Disclaimer: Last time I checked I didn't see my name go across the screen during the credits…

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"You'd better come in"

"I can?"

"Damn, I'm speaking French again aren't I?! Do you want me to change my mind Messer?"

He quickly walked through the front door, taking his shoes off, and placing them on the shoe caddy.

"Want a drink?"

"No." Drink.I wouldnt be able to hold the damn thing.

"Okay. You'd better sit down."

He walked over to the couch, terrified that she was going to tell him to pick his sorry ass up and get out of her life. Realising he still had his back to her; he turned to a teary eyed girlfriend. Well ex-girlfriend. God that killed him.

"Lindsay, I."

"No. You listen to me Messer."

He shut up and sat down. Danny Messer was well trained. When women in his life were pissed off with him, he was well aware, and did exactly what he was told. He made a mental note to thank his mother for letting Lindsay know that. Why was it he introduced them again?

"I don't know what the hell your problem is. Do you like wasting your time? 4 years Dan, 4. Does that not mean anything? You spent 1 and a half pawning after me. We flirt. We have fun. We eat bugs together. You support me, even though I shut you out. You spend God only knows how much on a last minute plane ticket to Montana. You spent a weekend with my parents before we were even dating. You were a hostage because you took my shift, after our first night together. You run down the subway tracks to stop a train that's gonna kill me if it crashes. The kid that you love as much if he was your own dies and the only person in the world you want is me... to comfort you. You take me to your childhood house. I meet your parents. You move in. You finally tell me you love me. Then one day "it's not working for you". Then, to top that off, you slam the door shut in my face. And the next day you come to get your things when I'm at work…?"

Shit. She'd stopped. He knew that She wanted an explanation and he didn't have one. Not a good one. A decent, worthy explanation of why he'd royally screwed up – again.

"I don't know Linds"

"But Danny, you said you loved me, and then the next thing you're saying is 'it's not working'?"

"Lindsay, falling in love with someone isn't always going to be easy... The Anger... The tears... The laughter... It's when you want to be together despite it all. That's when you truly love another. And that's now. I know that now."

"Wow, Danny that's deep… How the hell did you think of something like that? How are you so sure anyway?"

"Mom told me so."

"Danny-."

She knew there had been something behind it. There was no way that he'd think of something as poetic as that. And she was damn sure they were the words of Isabella Messer anyway.

He grinned. She laughed.

She loved his grin. He loved her laugh.

"But seriously, if you're willing to, well, 'ya know, take me back… Then I know my mom would really appreciate it."

"Danny."

"Linds, I don't love you because I need you, I need you because I love you. I can't deal without you in my life. Please."

A tear came to her eye. She could tell by the look on his face and the pain in his eyes that he was sorry, that he wasn't messing around.

"Danny. I need to know. What do you want from me?"

It didn't hurt to ask.

"All I know is that it's you I want to see walking down the aisle towards the altar where I'm standing, waiting for you. It's you I want hold to hands with in the delivery room, whilst you're screaming at me saying you hate me for doing this to you, and I'm there telling you that if I could I'd be taking the pain away right there and then... And it's you I want to spend the rest of my life with. Nobody else, just you."

She knew that the last intake of breath had been loud and sharp, and she'd stopped breathing ever since.

"Linds?"

"I know, I know. Give me a minute here Dan"

She felt she needed to compose herself. Well, start breathing first would be a good starting point she figured. Realisation hit her.

Danny Messer had just talked about marriage and children. She knew she had to say something, anything really, just something. . And something quick

"Look Lindsay, am I wasting my time here. Do you even feel the same?"

"What? The fact that I can never get you out of my head, or the way I get weak in the knees when I get lost in your eyes. Or maybe the way I can't breathe properly when you're around. And the way I think that our hands match perfectly, and the fact that I've actually taken the time to think that our hands match perfectly. Or the way my heart skips a beat when I see you, when I think about you. Like the way you catch all of my attention by not even saying a word. And the way we act like three-year-olds. And like the way I fall in love over and over again. How about the way you hug and kiss me. The way you made me fall in love... No Danny. No, I don't feel the same."

"I'm confused." She doesn't feel the same, but she loves me?

"Heard of a thing called sarcasm?"

He rolled his eyes.

"You gotta stop doing that"

"I will when you do"

"Montana, Honey, I'm sorry. I love you. Take me back?"

"Of course"

He grinned. His stomach flipped. The butterflies inside attacked him. His heart started beating again. The ache inside his heart was gone.

"Hold that thought"

With that, he got up, ran to the door, and shut it again. Forgetting he didn't have his keys, he had to put what he was carrying down, and knock for her to let him in.

She looked at him puzzled.

Why did he have 4 suitcases, 9 boxes, and his teddy under his arm and a snooker cue in his hand?

"Danny?"

"Okay, I kinda forgot that we decided we didn't need my apartment anymore. Can I stay here wit you?"

She laughed. Shrek? Seriously? After all the poetic crap he was not quoting Eddie Murphy from Shrek?

"Donkey" She said with her best Scottish accent.

"Can I stay here wit' you please?"

"Sure. But I aint helping you with them boxes cowboy"

"Fine, they can stay in the hallway forever and a day then."

"Yeah, like they did last time, until I called your mom, and she unpacked for you"

"Exactly like the last time then."

"Not exactly like last time"

"How you mean"

"You won't be moving out this time, unless it's with me."

"Deal"

"Good to hear"

She turned and went towards the bathroom.

"Oh and Messer" she turned.

"Pull a stunt like this again, and I will call your mother."

He nodded solemnly, and she walked into the bathroom

He looked around the room –

"Yikes – maybe I should start putting things away…"

With her ear pressed against the bathroom door she chuckled.

"You do that Messer"

Now, she just had to find something to do whilst he put his stuff away…

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Okay. So I said it was just a two parter, but I might carry it on for a while… Milk the muse while it lasts! See where it takes me :)

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