Disclaimer: I own a car. A house. A flying saucer. Yet I do not own Desperate Housewives. Marc Cherry does. Lucky Guy. Ever had days when you wish you were Marc? I do.

This is set shortly after the Season 2 finale. Thanks to my sister who helped write this. This is my first fan fic, and it's kinda fluffy…and silly!

Julie and Danielle's Sleepover

Julie grabbed an extra quilt from the cupboard as Susan ran by.

"Hey, Mom," Julie grinned. Susan smiled back at her.

"Hi, honey. I'm going to go see Mike."
Julie sighed. It had been three weeks since Mike Delfino, her mom's boyfriend, was knocked over by a car and put in a coma. Three weeks since her friend, Danielle, had seen her boyfriend get shot. Three weeks since Gabrielle Solis finally started divorce proceedings against her husband Carlos and three weeks since Lynette Scavo had met her husband's illegitimate love child, Kayla.

"I invited Danielle over to sleepover!" Julie called.
"Yep! Okay!" Susan yelled on the way out. Julie rolled her eyes as she heard her mother say, "Oh, hi Danielle! Julie's upstairs!"
Julie heard the door slam as Danielle Van de Kamp came upstairs, and waved at Julie.
"Hey, Julie. Your mom off to see Mike?"
Julie nodded, "Yeah. Come on in."
They walked into Julie's room, where she was setting up a bed for Danielle, "So. What do you want to do?"
Danielle smiled cheekily, "Well. Pillow fights are compulsory, secrets, talking about boys…oh and it's seven o'clock, my mom's on a date with Orson Hodge and we're going to go for a walk and spy on them!"
Julie burst out laughing and tripped over the little camp bed set out for her best friend.

"Seriously?"
Danielle nodded, "Yeah! She gets back from the restaurant at about eight, eight-thirty. Plenty of time to do stuff until we can go."
Julie got up and folded her arms, "Why are you so interested in spying on your mother?"

"Because…" Danielle sighed and sat on Julie's bed, "Since Matthew held my mom at gunpoint, I've been trying to be nice to her. And really re-connect. And Mom's been hurt a lot in the past. By Dad, an evil pharmacist, Andrew, and an evil alcohol slash sex addict."
Julie raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"

"Anyway, I don't want to add evil dentist to that list."
"He's a dentist?"

Danielle smirked and grinned at Julie, "Orson's perfectly nice. But I want to check up on her."
Julie smiled sarcastically, "So, maybe you should of given her a curfew and hired a babysitter."
Danielle's eyes lit up, "I should have!"
Julie groaned, picked up a pillow and smacked Danielle around the head.

"Ow!" Danielle cried, and they started the first pillow fight of the night!

An hour and a half later, Julie lay asleep on the floor in her pink pyjamas while Danielle peered out of the window with binoculars, and her teddy-bear, John-Boy. She fingered her teddy's pink bow-tie and saw the silver Volvo come around the corner.

"Oh my God!" she cried, swallowing the last of her drink, which was very sugary,

"Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie," Danielle whispered, poking her friend, and then hitting her on the head with John-Boy.

Julie sat up, eyes wide and shaking hands from sugar-rush.

"W-w-w-w-w-what?"
"M-m-m-m-m-Mom's home with O-o-o-o-o-Orson!" Danielle giggled.

Julie's eyes widened even more, "Let's stop talking like this and let's go, go, go, go, go!"
They snuck over to the door when they heard Susan walking past the room. She knocked lightly on the door. Danielle and Julie clutched at each over, squashing the bear.

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Susan knocked on her daughter's door lightly. She heard shuffling and Danielle hissing about her jelly-babies.

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-shut up about jelly babies!" she heard Julie hiss, with a giggle.

Susan opened the door and smelt the slight aroma of sugary drinks, candy, chocolate and…jelly babies!
She glanced around the dark room, and saw the girls.

"Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!"
Susan stared at her daughter and Danielle Van de Kamp in horror.

"What?" Julie asked innocently.

