Unbelievable.

//

"It's all your fault!" Sonny screeched, shoving a sheaf of papers – the script for a new sketch— at Chad's chest.

"My fault?" Chad asked, catching the script and setting it down on the couch. "If I remember right, you were the one that went whining to Marshall about your 'brilliant' new idea."

Sonny paced angrily around the prop room while Chad tried -and failed- to keep up. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned – though maybe he should substitute 'scorned' with "angry at her producer."

"If I knew it was going to involve you, I would have kept my mouth shut." Sonny said with barely concealed dislike.

"You should be honored that I would come do your silly sketch and dance around trees with you," Chad threw back after hastily searching his head for comebacks.

"Well maybe I prefer dancing alone."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Oh, I think we've established it's fine," Sonny said, stomping out of the room and leaving a very irritated Chad to fume about why in the name of all things handsome he had to have a crush on Sonny Munroe of all people. There were plenty of other girls-- prettier girls-- he could like. But no, he had to go and pick the most difficult and annoying one. Cupid had gotten it so wrong! There was never a more ill matched pair than them.

And if it weren't for the way her hair shone when it bounced or how her eyes sparkled when she fought with him, he wouldn't even be here on this stupid set arguing about the new sketch he had somehow tricked Marshall into allowing him to do. Okay tricking Marshall had been pretty easy, he just bribed him with free stays for him and Ms. Bitterman at the Four Seasons-- its best room accompanied by champagne and strawberries. Chad chose not to question what Marshall wanted to do with all of that though. There were some images that your brain could live very well without.

But what he had not been prepared for was the actual sketch. The sketch was called something like Kitne Door, Kitne Pas, a Hindi title which he had no idea how to pronounce. Heck, he didn't even what it meant. Sonny had told but he had been a little distracted at the sight of her all dolled up to pay any attention to what was coming out of her mouth. He has noticed her blood red lipstick though, just not the words. The sketch was a parody of a Bollywood movie, films made in India that are known for colorful song and dance sequences. Granted there were a lot of pretty ladies in those sequences but the dance steps were a little tiring. They involved weird contortions and were not at all what he considered dance steps.

Whatever happened to just grooving to the music? Why did you have to shake your groove thang like there was no tomorrow?

He simply couldn't fathom it.

On the plus side he did get to see Sonny draped in around six yards of gauzy fabric, with flattering sections of skin showing (even though she seemed covered at the same time). He really had to hand it to these Bollywood guys; they were wicked clever. They totally knew how to bring on the sexy.

The sight of Sonny draped in a red chiffon sari had Chad salivating. He even took a few photos to add to his private shrine of her. Yes, he had a private Sonny-shrine. What was wrong with that? He was a teenage boy, with teenage hormones. And the sight of Sonny in gauzy fabric really didn't help the situation any. How many teenage boys aren't ruled by hormones at one point or another?

None.

Yeah, that's what he thought too.

He groaned and stalked away to his dressing room on the other side of the lot. Sonny Munroe was going to be the death of him and his sanity. Wait, yeah she was also severely testing his self control and one day they would drag him off the set for going completely and totally crazy.

Oh joy.

//

Sonny paced furiously in her room. The Bollywood sketch idea had been genius! They could have gotten any outside actor to play the role of the dashing romantic hero who would save the damsel in distress but would cruelly interrupted by the lack of meadows to frolic in. (Meadows to frolic in were a pre-requisite for all Bollywood movies). Then, after the hero and heroine declared their love, they would further cement it by running through the meadow and having a song and dance sequence probably accompanied by rain.

She had been picturing someone along the lines of Edward Cullen for the role. He was starring in Twidark and even Tawni agreed he was smoking hot. What with those eyes and that hair and that pale skin and god, those red lips, he was the very epitome of Greek God without all the golden hair, sun kissed nonsense bit. He was more of the dark broody, angsty tortured kind of heartthrob. Simply delectable.

Yeah, Edward Cullen would have been a nice addition and she would have so gladly danced around the trees with him. And he could probably be shirtless, maybe in the rain, with water dripping down his body…damn that would send her into cardiac arrest and she needed to be awake in order to gaze at him with adoring eyes…that would be her dream come true.

Instead here she was stuck with obnoxious Chad Dylan Cooper who kept going on and on and on about himself and himself alone.

That boy, simply put, was a pain in the behind. Okay, she did feel attracted to him once in a while and yes, she did feel like kissing him every now and then but it was all because he made her so mad that she couldn't think straight. She was convinced he was working some evil spell on her that caused her attraction to him. 'Cause it didn't feel right to be attracted to someone who annoyed you so, did it? It was like each time they argued, she felt certain sensations which were completely contrary to what she thought about him.

(Actually that's sort of thing was called UST, something Chad was plenty aware of, while poor Sonny continued to delude herself about its non existence.)

For instance, that day she had the weirdest thought. She had been arguing with Chad about which show was better and it was getting to be a very interesting argument which meant that she had the upper hand when suddenly she had gone off on a tangent and begun to think of Chad in swimming trunks. She didn't know why it was happening and she sure as hell had no idea why she would think of Chad in swimming trunks but the fact of the matter was that she had thought of him and also decided that he looked quite good in them.

It had been another matter entirely that she cut their conversation short and run to the bathroom. Chad had at least one redeeming quality though-- he did look good and he did use raspberry chapstick which was one of her favorite fruit flavors.

But then that didn't make this whole thing with Chad any better. He might use raspberry chapstick and he might look fantastic in swimming trunks but it would not change the fact that he was a pain in her behind.

A thorn is her neatly ordered life.

She sighed and popped in a DVD. As practice for the sketch she was watching as many Bollywood movies as she could. And so far she loved them all. Sure they had a bit too much gore and sometimes were a little too cheesy but in the end they were unbelievably fulfilling. Happy endings were handed all around and those were her kind of movies.

She was half way through watching the movie when the power went off. She was prepared to wait it out for a while and decided she would just close her eyes, not go to sleep but just relax. However before she knew it she was fast asleep.

//

Outside the wind began howling and lightning forked through the sky, illuminating the figure of the sleeping girl at odd moments. It seemed like ominous portents were thundering in the sky, warning of something about to happen. Electricity crackled but Sonny remained blissfully unaware and fast asleep.

Somewhere else, in a much bigger mansion, Chad Dylan Cooper, uneasily stirred in his sleep. He had fallen asleep watching So Random! reruns. The thunder rumbled and it began pouring rain. Lightning which had so far been coming in tiny bolts increased in frequency and intensity.

Suddenly there was a particularly loud crack of thunder followed by a lightning bolt of enormous voltage. It forked into two shards--hitting two places. The homes of Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper.

With that climactic strike of lightning, the storm disappeared -- leaving only the gently falling rain. Sonny and Chad rolled over in their sleep, unaware that something big had happened.

Something very big.

Thanks to my wonderful beta faerietaleredux, for giving me an awesome prompt, which was Bollywood and then going over the chapter and giving me awesome suggestions. :)

Refrence Guide -

Kitne Door, Kitne Pas - So Far, So Near, in Hindi.

Sari - six yards of fabric, worn by draping around one's self, traditional Indian women's clothing and is widely worn in India.

Bollywood - name for the Hindi film industry.

That's about it, if there are any doubts or questions, please do ask and I'll clear them.

There are also references to a SWAC episode which seems to have been shown only in India. It's called "Guess Who's Coming to Guest Star?" That's wear the Twidark bit comes from. That's not the only reference but I don't want to spoil anything so I'll leave it at that.

Finally, I dont claim anything but the plot. :)