It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! It's Raining Men! Amen!

Actually… it's just been pouring rain since I woke up today. But, a woman can dream, can't she?

Anyway, another week means another chapter.

So without further ado, Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. I'm just having a blast at making up what I like.

Warning: Same as the first chapter.

Chapter 4: Welcomes and Wood-working

You want to know something else?

Well, it's something that Oaken says a lot during his lectures: It's fun to learn something new each and every day.

Yeah, it's kind of cheesy, but I'm telling you that he's kind of right. 'Cause I'm having a blast.

What have I learned today? Well…

One: I can kick open doors like a badass.

Two: Drunken First-Aid actually works outside of a bar.

And three: Ms. Vinters likes chocolate and Game of Thrones.

And I'm not joking on the last one.

Since I was going to be stuck in the apartment for a while, it couldn't hurt to watch some TV as I waited for my cheese and tomato sauce salvation. So, I surfed the channels for a bit before I got bored because there was nothing good showing on during this time of day. And when I get bored, I become a bit curious.

Okay, okay. I become a nosy piece of shit, but hey. I would be an awesome criminal investigator if I wanted to be.

Anyway, I searched through the list of already recorded programs that were stored in the console. And guess what? All fucking four seasons of Game of Thrones were already recorded! And I mean all forty episodes. And she had already started to plan ahead and set the season premiere to be recorded, too.

And I swear on my great-granddaddies' graves, I heard the Valkyries singing from Valhalla.

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And that's when I learned that I seriously needed to spend less time with my dear friend, Oaken.

Still, I could see why Oaken like the blonde. Without her reputation of a stone-cold bitch/taskmaster, I would have thought she was just another fantasy lover and chocolate junkie like me.

Honestly, I've started to like her, even though she's all crazy sick as she was. I think it's because she is sick that I'm starting to like her. Ms. Vinters had a pretty nice place with a fantastically cute puppy, and was a pretty damn good professor from what I've heard. Most of the assholes who started the whole 'Ice Queen' rumor were exactly that.

Assholes who had nothing better to do than bitch about the world.

But I wasn't thinking about the assholes, college, or anything really. I was in my own little world with Game of Thrones, a white fluff ball in my arms, and a sleeping woman in my lap.

I was exploding with nostalgia as my finger hovered over the 'play' button on the first episode of season one. My mind was already sailing to another world as dire wolf pups were found and a white-haired girl had just met her future husband.

The episode was just ending on the awesome theme song before there was a knocking on the door.

Being the smooth criminal that I am, I slid from underneath Ms. Vinters and left Olaf on the couch as I answered the door. All I have to say is that Mr. Geppetto is a man of his word. I think only thirty minutes had passed before his son showed up.

Mr. Geppetto's son wasn't as old as I thought he would be. Trust me, Mr. Geppetto sounded really old, like Kristoff's granddad's age and he's old as dirt. Almost too old to be the father of the dude who was in front of me. The name tag on his uniform told me that his name was Pinocchio and he didn't look any older than me.

"Hello. Are you from Geppetto's?" I asked this as I looked at him. He was a skinny dude with really pale skin. He wore the messy-hair look pretty well and he had a nice smile. Even from where I stood, I could smell the sawdust on him and he had a Batman belt with everything a carpenter would need.

"Yes surrey, Ma'am. You called about the faulty lock and the rotten threshold?" He had a high-pitched, accented voice and what he said made me stare at him like an idiot.

Who the hell says 'surrey' anymore? And Ma'am?

"Yeah, that's me."

Well, he was the man with the door-fixing plan, so I played nice. I showed him the rotten wood and jiggled the fucked-up lock on the door. He grabbed a flashlight from his Batman belt and looked at the damage with an eagle's eyes. It was weird how he turned from some goof into a professional in a snap. And in another snap, he turned his head back to me.

"This looks like a serious case of rain rot, Ma'am. It could have gotten into more places than just the door." He had this honestly upset look on his face that seemed that he was really sorry about my door problems. It was like looking at some little boy that was worried about his mom. It was kind of sweet.

