Author's Note/Disclaimer: This story was an idea in the back of my mind for awhile, but I didn't get around to writing it until a small family vacation to Lake Santa Margarita. I was inspired partly by "A Deal with a Plant", the unofficial, but still great, Little Shop of Horrors fan fiction by Writing Queen 101. This is yet another Seymour and Audrey fluff episode, but it was refreshing to write something that takes place during the musical rather than being a sequel to the movie version; which means, you guessed it: Audrey II is in the story!!

A big thanks goes to Ossiana of the BPRD, who beta read this story. And lastly, I own none of the characters or songs used in this story. They belong to the various people who have created the original film, off Broadway musical, and musical film Little Shop of Horrors. Enjoy!

*S. Snowflake

Trust Me, It's True

Part One: A Fine Plant

The rain poured heavily on Skid Row, as if great pails from above were splashing the ground. It was indeed a strange November evening for an equally strange, if not eerie, day. The tiny flower shop, Mushnik & Son's, never found silence with raindrops making a racket of "drip-drop-pa-lunk" on the roof. Buckets were placed in every corner of the shop to catch the water droplets that came through the cracks in the ceiling. It amazed the two employees who worked there that even in such horrible weather, customers came flocking to stare hypnotically at their famous, botanical discovery by the name of Audrey II.

"Yes siree, that's a fine plant you've got there," said one of the last customers of the day as he approached Audrey II's great, green pod.

Seymour Krelborn, who had discovered the plant and was accredited with the fame of it, turned sharply in the direction of the customer. "Don't get that close!" he shrieked before tripping over his shoelaces in an attempt to stop the man from coming closer to his plant. After standing back up and readjusting his glasses, Seymour spoke once again, "I mean, I'm sorry, sir, but I c-can't risk any damage to such a… delicate plant."

The large pod barely parted in a smirk directed at Seymour. Thankfully, the customer did not notice it.

"I see. Well, you have all the reason to be protective of it, being that it's bringing you so many good things," replied the customer with a chuckle.

Seymour bit his lip, thinking over the customer's words. If only he knew what horrible things that monster has brought me too; feeding it my own blood and then two other people, he thought, lowering his head slightly and mumbling something faint under his breath.

Audrey Fulquard, the sole female employee at Mushnik & Son's, noticed Seymour's sudden outburst and reaction, and immediately felt that she had to do something. "Is there anythin' else you need to buy, sir?" she asked the customer before she looked behind her at the clock on the wall. She coughed shortly and banged on the wall with her fist, causing the clock's broken hands to move forward on impact. "Excuse me," she apologized before turning around with a false gasp at the clock. "Why, Seymour, it's six a' clock!" she exclaimed in the dumbest fashion possible.

"What? But it was just five thir-" Seymour began, but then caught the wink Audrey gave him as he looked up at the trick clock. "Oh-oh, so it is!"

Audrey giggled shortly. "Sorry, sir, but you'll have to come back t'morrow if you want to see Audrey Two some more."

"Aw, darn," replied the customer as he walked out the door. "-Well, thanks for the flowers anyway."

"No trouble at all, sir," Seymour answered him before turning around and glaring at another customer in the corner. "-And, Burson, you gotta go too."

The second customer turned around with a flower he had began to eat still hanging out of his mouth. "M'aww…" he muttered in response before walking out the door and into the pouring rain as well.

Seymour shook his head. "Plant eater… what kind of weirdos could possibly come in next, Audrey?"

"On Skid Row, who knows?" Audrey replied with a smile, switching off the neon sign and closing the drapes so that no one could see into the shop. She tiptoed a few paces toward Seymour before leaping forward and playfully pouncing on his back.

"Gyah! Audrey, please don't do that when I'm not looking!" Seymour yelped.

"Sorry but, oh, I can't wait for our date, t'night!" she said excitedly. "It's gonna be so fun. Only our third date, and I don't see anything but sparks flyin' around us. It must be love!"

