Hi again. AAAAAUGGGGGHHH! That was me being attacked by the angry little elves that live in my sock drawer. Apparently they have this story on their alert, and they read the last chapter. They didn't like it, and are forcing me to redo it. Also, Kitty O didn't like it either. I went back and reread it, and even I didn't like it. I was trying to make a lighthearted story too gritty. That was bad. So I'm completely redoing it. Oh, and if you hadn't noticed, I'm sleep-deprived, crazed, bored, and high on Monster energy drinks. Also, I've been alternating between watching Supernatural and writing essays all day. So excuse me if I'm a little...completely out of my mind. I do that. I'm...going to write now. Enjoy...please...the elves are threatening to set all of my socks on fire if you don't. Not that I care. I hate socks. I'm like L (if you get that reference, I love you). Oh, they're telling me to shut up, or they'll burn all my artwork. Imma write actual fanfiction now, m'kay?

"And that there's the Sev"

"Sev?"

"Seven-Eleven. Convenience store. Gas station. Temple of all that is necessary, all that is delicious, and all that is artery-cloggingly unhealthy. I think that it was created by an alien race trying to take over the world. They also created Starbucks, Walmart, and McDonalds." Merlin's brow scrunched in confusion. In the four hours that he'd known her so far, he had already discovered quite a bit about Soleil. One of these things was that one could never assume that she was joking, nor could one assume that she was being serious. Half the things she said didn't even make sense ("And then the thingy was all (makes whooshing sound)and whatnot, and then (makes a sort of *Ptchew* sound) and well you get the picture."), and Merlin had no idea what a "Starbucks" or a "Walmart" or a "McDonalds" was.

Soleil, who was holding Merlin's hand and dragging him about, looked at him, saw the look on his face, and burst out laughing, letting go of his hand. Merlin pouted. When she saw the new expression the warlock wore, Soleil started laughing even harder, doubling over with uncontrollable giggles, and nearly dropping her guitar, which she had insisted on bringing when they left her apartment. Merlin watched her laugh her way to silence, arms folded and one eyebrow raised, Gaius style. Finally, the girl stopped laughing and straightened up, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

"Are you quite finished?" Soleil adjusted her guitar on her back and gave Merlin a mockingly crooked smile.

"Yes, Merlin, I am all done laughing at your face. But be warned, if you pull any more of those adorably adorable faces, I will be forced to hug you." Merlin unfolded his arms and looked at her with wide eyes. "Adorable"? Really? She thought he was adorable? He felt himself blush, and was extremely glad that Soleil had already turned her back to him and grabbed his hand, leading him further down the road.

"So that's where my friend Lola works over there, and you will under no circumstances ever enter that place. And that's the...empty lot. And the other one. And..."

Merlin sat on the end of Soleil's bed, reading what appeared to be lyrics to a song. Soleil was, at that moment, across the hall, yelling at her neighbor for...something. Her beloved guitar was in its sticker-covered case, leaning against her television.

It had been three weeks and four days since Merlin had arrived in the year 2011. Soleil had been incredibly understanding about his lack of knowledge about anything modern ("Honestly? I've seen worse."), but he was a fast learner. She had introduced him to the internet, television, modern music, iPods, and cell phones, all of which he still found to be pretty "magical". He had also learned that it was very difficult to get Soleil to stop talking...ever. She called it her "fatal flaw". Merlin actually quite enjoyed it. It was nice to listen to her talk, even if she still made very little sense. But he felt a little guilty. He knew almost everything about her (her favorite color was blue. Not entirely by coincidence, her middle name was also Blue. Her favorite musician was someone named Ingrid Michaelson. Her favorite television show was Supernatural (which Merlin really didn't get, from what little of it she'd shown him). She loved marshmallows, nighttime, squishy things, Merlin, walking around barefoot, playing guitar, singing, Merlin, dancing spontaneously, talking to people, and Merlin. She claimed to be something called a "Pastafarian," but also worshipped something called a "Misha Collins." She was excellent at fencing. She hated wearing skirts and dresses, and preferred shorts and jeans. She was a little obsessed with Merlin's ears, and liked calling him "Dumbo", which he didn't understand at all.) but she knew very little about him. He had decided that morning that, today, he was going to tell her about himself. He just had to find the right time.

The door swung open and Soleil stormed in.

"That little-" Merlin managed to catch, in between her string of mumbled curse words, "I will-I swear to pasta-Ugh..."

"Have a nice chat?" Soleil made a mocking whiny noise and stuck out her tongue. She turned and closed the door, then leaned against it, facing Merlin.

