A/N: Oh goodness…I have to thank all of you who I guess took me seriously and reviewed me. You have no idea how good that made me feel. I thank you all a thousand times. And as always I give thanks to Holly. And I will remain true to my word.

I have a few words that go before this chapter. Some of you might recognize another fandom lurking. Please, do not take this for anything. I do not want to discourage or encourage people to read it based on the minor role that they are playing.

That being said, I have to make note of Zangy. Anyone reading Harbingers of Beatrice will encounter one Zangy and I want to warn that this is not the same guy. This happens to be the original Zangy that me and a friend "created" in a fic that we will probably never post online and the Zangy that Holly4 has used is a hybrid that she designed.

All right…now that I went on forever and a half, I will simply say that I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Six

Donna lay upon the floor in a daze as she heard the pounding going on above her. She knew that whoever was knocking on the door wasn't going anywhere, but she couldn't muster the strength to pull herself up off the ground.

"C'mon there!" An irate Cockney voice boomed through the barrier. "I know you're in there. Jus' get up an' open the soddin' door!"

"Leave her alone," a substantially more feminine voice replied. "She has a very demanding job and she may have had to work late last night. Or she may have already left this morning. Why don't we go find you two a room and try again later?"

"She's in there." Donna was perplexed. That was a third voice, again male. How many more people were waiting on the other side? She decided that she would just have to venture and find out.  She slowly dragged herself off the ground and unlocked the door. She didn't know why she took a jump back when she saw the three faces staring back at her.

"Hi," she said shyly. "Sorry about that."

"Hi," the woman provided. "If now's a bad time…"

Dawn! Oh. My. God. "No," she said quickly. "I…I…ummm…" She gestured them in. Donna was too afraid to see what happened to the appearance of the place once she was liquored up.

"Had a little fun last night?" the blonde headed British man remarked with a smirk as his eyes trailed over the empty bottles.

"Looks like it," another blonde, but American man added.

"I'm so sorry." Dawn's sincerity was heartfelt. "They won't be here long. Just until the movers get everything up." She then proceeded to gesture the men away from their wanderings. "This is my brother-in-law… Will."

"Nice to meetcha," The peroxide Cockney said sticking out his hand.

As they shook Dawn continued. "And this is our friend, Zack."

"I would call Zangy more like a member of the family." Will's eyes glimmered.

"Whatever," Dawn said with an eye roll. She then turned her attention to Donna. "Just ignore them. It's hard. A talent their wives are in the process of perfecting."

Donna looked again. They were both gorgeous specimens of the male species with smiles to light up the room. And there was something intriguing about their eyes. They would be married.

"Again…" All Donna could think about was the bed awaiting her in the other room. That I had sex in last night with…no. "I'm so sorry about the mess."

"I'm pretty sure that cleaning it up won't be quite as fun as making it," Zack said picking up a discarded brassier.

"Never is," Will said as reached over to the coffee table to pick up a silk pair of underwear.

"I assure that this won't happen again," Donna was past flabbergasted; she was pissed as she lunged toward the men and grabbed the garments in question. "I…I had a bad night." As the hot tears began to form behind her eyes, she simply prayed that they wouldn't continue on.

The men were astute enough to notice the change. "Yeah," the Cockney said as he reached inside his duster and pulled out a pack of Marlboros. "Jus' make sure the Bit does her homework and you girls can have whatever fun you want on the side."

"Well…" Zack continued as he snatched the cigarettes from his companion's grasp. "Not any fun, but I think that we can trust Dawnie here to use her best judgment if she doesn't want any surprise visits from a couple of guys and an irate sister." He looked at Donna. "Do you have guys over often?"

"No," she nearly groaned. Talk about bad luck. "This won't happen again. I don't have a boyfriend either."

She regretted the words as soon as they were spoken. Will couldn't resist the urge. "Then was he ju—"

Dawn cut off her friends before they could speak. "Why don't you two go outside and smoke those? And while you're at it, could you see if the moving truck is here yet?"

The boys took their leave. Dawn averted her eyes as Donna tried her best to pick up an armload of debris and discarded clothing. "I promise they're more talk then anything. Zack and Will just like to give a hard time. They usually know better."

The blonde woman blushed as she quickly continued the impromptu cleanup. "It's fine. I'm…I don't know how long you were standing out there. They deserved to say what they did. I just hope…I hope that they don't give too much trouble about your bad roommate."

"Nah," Dawn said with a flip of her hand as she quickly overcame her own tentativeness. "They can tell that you're a good woman. They have a sense about these kind of things."

Donna sheepishly smiled as she tossed everything into her room and shut the door. "Do you want to see your room?"

