COLLIDE

Sandle fic. Only four more chapters of this to come. All other stories are on hold, besides Rollercoaster's- until this is finished. Enjoy!

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You and I Collide

A loud 'thump' echoed through Greg and Sara's apartment stirring Dakota from his spot on the couch.

"What was that for?" Greg whined, untangling himself from a pile of sheets and pulling himself back up onto the bed.

The much larger puppy jumped onto the foot of the bed unsettling Romeo from the corner of the bed the small cat was occupying. Juliet hissed and smacked the top of Greg's head as he lay back down.

"You beast…" he mumbled sleepily, pulling the blankets up to his chin. "So, do tell me why you shoved me off the bed?"

She leaned against his chest. A week had passed since she'd been released, after four days of monitoring they'd finally let her go, saying the trauma sustained during the fall hadn't caused any problems with the babies. "Well," Sara started. "I tried yelling at you, poking you, tickling at you and hitting you with a pillow and none of it worked. You're daughters are hungry and you were out like a rock."

He laughed, his head falling back into his fluffy down pillow. "What does my queen desire?" He braced himself for whatever odd craving had taken over her mind this time.

"Beef and wild rice soup and orange juice, my slave." She teased him, not finding her desired food craving even the slightest bit odd.

His jaw dropped. "You? Beef? I'm not even sure what that is, let alone if we actually have it." He climbed out of bed, Dakota trailing at his heels as he headed toward the kitchen.

Digging through the cabinets he discovered two things. One: They were out of pickles. And two: Greg was pretty sure beef and wild rice soup had never been in this house and would require a trip to the store if he planned on getting anymore sleep for the rest of the night. "I'll be back in a few minutes, Sara!" he called, grabbing a jacket, slipping on a pair of old Converse shoes and walking out the front door.

Greg walked down to the small store at the end of the block, managed to locate the soup Sara would bite his head off for not returning with, a carton of orange juice, pickles, and a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. He cringed, mentally picturing that combination. He added milk and bread as an afterthought before paying and heading back home.

"One cup of Beef and wild rice soup." He said, delivering the bowl and a cup of juice to her on a tray. "For you, M'lady." He over-dramatically bowed, taking a seat beside her.

After watching her inhale the bowl of soup, Greg sat dumbfounded beside her, still trying to figure out what had possessed her to drop her vegetarianism, and more so, why she'd actually gone through with the craving. "You… just… ate… meat."

"Why is this so amazing?"

He tilted his head to the side. "Ugh, could it be that you've been a vegetarian for six years?"

She seemed to ponder that thought for a moment. "Oh, yeah. Ah, oh, well." And swallowed the last sip of orange juice.

Greg laughed, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. "Still up for house hunting today?"

She nodded and climbed out of bed to change.

"This is the last one?" Sara asked, looking over the list of possibilities on the paper in her hands. "We've already ruled out six places."

Greg nodded as he pulled the Tahoe into the driveway of the house.

It was a beautiful two-story house, complete with a landscaped yard and six foot porch in front of the house.

They headed inside walking into a large entryway which turned abruptly into a fully-furnished kitchen. A large island sat in the middle of the room. In one end of the room was a large table and to the other side were several modernized appliances. On the other side of the entryway was a large family room, a fireplace was adjacent to them as they walked in. Two sofa's a few chairs were also in the room which allowed plenty of space for Greg's entertainment system. As they proceeded further into the house they also found a small study, a spare dining room, laundry room, and two half-baths.

A double staircase led up to the next floor and let them into a dimly lit hallway. There were several doors leading out of the hallway. One, on the opposite end of the hallway was the master bedroom, complete with a large bathroom and led into an empty room which was currently being used for exercise equipment which they presumed hovered over the 3 car garage. Another door was a small bedroom; they also discovered a linen closet and what appeared to currently be a playroom. The two remaining doors shared an adjoining bathroom and walk-in closets and were both fairly large bedrooms.

"Whoa, this place is huge." Greg said, following behind Sara, being especially careful on the stairs.

Sara nodded her agreement. "Yeah, it's perfect."

A voice form behind them caused them both to jump as they looked over the adjoining rooms which would be perfect for the twins. "Are you interested?" It was the broker of the house.

Greg nodded. "We think so."

"Well," the man said, handing them a business card which identified him as Matthew Langan before continuing. "If you put an offer down on the house it's yours. The owners need to leave ASAP."

"Really?"

Mr. Langan nodded. "Yeah. Family Emergency out of state. In a hurry to move. You interested?"

Sara shrugged. "Let us look around a bit more first."

He nodded and backed off as they continued their tour of the house.

Once they finished admiring the spectacular house and after a brief conversation Greg turned to face Mr. Langan. "We'd like to make an offer."

He nodded, and quickly started digging around his briefcase to begin the paperwork.

"I cannot believe that we just bought a house!" Sara smiled as Greg drove them toward the local Home Depot.

Greg was equally amazed that they'd gotten the house that fast as well. "I'll get Nick and Warrick and maybe Archie to help drag out stuff over. Catherine, I'm sure, will drag you off to start decorating."

She groaned in mock dread as he parked the car. "A very good reason for us to do some of that now." They climbed out of the car and headed into the store and to the paint section.

"I'm assuming pink is out of the question, right?" Greg asked, looking over the swatches of paint.

"Definitely." She nodded.

"Purple?" he suggested, holding up a more neon tropical punch looking color.

"Greg." She stated, taking the paper form him. "THAT is not purple. THAT is a leading cause of blindness."

He smiled, flipping through some more samples. "How about this?" he held up a light amethyst lavender-ish color. "Then we can use this in the adjoining bathroom." He handed her a lilac color for that.

"That's work. Pretty colors, too."she agreed, flipping through some other colors for other rooms. "We can use this for the family room." She pulled out a sample of a cappuccino colored paint.

He nodded. "I can see that. Our room has to be blue. I refuse to sleep in a grey, brown, black or white bedroom. And just about anything else won't look very good." He reached for a slightly dark shade of blue. "Like this."

"Alright. I can handle that." She said, adding that to the small pile of samples they'd need to get paint for. "I think that's enough for now."

Twenty minutes later they found themselves at Babies R' Us, planning on picking up a few things while they were out. A few things turned out to be two cribs, two high chairs, a playpen, and quite a few clothes and stuffed animals. After three hours they finally stopped and managed to jam it all into the back of the Tahoe.

"Well, we had a pretty successful day. " Sara said as Greg drove them home. "We bought a house, paint and lots of things we've needed to get. We can scratch quite a few things off our 'things-to-do list." She smiled, admiring one of the teddy bears.

Greg nodded his agreement. "Oh, yeah. Now all we have left to do is move, figure out names, paint, get all this stuff arranged in the house, actually get to hold them, and get married. We're definitely making progress."

"Well when you put it like that…"

"Amazingly, that wasn't sarcasm. You should have heard my list this morning.. We cut it in half today."

She laughed as they stopped at a red light. "This is going to be a long three months."

He smiled. "But it will be well worth it."

Okay… that chapter took forever to type. Amazingly I have the rest of this story planned out! That is a first. Usually I just make stuff up as I go along. But, not this time! I know what's going to happen and when! Whoot! There will be four more chapters of this fic. I'm putting everything besides Rollercoaster's on hold until this is finished since this is the only thing I actually have worked out in my head. So, review and inspire me to write faster!