KoNnIcHiWa mInNa! A little intro before my story. I'm CeReS and just to let you know... this is my first fanfic, so be nice if you are ever compelled to write something to me. So without further ado, my first story. =^) eNjOyStAnDaRd DiScLaImEr AuThOr's NoTe: this is an alternate reality fic, just to warn you. EMaIl: CeReS@starmail.com 'Til the Real Thing Comes Along- Prologue rated: PG-13 by CeReS -^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v "Yet another Friday night spent with a complete and utter moron," Serena Paige sighed, discarding all her accessories on her kitchen counter and falling face down into the plush, warmth of her bed. "Why can't one friends actually hook me up with Mr. Perfect, instead of Mr. Runner-Up?" Serena spoke into her pillow, trying to drown out the unbearable buzzing sound she received from the speakers of the night club. "I guess that would make me Ms. Runner-Up," she groaned at her remark. All her life, Serena had searched for the perfect man. A guy that could at least, produce an interesting conversation, instead of spewing some drivel about how great he was or how "purtty" she was. In her 26 years of life, Serena was pretty close to believing that Mr. Perfect simply, didn't exist. The phone rang violently, jerking Serena out of her calming sleep. "Hello?" she moaned into the receiver limply holding the phone at ear's distance. "Well?" a voice she knew too well blared out the other end. "Well what Mina?" Serena asked, apparently ticked off. "Did you have fun with Jared?" Mina blurted out not all that discreetly. Serena responded with a low, but noticeable, growl. "I'll take that as a no," Mina shied down to a normal tone. "You best take that as a no," Serena snapped through clenched teeth, "You know what he talked about the whole time? His car, and how he hoped it wouldn't get jacked when he left it all by itself in the parking lot! In my opinion I wouldn't count that as a ground breaking date!" "But Jared had a good time," Mina squeaked through the receiver. "Well good for Jared," Serena retorted back. "Okay," Mina spoke soothingly, trying to calm her friend down, "So you didn't have a good time with Jared, but I have this friend and..." "NO!" Serena bellowed, interrupting her friend. "But..." Mina whined "No!" Serena said insistently "BUT..." Mina continued "Mina..." Serena warned, "I have to go to work tomorrow. So... if you don't let me off this phone I will personally come down to your house and show you how the really, incredibly bad dates turn out!" With that, Serena was comforted with the melodious sound of the dial tone, lulling her to sleep. *~* "I had a really great time," the woman fluttered her eyes at the dark, muscular figure in front of her. "Yeah," Darien Collins replied, running a frustrated hand through his light hair, trying to hide his sarcasm as much as possible. "So...this is my place," the woman spoke sheepishly staring back at him, "I'll...um...I'll see ya around." "YSure" Darien spoke, hastily trying to relieve himself of this awkward moment as quick as possible. "Well...bye," the confident woman turned around for a kiss but her bewildered, green eyes found the hallway deserted and the only thing that could be heard was the chime of the elevator door. "Andrew, a little advice, no more blind dates," Darien declared from his cell phone as he sped through the crowded streets. "Aw...ya didn't like Ivy?" Andrew spoke sympathetically to his worn out friend. "Let me put it this way," Darien spoke bluntly, "she left handprints." "Sorry," Andrew struggled to hold back a chuckle, "I thought Ivy was your type." "Andrew," Darien breathed out with a sigh, "When you find out what my 'type' is tell me. 'Cause I don't got a clue." An uncontrollable yawn escaped his lips, "Listen I got to get some r&r before I have to go to work. Chao." Darien snapped the phone shut before his friend could hustle him into another date, if that's what you'd call it. If anything, Darien was looking for Ms. Right. Just once he would like to met his equal. Someone who wouldn't cling to him like a toy, treat him like a piece of meat, or boss him around like a slave. An independent woman who could take care of herself, but needed him here and there. A woman who he could see himself with for about a year. Except that in his search of the whole city, not one woman fit that description, and Darien was beginning to accept the fact that maybe Ms. Right was just a figment of his imagination. ~*~ Morning started out like clock work as usual. You struggle to get up out of your bed after a severe night. Afterwards you're subjected to hour upon hour of continuous mind numbing traffic, and when you finally do get to work you wish were still stuck in traffic. "... Dr. Paige please report to surgery..." "... Dr. Collins report to room 367..." "... Dr. Collins..." "... Dr. Paige..." BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*BUMP* "Sorry," Serena apologized rashly, and continued her decent down the hall, passing the fine man who she chaotically bumped into. "Yeah sorry," Darien answered back, ignoring the elegant creature that he had abruptly collided with, and returning down the path to his office. So close, yet so far. ^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^ EnD oF pRoLoGuE ^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^-^v^ ::dodging veggies and fruit:: Hey Hey ok! So it really sucks. That doesn't mean you can throw food at me! Well maybe it does but that doesn't mean you can! ::talks through blow horn::Hey Hey you with the tomato put the fruit down! Anyways if any of you think that this is even the slightest bit of ok then email me at CeReS@starmail.com. Until next time Ja Ne!