"Oh darling, are you sure about this?" Patsy asked breathlessly as Delia pushed her against the wall.

"No," Delia replied honestly. "Earlier today I had no idea that I needed this. Now, I just know I want it. Be brave, right?"

Patsy let herself be pulled into the heat and intensity of the kiss. Delia had her pushed up against the wall in one of the restroom stalls for a while now. Delia had a sense of confidence and roughness she didn't have in the hotel earlier. Patsy figured it was from the excitement of being at a Kate Andrews concert, getting invited to the after party at a club deemed safe for everyone and the three or four, Patsy lost count, drinks she had had.

Delia had certainly given into her liquid courage. She had been running her hands up and down the bare skin under Patsy's blouse since the moment she locked the stall door behind them. Delia then ran her hand lower into the front of her trousers and then even lower.

"Delia," Patsy was able to choke out before the feeling hit her throat and left her struggling for breath. "Special time, proper place," she said quickly and high pitched as she guided Delia's hands to a more appropriate place.

But, Patsy wasn't able to find a place that felt acceptable and took a step back from her.

"We should really rejoin everyone," Patsy stated.

"Oofph! Hope I am not interrupting something ladies," Vera stated as they walked out of the stall. She was re-applying her eye makeup while sipping a drink at the sinks.

Patsy waited for Delia to get embarrassed so she could swoop in and save her but she barely blushed.

"A welcomed interruption or someone might have gotten out of hand," Patsy admitted cheerily as Delia clung to her arm.

Vera started to laugh and struggled to hide her glee as she looked up from Delia to Patsy with a smile.

"I heard Betty and Kate talking of going to the hot dog stand down the street pretty soon. Might as well hurry and catch them. Seems that one needs some food," Vera suggested, finishing her makeup and her drink.

Patsy sighed relived. "Thank you."

"London kids! Hot dogs?" Betty asked pointing at them when they reached the street outside the bar.

"Yes! Thank you for waiting," Patsy replied.

Betty nodded at her with a smile on her face. Patsy then noticed Kate was also smiling at her.

"Hi, I don't think we have been properly introduced," Kate said holding out her hand to Delia. "I'm Kate Andrews."

"Shit, yeah. I know," Delia blurted through her excitement. "I-I…your records…I've…"

Betty chuckled a bit and Patsy smiled. It was the sense of amusement most people on the tour got from watching fans loss it over meeting Kate. Newer friends, like Patsy, understood perfectly. The old friends who met Kate as a nervous factory girl with a spotty back story found it hilarious.

Kate smiled at Delia. They were walking a few steps ahead of Betty and Patsy.

"Relax, sweetie," Kate said to Delia, as she watched her hands shake slightly and the quickly glance over her shoulder at Patsy. "I'm not that exciting."

Delia looked at her and nervously laughed. "No, I mean yes you are. I have been constantly listening to your records in my room and now I'm just walking down the street with you. But that's not the why I'm nervous," Delia rambled.

Kate smiled. "I know. Any way I could help?"

Delia hesitated for a moment, but the street was nearly empty, she was with Kate Andrews and Patsy had said something about her girlfriend being a prize fighter or something like that.

"When did you become brave enough to stop caring what people think?" Delia asked quietly.

Kate thought that was what she might ask. Patsy had told her and Betty that Delia was more nervous about it now than she had been. Kate decided she would just tell her the whole story. She pretty much did before when she just listed off song titles and watched in amusement as Delia the super fan made all the connections.

"After I ran scared twice and late once," Kate said.

"'Scared twice, late once?'" Delia repeated as she slowly made the connection.

Kate nodded. She helped Patsy pick which records to send Delia and thought that one would be a good choice. It was a single she recorded for a homosexual rights group in New York just before she left for the tour.

"Piano misconnection and something with fiery lights?" Delia was struggling to remember the words. The song wasn't one of her favorites as of yet.

Kate nodded. "She kissed me."

"And you weren't ready?" Delia asked.

Kate smirked to herself. "No that wasn't the reason I ran, not that time. I was scared. It wasn't because she was a girl or that people were around. It was me I was afraid of. I was afraid of how much I enjoyed it."

Delia felt confused. She understood. She had felt afraid too, part of her still did, but she couldn't work out a reason. "Why?"

"My father wasn't a very good man. He used to tell me it was a sin and made sure I knew it was. At the time I couldn't tell the difference between what he said was him loving me and what Betty had been doing. So, I ran back to him." Kate smiled, "Then Betty found me and brought me back home. But, I was still scared and I wasn't ready. So I ran from her again to this sweet, stupid boy we had passed around.