"Yeah," I sighed. "But don't worry too much about me. The door's been messed up for a while, but I just need a quick and strong fix. Later, I'll karate kick it to make a barbeque." It seemed that my normal sense of dirty humor wasn't going to fit, but the cheesy stuff seemed to work for Pinocchio as he smiled again.

"If I don't have to worry, you shouldn't worry a bit yourself. I'll-"

He was cut off by a flash of white and he yelled in surprise.

The White Wonder had struck again. Tackling and running around the dude's legs was the little stinker. I'm starting to think that Olaf must be part ghost-type or something like that because I didn't even feel him sneaking by the door.

Maybe he phases through stuff…

But the problem was that Olaf was out again. I swore and was about to make a grab for him, but Pinocchio was faster. Now, the little stinker was trying to lick Pinocchio's face and taste the sawdust that I can smell. Pinocchio was being a good sport about it and was laughing at the wiggling stinker.

"I am so sorry about that. I should have been keeping a better eye on him." Pinocchio's smile stayed on his face as he handed over the little troublemaker.

"It's no problem, Ma'am. I have the same problem with my own cat being friendly with everyone he meets." He smiled wider as he continued. "I'll just grab some sealant from my truck to stop any spread of the rot and fit this hunk of junk a lickety-split." Turning around, Pinocchio almost skipped down the stairs and left me to stare at him.

Okay… a weirdo, but a cute one.

Turning back to the apartment, I gave a stern talking to Olaf that ended with him liking my face. I couldn't really be mad at that level of cuteness, and I honestly don't think anyone can. I just have to keep an eye on him. That wasn't too hard with Olaf being the only white fluff ball in the room. Well… except for Ms. Vinters's hair, but even she has some blonde within the white.

Speaking of blonde, I could see her head was turning back and forth. I didn't expect her to be awake this soon. Keeping Olaf in my arms, I crouched down next to Ms. Vinters to check on her. Her forehead was a dull pink and her eyes were moving underneath her eyelids.

It's good that she was still sleeping, but I didn't like that fever one bit. Carefully moving back to being her pillow, I kept one hand on Olaf's collar as I reached for the roll of paper towels and the water bottle. I had to be creative and opened the bottle with my teeth as one hand was still keeping Olaf away from the door.

I tore off two chunks of the paper towels and folded them into one smaller rectangle. I pour the water on the rectangle of paper and made sure that it wasn't too soaked before putting it on Ms. Vinters's forehead.

I actually never did this before. I only saw that in movies and shit like that, but it seemed to be okay. The cold water stayed in the paper towel as I started playing with her hair again. I think that all people like having their hair played with and Ms. Vinters proved it by smiling very slightly before settling to a deeper sleep.

Yeah! Score one for amateur first-aid!

And I'm smiling like an idiot because this was what I was born to do. I like helping people. I like being appreciated for doing something right. Even if they don't know, I still like seeing smiles like the one Ms. Vinters has. Going into the medical field was never easy and it still isn't for me, but it's gratifying.

I'm not going to be any surgeon (I can't stand the blood), but I like my major.

So, I'm sitting there keeping Ms. Vinters calm, when the door is being knocked on again. To be honest, I forgot about Pinocchio as I focused on Ms. Vinters. But I thought it was weird for him to knock again when I knew he was here. He couldn't have finished that quickly, could he?

But I didn't need to look as the accented voice that I know and love boomed around the room.

"Ah-na?!"

I looked through the open door to see Pinocchio, who was probably working on the door was now scared shitless by the sight of a huge mountain of a man in a familiar derpy-colored sweater. Seriously, it's fucking boiling outside, and Oaken is wearing a turtle-fucking-neck sweater.

Damn bravest man I have ever met.

"Hey, Oaken. I want you to meet my new friend. His name's Pinocchio. Pinocchio, that's Oaken." I thought I might as well take care of the introductions to the surprise meeting. And Oaken took it in stride as he gave Pinocchio his signature gentle smile with his signature bear hug. But Oaken seemed to have been carrying something wrapped in a towel, so he could only give a one-armed bear hug.

