A/N: You ever make a mistake? I did, ending this. Life…life got really bad for me last spring/summer/fall. (I know right now is worse in the world, but personally last year…it was more awful then you will ever know) I ended this because I thought it deserved closure, but the more the world is the more I realize we need fluff. Now there are those that hate pure fluff, fine, this isn't for you and I'm sorry. For those of you that need yo dieabetes, I got you. We're back. Check yo sugar levels, it's time to go to Grad school

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Okay," he said to himself, psyching himself up. He had done it. He had made the hand off, told her the key phrase, and now his part of the mission was over. She walked over and handed him the bag. "You'll remember, right?" he asked for clarification. She nodded. He put his car in drive and pulled away. He had done it.

The woman stood in the window, watching him go, shaking her head. Another car pulled up. "Ma'am, your food is paid for by the guy in front of you, and he thinks you're hot."

"That's my husband," Sarah replied, shaking her head. "He's an adorable goof."

"Lucky," she said, smiling at Sarah, handing Sarah her breakfast. "Have a nice day."

Sarah pulled away, and punched the call button on her car. The pre-programmed number dialed Chuck. "So, taking our cars to get them both washed was just a way to buy me breakfast?" she asked, by way of greeting.

"Who dis?" came Chuck's voice over the speaker, making her laugh. "Hey, it's a lovely day. Wanna eat at the park?"

"Lead on," she said, shaking her head. They didn't hang up, Chuck just rambling about the clouds in the sky and what they reminded him of.

She didn't know how she had gotten lucky enough to meet him, but she was thankful she had.

}o{

They were sitting in the park, eating breakfast, neither saying anything. Sarah had a look on her face that was scaring people off.

"Is something wrong?" Chuck asked.

"Yes. Your cuteness is making everyone look at you. Stop it," Sarah told him. Chuck crossed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue. "Thank you."

The two of them laughed, and then were silent. "We start back next week, Mrs. Bartowski," Chuck stressed. "It's been an amazing summer honeymoon-"

"The honeymoon ain't over," she drawled, giving him a flat look. He chuckled. "But, I know what you're getting at. Casey, Zondra, and Carina are due back soon."

"Yeah," Chuck said. He studied her for a moment. "What?"

"What, what?" Sarah asked, trying to look innocent.

"Saraaaaah…"

She sighed and laid down her sandwich. "It appears Casey and Carina have broken up," Sarah informed him. "Casey wanted more than what they had, and Carina couldn't handle it."

"Oh boy," Chuck said. "So, we're about to have drama?"

"About?" she asked with a grin. She paused as if considering what to say next. "Apparently, the CIA has decided to place someone in the Physical Education department to scout out any potential recruits and help rehab anyone that needs it."

"How will that work?" Chuck asked.

"She's hired through the student center, but you know many in the community pay to use it, as well," she began. Chuck nodded. "So, she'll work there." Sarah picked up her breakfast sandwich and took a bite. "I've been offered to help teach self-defense courses." She looked at him through her lashes. "I've been promised I am not being re-recruited, and I will be compensated. Also, it affects nothing, as far as our arrangement goes."

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

She huffed. "If it's for real, I'd like to," she admitted. "I like the workouts, I like the physicality."

"Don't I know it," Chuck muttered with a grin. She wadded a napkin and threw it at him. "Hey," he said softly. "If you want it, I support you."

"It wouldn't be a lot, a couple hours a day, and that will get you out of training… unless you wanted to join the class," she offered, looking down at the table, grinning.

"We both know I couldn't keep up in your class," Chuck told her. "There's something else. What is it?"

"I've seen the roster," Sarah told him. She was fighting a huge grin, and losing. "It seems that a Scotty Kelso has signed up."

"No," Chuck said, leaning back in surprise, his eyes wide. "Oh, you have to teach it!"

"Yeah?" she asked, grinning. "I have to be absolutely professional though, Chuck."

"Sarah, why is a gym owner signing up?" Chuck asked, knowing the answer.

"To see how good I am," Sarah replied.

"He has no idea how good you are," Chuck told her.

"Chuck Bartowski… you say the nicest things," she told him, a look on her face that made Chuck worry a bit, given they were in public.

"I just speak the truth, milady," he replied.

"What say we head home, where we're alone?" Sarah asked him.

