Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Reincarnation, Sexual Content, first meeting, first date, explicit sexual content, reunion sex

A/N: Set 75 years after the movie, Diana has mourned Steve but he's still in her life, in dreams, in memories of the past, in thoughts of what could have been. I hope you enjoy it. There are mild spoilers during their talk.

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Chapter 1: Not Ready to Give Up

After making the decision to leave London, her life, her friends and her job with British Intelligence, Diana moved to New York City, to begin a new life. She pushed her glasses up her nose, and entered the New York Museum of History and it's been several months since she began her job as curator of ancient Greek Mythology artifacts and antiquities.

After acquiring her coffee from the corner coffee shop, she made her way to her office located on the top floor of the massive building. Her assistant was already there hard at work probably making entries of their most recent arrivals.

"Good morning, Ms. Prince," she said and followed her inside. "I hope you had an enjoyable evening last night at the theater."

"Good morning, Betty. Yes, I did, it was quite enjoyable," she replied, distracted by booting up her computer.

"And?" She prompted.

Diana knew what was coming. "And nothing more, it was… nice."

"Oh, you mean, he was nice," Betty finished for her. Diana raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry for butting into your personal life, but that was your first date in months. Aren't you a little… lonely?"

She sighed and logged into the museum website, but the only way to change the subject was to tell her the truth. "Yes, I do get lonely sometimes, but I'm not interested in a serious relationship, with this job, finding an apartment, and finding my way around the city."

"I understand, but you really need to get out more," Betty said worried about her. She herself was married with children.

"I will, I promise, now did you finish cataloguing the artifacts from last night?"

"Yes, just as you instructed," she replied.

"Alright, I'm headed over there now." She gathered her files and headed to the special exhibit area of the museum.

Once she arrived, the museum had just opened, but she could see several visitors in the recently opened exhibits, and she was thrilled how popular it had become. It was her idea to venture out of the norm, as it were, and purchase these unique pieces.

In her element, she gathered her notes, and stood before the statue of Aphrodite, admiring the beauty of it. It reminded her of the beautiful statues of goddesses on the island. She made the trip back after Steve had died, but it was nice to be welcomed back home. It took her a while, decades, to realize that she didn't really feel at home there, not anymore. It was a terribly difficult decision, but she left her family behind and returned to mankind.

She shook her head, then touched the statue. She closed her eyes and made a wish. She knew it was silly, but there it was.

"I hope you get your wish," a man's voice spoke from just behind her. She stiffened, but refused to open her eyes, and thought she must have imagined it. It can't be him.

Now he stood beside her. "It is a beautiful statue." He leaned down and read the brief description. "It says here that it's Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love."

She opened her eyes and stared at him, but he wasn't looking at her but the statue. "Yes, it is." Her heart skipped a beat. She continued to stare and realized it was her Steve, and he looked the same, as in her dreams: the thick blonde hair; the flip of a bang against his forehead; the strong jaw; and he was staring at her. The eyes were the same. She blinked to clear her vision, but she couldn't find the words to speak.

He noticed the files. "Do you work here?"

She found her voice. "Yes, yes, I do."

"Well, you must love your job. I would love to work here. This collection, I don't know, I feel drawn to it somehow. I can't explain it." He glanced at her face. "I don't know why I said that. Sorry."

"Don't apologize. I feel the same way."

"You do?" He smiled the smile she remembered.

"Yes, I do." She gathered her wits. "I'm sorry, but I have to take care of a few things." She held up the files.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to keep you from your work."

"No, problem." They stared at each other, and then, without thinking, she held out her hand. "I'm Diana Prince. I'm the curator of this collection, if you have any questions, please feel free to call me."

He managed to pull his eyes away from her beauty and shook her hand. "My name is Steven Trevor."

Her heart nearly stopped; she felt light headed. "Are you Okay?" He held her steady and helped her to sit down.

Once they were seated, her eyes roamed over his face. "It's you."

"I'm not sure what you mean," he said, confused by that statement.

"You don't know me, but I know you."

He frowned. "But how can that be?"

She smiled indulgently at him, then she stood up. "When the time is right, you will remember."

Still confused, he watched her walk away.

Days later, in bed asleep, Steve had a dream about the woman in the museum. After awakening, he remembered parts of the dream. He was on a beach and she saved him from drowning. He thought she was an angel sent from heaven.