"I finally got the confidence after I lost everything. The boy left me, not that I minded. But, Betty," Kate took a deep breath and smiled, "she went to prison for me."

Delia knew she should be shocked, but she didn't feel it. Did she already know that? Or maybe it was because she felt her heart jump as she predicted the familiarity of what Kate was about to say.

"And I was left standing in the same spot I had been for so long. I was finally ready for Betty to be beside me, but I had waited too long. So, I stopped caring, being scared and acting like I thought I should. I wanted to be strong for when Betty returned," Kate said softly.

She saw the look in Delia's eyes and knew that had been the answer she was looking for.

"I don't know if I'm at that point yet," Delia admitted softly.

"It takes time and Patsy understands that," Kate reassured her. "Just make sure you are before the police get involved."

Delia laughed. "Well, I don't think I have committed any crimes."

"That you remember," Patsy added as she and Betty stepped behind Delia and Kate as they reached the hot dog stand's line.

Delia turned around and was hesitant to smile.

"You haven't," Patsy clarified with a smile.

"That was unfair you know, scaring me like that," Delia shot back at her.

Patsy just grinned. Kate stepped back and let them order together.

"You are amazing," Betty leaned over to Kate and said. They were walking back to the club now. Delia and Patsy were ahead of them, both eating their hot dogs.

"Thank you but could you be more specific," Kate replied with a straight face.

Betty laughed. "This plan, to help the kids."

Kate nodded in agreement. "Delia still seems a bit nervous but she's not going to run."

"Nah, opposite," Betty said. "Patsy said she's going back to London with her."

Kate gazed at Betty with excitement.

"Yeah," Betty nodded. "Patsy going to go home with her to explain to her parents and then they are going off to London. You're amazing."

"I got the idea from you. You're the sappy romantic," Kate teased her.

"You going to pretend you don't love it, Miss Andrews?"

The next afternoon, Delia nervously grabbed for Patsy's hand as the train pulled closer to her town's station. Patsy had her coat on her lap and moved it over their hands.

"Girls can hold hands," Desmond stated from his seat across from them. He had spent most of the time looking out the window and ignoring them completely.

"Thanks, Des," Delia replied with a sigh.

Patsy smiled at her annoyance.

"Oh, is this one of those difference in perspective things that I 'can't' understand yet?" Desmond asked. "Howell always says stuff like that."

"He's smart," Delia replied.

He nodded in agreement and turned back to the window. Delia squeezed Patsy hand under the coat.

"We are almost there," Delia said, just as the announcement was made.

"You go first," Patsy said when the train stopped. "I'll get the bags."

Delia nodded. She wanted a chance to explain herself to her mother, since she didn't know Patsy was coming back with her. Her family really did need a telephone.

Patsy watched from the train window as Delia greeted her mother and aunt. She saw Delia's mother's face drop in concern and Delia nervously turned back to the train. Patsy figured that was her cue.

She walked off the train with the bags. She hadn't felt very nervous until that moment. She pretty much ran away from Mrs. Busby the last and only time they met. She had been too unknowing and flippant for Patsy to handle then. She felt stronger now and hoped it would hold up.

"Hello Mrs. Busby," Patsy said with a smile when she reached them.

"Hello again…" she started.

"Patsy," Desmond added, his face showing he found it odd that she didn't know her name.

Delia's aunt seemed to read the tension and hurried everyone to the car. Delia nudged Desmond to sit between her and Patsy in the back. He found it a fair choice since he was the shortest.

Patsy smiled when she saw the blue farmhouse in the distance when Delia's aunt pulled off the main road. She turned to look at Delia. Her gaze was fixed out the other window, probably to avoid her Mother's gaze from the passenger seat.

Patsy's smile faded and she turned back to look at the house. She realized it had not matter that Delia didn't see her. Delia had told her so much about the house she grew up in before. Now, she barely remembered it.

"Have you been here before?" Desmond asked, apparently he saw her.

"No," Patsy said. "Delia had just told me about it."

"I have?" Delia turned to them and asked.

"Just a few times," Patsy answered.

"Are you going to come from Christmas?" Desmond asked excited. "After Howell brought Llyod home for the first time, he started coming for Christmas."

Delia's face went red and Patsy thought she heard Mrs. Bubsy scoff or gasp from the front seat.

