Your response to this has been beyond my wildest dreams. This was just something that I did to pass the time while I was lying in bed sick, and here I am hurrying to finish more just so I can read all of your lovely comments!

I wonder though, MoonDaisuki, what do you mean by 'You know what they say about plumbers'? I'm very curious about that now!

So here is the fourth chapter - Singing, I hope you all enjoy it!

"I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain…"

Serena frowned. Just where was that singing coming from? Slowly sitting up, Serena furiously blinked her eyes in an attempt to clear her foggy vision. Lifting a hand to her thumping head, Serena slowly climbed out of the nice comfortable bed she was cushioned on and padded out of the room.

Following the singing, Serena found herself before a sleeping Darien, the TV before him blaring 'Singing in the Rain', the enigmatic Gene Kelly dancing across the screen, soaked to the bone.

Moving to the television, Serena switched it off, and returned to the bedroom. Climbing back under the blanket, Serena fell asleep instantly, a singing Darien taking the place of Gene Kelly.

Darien shifted on the couch. Rolling onto his side, he was vaguely aware of the silence in the room. Remembering that only (what seemed like) moments ago, he had been watching Singing in the Rain, Darien frowned and scratched his head. Coming to the conclusion that he must have turned it off before going to sleep, Darien smiled. Sometimes he even amazed himself!

Remembering his slumbering charge in his bedroom, Darien warily made his way to the door. The last thing he really needed right now, was for Serena to wake up and throw another screaming fit. He was sure the neighbours would begin to suspect something, and he doubted he had the right excuse to explain why a screaming teenager was lying in his bed, hugging a pink bunny. Wait. Hugging a pink bunny?

Chuckling softly at the stuffed animal, Darien leant against the door frame. To be honest she was kind of pretty, with the golden blonde hair-halo surrounding her petite frame. Then there were the blue eyes, so blue you could imagine them being disguised by the sky. Stopping the train of thought before it spun out of control, Darien slowly backed away.

Deciding it was time to make food, for when Serena awoke, he knew she'd want food the second her eyes opened. There was nothing else worse than a hungry meatball head. Nothing worse!

"I'm hungry."

Jupiter sighed heavily. "Well Venus, if you hadn't have eaten all the snacks I bought at once, we wouldn't be having this problem."

Venus frowned darkly. "Well if you had bought more, I wouldn't be hungry."

"Well if you both shut up, I won't set you on fire!"

Jupiter flipped her hair. "Like you could Mars. That would be like breeching a scout code or something."

Mars glared. "I'm sure in this case they could make an exception!"

Mercury held up a hand, halting the conversation before it could get out of hand. "Girls, I think it's time we left. I'm sure Serena will be fine."

Mars slowly got to her feet. "Merc's right. I think we should leave them to it. You know Serena will tell us everything when she's better."

Venus smiled. "Right. Lets go!"

Stepping into the elevator, the scouts slowly made their decent down to the ground floor and out to the streets. Going their separate ways, they disappeared into the fading horizon, ignoring the public spectacle they had just created.

Stretching as the wonderful smell of food reached her, Serena groggily rose. Walking through the dizzy spell, Serena staggered out into the kitchen, hr mind only focusing on one thing: Food.

"What's cooking?" She croaked, her voice breaking.

Darien jumped and spun at Serena standing in the doorway. "You shouldn't be up."

Serena waved his comment away. "Don't worry about me. I'm just hungry. I'll eat and then go back to bed."

Darien smirked. "Trust you to think of food over your own health."

Serena shrugged. "Priorities." She mumbled.

Darien laughed softly. "Well, to answer your question, I'm making scrambled eggs. I find them good comfort food when I'm sick."

Serena closed her eyes and sunk into a seat at the table. "I'm not fussed what it is, so long as it is food."

Darien left the pan on the stove and strode over to place his hand against her forehead. "You're still hot. When you've eaten something, I want you straight back to bed."

Serena moaned. "But you don't have a TV in there. What am I supposed to do?"

Darien lifted an eyebrow. "Life isn't about TV Serena."

Serena stuck her tongue out. "It'll make me feel better! I'm the one who is sick here; you're supposed to be nice to me!"

Darien lifted a hand. "I'm sorry Serena. I'll set up the sofa bed. You're sick. You shouldn't waste your energy on fighting."

Serena smiled softly. "Why Darien, I didn't know you could be so nice!"

Darien coughed and turned back to the stove, hiding his flushed face from view. Stirring the eggs, Darien pondered over what Serena had said. Why in the world was he being so nice? It was the rules that he was supposed to be mean to meatball head, not nice. But what had changed?

Ha-ha, to find out what has changed; you're going to have to find out tomorrow night! Bwahaha I'm mean aren't I?

Sammy called me fussy today, cause I made him say goodbye (he likes to run off, forgetting…not acceptable! So he called my fussy, rolled his eyes and said bye anyway, ha-ha that's Me: 1, Sammy: 0!)

Today Sammy and I didn't get to talk much (though he certainly laughs more…he used to be so down…now I reckon he is a lot happier – you see from what I've been told, Sammy was hurt way bad by his last girlfriend, and has taken a while to get over it…why anyone would want to hurt him is beyond me…he's too sweet to hurt, but someone did, and when I find her, I'll make her pay!) though he did say 'See ya' something I have trained him to do…ah sweet Sammy, he makes my heart race!

Well, I think I have so blabbed enough!

There's the fourth chapter! Keep reviewing and I will most definitely keep writing!

Cheers, BeraMoon!