A/N: Okay, I need everyone to take a breath before they read this. I do introduce a hint of angst. A hint. You all know I avoid angst in this fic like I do the plague (and I've only been to my place of work physically 10 times in the last 8ish months) (Too soon? Too soon) Anyway….I've got a big ole story planned for this but I need to do this to get them there. You know this is my have fun story so it's not going to be too bad. I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Bartowski," Casey growled, coming into Chuck's apartment. He didn't bother knocking.

"Casey," Chuck replied, trying to study again.

"I've got a real problem," Casey said. Chuck lay down his pencil, blinked, and ran the words Casey just said to him through his head again.

"Are you coming to me, needing help?" Chuck asked. Casey let out a low growl. "I mean, seriously… you need help, you come to me, and you're mad at me?"

"I hate you," Casey muttered.

"I know," Chuck replied, with a huge grin on his face. "What's the problem?"

"I'm moving," Casey told Chuck.

"Where?" Chuck asked, curious. "Does this mean the band is broken up?"

"No… In fact, it's worse than that," Casey said. "I'm moving in with Gertrude."

"You are?" Chuck asked, confused.

"She told me I was," Casey replied. Chuck started to say something. "Would you tell her no?"

"Good point," Chuck replied. "So, that's the problem?"

"Christ, no," Casey said, shaking his head. It's a duplex, we don't need a lot of room."

"Right," Chuck said, intrigued as to where this was going.

"I'd still be the 'super' here," Casey continued. "It's a just a little bit off-campus. Seems Gertrude's family owned several pieces of land."

"Wait, are you telling me, you're about to become…"

"Don't you dare say it," Casey warned.

"…A kept man?" Chuck finished, grinning from ear to ear.

"I really hate you," he growled.

"I know," Chuck said, really proud of himself. "But, Casey, if you love her… you do love her, right?"

"She makes me feel things," Casey said.

Chuck nodded. "Okay," he replied, not sure what the right response would be. "But if you two are happy… you are happy, right?"

"Don't I look happy?" Casey snapped. Chuck pressed his lips together and widened his eyes. "Damn it, Bartowski, she rented out the other side of the duplex."

"Oh," Chuck said, nodding. "That's very fiscally sound."

"To the gnome, and Carina," Casey told him.

Chuck tried not to laugh. He really tried. Tears began to fall from his eyes, as he looked away. He could feel Casey glaring at him.

"What am I supposed to do?" Chuck asked Casey.

"Tell him he can't move in there!" Casey replied.

"Casey… I'm not his keeper." Casey growled, got up, and stormed out of the apartment. "Well, that went well," Chuck said out loud to himself, turning back to his studies.


"So, Carina's moving out?" Sarah asked, leaning her head back against the sofa as Chuck rubbed her feet.

"And moving in with the beard?" Zondra asked, as she worked on dinner. The three of them had begun taking turns cooking. They had considered adding Carina to the rotation, but there wasn't consensus on her ability to cook, and they really didn't want to hear her bitch about it.

"That's what Casey grumbled at me," Chuck told them.

"Well, we have to go see it," Zondra said. Chuck and Sarah shared a look. "What?"

"You do know you might see something there you can never un-see, with those two, right?" Chuck asked.

Zondra stopped in mid-step, and then stared at Chuck, a grin covering her face. "He is very hairy," she began.

"You have no idea," Chuck replied, shuddering, making both women laugh.

"So, I guess I need to move out," Zondra began.

"Oh, no you don't!" Sarah said, sitting up, surprising Chuck as her foot jerked out of his hands.

"I'm kinda the odd person out here, Blondie," Zondra told her. "You two are married."

"But where will you go?" Sarah asked. "Zondra."

"Listen, it would be one thing if you had a mother-in-law apartment, or house, but like this… I think it's time I go," Zondra said.

"Where are you gonna find a place to live until the semester is over?" Chuck asked. The door opened, and Carina and Morgan walked in.

"Chuckster!" Morgan said. "Hey, you know of anyone that wants to sublease an apartment?"

Zondra gave Chuck a grin.


"Seems lonely, now that the kids are gone," Chuck said a few hours later, after Zondra went to look at Morgan's old apartment. Sarah snorted at that.

"You know she is older than you, right?"

"I'm much more mature than Zondra," Chuck replied, shrugging. "You know, I was griping about us not having our own place earlier this school year, and now…" he trailed off and shrugged.