"We will have to see," Patsy replied, taking longer than she would have liked to think of an acceptable answer.

Delia stood nervously outside of her aunt's car and stared at her house. Her mother had already gone inside, she couldn't seem to get away from her fast enough.

"What if this was all a horrible mistake?" Delia asked Patsy when she stood beside her, bags in hand and friendly goodbyes given to her aunt and cousin.

Patsy simply shrugged. "I'll try my best, but I also cannot promise anything."

Delia smiled at her and then entered her house. Patsy cautiously followed behind. They followed Delia's mother into the kitchen. Delia stated they both would like tea. She sat at the kitchen table and Patsy thought sitting beside her seemed like the best option.

"How long is your friend planning on staying with us, Delia?" Her mother asked while pouring the tea.

Patsy and Delia both picked up on the mean slant she added to 'friend'. Delia pressed her lips together to hold back her tears. Patsy would have been fine but saw her and then was forced to do the same.

'Be brave, yeah?' Patsy mouthed Delia's words to her from across the table.

"Not long," Delia told her. "We-I am going to go back to London with her."

Delia's mother quickly turned away from the tea cups on the counter and glared at her.

"Do you think you can just leave?" Delia's mother questioned.

Delia didn't respond. Patsy glanced at her and then realized she wasn't moving.

"Just abandon you family on a whim again?" Delia's mother offered up.

"Deels?" Patsy asked concerned.

Delia didn't react to either comment.

"Have nothing to say, do you?" her mother called.

Patsy ignored Mrs. Busby, got out of her chair and knelt beside Delia's.

"Delia?" Patsy asked into her girlfriend's blank face. Patsy placed her hands around Delia's torso.

"Miss Mount!" Delia's mother exclaimed.

Patsy would have been more angry if she was less concerned. "I am not being forward, Mrs. Busby. I think she is having a seizure."

Just then Delia started shaking and jerking in her chair. Patsy guided her the best she could out of her chair and into the floor. Patsy got her to the ground. She took her hands away and let Delia shake freely.

Mrs. Busby protested, but Patsy told her it was the best way. Patsy covered her tear stricken face with her hand and breathed heavily into her palm.

Patsy noticed when she went limp about a minute later and when she struggled to open her eyes a few minutes later.

Delia looked up at Patsy with strained breath and confusion. Her eyes darted around for a moment and then met hers.

"Patsy?" Delia asked in tear-filled concern.

Patsy nodded frantically. "Yes, darling," she replied.

Delia's mother appeared at her other side. Patsy pulled herself back from going in to kiss Delia on the cheek. Delia let her mother embrace her without protest and then looked up at Patsy in need. She nodded.

"She should rest," Patsy announced. "I suggest she goes to her bed
room."

After a bit of pleading from Delia and professional sounding suggestions from Patsy, Mrs. Busby let Patsy help Delia up to her bedroom on her own and let them be alone.

Patsy had helped Delia into her bed. She pulled the blankets around her and leaned down to lightly kiss her on the forehead. Delia muttered something. She was still mostly out of it. Patsy had read enough to know she shouldn't be worried, but part of her still was.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed when she noticed Kate smiling at her. Patsy smirked and walked over to Delia's record player. She picked up the record sleeve with the smiling Kate Andrews photo on it. Patsy recognized it. Vera told her it was the sleeve they used for singles or other non-record recordings Kate had done.

Patsy knew she hadn't sent it to Delia. She had a few before, but those were all back in London. Patsy flipped to the back to see if the description was filled out. It wasn't and there was a note taped to it.

'"Hopefully you find someone to walk through life with," Patsy whispered to her.

"I'm sorry," Delia said quietly from the bed.

Patsy jumped a bit and turned around. Delia was still laying in the bed how Patsy had left her.

"What are you sorry for, darling?" Patsy asked compassionately as she walked back over to the bed.

She knelt beside it to make herself eye-to-eye with Delia.

"I messed up everything," Delia said tearfully.

"Delia, are you apologizing for having a seizure?" Patsy said with a hint of accusation.

"I haven't had one in a few weeks. I thought I was back to normal…no normal…not normal…I want…myself…you for…" A few tears escaped Delia's eyes as she forced them shut and jerk her had down into her pillow in frustration.

Patsy reached out and squeezed her shoulder. "Delia, you never need to apologize for this or try to be something you aren't for me."

"London still?" Delia whispered with her eyes still closed.

Patsy leaned into to kiss her on the check. She didn't speak again until Delia opened her eyes.

