364A/N: More Fluff. Unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
"So let me get this right," Carina began, not believing what her best friend had just told her.
"Please, don't," Sarah begged.
"You're telling me, you told the IT geek-"
"Nerd," Sarah cut in. "He prefers nerd."
"The moron," Carina corrected. Sarah winced. "That your computer wasn't working right, and he told you that he had to help his sister last night, but gave you a manual that you could use to fix your computer."
"Yep," Sarah replied.
"AND," she continued.
"You do know I was there, and literally just told you this story," Sarah said, glad they were in Carina's office and not on the floor where everyone could hear them.
"Told you that if you couldn't figure it out, to bring in the computer today and he'd fix it for you," Carina finished.
"Yep," Sarah said, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Sarah, he's clueless," Carina pointed out.
"Yeah, he is," Sarah said, feeling her cheeks getting flushed and a need to defend him. "He's not assuming that I only want one thing from him."
"Oh, damn," Carina muttered.
"He's kind, considerate, and absolutely a nice guy and furthermore."
"Oh, lord, done gone furthermore," Carina muttered.
"Maybe that's what I need in my life, maybe what I need is a guy who respects me, who thinks of me first, who worries about my needs-"
"All of this from a user manual?" Carina asked.
Sarah continued, ignoring her friend. "Maybe that kind of kind, cute, curly haired nerd, with the soft brown eyes is exactly what I need."
Carina was silent for a moment. "You desperately need to get laid." Sarah sighed, stood and walked out. "YOU DIDN'T SAY I WAS WRONG!" she called after Sarah.
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She sat at her desk, wondering her next move. Chuck was a great guy, she had eaten lunch with him a few times, but he always ended up having to rush off because of some emergency in the building that just had to be taken care of.
He laughed at her jokes; the first guy she knew of to ever do that. He was kind, funny, and absolutely charming. Carina had told her he had gone through a break up recently and he was a little shy after it had happened.
She picked up the manual he had given her and looked at it. He had to go with his sister last night, because of….well, he said, but that was ridiculous, right? Was he blowing her off? She stood up, grabbed the book, and headed downstairs.
As she opened the door she saw his head pop up and his eyes go wide, a frightened look in them. What would cause that? "Hey, I need to ask you something, and I'd like you to be honest with me."
"Okay," he said, swallowing.
"Yesterday, I swore you said you couldn't help me because of…mother's day?" Relief flooded his face and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why.
"Yeah, see…" Chuck paused, stood up, found an empty chair, and put it down close to him. "Please, it's a bit of a story." Sarah sat, intrigued. "Mother's Day is the day my Mom left my sister and me, and Ellie and I had to become reliant on each other."
"Oh my God," she said in a low tone, shocked.
"Yeah, my sister pretty much raised me so while I really wanted to come help last night-"
"Chuck, no, you don't owe me an explanation, I just kinda thought…" she trailed off.
He gave her a soft smile. "I was making up some lame excuse not to help you." She grinned at him. "You didn't open the book, did you?"
"How dare you," she said, pulling back, looking affronted, but smiling. "No, I absolutely did not." His smile turned sad. "I should have, I'm sorry, but-"
"You didn't have a clue what to do if you did read it, I get it." He held out his hand. "I'll come by tonight to look at your computer."
"No, you were kind enough to give this to me to look at to fix my computer, and that's what I'll do," she said. His face went white, horror covered his features, and Sarah was confused.
"No, nononono," he said, reaching for it. "You don't have to."
"Yes, I do," she insisted. "I'm going to open it-" She opened it to the table of contents and paused. She saw him swallow, and look down at the floor.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
"For what?" she asked, a grin covering her face. "Did you give this book to the wrong person? Is this your go to move?"
"What, no!" Chuck replied. He watched her peel the post it note from the table of contents that he had scrawled around twenty-four hours ago, asking her to go out with him.
"Chuck," she began, grinning as he sat there looking like a child that was about to get punished. "There's nothing wrong with my computer." He blinked, and looked at her, confused. "I just wanted you to come over to my place."
"Why would you want that? Don't you have friends?"
She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Lord help her not to smack this cutie. She opened them and looked right into his. "Chuck, I wanted to go out with you."
"Wanted?" Chuck asked, daring not to hope what he dared hope.
"Want," she corrected.
"You and I?" he began. "Me and you?"
"Uses even," she said, beginning to chuckle. "Every time we try and talk around here you have to rush off to save the world, or at least someone's computer."
"Damn porn," he muttered, making her break out into laughter. "So, you want to go out with me?"
She nodded. "Yes. Will you?"
He was silent for a moment. "How do you feel about Mexican food?"
A/N: Hint, she really likes Mexican food. Hope you enjoyed it and it brought a smile to your face. Take care folks. DC
