Sweet Serendipity by Lee Dewyze

Sakura woke up fifteen minutes before her alarm went off, and she didn't wake up tired. She also didn't lay in bed sort-of-asleep fifteen minutes after her alarm either. Instead, she got up, put on a sun-dress, despite the pair of jeans and red sweater she had laid out the night before were waiting for her draped over her mushroom chair, and walked into her kitchen. For no reason whatsoever, Sakura cleaned off her kitchen counters, sorted her mail, and looked at her newly clean counters for exactly one-minute-and-three-seconds. Then she made eggs, despite the newly opened carton of milk and rice-krispie cereal expected to be eaten. On a whim, she threw in some chopped-green-peppers.

After breakfast, she decided to put the pile of books beside her couch into their appropriate places on the shelf, clean her email inbox until their were only three important and already read emails left, and wrote down a list of work memos, which included printing a report.

At the hospital, Sakura gave the presentation of a lifetime. When approached after the lecture, Sakura was told that she made boring lecture day an interns new favorite day of the month. Several other students thanked her for the lively and interactive story-telling as well.

Sakura skipped to lunch and ordered a salad with mandarin oranges, pomegranates, and passion fruit drizzled with chocolate-flavored yogurt. She sat with colleagues and offered break-up advice. She also commented on somebody's choice of ringlet hairstyle.

Sakura performed a complicated surgery that involved twins with a birth defect and barely saved the mother, but all three returned to the husband/father in better condition than they had left him. It caused Sakura to do more skipping.

She was just about to skip through the lobby on her way out when she stopped herself. There, staring off into space, was a boy, or more like a man. His hand reached up to make his messy red hair even messier, like a tornado had blown through it. His aqua eyes were looking into the distance, focused and unfocused. Sakura could see his lean figure through his loose T-shirt, he wasn't ripped, but he was fit. Other than the baggy circles under his eyes, he was very, very, very, cute.

Sakura had been crushing on him for a month now.

His father had been having strokes, which happened to stressed out mayors. The mayor had been going for Senator in the upcoming election, but his heart had given out. He'd received a piggy-back surgery, but it wasn't doing everything it was supposed to.

The mayor's other son and daughter had visited, but this younger son, the cute one, had been in the lobby everyday since his father was admitted. Sakura had never seen him go home. There was a rumor going around that he hadn't even seen his father in his room.

Normally, Sakura would have walked right by him, pretending he wasn't even there, like she most often did with any person she wasn't interacting with at the moment. But, this morning, something different happened. Sakura felt good, brave, bold, like, even if something went terribly wrong, it would all be right in the end. Something was watching over her.

Sakura found a piece of paper and wrote down a number, her number, and a name, her name. She walked over, dropped the paper into his lap, and walked away. She didn't turn around.

The next morning, Sakura woke up thirty-minutes before her alarm clock. She smiled when she saw her clean counters and decided to skip the cereal again and made some blue-berry oatmeal with a large glass of milk on the side. She cleaned her entire living-area from top to bottom in fifteen minutes. She skipped to the hospital.

Sweet Serendipity.

There, in the entrance, was Sakura's crush. Her intention had been to move right past him and pretend he wasn't there, but he stepped in her path.

"Sakura?" he asked.

"Yes?" she grinned.

"Is this yours?" he extended the piece of paper from the previous night.

"Yes, yes it is."

He didn't say anything for a moment, but didn't move to let her go. "Coffee?"

"I would love that."

He was about to go when he paused. "I'm Gaara."

A full-blown smile lit up Sakura's face. "I feel silly for not having known that."

"I feel better that you didn't." and Gaara walked away.

Sakura decided that her life was perfect.

One month later, Sakura woke up before her alarm again, just like she had the previous thirty-days, and was happy to see clean counters. And she was doing just fine, landing perfectly on her feet. In the knick of time she made perfect saves, maybe skinning her teeth, but never quite falling over. And now, the most beautiful man was emerging from her bedroom with his eyes on the coffee pot and an eyebrow for the very spotless counters.

Sakura smiled at him and whispered "Good Morning!"

He merely grunted in return, but that was just how Gaara was in the morning.

And when they stepped out of her apartment entrance and into the rain, Gaara kissed her hard enough to cause Sakura to drop her umbrella. They parted ways, him off to cover for his father in the Official Buildings, and her off to the hospital.

Sakura wasn't stressing, because the worse hadn't even come close to happening. Something was watching over her for sure.

That night, Sakura told the counters to screw it and just went to bed, but not before thanking a very amused red-head.

Miraculously, the counters were clean when she woke up.

A/N: It's been a while since I did one of these. A GaaSaku was requested of me, and I was listening to this song, so I decided, what the hell, I'll make it a GaaSaku. Originally, and hopefully I'll still do it, I had a different song planned for GaaSaku.

Got a song and/or pairing request? Hit me up, I'll see what I can do.