Disclaimer- You know I don't own the show. But man, it's fun to play with them.

A/N- I hope everyone is enjoying this one. Please read and review, I love hearing what you guys think.

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When Sarah couldn't stand another 'stimulating' moment of daytime TV, she dialed her apartment.

"Matthews residence, may I help you?" Wren answered.

"I'm going crazy here, come over?" Sarah mock whined.

"Why, so I can join you?" Wren laughed.

"Nah, so you can show me the way. You got there way ahead of me." Sarah fired back. "Seriously, daytime TV sucks and Garret went to work."

"I'll be there soon. You want anything?" Wren asked.

"Something to read. There should be some medical journals on my desk and a book by my bed." Sarah said.

"Knowing you, the book is some dry as toast medical report." Wren teased.

"Actually it's the Kinsey report, I thought I'd start slow and work my way up to The Joy Of Sex." Sarah laughed. "No, it's a book on clinical research and the AIDS epidemic."

"Sass, take a break from being the brain. Read a trashy romance."

"I'd rather read a cereal box." Sarah said.

"Okay, brainiac. I'll be there in a bit." Wren hung up.

Sarah dozed off waiting for Wren to arrive; when she woke the blonde was sitting in a chair reading.

"Told anymore deep, dark secrets on me, Wren?" Sarah asked referring to her friend spilling the beans on her shady past as a beauty queen.

"Sass!" Wren leapt up and took Sarah's hand. "I'd hug you, but everything looks painful."

"I consider myself hugged. Let me look at you." Sarah released her friend's hand and Wren twirled around.

"Lord child, have you grown again?" Sarah drawled in a perfect imitation of the bird like little woman, who'd taught the deportment classes they'd both been forced to endure as teenagers.

"No Miss Beaumont, I'm just wearing heels." Wren answered grinning.

"Well child, I suggest you slouch and wear heavy hats to stunt your growth. How can you be a delicate flowah of the South, if you're the size of a tree?" Sarah drawled. "Now let's see you sashay across the floor and remember, this is a dance floorah not a riding paddock."

The two women laughed as tears rolled down their cheeks, Sarah holding her ribs and trying not to move too much.

"I see the heavy hats didn't work." Sarah gasped trying to catch her breath.

"Well I guess you'll just have to do the delicate flower bit for both of us." Wren said wiping her eyes.

"If you give me about three inches of yours, maybe people wouldn't take me for twelve." Sarah finally caught her breath and dried her eyes. "Okay, let me have it for letting my guard down about Harrison." Her face fell a little as she tried to joke.

"Honey, you had every reason to think you were safe and I won't 'let you have it'." Wren took her hand. "Harrison on the other hand, I'd like to introduce to Daddy's knife collection. I think there are a few people up here who'd help, starting with Garret. Those are definitely bedroom eyes that man has." Wren said to lighten the mood.

"Don't I know it." Sarah grinned.

"Sarah Anne Hamilton, you are glowing. That man really has got you hooked doesn't he?" Wren felt like dancing. Sarah deserved to be madly deeply in love and it looked like she was.

"Wren, I can't explain it. He says my name and my toes curl and when he kisses me, it takes my breath away. I can't imagine not being with him, I want to spend the rest of my life waking up to that smile." Sarah was nearly gushing.

"I've never seen you this happy, Sarah. You're gushing! You really are head over heels, aren't you?"

Sarah nodded then looked at Wren archly. "Have you met everyone?"

You mean have I met Nigel. Oh God, Sass, he's so.. I just.. He's perfect, but you knew he'd really send me, didn't you." Wren blushed. "He's so tall and slim and those eyes. It's like you can look right into him and he's so charming, in a goofy way. And so intelligent, I could talk to him for hours."

"Now who's gushing?" Sarah laughed.

"I look into his eyes and he gets all cute and flustered. I just can't stop looking though, they're just so open and beautiful." Wren smiled like the Mona Lisa. "I think he's the one, Sarah."

"Wren, you're blushing and smiling like the cat that ate the canary. You never blush over men." Sarah teased. "Has he asked you out yet?"

"I've been here five days and only left this room to sleep. There hasn't been time to do anything but worry about you, give me a break." Wren laughed.

"Give me the phone, I'll fix this real quick." Sarah insisted. "You need a break and Nigel knows the best dance clubs."

"Did I hear my name being tossed about?" Nigel entered the room with a bouquet of flowers. "I hope you like these, ducks. I called eighteen florists before I found one that had jasmine. I remembered you said that they were the thing you missed most about the south." Nigel put the vase on the bedside table and kissed Sarah on the cheek. "You look significantly better than yesterday, luv."

"Well, conscious beats unconscious any day. My strength is the strength of ten for my heart is pure. Pure what, I'm not sure I want to know, darlin'." Sarah laughed.

"That's our girl. Keep your chin up, sweetheart." Nigel laughed with her. "Now what exactly do you think I'm going to do with you on a dance floor?"

"Not me. Wren." Sarah turned on the Southern belle charm. "She's looking a bit worn and I thought you could show her some Boston nightlife."

"I'd be delighted, if you'd care to Miss Morgan?" Nigel looked at Wren and was suddenly tongue-tied. "I.. ah That is we could go to, uhm …." Nigel stammered.

"I'd love to, Nigel and please call me Wren or I may cry." Wren smiled with what Sarah referred to as her 'Belle on stun' charm.

"Well, we can't have that now, can we. I'd never forgive myself, Wren." Nigel managed to find his own British charm and speak to Wren without blushing.

"Why don't you two go have lunch, I think I'll take a nap." Sarah smiled.

"Are you sure, sweetie?" Wren asked.

"Positive, now shoo." She motioned them out the door.

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A/N- Hope you guys are having fun with this, I certainly am. Sarah and Wren are a joy to write.