Title: Just Another Cat in a Trash Can
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Rating: PG ish? PG-13?
Pairings: Chuck/Sarah, Morgan/Alex
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5
Summary: Post Finale. She's mad at him, at first, for bringing a little kitten into their home without asking.
Notes: Yes, I know I should be working on the other two fics. But here. Have a kitten instead.

She's mad at him, at first, for bringing a little kitten into their home without asking.

"What if I was allergic?"

Chuck gives her a quizzical look. "Uh...well...I already know that you're not."

Sarah huffs. Sometimes she forgets that he knows everything about her. It's frustrating to still be relearning things about Chuck while he seems to remember every little detail about her. She sits down next to him on the floor to get a better look at the ball of fur cradled in his arms.

"So...where did you find it?"

"Somebody put him into a trash can in the courtyard."




Chuck looks at her hesitantly. "We've never really talked about pets...I know it's kinda sudden, but the little guy seems like he's been through a lot..."

Sarah looks at Chuck; his big brown eyes beseeching and she thinks of a little boy asking "can we keep him? please? oh please?"

She sighs and looks to the kitten, who is purring happily in Chuck's arms. It- he - is tiny but fluffy; a tabby with brown, white and black stripes covering him, and a little white poof at the end of his tail. His eyes are deep blue and half-lidded, content.

"I...well I don't see why not," Sarah stumbles. She reaches out and pets the cat awkwardly. It shifts and wiggles, and Chuck smiles brightly.

"You hear that, buddy? You're gonna hang out with us. We're gonna need to get him a litter box and food and toys and probably a vet appointment. And a name. Names are good, too."

Sarah sighs again. She hopes she won't regret this. "Why don't we start with a name?"


She stares at her husband. "That's a terrible name, Chuck."

"He's one of the most powerful wizards who ever lived," Chuck counters with a pout.

Sarah laughs a little and without thinking says, "I know you're still waiting for your Hogwarts letter, but we are not naming this poor animal Dumbledore."

He looks delighted suddenly, smiling, his eyes bright but he says nothing, and she knows she's hit on a memory; a conversation they've had, or a silly little joke. She purses her lips and smiles back.

"You know..." she says hesitantly. "He kinda reminds me of Casey."

Chuck blinks and glances down at the kitten, trying to see the resemblance. He tilts his head and the kitten, who can't be more than seven weeks old, reaches up and bats at his nose with a paw.

Sarah can't help laughing, and really, neither can Chuck.

"Okay. Okay. I...I see you're point."

"I think he just called you a moron in cat language."

"I think you're right."

They dub him 'Colonel,' and Chuck takes out his IPhone to start looking up veterinarians, and Sarah takes a deep breath, glancing down at the kitten again.

She's never had any pets, aside from a few gold fish that never seemed to last longer than a month, and she never gave them names. They were just "Fish."

The Colonel seems so much more real; more tangible, and she hopes that this won't blow up in her...their faces. Especially since Chuck seems so excited.

'Okay,' she thinks. 'Okay."