DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sonny With A Chance.
Author's Note: My name is Deenah, and I now present to you the first chapter in my first SWAC fic. I hope you enjoy it. R&R, anybody? :)

"We would like to thank you for flying with EuroAir, we have arrived in London, so I will now ask you to remove on your seatbelt and remove your carry-on items from where you placed them. We wish you a nice stay in the UK, and hope you will choose us for your international flights in and outside Europe. Good day to you."

It was a cold, wet, gray day. Not the kind of day you would like to kick-off your new life you were starting today. But for Sonny Munroe, this was just the type of day she wanted to start off with. It was nothing like warm, dry, sunny California. There was no scorching white sun outside; it was different. And different was just what Sonny needed. It had been five years since the So Random! series finale, and Sonny was ready to end her comedy/acting life. After So Random!, Sonny had gone to being a recurring role on a drama, playing the lead character's niece with a drug problem. She had enjoyed the part, it was a challenge and a bit of a breakthrough for her, but she felt that she did not want to spend the rest of her life acting. So after filming her character's last episode, she enrolled in college and majored in journalism. She was now a whole different person than she was when she left So Random! five years before. She was a twenty-three year old journalist in a new country with a whole other future awaiting her. All she had to do was search for it.

She picked her purse up from the floor and got up from her seat. She got caught in the traffic that forms up when too many people are trying to leave a place at once through a tiny exit. She used the opportunity to fix her coat, and smooth out her hair. It had been a long ride, and was sure that she had bags under her eyes, due to her sleepless night. She sighed and put on her oversized sunglasses, even though the sun was nowhere to be seen. She had always hated when stars did that, but now that she had done her first transcontinental flight, she understood why.

She walked out through the narrow passageway and walked out towards the terminal. She was completely disoriented when it came to time change, so after she picked up her luggage from the rotation wheel, and sat down to deliberate.

Let's see, it was 10:00 AM, on a Saturday morning. She had not slept since Thursday night. If she left Los Angeles at 4:00 PM, it would be 2:00 AM, over there, because it LA time was eight hours behind London time. Ugh, that wasn't making any sense. She had always hated time zone differences, and jet lag wasn't really helping her case. She didn't have enough energy to look up her land lady and pick up the key for the flat she had bought. What Sonny needed was to catch up on her sleep. Luckily, Tawni, whom she was friendly and still kept in touch with, had given her an envelope that read: OPEN IN CASE OF JET LAG EMERGENCY, and then in smaller letters: WHICH YOU'LL PROBABLY NEED, I'M 100% SURE OF IT. Sonny ripped it open and took out a small note, written in Tawni's signature pink calligraphy.

Dear Sonny,

Welcome to your new life! Now, as I am positive that you will suffer severe jet lag, I have made a reservation for you at the Novotel London West Hotel. It's about eight miles from Heathrow airport, so you can just get a cab or something. It wasn't cheap, so I expect you to stay there.

Hugs!

Tawni

PS: Just so you know, there's a Starbucks in terminal four.

Ah, thank God. She'd just get a cab and leave, sleep for a day, wake up on Sunday and move into her flat. This was too good to be true, and that worried Sonny.

Moves aren't supposed to run smoothly, she pondered. She shrugged the thought away, it was just her bad jet lag that was making her act pessimistic. Sonny made her way to the Starbucks, all drowsy.

She was in a hurry for her caffeine that she nearly knocked down a young man on her way.

"I'm so sorry," she gushed out, turning around, terribly embarrassed.

"No, no. It's okay," the guy told her and he walked away rapidly.

-&-

After she had her white chocolate mocca, hopped on a cab, and arrived at the Novotel, she made her way to the check-in counter.

"Welcome to the Novotel London West, my name is Lily. How may I serve you today?" the attendant asked her in her thick, British accent.

"I'm Allison Munroe. I have a reservation, and I would like to check in."

"Delighted to help, Miss Munroe," Lily, the attendant, smiled, and her fingertips started to fly across the keyboard on her desk.

"Munroe, Allison. Munroe, Allison," the attendant murmured. "I'm sorry, but there is no reservation under Allison Munroe."

"Umm, could you try Sonny Munroe, then. It's spelled S-O-N-N-Y, not S-U-N-N-Y."

"Alright, then. Suhnny Munroe it is," she said, placing a heavy accent on the "suh". She scanned the screen while Sonny tapped her fingers on the counter.

"No Suhnny Munroe, either," the attendant looked at her with a pitying face. "Maybe a different name?"

"Tawni Hart. She was the one who did the reservation for me," Sonny was desperate now, panicking.

"Tawni Hart. Tawni Hart. Tawni Hart. There we go! Tawni Hart. Let me check the reservation." The attendand clicked on the name, and immediately a worried expression appeared on her face. "I'm sorry, Miss Munroe. The reservation was made for yesterday, not today, and has been cancelled. I'm terribly sorry."

"Oh, no. This can't be. Can't I make another one?" Sonny cried. She had told Tawni she would arrive at ten, and Tawni probably believed she meant PM, not AM.

"I'm sorry, we're out of rooms today. Perhaps, you could try a different hotel."

"Yeah, I think I'll do that. Thank you for your time." Sonny picked up her luggage and walked out of the hotel. As if things couldn't get worse, it had started to pour. She walked for about a block, until she found another Starbucks and walked towards it. Once again, she almost ran over someone.

She couldn't believe it. The guy was wearing the exact same clothes as the guy she almost ran over in the airport. She apologized and looked down, completely mortified. She was still apologizing, not daring to look at him, when he lifted her chin and stared right into her.

"Sonny?" he asked.