Zac reached over to the left. Instead of feeling his smooth nightstand, he felt hair. He shuddered and sat completely upright. He looked up to find a pink wall. Where the hell am I? A blonde goddess's body greeted him. Oh my god. Did I just sleep with Yvonne Strahovski? Shit! Tim… oh man… he's going to be so pissed! He's already not happy I pretend to have sex with and kiss his girlfriend, and that's for television!

Although it pained Zac to do so, he had to get ready to leave. He would see Yvonne tomorrow, they were going to film early in the morning, so they got Friday and Saturday off instead of Saturday and Sunday. He quietly grabbed his phone and put on his pants, brown leather belt, and black NES nerd shirt. He grabbed his hoodie and hat from the windowsill, where they had been drying.

**1 hour later*

Yvonne opened her eyes, expecting to see a tall dark figure looming above her, but she was wrong. She turned around to see her guest pillow, indented in the middle. She knew it hadn't been a dream… It couldn't have been. She got out of bed, covering her naked form with a blanket.

"Zac?" She peeked her head out the white bedroom doorframe. Still no sign of Zac. Yvonne finally accepted Zac was gone and was probably gone until Sunday. She got into the shower and listened to her favorite songs. After she showered was makeup, hair, and getting dressed. She was hung-over on love, giving her great difficulty staying on task. All she could think about was his perfect face and how much she missed it and needed it right now. She dialed his number into the keypad. 818-134-9225.

"Hi, you've reached Zachary Levi, nerd king, please leave a message after the beep…beep," Zac's recorded message read.

"Hi Zac, it's Yvonne… well… I really miss you and need to talk and or see you soon… just call me back when you get a chance." Yvonne slouched against the wall and held her head in her hands. Where could he be? Yvonne's head was going in a million different directions at once and she needed something to do to keep her busy.

Yvonne looked down from the top of the Hollywood Hill. She looked down from the big letters. Her favorite one was the L because you could sit on it- or was it because her lover was Zachary Levi- or Tim Loden. Yvonne had a revelation. She was no longer a single Aussie who came to LA to follow her dreams; she was a classy actress dating Tim Loden; whom she had to tell about her little 'fling' with Zac. Man, she just felt terrible for Zac and Tim. She couldn't tell Tim because she loved him (Or so she thought) and she couldn't tell Zac because she loved him even more. Besides, she would stir up a problem between Tim and Zac that would leave the public suspicious- or worse; the public finding out about their 'fling'.

Remains of yesterday's rain dripped off the roof slowly. She stared out the foggy window and watched the cars pass her apartment. If only I could go see Zac, she thought. Her mind was going in a billion different directions trying to remember if he had plans so he had to leave or if he actually wanted to leave- or worse… that the whole night was an accident.

Zac tapped out the beat of Pumped up Kicks while sitting in the passenger seat of the prius.

All the other kids got the pumped up kicks,

Better run, better run, you better run.

He thought about running, then athletic people, then good-looking people, then Yvonne. He didn't want to think about her, he didn't want to go messing up her life. He took his mind off things and stared out the window. He looked in the park and saw a girl jogging. Wait a second, he thought, that's Yvonne!

"Stop!" The driver slammed his foot down on the break.

"Oh my gosh Zac! We almost got in an accident! Why did you ask to stop?" The driver yelled angrily.

"Bye guys, catch up with you later!" He waved to his fellow Nerd Machine personnel, then grabbed his umbrella and slammed the door. Bye the time he finally got out of the car, Yvonne was already across the footbridge. He ran after her, tripping over himself clumsily.

"Yvonne!" Yvonne turned around, ponytail swinging. She squinted her eyes and made out a Nerd Machine hoodie.

"Zac?" She whispered. Sure enough, she saw a pair of chocolate eyes staring at her a few yards behind. She turned around and sprinted into his arms. "Honey, I think we should get out of here... let's go somewhere more uh… private." She winked at him, although he could see concern in her eyes.

Yvonne threw the door of her apartment open. Zac examined a new Chinese porcelain good luck cat by the door, and when he turned around his lips were confronted by another, softer pair. They kissed tenderly until they had to pull apart, gasping for air. Yvonne wrapped he arms around Zac, inhaling the intoxicating smell of his cologne.

"Yvonne… we have to talk… about us… and well, he who shall not be named." Yvonne starred at him in disbelief.

"Tim? But Zachy… does it matter?"

"Actually, Yvonne it does. I am not your sex toy whose feelings you can just toss around. If you want that go to the bar and find some stripper or something, I'm sure they will all want to 'service' you. But not only am I not your ragdoll, you don't deserve this. You are a wonderful person… don't do this to yourself or me, or Tim. Even if it means hurting myself, I will leave because I love you, and I don't want to see this happening to you, not because I don't love you. I hope you realize that I will leave because I love you… more." Yvonne tried to call out, but not a sound came out of her mouth.

Did anyone catch the meaning of the phone number? If you didn't 134= I love you, then use a number pad to find the last four digits.

I don't own Chuck, Zachary Levi, Yvonne Strahovski, or anything or anyone mentioned in this story.