Title: Cupid’s Lock

Rating: PG 13/ M 15

Genre: Romance/Humor

General Information: I became tired of not being able to find any good Dana/Cody fanfics, so I created one. Cody was the heart of the show, and Dana was the keeper of his heart; they fit together so perfectly, and deserved to be together in humor.

Sidenotes: This story does not really follow the series, as it doesn’t really have much to do with anyone but Cody and Dana. This story is centered on them and, while other people are included, the main focus will be on my favorite couple. Of course, reading the summary, it almost doesn’t seem like there would be much room for anyone else. NO RICH, by the way, I can’t stand him. Oh, and one last thing: My updates depend on reviews. So, if you want more chapters, please review. They fuel me.

Summary: When Frank finishes his newest project, Dana and Cody find themselves tagging along to see Frank’s completed Love Shack; because of Frank’s new ‘improvements’ of the lock on the door, however, Dana and Cody find themselves stuck in the room alone together for the weekend. Insanity ensues…

Cupid’s Lock

Chapter One

Enchante…

“For the last time, no!” Dana huffed out; Frank was trailing her around the house, trying to convince her to see his newly completed project: the Love Shack.

“Oh please, Dana, please? Do it for me?” His attempt to use his puppy-dog eyes was pitiful, and almost made her want to laugh. She would have, too, had she not been so irritated.

“Oh, yeah, as if that’s going to convince me to go!” She turned on him, and spread her arms in exasperation, “I’m going to go to some stupid ‘Love Shack’ that you’ve created, just because you want me to. I don’t think so.” She was getting tired of his attempts at persuasion, and if he didn’t stop soon, she could not be held accountable for her actions.

“Please, Dana! I need some female advice! This is the first time I’ve actually done…well, interior construction.”

“Then find some other female, because I’m busy!” She picked up a book at random, and sat down at the kitchen table. She skimmed over the words, pretending to be engrossed, and wishing that he would just leave.

“How does twenty-five dollars sound?” Money was pushed under her nose. She pushed his hand out of the way and scoffed at him.

“So now you’re bribing me to see your stupid room?” She gave him a look that said ‘you’re crazy’, and resumed her reading.

“Forty dollars? Fifty? How much will it take?” When she gave him a deadpan look, he began grasping at straws, “Matt Derkson is coming in on Monday to check my work. And, if he is impressed by this room he may let me build another whole inn!” When she still wasn’t impressed he said, “This could mean big money; which means: we may get enough money to extend our house and build a new room.” He knew this probably wasn’t true, but he was counting on the fact that she didn’t.

It worked. His insinuation piqued her attention. Placing down Jane Eyre, she turned in Frank’s direction, placing her elbows on the table and raising an eyebrow, “And the room would become…?” She left the question hanging in the air, and Frank smiled, knowing he was moments away from her consent.

“…yours.” He finished, and she was up in an instant.

“Then what are we waiting for!” She bounded through the kitchen door- and directly into Cody.

He had a goofy, bewildered smile on his face, “Geeze, Dana, I never knew you felt that way about me.” Dana had stumbled straight into his open arms, and they had instinctively wrapped themselves around her.

“Get your hands off of me, you big cheese head!” She yelled, bringing her hands up to pry his own away.

Cody obediently released her and looked towards Frank, shrugging his shoulders, “I will never understand women and their twisted ways,” He raised his hands helplessly, “One minute they’re leaping into your arms, and the next they’re calling you cheese heads.”

“Uh, Cody…” Frank was about to explain the situation, but cut himself off, realizing beforehand that it would probably be impossible to get Cody to understand.

“Where are you off to?” Cody, who had been heading to the backyard to play guitar, changed his course abruptly and followed Dana out of the house, and to Frank’s truck.

“None of your business!” Dana snapped back as she pulled her coat closer around her for warmth; it was cold out! The temperature had dropped below sixty.

“Come on, Dana Burger, why so feisty?” Cody reached the car before her, and pulled the door open, motioning for her to climb in. She brushed passed him, muttering a hesitant thanks.

“If you must know,” She snapped, securing the seatbelt around her waist, and placing a mocking expression on her face, “We’re going to the moon.”

