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Rated: PG-13.
Chapter 2: Serena the Shrew
Darien sighed as Serena continued to rail at him. He didn't know what was wrong with her. She'd been acting moody all day, all week truth to be told. He had put up with her temper; she was a superhero after all, it was bound to cause some stress. He had been sure that she would feel so much more relaxed once she got to Greece and everything would be back to normal between them. But this was turning out to be the vacation from Hell and it had just started.
"I don't see why you were in such a hurry to get here," Serena continued, "it's not like we can go anywhere with all this rain. We'll just be cooped up in here. At least back home it was sunny."
Darien tried not to wince. Did she have to sound so upset? He remembered when they loved to be alone, when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. After all, that time had only been a couple of weeks ago. But now the prospect of being cooped up with him had her shrieking in the middle of a crowded lobby. He had humored her enough, there was only so much a man could take. "It wouldn't have been raining if we had made our flight and gotten here earlier, but somebody wouldn't get out of bed in time."
Serena scowled at him. "You could have left without me, you know. It's not like I'm the one who wanted to come here."
Darien shook his head. "Since when? When I first told you about this place you were jumping up and down. You were so happy," he recalled, "that you knocked us both over."
"Yeah well, that was then." She didn't mean it, Darien told himself. She was jetlagged and tired, probably hungry too. And wet from their mad dash from the taxi. He nodded, that was it. Surely it couldn't be that she didn't want to be with him.
"You'll be glad we came as soon as the weather clears up and we can see the sights." He wasn't sure which of them he was trying to convince. "And look around, this is a beautiful hotel. We'll check in, see our room, get dry, meet the others - they should be here by now, and go have dinner. How does that sound?"
"Fabulous," she blurted out with a grin. He started, surprised to see the old Serena back, but then her face went back to her now familiar shrewish expression. "That plane food was terrible. I hope they have something half way decent in this pile of bricks."
Darien forced himself to smile pleasantly. "We can always order in. Come on, we have to check in first." He grabbed their soaking bags and headed over to the front desk where Mary and Seamus were eyeing him and Serena. "I'm Darien Shields. We have a reservation."
"Of course," Mary responded, making small talk as she pulled his reservation onto the computer screen. She beamed when she saw they had the best suite in the hotel. Clearly they loved each other. Seamus had no idea what he was going on about.
Mary handed Darien two room keys for their suite when Serena cleared her throat and announced, "Actually we'll need two rooms."
"Will we, Serena?" Darien asked through gritted teeth.
"Of course, darling," she flashed him a brilliant smile before turning to the pair at the desk. She leaned over and added in a confidential tone, "He snores horribly. I can't get a moment's rest."
Seamus stifled a grin as Darien glared at the blonde. "That's a lie. It's a wonder I get any rest the way you thrash around and mumble in your sleep."
Seamus prepared himself to be entertained as the blonde opened her mouth to issue a retort when Mary hastily cut in with, "Actually we're full. This is tourist season, you know. Yours is the last room we have empty. We're booked solid during your entire stay."
Darien smiled at that. "That's alright. We'll manage." He picked up his bags and headed towards the elevator with Serena tailing after him.
As soon as they were out of earshot Seamus turned to his wife and shook his head. "We've never been booked solid. I can't believe you did that."
Mary frowned at her husband. "How are they going to work out their differences in separate rooms?"
Seamus narrowed his eyes. "We've had lots of couples ask for extra rooms. You didn't worry about them."
"That's true," Mary allowed. "But, they had the Aphrodite suite. I'll bet he's got something really romantic planned."
"All the more reason to put her in a separate room," Seamus argued. "Keep him from getting in over his head with that shrew. Mark my words: they're entirely wrong for each other."
Mary scoffed at that. She was a woman, wasn't she? She knew more about love than her thick-headed husband ever would. She had a feeling Serena and Darien loved each other more than anything, they just had to remember it. But there was a man, a boy really, about fifteen years of age who marked Seamus' words. He was the boy who was once the statue and he stood still on his dais befuddled as to what had called him to such a place. Yes, he was Cupid. And as he stood and listened to Darien and Serena argue he realized the purpose which must have summoned him. It was his job to set up Darien and Serena with their true loves so they could be happy, and so he could practice his matchmaking skills after hundreds of years of idleness.
Cupid glanced around to make sure no one was watching then stepped off the dais ready to plan his strategy. He had no doubt Serena and Darien didn't belong together. It was clear to him that Serena couldn't stand to be with Darien, and yet she was with him. Cupid shook his head at the folly of it. This was what happened when mortals thought they could choose their partners. It was a good thing he was back. He had a feeling Serena needed a lot of help. Darien would be an easy task though. Look at how patient he'd been with Serena, any woman would be lucky to have him. Cupid just had to find a nice even tempered one who realized what a catch Darien was. As for Serena, well there was no doubt she'd be a piece of work, but he had an idea for her. She reminded him of a spoiled princess, he would just have to find her a knight who would protect and treasure her the way she wanted. Cupid rubbed his hands together in glee. Things had been getting a little boring at Olympus with all the gods and their perfect ways. There was nothing like a pair of mortals to amuse.
