Author's Big Fat Totally Trivial Announcement: As you can see, I've gone form being 'pansyphoenix' to 'felicityphoenix.' Since Pansy Parkinson didn't get to marry Draco in Deathly Hallows, much to my dismay, I thought it was time to move on and 'phoenix-ify' another favorite literary charatcter. Who better than Felicity? So reborn form the ashes of the username-barbeque-charcoal-briquette pile, I will now post as felicityphoenix! Don't worry, you'll still get the same cheesy drugstore romance novel hoo-ha you've been getting all along. The only other thing that's changed is that I'm sleepier than ever.

Angel eyes...see the glory
Angel eyes...know the story
They see the hearts that break
They see th love you make
The story never ends
Every heart that's been broken
by just a word that's been spoken
Heaven keeps the score
There's always something more,
if only you believe
Every heart wants redemtion
and deep inside there's a connection
that's waiting for the touch,
it doesn't take too much,
to set your spirit free...

Felicity's hands were actually shaking as she gripped the ladder dangling from the sally port to the boat waiting below. She was actually getting off the ship! For good this time! And she might not ever be on another sailing vessel ever gain! It was enough to make her delirious with excitement. Just below her with his head near her hip, Ben encouraged her on. "Come on, Lissie. I won't let you fall."

"Oh I know," she reassured him lightly. "I just...I can't help but remember the last time the saw the shore of Yorktown, it was fading in the distance and I was on my way to England. It has been about seven months, Ben."

Of course, he was stabbed by the guilt of it all, and it echoed in his voice. "I know, love. I'm so sorry."

She looked down at him, her smile crooked. "Now, Ben, do not get melancholy. We're home. I'm just overwhelmed by how it is actually for real. Now be a good husband-to-be and guide me down."

He grinned immediately.

"Hullo up there!" Arthur Pratt called impatiently from the smaller boat below. "We have not all day!"

"Arthur!" Felicity yelled down at him, "I am going as fast as I can! If you do not stop squirming I will throw a shoe at you!"

Beside Arthur, Elizabeth threw her head back and cackled like mad.

Felicity moved a rung down after Ben did, taking her time and making sure she did not loose her footing. It was not the best way for a lady to exit a ship, but Yorktown no longer had a pier, much less anyone to greet them. There was very little left of Yorktown at all, save for mostly damaged buildings and few people. She gulped, not wanting to think about the sadness of it as she followed Ben down carefully to the boat. She was home! At the end of the day she would be back in her own home, in the loving arms of her family. The very thought of it made her stomach flutter nervously.

Ben jumped down into the boat, ignored Elizabeth's scolding "Mind you don't tip us over, Ben Davidson!" and immediately reached for Felicity. He caught her about the waist, much to his delight, then sat the both of them down across from Arthur and Elizabeth. He kept one of Felicity's gloved hands in both of his. He looked at her with devotion and passion in his intense brown eyes. "Are you all right?"

"Yes," she breathed, trying not to sound as anxious as she was feeling. "It is just like a dream, Ben. Are we really here?"

"Aye, love. You'll be back in your own bed by nightfall."

Elizabeth grinned brightly. "Not that anyone will be interested in sleeping!"

"When I think about all that has happened..." Felicity shook her head in disbelief. "I feel like I have been gone for years! 'Tis my very own family I am returning to, and I feel like I might be a stranger to them!"

Ben put an arm around her and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I know that feeling, too, Lissie, because that is the way I felt when I first returned to you. But once I set eyes upon you, that feeling just started to fade away. I was too happy to see you to care about much else."

In response to his words she leaned into him, her forehead against his cheek. They were now waiting for Lord Eric, who was carefully descending with young Thomas on the ladder. Felicity raised her head and said to Ben, "I guess you must feel terrible about Yorktown, Ben. I'm sorry there was so much ruined."

He smiled warmly at her. "Girl, you are my home. Yorktown will rebuild, and buildings can be replaced. You cannot be replaced, nor can what we share be replaced. As long as I have you, my heart has its home."

"Oh that is so dear!" sighed Arthur, who turned to Elizabeth with emotion in his sparkling blue eyes. "Now we, too, can be married soon at last, eh?"

"Nay, Arthur Pratt!" Elizabeth insisted, to everyone's surprise. "Felicity and Ben shall marry first, and then we will! If I had not been so quick to misjudge the situation that morning, we would all four of us be married by now, so as part of my wedding gift to my best friend, I shall help her plan her wedding first. Too much time has been wasted. We will marry soon thereafter." She winced at him suspiciously. "Unless you feel that you cannot wait and want to appease your longings elsewhere?"