“The moon!” Cody exclaimed, jumping in after Dana and clambering to the back seat, “Dude, can I come?”

“No, you cannot!” She tried to keep her anger under control at his insolence, but her calm was slowly ebbing away.

“Uh, Dana,” Frank said as he climbed into the front seat, “Let Cody come along. I’m eager to get this project over with.”

“Cool, Frank! You’re going to the moon, too?” Cody looked bewildered, as he rested his arms on the back of the seat in front of him, and leaned his head on his arms.

“No, Cody, we’re going to the Love Shack.” Frank corrected.

“There’s a love shack on the moon? Dude! I always knew those moonmen were party animals!” Frank sighed in exasperation, and thought of the simplest explanation he could.

Choosing his words carefully, he explained, “There is no Love Shack on the moon. We’re going to the one I built at the Derkson’s Inn.” There. That sounded easily understandable.

“He built an Inn on the moon? Woah! Technology is even better than I thought it was! Hey, is there a MacDonalds there, too? I’m starving!”

Dana was tossing between moods. She wasn’t quite sure whether she should laugh at Cody’s stupidity, or become angry at his many misunderstandings. Opting for the latter, she gasped out, “You thick idiot! We’re not going to the moon! We’re going to an inn fifteen minutes away!” She crossed her arms over her chest, and settled deeper into her seat.

“Well, geeze, I guess we could go there. But why did you guys decide not to go to the moon? Meeting a moonman would be pretty cool!”

She wagged a finger in his direction, “Cody, Just do me a favor—and keep your yap shut!”

“Dude, I’m wearing track pants. They have no yap! Do I have to explain everything to you?” Dana placed her hands on her temples, and counted to ten slowly; numbering off the ways she could do bodily harm to Cody with the car freshener attached to Frank’s rearview mirror.

Frank, meanwhile, decided it was about time to intervene before head butts were thrown, “Cody, what I think Dana is trying to say, is ‘be quiet’.”

“Now, why would she want me to do a silly thing like that?”

Dana twisted in her seat and looked him straight in the eyes, “Because, you—”

“Dana,” Frank interrupted, “How badly do you want your own room?” She reluctantly snapped her jaw shut and turned back around. The rest of the remaining ride was spent in silence, except for Cody’s humming of the Star Wars main theme.

Once they had reached the inn, Dana shot out of the car, immensely relieved that she was able to distance herself from Mr. Ignorance. Frank directed them through the main doors, and through the empty corridors to a room with a big green door. “I need you guys to pay close attention, and to give me as much feedback as you can,” Frank said, opening the door and placing a block next to it to keep it open. Motioning proudly to the door, he said, “This door is my own design. It has an automatic locking system. So, when the groom carries in his wife, all he has to do is shut the door gently with his foot, and it will lock; preventing anyone from entering.”

“But, wait,” Dana said, “Wouldn’t that lock it on the inside, too?”

Frank just blinked, “Well, yeah. So, you’d have to have your key with you all the time. And I,” He said, bringing up a small, shiny, metal object, “Have the only key.”

“How nice.” She sneered, “Let’s just get this thing over with.”

“This is the first time someone has actually asked me to do some interior construction, and it took quite a bit of effort.” He swung his arms around wide, before bringing them down to rest at his sides, “What do you think?”

For this project, Frank had worked with an interior designer to make the room look as romantic as humanly possible. The overly flourished design almost made Dana want to gag. Everything was pink and red and wooden, and shouted at her, ‘You want love? Come and get it!’.

“Dude, Uncle Frank, this place is amazing!” Cody piped up, upon inspection of the room. And Dana, although she was repulsed by the disgusting colors, couldn’t help but agree.

The walls were decorated in a rose pattern: each individual rose carved out of the wood, and painted over with a light pink so as to not overly contrast with the rest of the wall. Mahogany peeked through the flowers, a slightly lighter wood tone than that of the floor.

