Chapter 2: A Complete Disaster!

AN: I have no idea where the heck I'm going with this, so bear with me. I say that a lot in my fanfics. I think I'll have a series of disasters instead of just one. I'll try to include some romance between Anne and Gilbert, but I make no promises.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Anne of Green Gable series.

The storm went on overnight. Gilbert insisted to sleep on the couch instead of any of the guest rooms available. He was simply used to the couch by now, after spending hours lying on it that day before.

Anne was restless throughout the night. She couldn't help but think about Marilla and Mrs. Rachel Lynde being trapped in the storm. They probably can't get home just like Gilbert.

As soon as the sun rose, Anne flew down the stairs to check on Gilbert. She had worried that he would catch a chill during the night. She was right. She felt his forehead for a fever. Alas, a fever was present. (AN: Isn't that cool? I've been looking for a place to use "alas!") She tried in vain to wake Gilbert, but could not succeed in this task. He mumbled and groaned a few time, but would not fully wake up.

Again, just as the night before, Anne grew worried. She didn't know what to do. "I must somehow contact a doctor." she said to herself. She looked down at Gilbert. "What am I saying? Gilbert is a doctor!" this realization made her feel even worse. If she had been in his position, he would've known exactly what to do.

"Anne." said Gilbert. He had woken up as Anne was contemplating on what to do. He reached out and touched her. Not expecting anyone to touch her, Anne screamed when Gilbert did so.

"Oh Gil, you scared me half to death!" she said, looking at him.

Gilbert was smiling. He was trying his hardest to suppress a hearty laugh.

"How are you feeling? You have a fever, and I have no clue what to do." said Anne.

Gilbert felt dreadful, but did not want Anne to know that. His nose was stuffed up, and his head ached terribly. He felt a cough scratching at his throat, but worked heard to repress it.

Gilbert had given Anne specific instruction on how to cure or contain his ailments. He had not told her, however what they were for or why he needed them. She obediently obtained every single one of these items, but asked many questions in the process. Gilbert would not tell. He did not wish to worry Anne any longer. He absolutely loathed the way she would always take care of him and follow his every wish. It seemed as if she wanted them to have a perfect relationship at all cost or at least try to keep a relationship until the wedding day.

A few hours later, Gilbert felt better, but not as well as he had hoped. He heard the clinking and clanking of pots and pans in the kitchen. Anne was cooking again.

In the kitchen…

Anne was preparing a cake. There was no special occasion for such a cake. She just felt that Gilbert needed something special to lift his spirits up a bit. He seemed rather glum to her.

She first took out a bag of flour, a couple of eggs, the bowl and spoon for mixing, and a few other ingredients needed to make the cake. (I really don't know how to make a cake, so please pardon the following attempt to describe how to bake a cake.)

She mixed the flour in with the eggs and added milk. She then added whatever else was needed and placed the batter in a cake tin. She then situated the tin inside the oven. Just then, Gilbert had called her. Not paying attention to the stove, Anne accidentally set the oven to 50˚ more than she was supposed to set it on.

In the living room with Gilbert…

"Anne, what were you doing in there?" asked Gilbert as Anne came in from the kitchen.

Anne smiled. "I was cooking something special for you," she replied. Gilbert was about to ask what it was she was cooking for him, but Anne interrupted. "Now, don't go asking me what I am cooking in there. I want to keep it a surprise." said Anne.

A bolt of lightening lashed at the trees outside. Anne grasped Gilberts arm. She was really afraid of lightening. Gilbert gently wrapped his arms around Anne.

"What is the matter?" he asked.

"I'm afraid. It seems like this storm is getting worse day by day. What if it never ceases?" she replied.

"Every storm had to stop sometime," whispered Gilbert.

"When this storm stops, you'll leave and go home, right?" asked Anne.

"I'll have to go home as soon as this storm passes; otherwise my parents will worry," said Gilbert.

"I don't want you to ever leave," said Anne.

"When we are married, you don't ever have to worry about that happening." he replied.

A small gasp escaped from Anne. Gilbert looked down at her. "Now what is the matter?" he asked.

"My cake!" she exclaimed, and ran to the kitchen to see her cake in total demise.

Gilbert followed Anne to the kitchen. He carried his weak self as best as he could. Anne started to weep. She wasn't crying over the cake. She was crying because she couldn't treat Gilbert to a surprise like she promised.

"I'm so sorry, Gilbert. There is no possible way this cake is edible anymore. I've ruined everything." she murmured through her tears.

"You haven't ruined anything." Gilbert said, trying to console her. His attempts of placation were not working. She felt so awful. First, she had made Gilbert ill; next, she ruined his cake. What else could go wrong?

The couple moved into the living room area where Gilbert could be more comfortable while trying to soothe Anne.

In the kitchen, a fuse in the oven had exploded. The explosion of the fuse had caused the oven to catch fire. The entire kitchen was ablaze, and neither Anne nor Gilbert knew.

AN: So, how was the very vague cake disaster? Anne is always getting herself into various scrapes involving cooking, so I thought I'd add one in this chapter. I don't think Anne and Gilbert were all that romantic in this chapter, but I promise in the next chapter they'll have to be. Please review. I need suggestions on how Anne and Gilbert should react when they find out about the kitchen being on fire and what they should do. Review to suggest.