"Yes," Patsy replied simply. "I don't care what has changed, how you have changed. I've changed too. Things are different now and they will be moving forward. But I still love you the same way I always have."

"Yeah?" Delia said tearfully, tilting her head to Patsy.

"Yeah," Patsy said as she kissed her. It wasn't passionate, just comfort and understanding. It was the first time Delia could remember them kissing like that.

"I'm going to go speak to your mother. You are my someone and this walk isn't over," Patsy told her as she stood.

"I don't even know who that note is from. It is just signed 'MR'," Delia admitted.

Patsy smiled down at her. "I do. And she is waiting for us back in Cardiff."

After a kiss goodbye and a promise from Delia that she would sleep, Patsy made her way down the stairs to speak with her mother. She was going to have to add that simple note that was weirdly giving her so much confidence to the long list of things she needed to thank Kate for.

"Miss Mount," Delia's mother said when Patsy turned the stairs into the kitchen. "How is Delia doing?"

"She is resting. She will be fine in a few hours," Patsy replied.

"And rid of her delusional ideas?" Mrs. Busby asked.

It didn't sound as mean as Patsy had expected it to be.

"She is planning to go back to London with me. That is why I came here with her," Patsy said calming. She decided to sit at the table. With the tenseness of the room it felt like some sort of power play, but Patsy really didn't trust herself to remain standing without shaking.

"She should be with her family, Miss Mount and her family is here not in London."

"Her life is," Patsy replied calmly.

"You?" she replied in disgust.

"Not just me. She had lived there for years. Her job, friends, flat is all there."

"She doesn't have that job anymore and she never had a flat."

"No, she doesn't have that job," Patsy replied. "But, that doesn't mean she cannot get it back one day. She doesn't have a flat, but I still have the one we planned to live in."

"She is still in need of medical assistance."

It seemed like a weak excuse but Patsy decided not to treat it as such.

"I am a nurse, ma'am. Most of our friends are nurses or doctors. She will have more medical attention than she would ever receive here."

"They will not care for her like her family will," Mrs. Busby said.

Patsy took a depth breathe. She might be pushing too far but she felt it was important to say.

"I know it is not what you want to hear, Mrs. Bubsy but I love your daughter. Nobody, save for maybe you, cares more about her than I do. I also have the medical training needed to make sure nothing happens to her," Patsy admitted wholeheartedly.

Mrs. Busby angrily looked away from Patsy and the back again.

"You know, before she went to London and was corrupted by you she used to step out with men," she hissed.

"And women," Patsy added. "But Delia doesn't remember any of that. She only remembers me."

"How do I know you are not manipulating us to seduce her away?"

Patsy was at a loss for comebacks.

"Christ sake!" Pasty heard from the bottom of the stairs.

"Delia!" Patsy and Mrs. Busby exclaimed together.

"You are supposed to be resting," Patsy added softly.

Delia smiled at her concern. "I will later, I promise. I just had a feeling like you needed some help." Delia turned her attention to her mother. "She is not tricking me or forcing me, Mother. Hardly anything makes sense to me or feels right, but Patsy does. I am sorry if you disagree and find my choice wrong, but I am going back to London with Patsy."

Mrs. Busby seemed to huff in anger and disappointment. "You can't run to me when this all falls to pieces."

Delia nodded matter-a-factly. "I won't need to. It won't."

"If you say so," her mother stated.

Delia just nodded again. "I am going to go rest now. Come on, Patsy."

She grabbed Patsy hand and led her upstairs and back into her room.

"That was amazing," Patsy told her once her bedroom door was closed.

Delia smiled and nodded but then started to collapse as her legs gave out.

"Whoa!" Patsy exalimed as she caught her around the waist. "Back to bed with you."

Delia nodded. She let Patsy put her back into bed again. She wasn't even trying to go anywhere when Delia seized her arm just about the wrist.

"Lie with me," Delia said softly.

Patsy smiled and got into the bed beside her. She put her arms around her and felt her warmth as she moved back against her. Patsy knew she wasn't going to sleep. She was too elated by everything that had happened.

She did it. The grand romantic gesture had worked. She had been dreaming about this moment since Delia peered back at her blank-faced from a hospital bed in The London. She dreamed of getting her to remember who she was, win her back and get her back to London where she belonged.

Delia muttered something in her sleep and turned over. She squirmed for a moment and then was still again with her head on Patsy's shoulder and her arm around her.

Patsy held her a bit tighter. It really had all came true.