Felicity and Ben exchnaged an amused glance.

"Of course not!" Arthur exclaimed, taken aback. "Dearest, I am only eager to begin our lives together! Remember when Ben told us he would go to the ends of the earth and through hell-fire to have Felicity, that he would wait a hundred years to be her husband? Well that is what I feel for you!"

As Elizabeth gushed sentimentally, Felicity turned back to Ben and inquired with raised eybrows, "Did you truly say those things, Ben?"

He blushed, his boyish grin uncontainable. "Yes. There is nothing I wouldn't do."

She dropped her head upon his shoulder again, smiling brightly.

"Ah ha!" said Lord Eric as he descended the ladder and dropped into the boat energetically. "We are all here at last! When Thomas and Lettie get down here we shall be off at once! Our things will be seen to and sent in the second boat. Then our next goal will be to get a carriage to Williamsburg!" He reached up and plucked young Thomas off the ladder. The brave youngster squealed with delight as his father swung him around like a mere sack of potatoes. Lettie was shimmying down the ladder faster than any man. She too dropped into the boat, looked around to see that all was well, then sat down on Felicity's other side.

"I'm afraid that will be next to impossible," Ben told Eric as the duke settled down with Thomas in his lap beside Arthur and Elizabeth. "Yorktown was nearly obliterated in battle. There are few residents left, even fewer animals. Some of the French might still be there, but not too many, I'll wager."

"If I have to walk to Williamsburg, I will," said Felicity with unshakeable determination. "I'll even run! And if any of you cannot keep up with me, then you can stop by King's Creek and-" She gasped, suddenly struck with a thought. "King's Creek! We will be passing King's Creek! We can get a carriage there!"

"But how will we get to King's Creek to get the carriage?" giggled Elizabeth, tickled by her best friend's enthusiasm.

"Like I said. Run." Felicity smiled triumphantly.

"Oh come now, there is always a way," said Eric pleasantly. "Look at everything you lot have been through! If we had to walk, how bad would that be compared to all of that?" Upon seeing the nods and grins of his young freinds, he added, "Besides, this is my first trip to the colonies. I would very much like to see some of what it is King George was spending so much of my country's much-needed finances on in order to keep control of!"

At that Ben grinned appreciatively.

Felicity was anxiously beginning to believe that the boat would never reach the shore, even though the Captain's men were good rowmen. None of the crew were eager to see the lovely Miss Merriman-soon-to-be-Davidson and Miss Cole-soon-to-be-Pratt depart, but most of them were eager to see Williamsburg as well, having heard enough of the famed Raleigh Tavern to long for a drink in the place. Ben had to hold on to Felicity to keep her from leaping out of the boat as soon as the water was shallow enough to wade wait-deep in.

"Don't you dare, my precious bride," Ben warned with smile. "Now that I've got you back, I'm not about to let you risk drowning before we can get to the shore!"

"Oh Ben, really! The water is not that deep! You were the one who claimed was going to teach me how to swim in case you ever fell in and needed to be rescued!" she shot back, laughing at him.

"Yes, and I still mean to. After we are married! But we have to survive getting home first!"

"She isn't going to shatter, Ben," Elizabeth scolded, rolling her eyes once more at Ben's over-protectiveness. "Nor is she made of cream. As a matter of fact..." She stood up in the boat and reached for Felicity's hand. "Let's wade to the shore, Lissie!"

"Truly?" Felicity shot up immediately. "In our dresses, Beth?"

"Oh why not? We're practically there already, and there is no on the shore to care! I am so happy to have you home and all of us be home that I really just don't care! A very wise soul once told me you cannot be proper all the time! Can you recall who it was that said that?"

Felicity beamed, clasped her friend's hand, and to the astonishment of their fiances, the duke, and the rowmen alike, picked up their skirts with a free hand and stepped over the side of the boat into the now thigh-high water, squealing and laughing with reckless abandon. "Oooo!" Felicity squeaked as water immediately filled her shoes and nearly turned both girl's dresses into floatation devices. "The water is cold!"

"I know!" agreed Elizabeth laughingly, gripping Felicity's hand. "But does it not feel liberating, Lissie?"

"It does, it does!"