Susan raised an eyebrow, "I thought we were past the Pat a Cake period! I gained a lot of weight when you were obsessed with cakes."
Julie and Danielle both burst into fits of laughter. Susan grabbed a packet of jelly-babies and left the room, bidding the girls goodnight.

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The second the door closed, Danielle sat up, serious.

"She took my jelly-babies."
"It's okay! We'll get some more."
Danielle nodded and looked out the window.

"Hey! Wrong Volvo! The one I saw belonged to Mrs. Scavo. Apparently out at the bar again."
Julie stared at her, "She drinks?"
Danielle shrugged, "She has four kids, a husband who has revealed another child and a little whore for the kid's mother. I'd drink 'til I drop."

Julie laughed and came over to the window. Finally, they saw Bree's car in the distance.

"Quick!" Julie hissed. She got onto the window sill and leapt at the tree across her window. Danielle gaped as Julie grabbed onto a branch and pulled herself onto it.

"C'mon, D-D-D-D-Danielle!" Julie giggled.

Danielle hugged her bear tight, stood on the window sill and leapt…but fell past the tree and landed in a bush.

Julie bit her hand hard to stop her giggles and whispered, "You okay?"
Danielle nodded up at her, rolling out of the bush covered in leaves, "Yeah. The sugar rush has numbed me."

Danielle grinned and brushed off her bear, while Julie frowned.
"That's not a word!"
"I don't care! Hee-hee!"
Julie leapt down and landed in a perfect position, "You're right. This would generally kill my ankles!"
The girls ran along the sidewalk until they were at the Delfino house. Bree's car rolled into the driveway as Danielle leant against the tree on Mike's lot.

"Woo!" she muttered, panting for breath. Julie peered over the fence at Bree and Orson, who were talking at her front-door.

Bree smiled at Orson, still fiddling with her keys.
"I had a great evening. Thank you," Bree smiled.

Orson nodded, "No problem. I also had a good evening."

Danielle came up next to Julie, but gagged as Bree leant in to Orson and kissed him.
"Yuk, yuk, yuk, YUK!" Danielle cried, a little too loudly.

Orson and Bree broke apart and looked around.
"Did you hear that?"
Julie, who had one hand firmly clamped over Danielle's mouth, came up with only one solution: "Miaow!"
Orson nodded, "A cat…I think…"

Bree rolled her eyes, "Ida Greenberg!"
Danielle muttered through Julie's hand, "'he 'lames I'a for everyfing!"
"What?" Julie asked, pulling her hand away.

Danielle smiled, "She blames Ida for everything."
Julie giggled and peered over the gate again, where Bree and Orson were once again kissing.

"I'm not hyper anymore!" Julie sighed, "I'm feeling…scared that your mom will catch us!"
Danielle smiled, "I have jelly babies!"

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the packet, but upon opening she gasped.

"Jelly baby…dust! I must have landed on them when I fell out the window. I killed them!"
Julie patted her friend's shoulder, "It's okay, we'll eat the dust."
Julie and Danielle ate the red dust, the green, the orange, but when they found the yucky yellow dust they threw it at Bree and Orson, who were too busy making out to notice.

"Go, Mrs. Van de Kamp!" Julie muttered. Danielle looked and gagged again.

Bree broke away from Orson and said, "Would you like to come in?"
Orson was about to answer when he heard someone yell, "No!!!!!!!!!"
He looked around, "Drunk? Ida?"

Bree grinned. Orson smiled back at her and said, "I'd love to come in, Bree."
As the two disappeared inside, Danielle screamed into her bear's soft belly. After Danielle's hysteria passed, both girls climbed over the gate and went to peer in the living room window. Bree was at the bar, putting some wine into cups.

"I want one," Danielle snuffled, and Julie ground her elbow into Danielle's ribs.

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Bree and Orson sat on the couch, drinking their wine. Orson was talking about dentistry, but Bree wasn't listening. She was thinking about what might happen next. She could let it go on as it was. But this path would mean Orson going home the next morning. She could wait until they'd finished their drink, and then ask Orson to leave.