Dawn was quickly given the tour while Donna was quickly given the opportunity to go to the bathroom and freshen up. The majority of the morning was spent getting boxes unloaded off the truck while trying to situate room throughout the space to accommodate for all of Dawn's belongings. It didn't take long for the movers to get things done and leave it to Will and Zack to assist in the assembly of bed and various other furniture.

Around two o'clock, the phone rang. The girls were pinned in Dawn's room by her dresser. "Zangy?" Donna tentatively called, adopting the nickname after Will's adamant insistence. "Can you grab that?"

"Hello?" Zack said into the phone.

"Umm…is Donna there?"

"Depends on who's asking?" was his cheeky reply.

"This is Josh."

"Josh who?"

"Who are you?" Josh's head was throbbing and he was just hoping he dialed the right number

"Hold on." Zack sensed that this may be the certain hung-over gentleman from the night before and decided to be mean as he didn't even bother to pull his head away before yelling into the other room. "Donna! Are you here or not? There's a Josh Who Are You on the phone!"

"Yes!" Donna shouted as she began to scamper over the furniture.

"Is he Mr. Happy—"

"Zangy!" She screamed as she worked her way through ever faster. 

"'f she moves like that every time this Josh's in question, I can see why he'd liquor her up." 

"Stop it!" Dawn snapped as she tried to assist her female ally.

Out of breath, Donna finally managed to get to the phone. "Josh?"

"What the hell is going on over there?" He didn't mean for it to come out as gruff or possessive as it had.

She ignored the tone. "Dawn is here. That's her brother-in-law or something to that effect. Did you make it home okay?"

"Yeah," he said slowly. "About last night—"

"Josh." She wasn't prepared to do this right now. "Can we…can we talk about it later?"

"Kay. Sam is picking me up tonight, so you just wanna drive my car to work Monday? I shouldn't need it before then."

"Perfect." She hoped she could gain enough courage to face him by then.  

*~*~*

By six, the girls were able to finally be alone. Zack and Will had everything intact and in place and there was nothing left but to fill the drawers and arrange the closet. Donna was exhausted, but felt it rude to go hole herself up on the first night of the arrangement.

"Are you hungry?" Dawn asked as she hopped down in a chair as she watched Donna lay upon the sofa. "You don't look like you want to get out. Chinese maybe? I saw this place—"

"No." Chinese food and beer were two things that she didn't want to think about.

"True," The brunette woman said with a nod. "It did look like you had that last night. Well…how about pizza? Can never go wrong with a pizza."

Donna turned her aching head to face her. When Dawn saw the expression she amended. "Maybe you can. There are some that don't like pizza." She was getting nervous. "Did you know that pizza wasn't really founded in Italy but actually the United States? It was founded by Italian immigrants who simply took—"

"Dawn," the other woman interrupted as she sat up and headed to the kitchen to find some painkillers. "Do you always talk like Sam?"

"Who's…who's Sam?" Her face was turning crimson.

"Just a friend of mine that you will undoubtedly meet and get along with. Just…just order what you want. There are menus on the fridge and I keep some cash in the drawer there. Since I'm being a horrible roommate and host, at least let me pay for your first night's dinner."

"It's okay. You're probably pretty tired, right?"

Donna overcame the urge to reply with, "No shit," and simply nodded. 

"I'll tell ya what?" Dawn replied in her bubbly voice that was just about too much for an unbubbly body to take. "I'll order a pizza and you just go take a shower. You can eat some if you want or you can go on to bed. Deal?"

"Great," Donna liked this plan a lot and let her smile show it.

As she walked on to the bathroom, Dawn called out once more, "And umm...Donna?" She turned to face the inquiring girl. "Was Sam the guy…from last night?"

Donna snorted and quickly apologized, understanding how the interpretation could occur. "No, but you'll probably meet him too."

*~*~*

"You're looking a little rough there," Sam replied when Josh opened the door.

"Thanks," he grumbled as he grabbed his coat and keys. "May I add how dashing you look yourself, Congressman."

"Just looks like…did you drink some more?" He had heard about his time with the bottle on Thursday night.

"Yeah," Josh admitted. "I went over to Donna's place after work and we had Chinese and drank beer."

"Damn," Sam said whistling threw his teeth. "That had to be quite a bit."

Josh's cheeks flushed. "Well then there was the tequila."

"Sounds like an exciting story is on the hinges." 

Josh cocked a brow as they headed toward the car. "To be honest, it isn't anything that you haven't told me for years."

Sam cracked a grin as he unlocked the doors. "What can I say; I knew the day would come."

"And come it did," Josh muttered as he crawled inside.