"So, I was wondering, Chuck," Sarah began, looking a little nervous. "What do you think of us living here after we graduate?"

"In Palo Alto?" Chuck asked. Sarah nodded. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm good at what I do, Chuck, and I enjoyed the physical part of my job. Gertrude thinks we can get certified, and help rehabilitate former agents, and train potential recruits that are found here at Stanford. Be what I needed, but didn't get, when I was in the CIA at Harvard," Sarah told him. "It would be working with the CIA, not for the CIA."

"You and Gertrude?" Chuck asked.

"She has contacts and, well… Gertrude's family owns a house she's wanting to sell. It's near where she and Casey are," Sarah began.

"And Morgan and Carina," Chuck reminded her.

"What do you think?" Sarah asked.

"Is this something you want to do?" Chuck asked her. She nodded. "Then, by all means, go for it." She got a big smile on her face, leaned over, and kissed him.

She pulled away, her arms wrapped around his neck. "I'm going to go call Gertrude, and tell her." Chuck smiled at her. He watched her get up and head to their room, as the door opened and Zondra walked in. She saw his face as the door to their bedroom closed. The smile fell from his face and his brow creased.

"Hey, Curls, you okay?" Zondra asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Chuck said to her. "How was it?"

Zondra stood there a second, bothered by the look she had seen on his face. "I'm not sure," she replied. "If it doesn't work out…"

"No one is running you off, Zondra," Chuck said, standing. "Want me to kick your ass in video games?"

"Nah, not right now," Zondra told him. She headed toward her room. She stopped, right in front of her door. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yeah," Chuck replied. "I know." Zondra nodded, opened the door to her room, and went in. Chuck opened his tablet, and pulled up the email he had been sent about applying to be a Teaching Assistant, or TA. "I gotta pull my weight," he muttered.


A few days later, Sarah bound through the apartment, happiness on her face. "Guess what?" she asked, making Chuck laugh.

"You love me?" Chuck guessed.

"I dooooo," she drawled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she spun around with him. "But guess what else?"

"You don't care that most accidents in the house happen in the kitchen, and we just happen to be in the kitchen?" Chuck asked.

"I donnnnn't," she replied. "I have a job." Chuck's eyes went wide. "Like, a real, making-money, career job."

"Really?" Chuck asked.

"Really," she said. "And," she continued, her voice dropping low, and raising an eyebrow. "I have maternity leave and everything."

"M-maternity leave?" Chuck asked, making her giggle.

"I'm not saying tomorrow, Chuck," Sarah told him. "You do want kids, right?"

"I mean, I prefer my own, as opposed to snatching some off the street," Chuck said, grinning at her. She slapped his shoulder, and pulled him in for a blistering kiss.

"I'm going to go call Ellie, and give her the news," Sarah told him. "I love you."

"I love you," Chuck told her, as she went into their bedroom.

"Surprise she didn't bang you right here on the kitchen table," Zondra kidded Chuck. Chuck gave a one syllable laugh, but nothing more. "Curls?"

"You can't tell her, okay?" Chuck said, turning to Zondra.

"Okaaayyyy," she replied. He opened his bag and handed her a letter. She looked at it and then back up at him. "A rejection letter to be a TA." He pulled out six more and handed them to her. "These are all rejection letters?"

"You know who has a hard time getting hired?" Chuck asked. "Someone in education, where professors got fired for what they did to you." Zondra's jaw dropped. "I don't know what I'm going to do," Chuck admitted. "But, you can't tell her… she's happy. Very happy, and she gets to have this."

"Chuck," Zondra began.

"No, Z, no," Chuck said, shaking his head. "And please don't think I'm mad at you for exposing what happened to me. I'm not, you did the right thing. Hell, if it wasn't for you, I'd never have met her."

"But this isn't right," Zondra protested.

"Life isn't always right," Chuck said with a shrug.

His bedroom door opened. "Ellie wants to talk to us!" Sarah nearly squealed.

"Coming," he said, his smile back in place.

Sarah shut the door. "Chuck," Zondra began.

Chuck shook his head. "I'll figure it out," he assured her. "I'll figure something out."

Chuck headed into the bedroom. Zondra gathered up the letters, started to put them in his bag, and then stopped. She looked over at the bedroom door, tapped them on the counter, and took them to her room. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call.

"Gale? Zondra. We need to talk."

A/N: And before you ask, you know who Gale is. It will be okay, more soon. Take care.