DISCLAIMER:  I'm proud to announce that I do not own the characters from 7th Heaven, nor will I be profiting from their use in this original work of fiction that I have written.

This story was inspired by the events of the episode "Gabrielle Come Blow Your Horn", and will contain some mature themes.  However, they will be presented very immaturely, because I'm really just a twelve-year-old at heart.  Readers, proceed at your own risk.

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Gabrielle awakened from her wine-induced slumber knowing that she had just had the dream again.  She had dreamed it at least once a week, ever since that fateful day she had spent trying to help the uptight Camden family.  In the dream, she made passionate love to Reverend Eric Camden, riding him like a stallion, riding, riding, about to reach her climax, when…

She woke up, unfulfilled, every time.  This, of course, was a sign that she had not finished her job.  Sure, she had shaken things up a bit, served the family some spaghetti with wine sauce, and shared a cigar with the Reverend.  But she had failed to lead them onto the true path to enlightenment and, after all, hadn't that been her job?  No wonder she kept having the dream.

Fortunately, the problem would be an easy one to fix, and it wouldn't take much time at all.  For, every time she had failed to accomplish her mission on the first try in the past, she had succeeded on the second try by serving people her wonderful, magic brownies.

Newly inspired, Gabrielle rose from bed with excitement and readied herself for the day.  Foregoing a shower, change of clothing, or application of deodorant, she simply gathered her special ingredients into her giant handbag, grabbed the day's bottle of red wine and loaded it into the bag as well, then headed out the door to catch a bus to the Camdens' house.

When she reached the Camdens' front door, she playfully rang their doorbell and then hid behind the doorway.  Annie Camden opened the door and, seeing no one, hollered in a perturbed voice, "Hello?"  Annoyed by the lack of response, she hurriedly began to close the door.

At that moment, Gabrielle jumped in front of her and shouted "WAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

"Oh my goodness!" a startled Annie shouted as she clutched her racing heart.  "What on earth are you doing you…crazy, lunatic woman?!  If you didn't have that cast on your arm, I would slap you!"

"Oh, slap me anyway, honey.  It's early in the morning.  I could use the refreshing sting!" Gabrielle teased.

"Why are you here…again?!" queried Annie, more than a bit disquieted at the reappearance of such a forceful disturbance.  This, after all, was the woman who had somehow convinced her husband, Eric Camden, not to care about being a Reverend anymore.  Annie was somehow certain of Gabrielle's influence in that matter, even though she was unable to prove it.

In answer to Annie's question, Gabrielle responded, "Honey, I'm back because the first time around, I didn't finish the job I was sent here to do."

"Well, quite frankly, I'm glad you didn't finish that job," Annie retorted.  "If you had, then I don't know if Eric or the rest of us would be living here anymore.  Would that have made you happy, you…old hag, you?"

Gabrielle winced.

"I'm sorry.  That was a bit harsh," Annie reproved herself.  "But I still think you should leave.  I don't want you to do any more damage to this household."

Gabrielle shook her head back and forth.  "I'm not here to do damage, sweetheart.  I'm here to repair."

"Repair what, exactly?" Annie asked skeptically.

"To repair everything that has been damaged over the last several years," Gabrielle answered vaguely.

"Oh great, well there are a number of cracks in the plaster on the basement walls, so why don't I just grab the spackle for you," Annie volunteered sarcastically.

"Not those kinds of repairs, dear.  I'm talking about the kinds of emotional repairs that no one here has been able to make.  If you can't admit the problems in the first place, then how can you fix them?"

Annie bristled.  "Listen, lady, I don't know where you've gotten all this psychological mumbo-jumbo from, but it's not welcome here.  We're doing quite well handling our own problems, thank you very much.  Now I'm going to tell you one more time.  Leave!"

"Can't do it.  You know who sent me."

Annie slowly lowered her head, sighed heavily, closed her eyes and nodded.  "The Colonel."

"Yup.  Do you really want me to call and tell him that you turned me away?  If I do, you know he'll hop on the next flight out here to fix your problems his way."

"God, no!" Annie blurted before she could catch herself.  Then, resignedly, "Please, won't you come in?"

"Oh, thank you dear.  I thought you'd never ask," Gabrielle said patronizingly.

She headed straight for the kitchen to get right down to business.  Annie followed her closely, offering to help.

"Actually, dear," said Gabrielle, "it would be most helpful to me if you would just go upstairs and let me be while I do my work down here.  Okay?"

"Forgive me, Miss…what was your name again?"

"Gabrielle."

"Right.  Forgive me, Gabrielle, but I'm not sure I trust you enough to leave you by yourself downstairs."

"Oh, alright then.  Why don't you send the dog down to watch me?  Or maybe those cute little twins of yours?"

"I've got a better idea," said Annie, doing her best to cloak her smoldering temper.  "Why don't I ask Kevin Kinkirk, Lucy's fiancé, the cop, to come down here from the garage apartment and keep an eye on you."

"No way, José!" Gabrielle protested.  "No cops, fiancés, girlfriends or boyfriends of the Camdens are allowed in this kitchen while I'm working today."

Annie caved in with frustration.  "Fine.  I give up.  I will go upstairs and leave you alone, but before I go, I want to know exactly what you will be doing down here and how long it will take you."

"Simple, dear!  I'll be baking brownies.  It should take me less than an hour."

Annie's eyes bugged out.  "I'm sorry, did you say, 'baking brownies'?"

"Why, yes, I believe I did."

"Then, why, exactly, could you not have baked them in your own apartment or cave or dungeon or wherever it is that you call home?  I mean, do you not own a stove?"

Gabrielle put her good hand on her hip and said, "Huh!  Funny.  I wonder why I never even thought about that.  Well, I guess I could have done this at my own place.  Oh, but then I would have missed out on the pleasure of your company, hon!"

Annie threw her hands in the air in exasperation and shouted, "Fine!  Bake your stupid brownies!  I'm going upstairs to pray for the serenity not to come downstairs and strangle you while you work!"

"Calm down, honey, everything's going to turn out juuust fine," Gabrielle soothingly murmured after Annie as she stormed up the kitchen stairs.  Then, to herself, "Gabrielle's got a biiig surprise in store for the Camdens today!"