Hopefully he would be very gentlemanly about it and leave graciously. Bree could only think about nights she'd spent with other men, like Rex, with his fondness for S&M, and George, who had guilted her into it. She didn't know what Orson was going to be like. She didn't know if he was a good guy or a bad guy. It took her a minute until it occurred to her he was saying her name.

"…Bree? Bree?"

Bree plastered a smile on her face and turned to him, "Yes? Sorry about that."
Bree's eyes traveled from Orson's concerned face to his empty wine glass.

"Would you like a refill?" Bree asked.

Orson shook his head, "No, I would like to know if everything is okay?"

Bree nodded, "Yes, I'm fine."
She took another sip of her wine, and found herself finishing it in one. Orson raised his eyebrows, obviously amused. Bree smiled back at him. Orson sighed and put down his glass.

"I think I know what this is about, Bree."
Bree put down her own glass as Orson kept talking, "You have been hurt a lot in the past. I know. I'm not going to force you into anything. I do like you. But I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do to keep me around. We can go by your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Bree stared at him. Orson took her hand and smiled, "We okay?"

Bree leant forward and kissed Orson passionately, and soon they both lay flat out on the couch, still kissing, as Bree gave Orson a…hint she was ready for the next step. And both of them knew what was going to happen next.

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And so did Julie. Danielle had stopped peering a while ago and was busy mourning her jelly-babies. Danielle looked up at her friend and raised an eyebrow, "What?"
Julie had a white face, "Erm…"

Danielle sat up and looked in the window, "They're gone! They must've gone upstairs! Let's…"
Danielle stood up, and stretched her legs…and toppled into a ladder.

She squawked in delight, "Mom was cleaning out the rain gutters! This is brilliant!"
Julie reached out to stop Danielle but it was too late. Her friend had dropped John-boy and was setting the ladder up right underneath her mother's window. Danielle scurried up the ladder and gestured for her friend to follow. Julie shrugged and unhappily did as she was told. Danielle finally got to the window and peered in.

"Dark…" she muttered. And then her eyes got accustomed to the darkness. She suddenly realized what was happening - thanks to the moaning and Barry White music playing - and, forgetting she and her friend were spying, forgetting no one was supposed to know they were out there, she shrieked loudly. Waking up almost the whole of Wisteria Lane.

Bree leapt out of the bed and grabbed her robe as she saw Danielle's stricken face at the window. She tiptoed over to the window, where Danielle's face was pale and her eyes were glazed over. She hadn't noticed Bree. Bree looked out the window and saw Julie Mayer, face bright red. Julie looked into Bree's face and waved timidly. Danielle finally snapped out of her trance and saw her mother. She yelled in surprise, letting go of the ladder and fell, grabbing a hold on Julie Mayer and dragging Julie down with her. Bree felt Orson appear beside her as they stared in shock out of the window, watching two teenage girls in a groaning heap on the grass.

"I cannot believe you!" Susan cried, pacing around Bree's living room. She, Bree, and Orson stood in front of the two girls who sat on the couch, twigs and leaves in their hair and covered in dirt.

"I mean, look at yourselves!" Susan yelled. Julie and Danielle stole a glance at each other and burst into peals of laughter, though they stopped the second they saw Bree and Susan's looks of thunder.

"Well, in my defence, it was Danielle's idea!" Julie yelled. Danielle whacked Julie on the arm.

Bree knelt down in front of her daughter, who was frowning at her best friend.

"Danielle, why would you want to spy on me?"
"Two reasons," Danielle mumbled miserably, "One, I was high on sugar. Two, I wanted to make sure Orson wasn't going to be a jackass like the others."
Bree smiled softly, "That's so sweet."
Danielle grinned, "And I'm punishing myself."
"How?" Bree asked, while Orson wrapped an arm around her.

Danielle grimaced, "Well, I saw you two going at it, didn't I?"

I hope you enjoyed it, though it's probably rubbish! Please R&R! Word of Warning: I may do another part. Depends on The BOREDOM FACTOR!