Arthur and Ben looked at the girls and then at one another. Simultaneously both young men scrambled out of the boat to get to the giggling, cackling duo at once. Felicity shrieked playfully and sent water splashing at Ben, who couldn't help but start laughing, too, for the sight of his love enjoying herself, happy once more, was a sight he could not resist. He just had to be with her. Always. At this moment he understood more than at any other time that there was just no living without her. There was no air to breathe, no will to live, no soul within him at all without Felicity. She was final piece of the puzzle of his life that made it complete. He grabbed her up in his arms, heavy soaked skirts and all, and worked the rest of the way to the shore as Elizabeth and Arthur played behind them.

"Still wish to marry a lady who splashes about like a mermaid in her frilly clothing and cares not what others think, Captain Davidson?" Felicity asked him teasingly, a dark, beautiful eyebrow raised.

"More than I wish for my next breath," Ben replied without hesitation. As he carried her to the shore, he kissed her deeply, concentrating intensely on her pretty soft mouth that made his loins churn with the desire to devour her entirely. Her arms wrapped about his neck and held on tightly, for the rest of her body had gone blissfully weak from such a powerful kiss. Oh yes, their return to Virginia was off to an excellent start.

Once the boat got to shore, a grinning Lord Eric lifted young Thomas up and carried him over to the still energized Felicity and Elizabeth, who were wringing their skirts out and laughing at the same time. Ben and Arthur were dumping the water out of their boots. Thomas pointed to the four of them and said, "I want to go into the water, too, Papa! May I?"

"No, son, not today I'm afraid. We must find transportation to Miss Felicity's home now."

Young Thomas looked pouty, so Elizabeth slid up to him there in Eric's arms and said, "Felicity has a younger sister and brother that will be very pleased to meet you, Little Duke! Her younger brother William is just as full of energy as you are, and he would love to show you around town. Would you like that?"

"Yes please!" The excitement was back in the six year old's eyes. Lord Eric mouthed a grateful "Thank you" to Elizabeth and she curtsied with a grin in her dampened skirts.
Ben straightened himself as best as he could considering that he was sopping wet from the thighs down. "We can go up the hill to the town-or what's left of it, anyway, and see if there is anyone who can help us in any way. Otherwise, Felicity's plan of walking to King's Creek is our only option." He nodded to the second rowboat having just left the Mercury Queen carrying their trunks. "They might have to be sent right back until a carriage can be sent for them."

"Well, at least we have a plan now." Eric set Thomas down on the sandy beach and the lad immediately began looking for shells. "You two know this place best, so lead the way!"
Grinning at Felicity, Ben took her hand and the two of them began leading the way up the slope to what was left of Yorktown. Felicity felt joy with every step she took. Despite Yorktown looking desolate, pitted, gutted and right out battle-weary, an upliftng sight met them at the top of the hill: many of the French soldiers were still there! Not as many as there once was, back in the fall of last year, but enough to further gladden the hearts of Felicity and her friends another level.

Without a doubt they caught attention. An officer on horseback turned his mount toward them. To everyone's surprise, the officer was wearing a blue coat with red facings, signifying him as an American soldier! The epaulettes on his shoulders identified him as having the rank of lieutenant as well. Ben hurried forward as the soldier moved his horse up to them and said, "Er, hello, lieutenant-I am Captain Benjamin Davidson, formerly of Lee's Legion, and my friends and I have just returned form England. That ship out there is the Mercury Queen, which we just came from. This fellow here is Lord Covington, Duke of Bel Hastings and the owner of the Mercury Queen. We have had an American escort for the past few days, with permission to anchor here so that the Duke can personally see us home to Williamsburg!" Ben had to inhale sharply after babbling so fast.

The lieutenant, a young twenty-something man with sandy hair beneath his tricorn and light brown eyes, smiled acceptingly of Ben, and reached out his hand to shake the former cavalry captain's, then Lord Eric's. Young Thomas was not shy at all, and walked right up to the big brown horse and began stroking it's shoulder admiringly. The lieutenant doffed his hat at the two young ladies and said, "Indeed! I was aware that there was a party coming in from that ship out there, but there was no harm in it since I did in fact watch you come in escorted by the schooner flying our flag." He nodded at Lord Eric. "An English Duke, you say? An excellent disguise, my good sir, for you do not look very much like one if you do not mind my saying so."

"I do not," replied Eric with an affiable smile. "I prefer not to, actually, for all the dukes in my country that I am acquainted with are a little too...stiff. My late wife always preferred me in a more casual state, and I rather like that just fine. Is that not correct, my son?"

