Title: Our Next Life
Category: Romance/Humor/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Join me in ten years," the message said. "Then we'll see what happens next."

Disclaimer: Since I own them you all must pay ME for the use of them…oh, wait…that's not me. Don't own them, never will : (
Author's Notes: Feedback Love

Writing Implemented: June 29

Chapter 1

The light streamed through the screened in porch as the sun set, casting a glow around the elderly couple. Daniel Harrison had his arm around his wife of fifty-five years.

"Jean," he said, pulling her closer. "Happy anniversary, baby." Dan tenderly kissed the top of her head, making Jean sigh as she thought over everything they'd been through. Even when she was at her wit's end with Dan she never thought of leaving him, and she had not even for one second ever stopped loving him.

"I can only hope for fifty-five more, Dan happy anniversary." She leaned up and kissed him. "Do you remember our first kiss?" Dan rolled his eyes and grinned. They did this every year, but there was something he loved about it, it was so…them.

"Tell me."

"Well, you were acting all nervous…" she grinned as he interrupted her.

"I was not!" he replied indignantly.

"You were acting skittish all day!" Jean poked him, making her point.

"Fine, but how could you blame me? I was about to ask out the prettiest girl in the office." Her grin grew wider.

"Trying to earn yourself some brownie points, aren't you Mr. Harrison?" She then changed the subject. "Plus, you didn't even ask me out!"

"I did eventually!"

"Yeah, after you kissed me! Now shh! Let me tell the story!" He shut his mouth at the rebuke and let her continue. "Good, anyway I had just met a nice guy…"

"Mark."

"Mark," she consented. "And you became jealous."

"I did not get jealous!" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Well…maybe a little, I mean…he was ruining my plan!"

"Yes, your master plan," she replied rolling her eyes. "Anyway, then you started arguing with me about Mark, who you hadn't met."

"It doesn't matter, as doctors we cannot date patients."

"I was a nurse!"

"Pssh, you were a doctor in my book. You knew more than Doctor Henry. Hell, Jean, sometimes you even knew more than me!" Dan looked over at her when he didn't hear anything. Jean always had a reply. His eyes found her hand wiping away a stray tear that had made its way out of her eyelid. "Are you ok?" He pulled her even closer. "Did I say something stupid again?" She shook her head.

"No, that was perfect. Absolutely perfect. One of the nicest things you have ever said to me."

"He was too old for you." Jean let out a laugh at his abruptness. "I mean, c'mon, ten years? You deserve a young stud like me."

"I always wondered what it would be like to date older men."

"I'm an older man! I'm a year older than you!" She ignored him and continued.

"But I guess my young stud will have to do."

"I guess so," Dan replied, leaning in for a kiss. "Now back to the story."

"Right. We were arguing in the supply room…"

"I prefer supply closet for this next scene," he smirked.

"Fine, supply closet, when you just leaned in and kissed me."

"Yep, right in the middle of arguing. You looked so damn irresistible quarrelling with me."

"And the rest is history."

"And what a very good history it is," Dan replied, smiling down at her as the last bit of sun disappeared.