Name: I trust you

Pairing: Olivia and Fidelio

Many horror stories start on a dark and stormy night. Fidelio's started in the middle of the day, when Olivia, whom he would do practically anything for(which she knew full well, and took quite a lot of advantage out of), dragged him into the beauty parlor.

" Olivia, I am NOT getting a haircut." Olivia laughed that tinkling laugh of hers, and for a second, Fidelio melted. But only for a second.

" Well, if you insist. I wasn't going to give you a haircut in the first place. ME, on the other hand…." She trailed off as something sparkly caught her eye.

It had been a while since the defeat of Count Harken, and Olivia's hair had grown out till it was far below her waist. She had decided that she was tired of it getting in the way, and that it was time for a make over. But she wasn't the one choosing her new look. Oh no, for that she had dragged in her boyfriend, who was vehemently against any change at all.

" You look perfect the way you are!" He had protested, even as she dragged him into the car. She had simply laughed, which was enough to get him here. His sudden worries of her changing him had only come about two minutes ago, when the magical effect of the laugh had worn off.

So here he was, sitting in one of the chairs in the beauty salon, hiding his face from the outside, trying to retain what pride he had left. All the sudden something caught his eye.

When Olivia came back from talking to the receptionist, she found Fidelio flipping avidly through a book of hairstyles. She even heard him mutter quietly,

" Oh no, definitely not that one. Ooh, that one's pretty. Maybe." Olivia suppressed a giggle. She went over and sat down next to Fidelio, looking at the book over his shoulder, listening to the comments he made. She had to say, he was pretty good at this.

He noticed her looking and shooed her away.

" If your going to let me do this, than it's going to be a complete surprise for you." She scowled, but walked back across the shop to look at hair dies.

Finally Fidelio said that he was ready. Olivia jumped into one of the chairs and one of the stylists came over. When Fidelio showed her what he wanted, she simply nodded and said he had extremely good taste.

Fidelio made her cover her eyes with her hands. He didn't want her seeing this until it was done. She unwillingly obliged. It seemed to take the stylist ages to finish. When she was finally allowed to open her eyes, she gasped at what she saw.

Olivia's hair had been cut to where it hung at shoulder level. It was fluffed out to create a fan. A/N: OK, the only way to accurately describe this is to make a reference. Think Alice, from Twilight. She's the only person I know who has this style.

Fidelio had decided to dye it too. It was temporary, but it look amazing. It was a dirty blonde with teal streaks through it. It looked awesome.

" Oh my gosh, Fidelio!" She squealed, and jumped on him. He looked surprised as first, and then settled into the hug.

" You look great!" He said, and she broke away from him smiling. He grinned at her expression, and kept grinning the entire time the stylist explained how to get it to fluff the way it did.

When they finally walked out of the salon, Fidelio turned to Olivia.

" Just one question. How did you know I wouldn't make an absolutely horrible choice?" He inquired, wanting to know. She smiled up at him, for he had grown quite a lot taller than her.

" I didn't." She said simply. " But I trust you." Fidelio smiled and put his arm around her shoulder. They walked toward Fidelio's car, content.