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Rated: PG-13.
Chapter 2: Serena the Shrew
Darien sighed as Serena continued to rail at him. He didn't know what was wrong with her. She'd been acting moody all day, all week truth to be told. He had put up with her temper; she was a superhero after all, it was bound to cause some stress. He had been sure that she would feel so much more relaxed once she got to Greece and everything would be back to normal between them. But this was turning out to be the vacation from Hell and it had just started.
"I don't see why you were in such a hurry to get here," Serena continued, "it's not like we can go anywhere with all this rain. We'll just be cooped up in here. At least back home it was sunny."
Darien tried not to wince. Did she have to sound so upset? He remembered when they loved to be alone, when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. After all, that time had only been a couple of weeks ago. But now the prospect of being cooped up with him had her shrieking in the middle of a crowded lobby. He had humored her enough, there was only so much a man could take. "It wouldn't have been raining if we had made our flight and gotten here earlier, but somebody wouldn't get out of bed in time."
Serena scowled at him. "You could have left without me, you know. It's not like I'm the one who wanted to come here."
Darien shook his head. "Since when? When I first told you about this place you were jumping up and down. You were so happy," he recalled, "that you knocked us both over."
"Yeah well, that was then." She didn't mean it, Darien told himself. She was jetlagged and tired, probably hungry too. And wet from their mad dash from the taxi. He nodded, that was it. Surely it couldn't be that she didn't want to be with him.
"You'll be glad we came as soon as the weather clears up and we can see the sights." He wasn't sure which of them he was trying to convince. "And look around, this is a beautiful hotel. We'll check in, see our room, get dry, meet the others - they should be here by now, and go have dinner. How does that sound?"
"Fabulous," she blurted out with a grin. He started, surprised to see the old Serena back, but then her face went back to her now familiar shrewish expression. "That plane food was terrible. I hope they have something half way decent in this pile of bricks."
Darien forced himself to smile pleasantly. "We can always order in. Come on, we have to check in first." He grabbed their soaking bags and headed over to the front desk where Mary and Seamus were eyeing him and Serena. "I'm Darien Shields. We have a reservation."
"Of course," Mary responded, making small talk as she pulled his reservation onto the computer screen. She beamed when she saw they had the best suite in the hotel. Clearly they loved each other. Seamus had no idea what he was going on about.
Mary handed Darien two room keys for their suite when Serena cleared her throat and announced, "Actually we'll need two rooms."
"Will we, Serena?" Darien asked through gritted teeth.
"Of course, darling," she flashed him a brilliant smile before turning to the pair at the desk. She leaned over and added in a confidential tone, "He snores horribly. I can't get a moment's rest."
Seamus stifled a grin as Darien glared at the blonde. "That's a lie. It's a wonder I get any rest the way you thrash around and mumble in your sleep."
Seamus prepared himself to be entertained as the blonde opened her mouth to issue a retort when Mary hastily cut in with, "Actually we're full. This is tourist season, you know. Yours is the last room we have empty. We're booked solid during your entire stay."
Darien smiled at that. "That's alright. We'll manage." He picked up his bags and headed towards the elevator with Serena tailing after him.
As soon as they were out of earshot Seamus turned to his wife and shook his head. "We've never been booked solid. I can't believe you did that."
Mary frowned at her husband. "How are they going to work out their differences in separate rooms?"
Seamus narrowed his eyes. "We've had lots of couples ask for extra rooms. You didn't worry about them."
"That's true," Mary allowed. "But, they had the Aphrodite suite. I'll bet he's got something really romantic planned."
"All the more reason to put her in a separate room," Seamus argued. "Keep him from getting in over his head with that shrew. Mark my words: they're entirely wrong for each other."
Mary scoffed at that. She was a woman, wasn't she? She knew more about love than her thick-headed husband ever would. She had a feeling Serena and Darien loved each other more than anything, they just had to remember it. But there was a man, a boy really, about fifteen years of age who marked Seamus' words. He was the boy who was once the statue and he stood still on his dais befuddled as to what had called him to such a place. Yes, he was Cupid. And as he stood and listened to Darien and Serena argue he realized the purpose which must have summoned him. It was his job to set up Darien and Serena with their true loves so they could be happy, and so he could practice his matchmaking skills after hundreds of years of idleness.
Cupid glanced around to make sure no one was watching then stepped off the dais ready to plan his strategy. He had no doubt Serena and Darien didn't belong together. It was clear to him that Serena couldn't stand to be with Darien, and yet she was with him. Cupid shook his head at the folly of it. This was what happened when mortals thought they could choose their partners. It was a good thing he was back. He had a feeling Serena needed a lot of help. Darien would be an easy task though. Look at how patient he'd been with Serena, any woman would be lucky to have him. Cupid just had to find a nice even tempered one who realized what a catch Darien was. As for Serena, well there was no doubt she'd be a piece of work, but he had an idea for her. She reminded him of a spoiled princess, he would just have to find her a knight who would protect and treasure her the way she wanted. Cupid rubbed his hands together in glee. Things had been getting a little boring at Olympus with all the gods and their perfect ways. There was nothing like a pair of mortals to amuse.
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