After the usual talk of what to write and what to research, Sabrina went back to her cubicle and sipped her cup of coffee. She had to write her article on a blackout but she couldn't focus on that right now. All she could think of was Sleepless in Seattle. She looked over at her email (she had made a fake one) and saw no replies. She had called the radio station to find out if Sleepless had an email account and they gave her the address. Sabrina hoped it wasn't a fake one.

The warmth of the coffee cup warmed her cool hands while she turned it. She nodded to herself after deciding to call the radio station again.

"Hi, I work for the Daily Planet and I'm doing an article about talk shows and…yes, I listen to your radio show…no, I don't need any help….yes, I'm sure…um…I was wondering if you had the number of Sleepless In Seattle? No…no, I'm not looking for love…yeah, I have a piece of paper," she wrote down the number, "Yes, thank you very much!"

She hung up then decided to dial the number, "98156…8723…"

She bit her lip while waiting for someone to answer. Nobody answered and she listened to the voice mail, "Hi, this is Drake Goodfellow, my dad is Robin Goodfellow. We're not here right now so could you plea-"

The voice mail message was ended by Sabrina and she bit her lip. "Goodfellow…Goodfellow…where have I heard that before? Hm, oh well"

Her polished nails typed on the keyboard as she looked in the news bureau for 'Robin Goodfellow'. Her eyes widened when she saw 9870 results. She bit her lip and added more information, 'Robin Goodfellow. Drake Goodfellow'. Four results came up, two of them about criminals, one about a florist and one about a theatre actor.

She smiled to herself then made it even more specific, 'Robin Goodfellow. Drake Goodfellow. Seattle'. This time, only the florist came up.

"Good enough," she said. Then she took out her mobile phone and called Max, Daphne's boyfriend. He worked at the police department. "Hey, Max? Yeah it's Sabrina…I was wondering if you could do me a favour…? Oh good, thanks! I was wondering if you could find someone to do research on someone. I'm doing an article…yeah I'll send you an email…thanks!"

She smiled triumphantly and began writing an email to Max.

"BACKGROUND CHECK, INCLUDING PHOTOS.

Needed on Robin Goodfellow, Florist, Seattle. Son, Drake Goodfellow.

Return confidentially. Don't tell Daphne."

As a reporter, she had a lot of connections and she knew how to snoop around undetected. But with Sleepless, she needed a little help. Sabrina knew that Max wouldn't dare tell Daphne, he was a good guy like that.


"Hey Dad…"

"How do I look? Do I look okay? Do I look alright?" asked Puck, hurriedly. He was going on his date with Elizabeth tonight and he wanted to make a good impression. He wore his best shirt, best pants, best jacket and his best shoes. Actually, his second-best shoes because he accidentally stepped in dog poo on his first-best ones.

"Très beau, monsieur!" smiled Camille, Drake's babysitter. She was Holden's French step-daughter. After a bit of talking, Holden convinced him that she was very qualified.

Puck looked at her with a puzzled expression. Drake sighed as he looked over their email, "It means 'Very handsome, sir'. Dad look at this email…"

"Email? What email? God, I look stupid. I look old!" groaned Puck, ruffling his hair then smoothing it back down.

"I made an email account for Sleepless in Seattle," stated Drake, "And look, there's this really good one. Her name is Sarah!"

"Monsieur, you do not look old. Now go, you will be late to your date!"

"You made an email account?" exclaimed Puck, ignoring Camille.

"Yeah, I figured it'll be easier than letters"

Puck was caught between scolding his son and worrying about how dark his jacket looked. He chose the latter. "Look, this jacket is too dark. Does it look like I'm still in mourning? Do I look sad?"

"Dad, you look fine! Now, look at this letter-"

"Drake," said Puck slowly, breathing deeply. "I really appreciate you helping me with the letters and everything but I have a date tonight"

Drake rolled his eyes and turned around on the swivel chair, "Dad. I know you have a date. You've been talking to yourself about it all day!"

Puck ignored his comment. "Okay, I'll be back by midnight or by 8:30, if disaster strikes. Now, Camille, Drake, you know the drill. The number of the doctor is on the fridge. We have medical supplies in the cabinet next to plates. Here's the bottle of medicine if someone drinks poison. We have the gas masks in the basement if something happens. Call Uncle Mustard if something happens that's beyond weird. His number is on the fridge too-"

"It's been a long time since you have dated, no?" laughed Camille

Puck frowned at her, "If someone gets hurt, if the house is on fire, if aliens attack, CALL ME. Okay? Okay, that's good, okay…"

"Dad, chillax" sighed Drake

Puck kissed him on the forehead, "Don't chillax me, mister. Okay, goodnight, goodbye, love you!"

He walked out of the front door. Drake looked at Camille then looked at his dad's wallet and phone sitting on the kitchen bench. "He's coming back" he sighed.

"Okay! Okay, I forgot my phone and my wallet," Puck laughed half-heartedly, "Minor setback. Okay? Everyone's good, they're fine. Okay! Goodbye!"

/

"You know…I thought you would never call me" smiled Elizabeth, playing with the edge of the napkin on her side of the table. They agreed to have dinner at an Italian restaurant.

Puck laughed, "I have no idea why you would think that!"

"I…I really wanted you to," she grinned, "But I thought you never would so…"

"No! No, I was just busy. With Drake and all" sighed Puck. He felt her foot brushing against his leg and he stopped himself from jumping and running out of there.

At first, she seemed nice enough, like she had changed from when he last saw her. But as she got more comfortable, she laughed like a hyena nearly every time he said something that she thought was funny, which was every time. She kept on looking at him in a seductive way and batting her eyelashes. He thought that she thought it was attractive. It wasn't.

