They got as far as San Francisco airport the next day, where they were told that all flights to Honolulu had been canceled due to severe storms and rainfalls and fear of a Tsunami.

"You gotta be kidding me…" Belle sighed and looked at Luzy. "Someone warned them that we are coming, I bet…"

Luzy snorted. "Yeah, right. Well, we might as well make the best of this. At least the airline had the decency to get us a hotel room, so let's go. And they rather have some decent food there, I'm starving…"

The hotel the airline had booked them into turned out to be more than decent.

Belle happily bounced back into the main room from the bathroom. "I just had my very own Dean moment… we have a friggin' steam shower!" She jumped on the bed. "And look at that, it's huge! Presuming you'll sleep on the floor again, it's all mine. I like."

Luzy stood impatiently at the door. "Come ON now! I'm hungry!"

Together they made their way down to the restaurant, just to be told that it was already closed.

"WHAT? You can't be serious. It's only ten o'clock, I only had the stuff airlines call food, that's not even good enough to keep a five year old well nourished and you tell me you are CLOSED?" Belle dragged the complaining and visibly unhappy Luzy away from the reception, pocketed a map on her way out and called on a cab. While she instructed the driver to get them to the city center as fast as possible, she dug in her purse for her emergency kit. It consisted of an apple, a snickers and some cookies.

"Here. Have that and be quiet. We'll find some place to eat in town, I'd guess." She knew it would be crucial to find a place that was more than decent. Preferably one of the best restaurants in town would manifest in front of them once they had reached the city center, cause at this point, while nearly any food would satisfy her ravenous friend, nothing less than GREAT food would brighten her mood. Belle couldn't really blame her, the flight had been awfully long, with no place to go and not enough space to really stretch your leg. It could drive a less exercise-dependent person than Luzy crazy. Factor in the absence of satisfying meals and you had your own little Luzycapolypse.

The driver dropped them off in Downtown. The survival kid had at least succeeded in making Luzy less grumpy. It took them another 20 minutes to agree on a restaurant, a cozy looking tiny Indian place, and about half an hour passed in complete silence until the food arrived. Two spoons into her dish, Belle knew she was off the hook. The food was amazing and the happy expression that spread over Luzys face could not be mistaken. Good food rarely failed to make either of them happy.

After they had payed, they decided they might as well take a stroll around while they were there. San Francisco certainly turned out to be an interesting spot and much remained to be discovered. Soon enough the long flight took its toll though, and they went back to the hotel and where asleep in no time.

When Belle woke up the next morning, it was bright and sunny outside. She rolled around to find her mobile to check the time. She rolled a bit fast though and all she managed was to avoid crashing into the nightstand on her way down. "Fucking hell…" she cursed, when from the door she heard a chuckle and a definitely male voice asking "Charming… is that your morning routine?" The chuckle turned into full on laughter when Belle's head reappeared from behind the bed, hair all over the place and a still drowsy expression on her face.

"The hell? Who… oh fuck. Okay, let's skip the who are you part and go straight to what in the world are you doing in my hotel room? Are you even real?" She pinched herself in the arm, just to make sure that she wasn't still asleep. On second thought, she'd very much prefer to still be asleep, cause that would mean that Scott Caan wasn't standing in the door frame.

The chuckle again. "''I am totally real. I also admittedly went into the wrong room, but it was definitely worth the mistake to see you take that swan dive. I also might add that the door was open."

Belle cursed. "Was it, now." She took a deep breath. "I'm going to kill her. I'm so going kill her… "

He still stood there, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "But, seriously, are you alright? You took quite a spectacular tumble… ". He could hardly suppress another laugh.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I do that on a daily basis. But your concern is charming, really…" If he noticed the vile undertone, he obviously preferred to ignore it.

She was just about to say something rather unfriendly, when a second person appeared behind Scott and the American turned to face whoever approached him to say something to him. Belle's head dropped a little deeper.

"Yeah. Come on. Make my life a misery…" She murmured. All she could make out of the other person was that it was a guy, too, and that he was considerably taller than Scott. Which, in itself, she thought, wasn't yet that much of an achievement, considering how small the guy was. Broad, though. Nicely build, she had to admit. "Stop it right there" she told herself. She had a certain idea as to who the other guy could be, but she had absolutely zero desire to get it confirmed. Trying to fix her messy hair into a bun she got up and decided to end the unintended encounter by simply closing the door. She reached it just in time to literally kick it shut into Scotts face when he turned again to say something to her. She ignored the complaints from outside about "being majorly uncivil" and went on to the shower.

She took her time and when she came out of the bathroom again, she found Luzy in an absurd pose on the floor that the other girl called stretching. Belle called it madness, but that's just advanced Yoga for you. She settled on the bed and looked imploringly down on Luzy.

"Tell me, why exactly did you think it such a good idea to leave the door open when you left?"

Luzy looked up, confused. "I did? I'm sorry. I thought I had closed it. Did anything happen?" She unwrapped her legs that had been in some place behind her head where, in Belle's world they did definitely not belong, and sat on the floor, cross legged.

"Has anything happened… now. Let me think. Apart from the fact that Scott Caan suddenly stood right into this room and saw me taking a rather ungraceful dive from my bed, by which he felt enormously entertained I might add, and then had the decency to be chatted up by Mr. O'Loughlin who also may have seen me in my spectacularly pretty sleep wear," with that she pointed to her Winnie the Poo shirt and boxer shorts, "no. Nothing happened."

Luzy looked at her in disbelief for a moment, then managed to ask: "For real?" When Belle nodded she broke out into laughter. Rolling on the floor, holding her belly she could hardly breathe for all the fun she had with the picture Belle had just described to her in her mind.

"This is SO not funny, I swear. You know what he said? 'Charming… is that your morning routine?'"

She should have known. Lucy grinned at her. "I want one."