A/N: More random fluff

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Chuckster," Devon said, walking down the hall.

"Dr. Woodcomb," Chuck replied, grinning. Devon gave him a flat look. "Fine," Chuck said, chuckling. "Dr. Awesome."

"So, between the two conferences, the fire and that nasty wreck, we're short staffed and are having to pull nurses off the floor," Devon began.

"I will be glad when I get my Nursing degree so I can get paid for doing all the extra stuff," Chuck grumbled.

"Listen, just do what you do for the patient in room 202," Devon said. Chuck gave him a look, as Awesome tapped him lightly on the chest with a clipboard. "It rhymed, I know. I was working ER when she came in, bad car wreck, and she's gonna be sore as hell, but she's a grumpy one."

"Oh," Chuck said, preparing himself.

"Someone totaled her Porsche so…" Devon grimaced. "She said she used to be a government agent, but she was on pain killers, so who really knows, you know?"

"Got it," Chuck told him. "So take the vitals."

"Gonna need you to do more than that," Devon said.

"You said it was a she," Chuck began.

"Oh, I know," Devon continued. "Your the only male CNA we trust with her."

"Really?" Chuck asked. "Oh, she's…"

"Dude, she's a smokeshow," Devon replied, shrugging. "I mean I love your sister but I do have eyes. And you know what Randy would try helping her…Noooooooo."

"Gotcha," Chuck said. "What about Rene, or Krista?"

"Helping out on other floors, things are a mess and will be for a few days, so think of this as your trial run, anything you need, page me," Devon said. "I know, I know, normally I'd tell you to talk to the nurse but I'm not sure how much time she's gonna have." Devon slapped the clipboard into his chest. "Come on, Chuckster, in a few weeks you'll be a nurse anyway."

"I know, it just seems like a lot," Chuck told him.

"I'm not asking you to break any rules, that's why I said if you need something call me," Devon told him. "Now, I'm going to go find a room and get some sleep. I'm covering three floors with all of this going on." Chuck was glancing through the chart. "She's gonna be fine."

"It's me I'm worried about," Chuck said, heading toward the room. He knocked on the door, heard no response, and slowly opened it. She looked to be asleep. "Miss Walker?"

"I don't want any," the patient muttered.

"Well, the problem is I need to check your vitals, and you need a bath," Chuck told her. Her eyes popped open and she stared at him. "Listen-"

"You can bathe me if you beat me," Sarah told him.

"Excuse me?" Chuck asked.

"You have to fight me, and if you win, you can bathe me."

Chuck blew out a breath. "Miss Walker, I am not going to fight you, and I have no want to embarrass you."

"Oh, I won't be embarrassed," his patient told him. She gave a sigh. "It's Sarah, if you're going to be seeing me naked, it's Sarah."

"Well, what if it's Sarah, but I won't be seeing you naked?" Chuck asked. "Maybe you can bathe the…unmentionables."

"I think they're quite mentionable," Sarah replied, making Chuck laugh. "But you still have to fight me, and I'll let you go first."

"Fine," Chuck said, walking over and hitting a button, making her leg cast go higher into the air as he jerked the pillow away under her head.

"Hey!" she yelled.

"Now, how about you and I fight once you heal and it's a fair fight?" Chuck asked her. She glared at him, crossed her arms as he went and began to prepare her bath water. She let him bathe her, without seeing her naked, and when it came time for her finish up, he turned his body and stared at the wall. "Finished yet?" he asked after a few minutes.

"Do you wanna check everything out?" she asked, making him sputter. "You sure you want to fight me?"

"Nope, I'm pretty sure you'll win," Chuck told her.

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A few days later he walked in as she was working on her oxygen levels with her therapists. "Oh look, it's my opponent," she said, grinning.

"She hates bathing," Chuck told the oxygen specialist.

She let the tube out of her mouth where she had been working on her lungs, and muttered, "Fight me," and then began coughing. Chuck came over and rubbed her back as she hacked and coughed.

"Like I said, not a fair fight once you're healed up," Chuck told her. She started to retort but began to cough again.

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A few days later found him pushing her in a wheelchair to the front door, where a red headed woman was standing by her car door waiting to help Sarah inside the car. "Are you gonna let me help or do I have to fight you on this as well?" Chuck asked her.

"Oh, we still are fighting," Sarah told him. "But I'll let you help me into the car." She glared at him the entire time he did. She reached for the door when he stopped her.

"Wait a second," he said, as he grabbed a bag hanging on the wheelchair handle. "I got you something."

"Well, I don't have anything for you," she replied.

"Of course you do, attitude for miles," Chuck told her, making her smirk at him. "I hope you get better soon, Sarah, and I hope you find a car to replace your Porsche."

"Thank you, Chuck, you have been amazing, but, you are gonna fight me," she told him.

"I told you, you'd win," he said, shutting her door for her. She rolled down the window as the redhead climbed into the car, giving both of them a weird look. "Get better," he said. The car took off, Chuck waving at her.

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A few days later found Chuck out with Devon and Ellie, celebrating his nursing diploma. "Guys, thank you, you didn't have to."

"You're welcome, Chuck, but we have to go, "Ellie said, standing, grinning, as Devon joined her. "You have someone else that wants to congratulate you."

Chuck turned, and couldn't believe his eyes. He pushed his chair back, and stood. "Sarah?"

"Could you get that chair for me please?" she asked. He pulled it out for her as she positioned herself to set down, using the crutches to guide her. "So, I was your first, huh?"

"Well, unofficially," Chuck told her. "I'm kinda surprised to see you."

"Why, because I didn't call you?" She asked, smirking. "I got your note with my stuffed bunny, to fight you and then you left me your phone number like you're some kinda player."

"I am so not a player," Chuck muttered. "So what's with this fight me thing?"

Sarah shrugged. "Remember the woman that picked me up at the hospital?" Chuck nodded. "We were both former government agents, and we were always told that dating people, having relationships were bad ideas, so anytime we felt attracted to someone we would say we wanted to fight them as a code."

"Wait, what?" Chuck asked.

"I told you that you were gonna fight me," Sarah said, grinning.

"I was wrong, you're gonna lose if you do that, "Chuck said with a wink.

"Oh, I think I'm gonna win, if you're brave enough," Sarah said. "And that was dirty pool what you did to me with my leg and that pillow."

"I won didn't I?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah, you did," Sarah told him.

A/N: I know, insane, but needed fluff. All mistakes are mine, no beta injured in this.