"Yes Papa!" squeaked Thomas, grinning up at his father with a six-year-old's complete adoration.

"Ah, a little duke," mused the Lieutenant kindly. "I am Lieutenant Conner of the seventh Virginia Regiment, posted here to assist those of Rochambeau's regiments who do not speak English. In essence, I translate. I simply must know, how is it a man of the famed Lee's Legion is returning from England with a duke?"

Ben did not hesitate in his answer. "Because of this beautiful young woman here, Lieutenant Connor. My fiance, Felicity Merriman." He turned, extended his arm to the watching redhead, who stepped into his hold without thinking and allowed him to squeeze her affectionately. "Because of my own stupidity, I nearly lost this wonderful girl to the devices of an English madman who stole her away from her family in Williamsburg. My friends here had accompanied me to Bristol, England, to help me find her and bring her home. We discovered that she was finally safe in the custody of Lord Covington, who had found her on his property after she had escaped her captor with the help of this former slave and now freed black woman who is called Lettie. Without Lettie I would have lost my beloved once and for all."

"What an astounding tale!" exclaimed Connor, his light brown eyes widened. "Such an adventure is worthy of being told to an audience over ale at the good ol' Raleigh! And it is to Williamsburg you are returning?"

"Aye," said Felicity eagerly. "That is where I'm from. My father is Edward Merriman, who owns the store of the same name. I have missed my family so very much- is there no carriage here at all that we can borrow to get to Williamsburg, Lieutenant Connor?"

"Hmmm..." The lieutenant looked about him, left and right, thinking. "I know some of my French accomplices have had wagons about, to transport goods and supplies...Wait right here. Let me see if there is one still here. They go back and forth to Williamsburg all the time." He spared Lord Eric a light-hearted grin. "That is, if you find a wagon agreeable to you, Lord Covington?"

Eric laughed good-naturedly and replied, "No, my good sir, I have no argument with a wagon whatsoever!"

"And neither do we," agreed Elizabeth, beaming. "Whatever will get us to Wlliamsburg before nightfall!"

"If it will help to know, sir, my grandfather's plantation is at King's Creek, between here and Williamsburg," Felicity added. "If we may borrow a wagon just to get there, we can continue on by other means and not have to keep your transport any longer than neccessary."

"King's Creek Plantation?" Lieutenant Connor's brown eyebrows went up in mild surprise. "Why, I know that place! The overseer, a man by the name of Tate, was quite hospitable in letting some of Rochambeau's men camp upon the grounds there! I was present to assist with some translating."

Uncontrollable tears filled Felicity's eyes. "My grandfather was William Carter, sir. After his passing his slaves were freed and the plantation has stayed in my family's ownership since. To think I could actually see it again! I had begun to think that I would never..." She trailed off, too overcome with emotion to say another word. But Ben knew what she had been going to say, and kissed her temple lovingly, hating himself for being responsible for her thinking that she would never see the places she loved most again. She had actually believed that she would never see any thing or any one she loved ever again. How could she have forgiven him?

Because she was Felicity and she hated to be weighted down with negativity and sadness, that is how, Ben told himself mentally. And if I have earned that forgiveness then I damn well better not abuse it ever again! Felicity I swear to you I will make everything right for you again!

"I heard much of while I was at King's Creek," Connor told them agreeably. "He was a Loyalist, but a man who preferred peacable resolutions to conflicts. I, too, hate that there had to be war. My deepest respects to your grandmfather and your family, Miss Merriman."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," she sniffed.

He left them to find out if a wagon was available, and it turned out that there was. Rickety, riddled with musket ball-holes along one side and pulled by a couple of grey mules that looked they had just been roused from sleep, it was a joyous sight to behold for Felicity and her friends. Lord Eric even thought it was adventurous to be riding in the back of a wagon, claiming that his dear Evangeline would never have passed on a chance for adventure, no matter how small. It was clear to everyone that he had become extremely open to things, knowing that his wife would want him to live for every moment with the son that had his mother's eyes and smile. Both he and Thomas were as giddy as schoolboys as they sat on the bed of the wagon with Felicity and her friends. Lettie was speculative and curious, constantly looking about their surroundings as if seeing nature for the first time. Felicity couldn't help but wonder if the dark girl preferred to be back on the ship. If she did, Lettie gave no indication.