"I'd race you, but there would be no point," he said, shrugging. She just laughed, stood up and gathered her trash. Walking by him, she let her hand gently land on his chest and drag over his shoulder, as she dumped the garbage in the bin and headed for her car. Chuck gathered his stuff as quickly as he could, and followed.

}o{

"Oh, God," Carina groused walking through the door. "I have to come home and see this?"

Sarah looked up from the couch where she was sitting, Chuck's head in her lap. She threaded her fingers through his hair, sighing contently. "I haven't started braiding it yet." Chuck looked up at her in worry. He was met with a slight glare since he had moved his head. He turned his head back the way it was, and content-Sarah returned.

"I don't know who is more whipped," Carina said, walking into her room, slamming the door.

"She's pissy," Chuck said, making Zondra snort.

"You should have seen her the day after Casey cut her off," Zondra said, and then she shivered at the thought of Carina and Casey. "You two may just kill her."

"So, we should stop?" Chuck asked. Sarah smacked him across the chest. "OW!"

"No," Zondra said. "Hell, I wish you two could turn it up. But I'm not sure that's humanly possible." Zondra went into her room, and Chuck looked up at Sarah.

"Could we turn it up?" Chuck asked.

"You know I love you, right?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah," Chuck replied, worried at what was coming.

"Okay, good," Sarah replied, smiling. "So, let me tell you how much of an idiot you're being right now."

Chuck sighed. "We're turning it up."

}o{

Chuck came out of the bathroom quietly, watching Sarah on the edge of the bed, deep in thought. He decided tonight was the night that he got in the sneak attack, not her. He slowly, quietly, crept up to the bed, and then lunged at her. Sarah's training came rushing back, and a back elbow to the eye later, Chuck was lying on the bed howling in pain.

"Baby!" Sarah yelled, realizing what she had done.

"Geez, you're serious about upholding your standing as 'best spy', aren't you?" Chuck asked, holding his eye. She moved his hand, hissing when she saw the damage she had done. She got up, sprinted out of the room, and came back with a bag of peas.

"I will never eat peas again," he muttered.

}o{

The next morning, there was snickering from Zondra and Carina as they ate breakfast.

"I'm trying to figure out if Curls was that good, and you hit him in the throes of passion, or if he was that bad, and you told him never to do whatever he did again." Sarah gave Carina a flat look. Carina held her hands up in surrender, and Sarah looked over at Chuck.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What if," he began, then shook his head. "Nah," he said. "Never mind."

"No, go on… I'm dying to know," Zondra told him.

"What if I pour coffee on my cereal, saving time?" Chuck asked.

Zondra got up, took the coffee pot from him, and brought it over to the other two women. "What if you don't?" she replied. "Jesus, Sarah, did you give him a damn concussion?"

"I didn't," Sarah insisted.

"Well, him saying stupid stuff like that makes me wonder," Zondra replied. She turned to Chuck. "Curls, what made you fall in love with Sarah?"

"I didn't," Chuck replied.

"See, brain-" Zondra began.

"I didn't fall in love with Sarah. I walked into love with her, my eyes wide open, gladly choosing to take every step along the way." Zondra's mouth dropped. Sarah stared at him, her eyes wide. Chuck locked eyes with Sarah. "I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are fated to do the things that we'd choose, anyway. And I choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and choose you."

Sarah stood up, walked up to Chuck, cupped her hands to his face, and kissed him soundly. She pulled away, took his hand and led him to their bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

Carina turned to Zondra. "Shit."

"What?" Zondra asked. "That was good."

"I know… I want that," she said. Zondra chuckled.

A/N: So, I might be a bit rusty with this one, but I have ideas of where to go and what to do. Take care, as always I appreciate any and all reviews. I will see you soon. DC

Next Time on Chuck and Sarah vs College

Chuck held up his left hand and pointed to the ring on his fourth finger. She gave him a look and swatted him with a pillow. "Nope, that doesn't give you rights to other people's information."

"Good," he chirped and she gave him a confused look. "Sarah, I would hope you would talk to me about anything that affects you, that concerns you, but your friends' business is their business."

"You're a good one, Chuck," Sarah told him grinning. "I do know of something that ring gets you."

"Cuddling?" he asked.

"Naked cuddling," she replied.

"MY FAVORITE!" he replied in glee.