He then remembered her first words to him. "You're a man." He woke up confused and very excited about seeing her again. She's the only one who can explain the dream and what it meant.

He called the museum and asked to speak with her. "Diana Prince, may I help you?"

"Ms. Prince, this is Steven Trevor. We met the other day."

Upon hearing his voice, her heart began that familiar rhythm. "Yes, I remember."

"Can we meet for lunch or coffee? I have a few questions… about the exhibit."

"Coffee is fine. I'll be downstairs in an hour."

"I'll be there. Bye, Diana. I mean, Ms. Prince."

She chuckled. "Diana is fine, and may I call you… Steve?"

He smiled. "Yes, you may."

"Bye, Steve."

"Bye, Diana."

After glancing at her watch for the millionth time, she stood up, but before she left, she opened the drawer and pulled out the watch and slipped it in her purse. Taking a deep breath, she left her office and headed downstairs.

He was waiting for her. He slowly walked towards her and held out his hand. She took it, but this time, it stunned their senses to realize that they know each other, have known each other in the different place and time.

"It's good to see you again." He paused as they walked slowly down the stairs, then he felt the urge to say, "I've missed you."

Tears blurred her vision, but then she turned to face him. "I've missed you too."

He was a bit stunned. "How is this possible?"

"I don't know," she replied honestly.

"We really need to talk." He guided her to the coffee bar and after placing their orders, they sat down and took a few sips. "Diana, I don't know where to start, but last night, I dreamed of you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I did. We were on a beach and you saved my life, but I got the impression that you had never seen a man before. Is that true?"

"Yes, you were the first man I had ever seen."

He shook his head, amazed. "I guess that's a long story, but we may not have the time right now."

"Is that your subtle way of asking me for a date?" She sipped her coffee but her eyes were twinkling.

"I suppose it is," he replied, ready for whatever may come.

"How about tonight at seven? Here's my address." She wrote it down and her cell phone number on the back of her business card, but she held it close to her chest thinking.

"Is something wrong?"

"Are you married with kids or are you involved with anyone?"

He nearly choked on his coffee. "No, are you?"

"No, I'm not," she replied and handed him the address. He did the same.

They both chuckled. "You know, Diana, that wasn't the first time I dreamed of you."

Stunned, she almost choked as well. "When was the first time?"

"I don't know, but there have been a few times. It usually happens after a mission. I'm a spy by the way."

"Oh, I see," she said finding this conversation disconcerting to say the least.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Oh, no, it's honorable that you serve your country."

"Well, I've been doing it for quite some time."

"Can I ask you something, and I hope it's not too personal?"

"Sure, ask away."

"Who are your parents?"

"Well, I was adopted. I don't know who my real parents were." He watched her carefully. "And you?"

She sipped her coffee not looking at him. "That's a long story. I'll tell you about it on our date."

"Okay, fair enough. I'll look forward to it."

"Well, I have to get back to work." They both stood up. "I'll see you tonight. Bye Steve."

"Bye Diana." He watched her walk away.

Several weeks later, it's their third date and Diana decided it was time to tell him the truth about her unusual family history. She had told him a few facts about his visit to the island, but nothing specific about the war only that the island inhabited women; no men. That dream hadn't happened yet, according to Steve, but he did dream of the war, but he was in it but he found this entire situation unbelievable.

They met at her place. They were both nervous, but excited. It took everything in Diana not to show him the watch. Deep inside, she felt it would be the key to his latent memories of his other life. After a light dinner, they were in the living room enjoying easy listening and another glass of wine.

"More?" She asked and filled his glass.

"That's good, thanks," he said and took a sip. He did notice the watch on the coffee table. He was tempted to touch it, but it wasn't his, was it?

She took a deep breath. "Where do I start?"

"The beginning is usually the best," he replied.

"Alright, but first, would you like to dance?"

"Dance, well," he paused. "I gather we've danced before?"

"Yes, we have and it was nice."

He stood up and held out his hand. She took it. In front of the fireplace, they swayed to the music, enjoying their closeness.

"This is nice," he said and waited for her to look at him.

"Yes, it is." A few minutes later, and another song began to play. They stopped dancing.

"This is going to sound strange, but the watch; is it yours or mine?"

"It's mine, but you gave it to me a long time ago."

After that reply, his heart began to pound for some reason. "I guess that means we're connected through the watch?"

She squeezed his hand. "Yes, we are, but you don't have to touch it if it doesn't feel right."

