A Mis-Match Made in Heaven?

By: veggie_5 :)

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I own diddly-squat. The idea I prolly shouldn't say I own cuz who knows bout that… If this sounds familiar… it prolly is.. ;) but I must say… that I do own the order in which I threw these words together… so there! And like always… This l'il Canadian couldn't possibly own TLW… cuz if I did… wouldn't you think it would be airing here? Sheesh! ;) yah… I'm still bitter…

Pairing: M/R and N/V (I can't seem to shake N/V off my tail so here they are again! But this fic is prolly going to focus on M/R, sorries to N/V fans…)

A/N: Alright. I've taken a… uhm… vacation from "Hidden World" since that fic seems to be dying for reasons unknown. This idea, however, has been floating in my head for a long time… I just never took the time to put it into words… but with my writer's block for another fic… I figured might as well start this fic… hope you like it…

A/N2: oops… before I forget… WARNING! Alt-u story going on… so if they aren't in character… well… don't flame me bout that… I'm just taking the characters and throwing in a totally different world… :)

Now onto the story… ENJOY! (?) :)

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"Mother's been asking about Charles, again." She rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly.

"Isn't that the fifth time this week?" Her best friend laughed.

"You don't have to tell me that."

"You're going to have to tell her the truth, you know. She's your mother. You can't hide this from her forever. Mothers have ways of finding out the truth. It's like they have some radar or something for these kind of things…"

"You think I don't know that already!" She jumped out of her chair and flailed her arms wildly.

"Calm down, Marguerite. You're going to get us kicked out of here." She gestured towards all the unwanted eyes on their table, staring at a very agitated Marguerite.

"What on earth are you people looking at?! Mind your own bloody business!" She grabbed her jacket and ran out of the restaurant in a huff, leaving a very embarrassed Veronica sitting at the table in total shock. Slowly, all the other patrons of the restaurant went back to what they were doing. Taking a very deep breath and shaking her head disapprovingly she raised her hand and said, "Check please."

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Ring ring.

No answer

Ring ring.

"Hi, I'm sorry but I can't come to the phone. Please leave a message after the tone and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. BEEP."

"PICK UP THE PHONE! I know you're there! Don't you even try and avoid me, Marguerite. I know where you live! Look at what you've reduced me to! I sound like some crazed stalker. I'm going to go over there and bang on your door until you talk to me! Pick up, Madge. NOW! Or else…. I'm going to… I'm going to tell everyone about 'the incident'. Yah, you know what I'm talking about. Or…. Why don't I just slip up to your mom. I'm sure she'd love to hear what's up with…"

"Alright already! I picked up the phone! Gee, Veronica. Could your mouth ramble off anymore?"

"Hey. I learned from the master." Veronica chuckled. "Look, I'm sorry about coming down on you about…. you know, Charles."

"No Veronica. I should be the one to apologize. I acted like a complete fool. And in front of the entire restaurant to boot! It's just that mother's been hounding me to… you know, produce grandchildren for her."

"I know the feeling." She said sympathetically.

"But that's just it, Veronica. You're already halfway there. At least you're married!" She slumped into the couch. "I mean, I thought I was ready with Charles. But… when he proposed it was like my future flashed before me. And he just wasn't in it. At least not as my husband he wasn't."

"Maybe you're just nervous. Or even maybe scared. It's normal, you know."

"Me? Scared?" She laughed nervously.

"How about you come over tomorrow night for dinner. It'd do you some good to just hang with friends."

"And what would your husband say?" Marguerite said in mock seriousness.

"You know just as well as I do that he wouldn't mind. I'll just let him know when he comes back from the office so he doesn't plan anything."

"Well, if you're sure he won't mind…"

"Marguerite. You've got to be kidding me! He's your friend just as much as I am. It's just that with this major deal he's been working on these past few months he hasn't had time to hang out with his friends. But I promise, I'll make sure he's free tomorrow to catch up with an old friend."

"Old friend? Now you're really making me feel bad." She chuckled lightly. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow. And Veronica?"

"Yeah?"

"Say hi to Ned for me."

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Earlier that day

"Mr. Malone, the representative from ICOMP is here to see you."

"Send them in, Janice."

Ned had been pacing back and forth the previous hours. He was beyond nervous. This one business transaction could either make or break his career. ICOMP was one of the world's most well-known computer company. If he could seal this deal, he would most likely get promoted. Well, at least he wouldn't lose his job. One bad impression and the deal could slip through his fingers. He held his hands out in front of him. He was shaking like a leaf. His palms were getting sweaty and his breath was ragged. Please God let this work out, he silently prayed.

Rubbing his hands on his pant leg he took many deep breaths in a last attempt to gain control over his nerve-wracked body. The door slowly creaked open and in walked a very distinguished looking man.

"Ned? Ned Malone? Is that really you?"

Ned looked up but couldn't recognize the face. "I'm sorry, have we met before?" He asked curiously.

"You don't recognize me? Neddy boy, it's me, John Roxton."

"You kidding me?! Roxton? Wow, it's been how many years?" Ned walked up and shook his old friend's hand. "How have you been doing?"

"It's been going great."

"I'll say, you've made it big in the business world, Roxton. Wow! Working for ICOMP and all." Ned smiled. He motioned towards his desk. "Please, have a seat."

"Well, Malone, you're not doing to shabby yourself. You've got quite a business going here. Speaking of business. Technically, I'm here to sign a business contract. But might as well do this outside of the office. How 'bout I buy you a drink, eh Ned? We have a lot of catching up to do."

"Sure thing." As he shut the door to his office he smiled inwardly. Who would've thought that his high school friend would be the deciding factor to tip his future in two completely opposite directions.

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They shook hands. "Alright then. It was nice doing business with you Neddy-boy."

"Same here, Roxton. And don't forget tomorrow, dinner at my place."

"As long as you're sure Veronica won't mind..."

TBC…

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