He was saved from her for a while when he heard his phone ringing. He looked at the Caller ID and realised it was Drake. "I'll be right back I just have to take this phone call"

"Oh that's alright!" she laughed.

He looked back at her when he walked away and saw her applying one more layer of make-up. He shivered. Puck walked towards the front door and sat at an empty table. "Hello, Drake? Has something happened?"

"Dad, can we go to New York for Valentine's Day?"

Puck looked at his phone incredulously. "Wait, what?"

"Sarah Antelope wants to meet with us at the top of the Empire State Building!"

"Wait, wait, wait a minute. You called me in the middle of a date to ask me if we could go to New York on Valentine's Day!"

"Yeah, it's important"

"Drake, is the house on fire?"

"No"

"Are you bleeding? Has Camille fallen and broken her ankle?"

"No"

"Was anyone captured?"

"No…"

"Are you being attacked by aliens?"

"No…Dad, that's stupid"

Puck sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Drake, only call me when it's really really important. Okay? Not when you want me to meet with this random girl who COULD be an antelope for all I care!"

"But if we book now, we can get cheap tickets from Kelly's parents!"

"Drake…"

"But Kelly's parents are travel agents and-"

"Drake," said Puck sternly. He looked over at Elizabeth who gave him a wink and a small wave. "Drake, we'll talk about it later. Okay?"

"But-"

"No, no buts. You go to bed. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Fine"

Puck ended the call then walked over to Elizabeth who was grinning at him, "So, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine"

"That's good"

They sat in silence while the food came and Puck noticed that she ate her spaghetti noisily. He cleared his throat, "Hey, um…do you have kids?"

"No, no I don't" she replied, wiping her mouth with a napkin

"You want mine?"

Elizabeth laughed at this; her laugh was a high-pitched laugh, resembling a hyena. Now, he wasn't very shallow but even the way she laughed was unattractive. While her eyes were closed, he risked an annoyed sigh and out of the corner of his eye he saw a camera flash. He flicked his eyes over to where the flash was and he saw a man wearing a hat and a trench-coat, eating alone.

/

The next day, he had arranged for Elizabeth to meet him and Drake at the supermarket. He had invited her over to his house and she volunteered to cook dinner for them. Drake was playing with the fruit and trying to juggle and Puck was anxiously looking for Elizabeth

"Hey-hey-hey! Put that down before you drop it," he finally spotted Elizabeth coming at them with a cart, "There she is!"

Drake put away the fruit and frowned at the beaming Elizabeth. She came over and hugged Puck, giving him a kiss on the cheek. She smiled at Drake, "Hi! I'm Elizabeth. Robin has told me so much about you!"

"You eat a lot" said Drake, eyeing the full cart of food.

Elizabeth laughed and Puck groaned silently behind her, "No, silly! I'm cooking for you tonight! Didn't Daddy tell you?"

Drake gaped at Puck, "DAD!"

"Yes?" asked Puck innocently

Drake pulled his dad to the side and made him bend down, "You didn't tell me she was coming over!"

Puck sighed, "She's gonna cook something for us. Be nice"

Drake stuck his tongue out and proceeded to frown at Elizabeth. Puck ignored the death glare and smiled at Elizabeth, "Our car's down this way…where's yours?"

Once they arrived at the car park, Elizabeth laughed when they realised they had parked next to each other. "And I've never ever seen your car before!"

They helped put the food in her car then they exited the car park. Elizabeth was in her own car and Drake found the opportunity to talk to Puck about it. "You know, she probably spent an hour trying to find your car. Maybe she looked it up or something"

"Drake please," said Puck, sighing against the steering wheel. "I like Elizabeth. Please be nice, for me"

Drake scoffed, "No, you don't Dad. I can tell. I'm like Mommy. I can always tell when you're lying"

Puck stiffened at the mention of Sabrina, "One other thing, don't talk about Mommy in front of Elizabeth"

"She's not as pretty as Mommy. And she laughs weird"

After that comment, Puck stayed silent and Drake decided not to talk anymore. They stayed silent for the rest of the drive and put on fake smiles when they arrived at the house (well, Puck did). They helped her load the food out of the car and Drake ran inside his room to listen to the Beatles CD Kelly gave him.

Puck had the plastic smile on his face and tried acting normal while Elizabeth chatted on and he helped her cook. He was never good at cooking, Sabrina did everything back then. When they finished cooking, Puck called Drake down and they ate the dinner, it was rather delicious.

"Eliza, can get annoying sometimes" smiled Puck

Elizabeth giggled, "Really? How?"

"Like this one time when we painted the shop red and white, but she wanted it all to be pink. Just pink. She threw the biggest tantrum I've ever seen!"

"I know her well. I could talk to her or something…"

"No! Its okay, I have a solution. I'll just paint her pink-"

He was cut off when Elizabeth started laughing again.

/

"Thank Elizabeth for the lovely dinner" said Puck, kissing his son goodnight.

"Thanks Elizabeth" sighed Drake, waving them goodnight. He walked up the stairs.

"Goodnight Drake!" said Elizabeth. She stood in front of the stairs to make sure he was gone then looked seductively at Puck, who froze. She started walking up to him but Puck laughed all of a sudden.

"You wanna see the deck? It's a great view of the lake"

"Oh sure!" laughed Elizabeth.

It was around nine o'clock at night. While Puck was engaged in a conversation with Elizabeth his son tip-toed down from his room and hid behind the couch, careful not to be seen. Drake peeked over the top of the couch and saw Elizabeth holding his dad's hand. She was laughing again and Puck was just laughing half-heartedly.

When he saw them kiss, Drake gagged and grabbed the wireless phone, calling Dr. Colette Berkley.


Hey! Seventh chapter! How am I going?

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