rando guy, I don't know them, and I know Chuck, and it means he would respect me," Sarah began.

"Look at the pictures labeled idiots watching movies," Zondra told her dryly.

Sarah scrolled through the pictures and looked up at Zondra. "None of these are photoshopped?" Sarah asked. Zondra shook her head. "I mean..this one is okay, it's just my head on his shoulder."

"The one where you look the most content I've ever seen you?" Zondra asked. Sarah couldn't respond, she just nodded. "What about the one you have him lying down, his head in your lap and your playing with his curls."

"His curls comfort me," Sarah insisted. "It's just…we're friends."

"So if I decided to tap that ass," Zondra began.

"NO!" Sarah said. "Chuck has a lot of emotions, and casual sex would just mess with him." Zondra gave her a long look. "Oh, God," she muttered. She scrolled through the pictures of her holding his hand, laughing and touching his shoulder familiarly as she did.

"Tell me something, Blondie, you ever spent the complete night with a guy?" Zondra asked. Sarah started to respond but glanced down at the phone. "The morning after photos."

Sarah closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened that folder. She saw them together the next morning, the warm smiles, Chuck making her coffee after he had fallen asleep in her room, them talking, or watching movies, or just not wanting to be alone.

She found herself licking her lips because they were dry. She found herself feeling things she didn't know if she ever felt.

"He doesn't feel that way about me," Sarah muttered.

"Check the file, At least one of the idiots are honest," Zondra told her, smirking. She pulled it up, it was a voice file, marked today.

Be honest, Chuck, you like her, she heard Zondra say.

Fine, I'm crazy about her, but I'm her friend, and that's all she'll ever see me as. I'm not the guy for her, she likes these good looking, muscular, hero-y looking types, and that's not me. And-and I accept that. If all she wants out of me is being her friend, then that's what I'll be. She heard him sigh. I wish she saw me as more, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and the heart doesn't want what the heart doesn't want.

Sarah stared at Zondra. "What do I do?" she asked in a whisper.

"What do you want to do?" Zondra asked.

"I-I don't know," she replied. "That's not true," she said, shaking her head." She stood up and handed Zondra her phone.

"What are you going to do?" Zondra asked.

"Something either very stupid or very brave, but something that has to be done," she told Zondra, turning and walking out the door. She walked down the hallway to his apartment. She knocked on the door, and waited until he opened it.

"Bad date?" Chuck asked, an apologetic wince on his face.

"Something like that," Sarah admitted. "Remember that corny line you said you wanted to ask her someday?" Chuck nodded. "Would you tell it to me again, I really could use it."

"You sure?" Chuck asked, a little concerned. She nodded. "Okay." He grinned. "Did it hurt?"

She rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, when I fell from heaven?"

"No," Chuck replied, shaking his head and grinning.

"What?" Sarah asked, playing along, looking surprised.

"When you fell for me," Chuck responded. And then…it happened. He saw nerves on her face, but she began to speak.

"Yes," she said softly, his eyes going wide. "It has hurt for a long time and I didn't even realize how I felt…about you…about…us."

"S-Sarah?"

"It hurts every time I go out with some idiot and all I can think is, 'God, Chuck wouldn't act like that,' or 'Chuck would love this, I wish he was here'."

"Sarah?" Confusion covered his face. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I've been looking for Mr Right in every place except the one place he's always been." She gave him a smile, and stepped closer to him. "It's you, Chuck, and I get it, we're friends, but God, I think we can be so much more."

He was silent for a moment. "Does this mean I can kiss you?" She gave him an amused look and kissed him. When her lips touched his, many things happened, none of them she was really aware of. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer, her leg wrapped around him, and the soft moan that escaped her throat shocked her. The growl from him, as his hand was on her back, pulling her closer shocked her as well, but it was the best shock. They pulled apart, as each one searched the other's eyes.

"I could have been kissing you this entire time," she said softly.

"How damn dare you remind me of that," Chuck replied, making her laugh. "So, what do we do?"

"Invite me in, and maybe we'll talk…or communicate in other non-verbal ways," she told him, grinning.

"Video games?" he asked.

"You are such a nerd," she told him. "But…apparently I'm really into nerds." He grinned at her. "Or maybe just one nerd in particular."

"Sarah…are you sure?" he asked her.

"Am I sure how this will end? No," she admitted. "Am I sure I want to try? Yes." He grinned at her. "Although I have a feeling I know exactly how this will end."

"So it won't last?" Chuck asked her.

She shook her head. "Nothing does, but I figure fifty, sixty, seventy years is a good run," she said, grinning. Chuck's eyes bulged. "Can I come in?"

"Sarah, you always were in, in my heart," Chuck told her. She shook her head at him. "Reconsidering?" he asked. She pushed him backwards, into him apartment, smiling at him.

"Nope," she said, shutting the door behind her.

A/N: Fluff is good.