I got used to getting Oaken's bear hugs once in a while, but poor Pinocchio was squished. It's a good thing that Oaken only had one free arm. Still, the little dude was okay as he greeted Oaken with his boyish charm. The two seemed to hit it off pretty well as Pinocchio moved aside to let Oaken pass.

Now that he was inside, I saw that Oaken was carrying a pot. I guessed that the pot was probably really hot as he was using the towel as a makeshift oven-mitts.

He shifted the pot again as he leaned down to give me my own hug. With him being so close, I could smell the food and I tell you, it's delicious. Too bad I didn't go into culinary school because I couldn't tell what I was. Maybe a soup or something like that.

The gentle giant that was my favorite teacher pulled back and patted my head, but before I could ask, another voice caught my attention. It was a woman and a pretty one at that. But one that seemed familiar.

The new chick was talking to Pinocchio, probably asking questions about what he was working on. Pinocchio had a little blush on his face as he talked to her and I don't blame him.

I guess that I have a thing for brunettes, because... damn. She had a messy pixie cut that worked beautifully with her face. It made her green eyes pop out and the brown strands swayed with the cold air that was rushing out of the house. Even in some old jeans and a t-shirt, the girl's body wasn't hidden.

And before any of you call me out, I wasn't staring. I was merely admiring the beauty of a beautiful woman. Still, I knew if I kept looking, it would be counted as staring so I turned to Oaken. She still seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite get it in my head where I had seen her.

"Hey, Oaken. Who's your friend?" Oaken would have answered me, but the new girl beat him to it.

"Hello, I'm Rapunzel, but everyone calls me Punz." Even though she looked a bit relieved about something, she was very cheery and greeted me like an old friend. I guess Oaken influences more people than just me. She smelled a lot like the food in the pot. Maybe she cooked it, but why?

"Oh, I'm so glad that you're here!" She sounds very scared about something as she continues on a rant. "Here I go and leave Elsa alone for an hour and the place gets broken into! You see, Oaken! I've been telling all of them at the office that renovations are needed-"

"Whoa, whoa! Punz, it's okay!" I try to calm the brunette down as a lot of info flashes through my head.

Hmm, who is this Elsa? Does she mean Ms. Vinters? Well, I'll save that little slip of info for later, because I've got more important things to worry about.

Because the shit is about to hit the turbo-boosted fan. But I can't just leave the girl to expect the worse about the place. She's at least a friend of Oaken and of Ms. Vinters, so I can't be a complete bitch and play around. This is a serious piece of shit that I got myself into, so I guess it's time to come clean.

Looking at both of them, I open my mouth to start talking when my phone beeps out with a new message. Habit makes me look at it before I could really think, and when I do, I'm smiling.

Aww, Kristoff. Ya little moron.

The picture is him and his little brother duck-facing with my two large supreme pizzas that he's got for me. The text at the bottom says: Got all your shit. Be there in a second.

Yep, he's a moron, but he's my moron. If things really do go to shit, I could at least have a belly full of my favorite pizza before charges are put on me.

Well, let's get this pity party started right!

AN: Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your long hair? I guess that won't work as she's got the pixie cut now. I know, it's not so cutesy, but I plan to bring the cute back in the final chapter.

And for the ones who are wondering, Elsa has just moved into a new country. Sicknesses are different in different countries. That's why many people need to get certain vaccines before they could enter certain countries or they could actually die from the diseases. Even though it's a cold, it still effects Elsa badly. I'll explain more about it later.

As always: comments, concerns, and informed critiques are forever welcomed in the reviews. Everyone was real talkative about the cutesy Olaf I made. My dog did a lot of stuff like that so I had a lot of background knowledge. XD Thank you all for being so supportive and kind for your reviews. Each one is like a shot of caffeine to me.

So, until next time, Au revoir.