Felicity was also still concerned with Ben's feelings about Yorktown. If it had been Williamsburg that had been destroyed by the fighting, she would have been terribly upset. She took his hand into both of hers upon her lap and was instantly given his brightest, beautiful smile. "Ben, are you sure you are not too upset about what has happened to Yorktown? I mean, that was your home. You had friends there, didn't you? And what about your family's home?"

He was sitting right beside her. Everyone else was chatting amongst themselves and with the wagon driver, so he and Felicity basically had a moment to themselves. His face, his brown eyes, showed no sign of worry. "Felicity, I have you. That is all I care about. I know my father's house was destroyed-I would be shocked if it wasn't. But I know my father, he is all right and living temporarily in Richmond. He knew things were going to get bad, and he made prepartions for it. Do you know where his horses are being kept for now?"

"No, where"

Ben grinned even wider. "King's Creek."

Felicity gasped and beamed. "Why I had no idea! Father never said anything-I never knew-Ben, that's excellent!"

"I sort of thought so myself," Be told her, looking pleased. "Your father and mine are still very close even though its been awhile since they've seen each other. They help each other out."

"Oh I 'm so happy about that." Then something else popped into her head that she had been wondering about off and on lately. "Ben, do you think your father will like me?"
He slipped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. "Yes, Lissie, I believe he will. He hasn't seen you since just before I came to live with your family, so all he remembers is an energetic little redhead with big green eyes and a bright smile. When he ses you he will be beyond words."

"That's a nice thing to say, Ben," Felicity said meekly, blushing a ittle, "but will he approve of me?"

"I do not see why he wouldn't! You are beautiful and smart, generous and kind-hearted-what is there not to approve of?"

She bit her bottom lip worriedly. "Well, my dowry for one thing..."

Ben made an exasperated sound. "I told you that I don't care about that. I care less about it than I did the last time I told you I didn't. Our marriage is not a business arrangement. We love each other and we belong together. That is all that matters. That and the fact that we will be together no matter what. I do not care if we were the poorest folks in Virginia!"

She grinned again, a tear running down her cheek. She stretched a little bit so that she could kiss his lips quick, but Ben was quicker, catching her jaw in one gentle hand to keep the kiss going. Arthur Pratt made an exaggeratingly loud throat-clearing noise to distract them and declared, "Here now! There shall be no dramatic displays of affection until we are home, for it is not fair for one couple to engage in such antics when the other present couple is unable!"

Elizabeth laughed uncontrollably, while Ben took it upon himself to ignore the blond Brit's comedic authority and resituate himself so that he had Felicity in both of his arms tightly, intensifying their kiss by doing a thorough job of it, showing by his actions that he was not about to let anyone or anything keep him from being affectionte with his bride. In that, he had definitely gotten past his shyness, Felicity mused as he kissed her passionately. The wagon's jolting going over a tree root that extended out into the road caused the kissing couple to break apart laughing softly. Ben winked at her and she felt as overjoyed inside as she did on the outside. Dazed from Ben's intense kiss,s eh settled against him to enjoy the scenery.

When they arrived at King's creek, she had hoped that some of ther family was there. But they were not, for after being hugged good and hard by an ecstatic , he told her that none of her family felt like leaving Williamsburg until they had heard from anyone else concerning her whereabouts. had not seen Mr. Merriman for at least three months, and that was when Tatre had gone into Williamsburg for news and to visit the family. Whena sked how her father fared, he could only reply, "Miserable in spirit, weakened in body. But now that your'e back, he'll get better fast-they all will!"

He agreed that it would be a nice surprise for her to show up in a carraige from the plantation. When he found out that an actual English duke was travelling with her and her friends, he was impressed and commented that Felicity's grandfather would have enjoyed meeting a man of rank from the 'home country.' himselff was not a Loyalist, but he and got on very well, so well that Felicity's grandfather had trusted 's opinions more than his own.

"I wonder what your grandfather would think if he knew I was the fellow you would be marrying," Ben whispered to Felicity, as they stood aside from their friends, watching the old familiar carriage get hitched up to two of Grandfather's fine brown stallions. "I'm thinking that he would not like it very much."

NOW look who is concerned with family approval! Felicity thought, smiling at him tenderly. "Oh, Grandfather would come around, I know that he would. I can feel it. Once he saw how happy you make me and how much love there is between us, he would want nothing but happiness for us both!"

"He would have killed me for the way I treated you, and I would have let him," Ben said self-loathingly, his gaze falling to the ground.

"Ben," she sighed softly, shaking her red head, "we have got to put what happened behind us now. Sometimes it may be hard to, but we cannot have a future if we dwell on the heartbreak of the past, do you not agree? I know Grandfather could be a lion sometimes, but that is only because he wants what's best for the people he loves. You are what's best for me."