In the center of the room rested a rug with an embroidered scene of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast after the transformation from beast into prince had occurred. Behind this was a single king sized bed shaped like a—who’d have guessed it?—pink heart with red covers. And his and her wooden nightstands stood respectively on each side of the bed; she placed her purse on the hers, and walked around the room once, to get a full view of Frank’s handiwork. There were two doors connected to the room; and, upon further inspection, Dana found that one led into a gigantic bathroom with a mini Jacuzzi for a bath, and the other a large closet. The room was complete with a surround sound system, and when Frank turned it on romantic melodies filtered through the air.

“So, you approve?” Frank was fidgeting nervously, awaiting her response.

“Well, Frank, if you’re a guy looking to impress a girl with an expensive show of wasting money, then the room is perfect.” She stated simply, smiling. The room wasn’t half bad.

He paused a moment to mull over her words, before clasping his hands together and deciding, “Good! So you approve!” Then he turned his attention to the curious third party, “What do you think about it, Cody?”

“I think it’s awesome!” Cody was prowling around the room, poking at this and that, turning on the water faucets, and walking in the closet to find out how big it actually was.

Frank smiled, relieved, “So, you both like it?”

Dana and Cody nodded.

“Great! Any suggestions? Questions? Comments?”

“Well, Uncle Frank, I do wonder about one thing.” Cody was looking confused.

“And what’s that?”

“Where is that music coming from?” He turned his head this way and that, while twisting his body around in circles, one eyebrow raised. Frank smiled, quite pleased with himself at having hidden the speakers so well, while Dana just became more annoyed, wanting to get this over with and back home to her books.

“Well, Cody, I’m glad you asked that.” Frank walked over to the left side of the room, and opened up a glass cabinet that Dana hadn’t noticed before. Turning the music a little lower, he pointed to the wooden roses on the wall, “Each little rose,” There were a dozen carved on each of the four walls, all the size of normal roses, and just as beautiful, “Contains a little speaker. They’re hidden, to provide the greatest look with the greatest sound.” He nodded his head as if to assure them that what he was saying was the truth; Cody looked downright amazed.

“Dude, I didn’t know roses have speakers! If I had known this, I could have saved a lot of money on my sound system!” He reached out to touch one of the roses, but Frank slapped his hand away before he had the chance.

“You might not want to touch that. They’re very sensitive. Now, we better go, I want to get home before Carol so I can tell her the good news!”

“You know what--you guys go.” Dana said. She took one look at Cody and made a quick decision, “I’m kind of hungry; my friend Kate’s house is near here, I think I’ll walk over and take lunch with her.”

Frank looked unsure, “Are you sure, Dana? Do you want me to drive you there?”

“No!” She yelled out. Then, calming herself down, she continued, “I mean, that’s okay. I could use a little fresh air and sunlight. It’ll do me good. In fact,” She looked at Cody again, “I might even spend the night there. We have this study session thing we’ve been meaning to do.”

“Well, okay then.” Frank looked at her confused again, “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Let’s go.” She walked out with them to the car, to see them off. Halfway there, however, she realized that she had left her purse on the nightstand, “Oh! I forgot my purse. You guys go ahead and leave, I’ll be fine.”

She made her way back to the room. Once in there, she grabbed her purse and paused for a moment, a confused look crossing her face. For that moment, she had had the sudden awkward wish that someone would treat her to a room as nice as this. Just once, she thought, it would be nice to be treated with adoration. She shook off the thought as insane, however, and made back to the door.

“Dana,” The voice made her freeze with mild irritation, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and everything. And, I have decided that I shall walk you to your friend’s house. Now, what’s a block doing there?” She heard a grating sound, of stone upon wood, and her heart froze.

“No!” She gasped out, the whoosh of the door closing entered her ears; and the click as the door automatically shut and locked. Rushing over to it, she grabbed the handle; turned and pulled, and then pushed--the door didn’t budge. “You doofus!” She yelled, reeling on Cody, “You just locked us in here!”

Cody placed a hand on his head, looking confused and saddened, “Oh, man. And I didn’t even get to carry you over the threshold.”

“Oh, crap.” She muttered, bringing a hand up to her suddenly throbbing head, “I’m stuck in a honeymoon room with a moron!”

This could not be good.

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