A/N: Heh….heh, hey everybody it's me again! And yes this is the fourth story I'm about to start but I warned you all on my profile page about my sudden burst of inspiration. This is just an idea, I don't know whether or not I'll continue it so let me know what you all think.

"Aster!"

I was brashly awoken from my slumber by the piercing shrill of Mother Nature. Literally.

"In my office, now!"

Sighing, I clamored to my feet , ignoring the snickers from the other fairies (they were all losers anyway) as I flew through the garden of flowers to the designated place, a brass door located at the base of a giant oak tree. Very original. I rapped on it twice and it slid open, revealing a narrow passage.

"Aster!" she shrieked once more, making me wince at the unpleasant noise, and swiftly make my way inside. She could seriously injure someone with that voice.

"Relax granny," I muttered upon entry, "I'm already here."

Her golden eyes narrowed at my tone before pointing a long manicured nail to a wooden stool opposite her desk. I stared.

"Sit." she commanded.

I did as I was told, sliding onto the uncomfortable chair with a slight grimace.

You'd think she'd at least put a cushion on it.

"It's not meant to be comfortable," she snapped, reading my pained expression.

I rolled my eyes at the old bat. Obviously not, or I wouldn't have like a thousand splinters in my ass.

"Yeah I know," I huffed, then brought up my fingers to form air quotes, "It's the 'punishment' stool."

The fact was, no one ever truly got punished here. The worst she could do was send me to my room, which didn't bother me in the slightest since I rather stay there anyways. The other fairies were obnoxious.

"Marigold informed me you fell asleep on the job again," she stated sternly, choosing to ignore my prior comment. As per usual, "That's the seventh time today Aster."

I frowned. Was it really? I could have sworn it was more than that. Besides, who cared what Marigold thought? No one liked her anyway. Damn I needed a pedicure.

"Aster!" she addressed sharply, when I didn't respond fast enough. Calm down wench, you might give yourself an anuerysm.

"But it's so boring," I complained, " Maybe Marigold enjoys it, but it's the same old, same old everyday. Wake up, paint the flowers, collect pollen, eat, go to sleep. That's all pretty trivial, don't you agree Ms. Nature?"

"And yet you still fail to complete this so-called trivial work!" she quipped.

I yawned in response, propping my feet up on her twig constructed desk and lacing my fingers behind my head. Yeah that's right, I had it like that.

"What can I say? I'm a girl who likes a challenge."

Her aged face twisted in revulsion at my antics, and she roughly shoved my feet aside with a scowl.

Ow! She is so paying my medical bills.

"Goodness Aster, you're named after a flower symbolizing love and daintiness! Could you for once act like a lady and not put that name to shame?"

"No," I contradicted automatically, "because I am not yet a lady, I am still a teenage girl. Besides, if you felt as if I were disgracing my name you should have renamed me something more appropriate, like 'Cactus' or 'Thorn'. Those seem to suit me right?"

To be honest, I thought those names were pretty badass. Only a badass could pull off a name like 'Cactus', and I was, without a doubt, a total badass.

"They're already taken." she mumbled resentfully.

Wow. That actually explained so much.

"Am I done here?" I inquired impatiently, "Cause I could be doing other things, like catching up on my sleep you so rudely interrupted."

Mother Nature's eyes conveyed clear exasperation before zeroing in on a open file atop the many loose papers scattered across her desk. Somebody's a hoarder. They flickered back and forth between me and the file several times before something seemed to click in that ancient brain of hers.

"You said you wanted a more challenging job?" she clarified, meeting my gaze.

I hesitated, she never gave into my demands, before nodding slowly.

"Well that's what I meant. In a sense, anyway."

"Fine."

I blinked once. Twice. Three times.

"Uh…pardon?"

"Fine." she repeated.

Okay, now I was really confused.

"What is fine exactly?"

She appeared to be enjoying the apprehension marring my features (sadist) as she tossed me the orange folder, which was outlandishly plump. What, was there a body in here? I opened it only to find it was stuffed with paperwork.

Bor-ring.

"That's your client," she explained, "His name is Andrew Mitchells and he's seventeen years of age. Your job is to be his Fairy God Peer and help him obtain true happiness."

I peered at the picture stapled to the front and was rendered speechless at how beautiful he was. Actually, gorgeous would be a more suitable term. His hair was an inky black, and impossibly messy, yet still held the attractiveness of a well groomed unicorn tail. His eyes were a rich chocolate brown, penetrating seemingly even through the confines of the photograph. Although the rest of his face was undeniably handsome, what won me over was the smile. It was virtually impossible not to smile back and I soon found myself grinning stupidly down at it.

"So what do you think?"

My head snapped up at the older women's abrupt question and finding my composure, I lifted a practiced brow.

"I think you're hauling me off randomly to the human world, alone, using the false pretense of helping this boy just so I could get lost and never return."

She actually had the audacity to laugh at that. I don't see why, I was clearly on to her scheme.

"Quite the contrary sweet Aster," she chuckled. Eh? "I feel that you can learn from this experience. Plus you won't be alone, I'm sending Tuberose and Begonia with you."

Great. I'd be stuck with 'pleasure' and 'beware'.

"What if I decline?"

Her mouth widened in an uncharacteristic cheshire grin I didn't like one bit. When she smiled I was usually miserble, and vice-versa. It was a physical impossibility for us to both be happy at the same time. I wasn't going to like this, I just knew it.

"I'd say you didn't have a choice."

And with the flick of her wand, I had vanished.

Cow.

A/N: Any questions, comments, suggestions, or potential concerns are welcome. TTFN!

Rewritten January 4, 2011 Copy write Live and learn