He glanced at her face and he felt encouraged. "I'm fine. Okay; I'll do it."

"If you're sure?"

"I'm sure, Diana." He picked it up and moved his fingers over the face of the watch, but nothing happened. "I'm sorry."

Disappointed, she said, "No, it's alright, maybe we," she started, but then Steve closed his eyes and fell back.

"Steve?" She caught him before he hit the floor and laid him down. She picked up the watch and set it aside.

He woke up moments later. "What happened?"

"You fainted. Do you remember?"

His eyes roamed over her face then he touched her cheek. "I remember."

She couldn't believe it. "Are you saying that the watch worked?"

"Yes, it did," he replied. Then he leaned up and kissed her. A little stunned to be kissing him again, but then she melted, and returned his kisses. His lips flowed over her cheek then down her throat. "I remember our night in Veld, then the airplane, and then," he hesitated.

She touched his lips. "You came back to me. That's all I know." She moved away, then "Let's go in here."

He took her hand and followed her inside her bedroom. It was a very nice bedroom, with warm shades of blue and gold, reminding him of the island.

He touched his forehead. "So many memories."

"Lay down and relax. We can… talk for a while."

"I don't want to talk." He paused. "Let me kiss you and love you. It's been forever."

Her eyes watered remembering that night. "Forever."

He clutched her to him tightly. "We're together now." He pulled away and began to undress. She did the same. In bed underneath the covers, his kisses were just as sweet and loving as she remembered, maybe even more so. She savored every touch he gave her, the hunger of his lips, as she responded with all the love and desire inside her.

Love. She understood what it meant to love, and joy bubbled up and rose in her. She'd found her soul mate… again. She wanted to observe the world through his eyes… again. She wanted to spend a lifetime listening to his voice, following him in his footsteps… again, if he would only let her stay by his side and not disappear as if it hadn't happened; if they hadn't happened.

She was quiet. "Are you alright?" He saw her tears.

"I'm perfect and so are you."

He smiled and then pulled her closer and nibbled her ear and down her throat, slid his hand between their bodies and touched her breast. Desired flowed through her veins, then his mouth replaced his fingers. She met his hunger with her own as she kissed him, open mouthed kisses until it wasn't enough. He continued to smother her with kisses until he leaned up and spread her legs wider. Her sex was wet and he couldn't resist her and she realized this wasn't a dream, but he was there with her.

"Steve, I love you too."

"Oh, Diana, I've dreamed of this, you and me. I know it sounds strange but it's true."

"Oh, just love me," she whispered about to cry.

"With pleasure." He touched her sex and her hips lifted and his kisses roamed over her belly, then he was there between her legs, kissing, licking and sucking and Diana wanted to scream, it felt so good. "You taste like the sun, the stars and all manner of otherworldly delights."

His words turned her on even more if that were possible. "Oh yes," she murmured.

He continued to love her with his lips, tongue and fingers and she shuddered with rapture, but he had to be inside then he pushed her legs wide apart. She gripped his powerful arms and held on tight as he filled her to her hilt, pulled out then back inside of her again. She moaned with delight continuously and he loved the sound. He wanted to spend the rest of his life like this, just like this. Minutes later, he felt her walls grip him, heard her cry his name and then he too flew into the sun.

He collapsed beside her, cleaned them up a bit, pulled her close within his arms. He kissed her temple; she sighed and kissed his chest.

"You remember all of it?" She had to know.

"Yeah, all of it," he replied and pulled her closer.

"Oh, Steve, so much time," she said.

"I know," he said, "But we found each other."

She leaned up on her elbow to see his face. "I still can't believe it. You're really here." Her eyes watered.

"Don't cry, Okay? You'll have me in tears." He teased with a watery smile.

Then she noticed the scars. She touched them lightly. "So many."

"Yes, I have been to war a few times."

She leaned into him. "War. When will humans learn?"

"I guess it's in our nature to kill each other."

"But love will save the world. They must know that by now."

"We can show them that if you want to change the world, you can."

"I still believe that. I do."

He touched her cheek. "I do too."

He had to kiss her again and he did.

The end?

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Song Inspiration: Forest Fire, Brighton.

A/N: This story was inspired by a 'modern AU' photoset on Tumblr. You can search my blog under: 'Wondertrev' or 'Modern AU.' Thanks for reading. It's been a while, since April, but I loved writing this one. Until next time. Please comment, favorite, all are welcome.