Hello hello :) A short note from yours truly:

a) Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own neither the characters mentioned in this little work of mine nor the actual actors (pitty, really). Also, I don't own any of the movies, series or whatnot that you might find quoted here. It's just a natural part of my lingo, so that's how they end up in here.

b) Please, please do enjoy reading this but DON'T take it too seriously. I adore Hawaii five-0, I love Supernatural, I also am totally in love with all the actors mentioned here. This is not your traditional fanfiction in the sense of a story that involves the actual series. It does however, involve parts of it, and the actors. The story developed in my flat, with my flatmate of awesome as muse. It's definitely a self-insert (I'll leave it up to you to judge who you think is me and who's the flatmate =D). It might also be / turn out to be marry-sueish in some parts. I'm fully aware of that and I embraced that in a (hopefully) self-ironic manner.

I do however, hope you have some fun with this. If you did (or didn't) I'd love read about it. Let me know :). Last remark: I'm not a native speaker, so all mistakes considering language / grammar / you name it... I'm sorry!

All this being said, thanks for reading! It's rad that you took the time!

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„I know I mentioned it before, but… I want one!" Luzy made the best impression of Dean-puppy-eyes available to her.

Belle rolled her eyes. "Yes. I know. You want one. And I'd get you one if I knew how. But I don't. So shut up, will you? I gotta write this darn report or else I'll be out of a job by the end of the week."

Luzy jumped on the sofa beside her. "But…!"

Belle threw the pen at her. Then the work sheet. She shortly considered throwing the laptop next, but realized that this would probably be taking things a wee bit too far.

"You are a royal pain in the ass. Tell me again, why exactly are you on holidays? And why are you not out and about, climbing some crazy mountain or touring through Scotland on your bike?"

Luzy grinned. "Cause I do what I want! I got no jobs coming in at the moment, so I closed shop for about a month. Maybe two. I don't know. And I promised to kick your lazy ass into action, so I'll wait till next week and then drag you on along with me."

Belle rolled her eyes. "Splendid."

Luzys grin got even broader. "That's deep."

"Oh to hell with you, cut it with the movie references. And hand me back my pen. The faster I get this done, the faster you can drag me off."

Luzy leaped from the sofa, muttering something that sounded annoyingly like "You got a point there", and disappeared somewhere into the kitchen.

For some hours, Belle was being left at peace. She finished her report, mailed it to her boss and got off the internet. She hated this job, but at least it payed the rent. Nevertheless she was thinking about quitting for at least a month already. Maybe she should.

On her way to the kitchen, she came across the open door to Luzys room and stopped dead.

"What the hell are you doing in there?"

In her room, Luzy had pushed all the furniture into the corners and spread a huge map on the floor. Next to her was a stack of travelling books and her open laptop that displayed various beach scenes.

"I repeat... the fuck?"

She entered Luzys room and realized that the map on the floor was a map of Hawaii. Luzy was busily putting pins into various places spread across all the islands. She only looked up after she had put the last pin in. She looked way to happy for Belles taste.

"That's where we are going next week. I booked flights."

Belle shook her head. "You… what? To quote a well-known character: What the hell is wrong with you? I got a job, I got some other deadlines to meet by next Wednesday and even if all that wasn't the case, I don't have the cash to pay even for a one-way ticket."

Luzy looked at her, sternly. Stubbornly, one might say. "You hate your job. You wanted to quit six weeks ago, you just kept putting it off. You don't even want to be here. Neither do I. And I happen to have the cash at the moment, so I might as well take you along and you can pay me back later. There's no better time than now. Give notice at work, pack up your stuff, and let's go. Seriously, what keeps you here? And don't try to get me off your back with some conventional answers, cause you are about as conventional as I am."

"Now I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or an insult.." Belle muttered. "Sure, I hate what I'm doing, but it pays the bill. I cannot live on your expenses and my bank account isn't exactly in for any extraordinary adventures at the moment. Plus, as awesome as Hawaii looks, it's rather warm there, I'll be forced to go to the beach and wear stupid swimsuits. And you'll probably make me bike across the islands until I curse you six days to Sunday. So why should I do that?"

"Cause you'd do everything just not be bored. And boy, are you bored with everything at the moment."

Belle sighed. "I hate you. You know that, right? You've basically just called me Sherlock Holmes… Seven hells, this is a travestie. We throw movie quotes at each other and make funny japes, but all we want is out, huh? But you are probably right. So… dunno. What exactly is it that you plan to do?"

Lucy knew she'd won by then.

Most of their travel preparations during the next days consisted of watching and re-watching episodes of Hawaii Five-0 and the occasional episode of Lost. Uncounted pillow fights ensued when Belle stated over and over again that she'd definitely go neither swimming nor surfing, "just for the record, pretty please".

"You will dear, you will." Lucy retorted each and every time that happened and boom, there went the fierce pillow fighting. Usually it ended when one of them stared starry eyed at their respective favourite male lead in Hawaii five-0.

"I want one…" Lucy stated again when Scott Caans Danny "Danno" Williams swaggered into the picture. Belle grinned. "Yeah, you said so. Last year, when this madness started. But, in case they are still shooting I could try to fetch him from the set, but that might land me into minor trouble…"

Lucy laughed mischievously. "Only if they catch you… muahahaha!"

Belle shook her head. "And you didn't even drink the rum…" She looked at the half empty bottle in her hand. "I still can't believe I quit my job to go to Hawaii… to bike, and as I am constantly told by you, swim and surf. Oh, and do Yoga of course, cause… my back and such, right?"

Lucy nodded solemnly. "Spot on. And now don't tell me your back hasn't gotten a lot better during the last year. Or your knees. Or, basically everything about your body."

There was no denying it. About a year ago, when they had moved in together, Belle had made Lucy promise to force and kick her into action, and very often much to her dismay, Lucy had stayed true to her word. She'd gotten her to take yoga classes, more or less forcefully persuaded her that she needed her own bike (and had to use it, mind you!) and made her do all kinds of other physical activities whenever opportunities opened up. It had done her worlds of good, but having always been the grumpy kid, she only grudgingly admitted so.

"So, tomorrow, huh? Aloha Hawaii." She took another deep sip from the rum bottle.