"You know, I just don't understand humans sometimes. What are you reading?" Merlin rolled his eyes at her distractibility. He held up the page to her.

"Did you write this?" He asked. Soleil scoffed, and now she was the one doing the eye-rolling.

"Seriously? Um, no. Not nearly that talented. But I love that song. Hold on." She walked to her guitar case and pulled out the instrument. "Scoot, Dumbo." Merlin shifted a few inches to the other side of the bed, and Soleil plopped down next to him, holding her guitar on her lap. She took the lyrics from him and laid the paper in front of them on the bed.

"Okay," she said, pointing at the words, "So these lyrics here in red ink, those are the parts I sing. The parts in black ink, those are the ones you sing. And the parts in green ink, those we sing together. Got it?" Merlin nodded. Soleil smiled at him and started strumming her guitar.

(A/N: BOLD means that Soleil's singing. Italics means that Merlin's singing. BOLDED ITALICS means they're both singing)

"Don't you worry, there my honey," Merlin had never heard her sing before, and was slightly shocked by her voice, which was quite lovely, considering how often she complained about it.

"We might not have any money

But we've got our love to pay the bills.

Maybe I think you're cute and funny," Soleil grinned and bumped her shoulder against Merlin's playfully, "Maybe I want to do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean," she looked away from the page and winked mischievously at Merlin. What? What did she mean? What did bunnies - oh. Oh. OH. Merlin blushed, and Soleil laughed.

"Oh let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France," Merlin was a little shocked by the sudden shift in pitch. Her singing went much higher than the earlier parts of the song.

"Let's get rich and give ev'rybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance.

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making ev'rybody look like ants

From way up there,

You and I

You and I." Soleil coughed and pushed the paper more toward Merlin, playing the same section of song as she spoke.

"Okay," she said, "So here's where you come in. It pretty much sounds just like the first part," she hummed a few notes, "Got that?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"'Kay then. Come in...now."

"Oh you might be a bit confused," Merlin sang, and Soleil smiled widely at him, bumping him with her shoulder again.

"And you might be a little bit bruised."

"But, baby how we spoon like no one else." Wait. Had he really just sang that? Merlin felt himself blush, but kept singing.

"So I will help you read those books,

If you will soothe my worried looks,

"And we will put the lonesome on the shelf," Merlin jolted a little. He hadn't been expecting Soleil to start singing again so soon. Soleil giggled at Merlin's shocked look.

"Okay, ready? Here's the chorus. Now, you don't have to sing nearly as high as me. Just take it down a few octaves or something." Merlin just nodded.

"Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France

Let's get rich and give ev'rybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain makin' ev'rybody look like ants,

From way up there

You and I

You and I." Soleil's guitar playing stopped, and Merlin realized that their faces were inches apart, and she was staring into his eyes, and he wasn't even blushing anymore. He was just...happy. He hadn't been this happy for a while. Not since Freya and he had-oh. Merlin started slightly at the pressure of Soleil's lips on his own, but after a split second, he kissed her back. He felt her hands on the back of his neck, gently pulling him closer, and put his own hands on either side of her face. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart, looking at each other. For several moments, they just looked at each other. Then, they both spoke at once.

"Dayum, Merlin, has anyone ever told you that you are a fantastic kisser?"

"Soleil, I'm a sorcerer from the eleventh century, I live in Camelot, I'm Prince Arthur's manservant, and a strange man wearing a bow tie in a blue box that's bigger on the inside brought me here."

Soleil blinked at him, then nodded acceptingly.

"Sounds legit."

Really, Soleil? Really? *facepalm* No, dear readers, this isn't a songfic. I just love that song (BTW, it's called "You and I," and it's by Ingrid Michaelson), and I really wanted the two of them to sing it. And I cut out the last chorus 'cause I thought it was excessive. But anyways, what did you think? Still like Soleil? Don't like her? Happy, sad, angry, indifferent? Exploding? Unable to feel emotion because you're a) a robot b) a Vulcan or c)an angel of the Lord? Internally screaming? Not sure what you just read? Pissed off by the amount of questions that I'm asking? Wishing I'd really just shut up? Fetching your flamethrower now? Coming to my-hold up how do you know where I live? Ah, get away from me, flamethrowers can kill people! This is an unfair fight! You have a flamethrower and all I have is a bottle of holy water, a wooden stake, and a container of salt! So, um, just calm down, put the flamethrower away, and tell me how my writing makes you feel. I love you all, even you, strange person in the back of the class laughing at your computer during a lecture about the Holocaust. Even you.