"Yeah… love," Seymour said, and decided to give her a kiss. "My first and only, Audrey."

Audrey giggled again with anticipation and joy. "Well, now that it's closin' time, I've gotta go get ready for tonight. Gotta put on some makeup and look great for my date, you know."

"-But I already think you're beautiful," Seymour argued. "You don't need no makeup, not with me. Remember?"

Audrey smiled. "-But it's so rainy, all my makeup's washed off. Besides, uptown you gotta make an impression on people."

Seymour shook his head again. "I guess. So, I'll pick you up from your apartment around eight?"

"Sure," Audrey answered with another radiant smile before she took a few steps closer to Seymour and gave him the faintest peck on the lips. "I'll see you tonight, Seymour darling."

Seymour grinned back at last. "See ya."

Seymour continued to smile as Audrey walked out the door with the last click-clacks of her high heels striking the linoleum. Audrey's presence was more than a comfort for Seymour; she was like a human antidepressant. Once the blonde was gone from his sight, he returned to the frantic and hurt state that he had been in before. And then, to make matters worse…

"Finally! I never thought she'd leave," said a booming voice from behind Seymour. "Hoowee, that girl puts on too much cherry lipstick! I could smell her lips smackin' yours from over here."

"Hey, shut up, Twoey," Seymour said and turned around to face his plant.

The Audrey II's pod was now flopped forward, the opening of its trap agape to reveal its wide, toothy maw. It looked rather like the head of a cobra before it strikes.

"Don't tell me to shut up, boy!" the plant yelled at Seymour. "I have to keep quiet all day with these weirdos watchin' me. Did you see that one guy with the flowers? I'm pretty sure he wants to eat me." It licked its chops with a slimy, leaf tongue. "I'd like to see him try."

"He is a little odd, but that's no reason to kill him, Twoey," Seymour said.

"Mm, you didn't seem to care if Scrivello was ju-u-st a little mean to Audrey, or if Mushnik knew ju-u-st a bit too much about what was goin' on," the plant said tauntingly. "And now look what's happened. You got everything you want, boy."

Seymour frowned and looked at his feet with shame. "I didn't want to be a murdering fraud of a celebrity back when it all started. I just wanted Audrey to be safe."

"-And you wanted her for yourself."

"No, no, I didn't want to take advantage of her. I just couldn't help myself when I told her how I felt," he paused. "Ya know what she told me on our last date? She told me that she always loved me. Do you think that means she'd love me even if I wasn't famous anymore?"

Audrey II was a sly, sneaky plant. Seymour had of course guessed right with his question about Audrey's feelings for him. Even a plant could tell that she was genuinely in love with him, but Seymour could never know that, or else the extraterrestrial plant's plan for world domination might go underground. It was too early to abort this part of the mission, and Audrey II knew exactly what to say to keep its scheme alive.

"Females are funny creatures, Seymour. No means yes and yes means no, 'member? Besides, she probably meant she's always loved you since she finally knew you existed, and you know how long that took," it said.

Seymour sighed deeply. "Yeah, you're right. I just barely hoped for one second that maybe she wouldn't care if I was just a nothing again. If we were back to square one we could still have tomorrow."

"Why think about that when you've got tomorrow in your hands?" Audrey II asked Seymour. "Where are you taking Audrey tonight anyway?"

"Some big restaurant uptown," Seymour replied with a shrug before going down into the basement to fix himself up properly for his date.

"And what are you gonna do after dinner?" Audrey II asked slyly through the open basement door.

"Um, I don't know, go for a walk or something."

"No, no, I mean when you go home," the plant chortled.

"What?" Seymour asked with a shock, accidentally flinging his glasses onto his cot in the process. After recovering them in a half blind state, he continued, "You don't mean like that, do you? Twoey, that's just disgusting. Me and Audrey… we're still just getting to know each other, we're not like that."

Yeah, little miss former stripper would never do anything like that, Seymour, the plant thought, shaking its pod. "Whatever you say, kid. Whatever you say…"