"I still don't see how you can feel that way after-after- Oh, God, Felicity, I just love you so damn much!" He grabbed her and hugged her, not caring who watched or what they thought. Under the circumstances, no one thought it improper at all. Felicity Merriman had been gone too long from this place, gone too long from her family, and those who knew the details of how she had come to be taken away knew that Ben Davidson would suffer for the rest of his life with guilt and emotional torture. But they also knew that Ben and Felicity belonged to each other, and that nothing could stop the course of true love.

"Well! Are you two going to just stand there embracing, or join the return party!" Arthur Pratt had his head sticking out of the carriage window. "I declare, Benjamin Davidson, you are the most amorous sort there ever was!"

"That is not true!" This came from Elizabeth, who stuck her blond head out of the window beside Arhur's, her head turned to give him an accusing gaze past the carriage door between them. "You told me the very same thing last night when we-!" She blushed suddenly, looked around at the cluster of plantation workers that had come from the fields to greet Felicity, and smiled thinly. "Pardon." And quickly she ducked back into the carriage.

Felicity laughed gently, making a mental note to question her best friend about 'last night' as soon as a time presented itself. Her hands rested on Ben's coat collar, absently smoothing it out as he pressed his lips to her forehead. After a moment of just relishing the feel of her he whispered, "It will be a while before we can be alone again, you know."

"Yes, I am aware of that. Do you mind?"

He chuckled lightly. "Of course not. Well...maybe just a little. After all, I have gotten used to you being all nice and snug in my arms at night. I don't know how I am supposed to sleep without you with me."

"Look at the situation from this perspective: when we are alone again, we will be husband and wife. There will be nothing to stop us from being together at night anymore." Her face turned upward with such a gorgeous grin that Ben immediately felt his heart soar and his loins tighten.

"Felicity! Do hurry, will you?" It was Elizabeth again. Felicity's laughter sounded like beautiful music to Ben's ears, and it awas all he could do to keep from grabbing her again, but he kept himself in check and took her over to the carriage. Lettie had just come over herself from speaking with the former slaves of the plantation who were now paid workers. The look on the dark girl's face was curious indeed.

"Sit up here with me, Lettie!" cried young Thomas from the bench where David the carriage driver sat. Usually there was only room enough for two adults to sit up there, but Thomas was so small that there would still be room enough for all three. He would be quite happy and quite safe between the two of them, which was why his father allowed him to be up there. The dark girl grinned at the young future duke irresistably. The boy had taken quite a liking to the mysterious young woman, seeing as how she was indeed a mystery and a very good climber to boot. Felicity believed her brother William would like that, too.

"All right then, are we all settled?" inquired Lord Eric, smiling around at his young companions in the carriage with him. "The wagon will bring out things to Wlliamsburg for us. I will pay them handsomely for their troubles. So, it is off to the Merriman homw at last!"

Felicity blinked away tears for the umpteenth time this day, knowing that she would not be able to hold them back any more once she caught sight of her own home. She knew she was going to start crying like she did that day Ben appeared in the duke's garden, totally unexpected. It was really happening, and it was happening this late and wonderful afternoon! She exchanged a sentimental look with Ben, who's soulful brown eyes were already upon her. He gave her hand a squeeze very much the way he did that day he escorted her to the Governor's Palace for the dancing lessons.

Everything really was going to be all right.

Angel eyes...see the morrow
Angel eyes...won't let sorrow
live inside your heart
You've got a brand new start
If only you believe
Every heart wants redemption
and deep inside there's a connection
that's waiting for the touch
it doesn't take too much
to set your spirit free
Angel eyes...want to love you
and angels fly high above you
The promise never ends
The rainbow never bends,
if only you believe
The promise never ends
The rainbow never bends,
if only you believe...
-'Angel Eyes' by Tamara Walker (one of the most beautiful songs EVER)

A/N: Where are my reviewers? And where did ff.n's Spell Check go? Everybody knows I can't spell worth a sh^% when my fingers are flying at hundred miles an hour! And tendonitis is no excuse. The first week of July I will be posting Benicity fanart on my deviant art site. Over there I'm 'bushsbunny' with a fire-rabbit as my userpic. I recently uploaded a bunch of pictures of miniature ponys to show off my skills with a cheap digital camera. Cheap isn't always bad, you know. It just not that great. :P