Danny Reagan was sure he was the luckiest guy in the world. One of his best friends, Jimmy, had introduced Danny to his little sister. She was blonde, spoke her mind, had the most bewitching smile, and eyes like a crystal blue sky. Danny had a few classes with her, and saw her regularly. He went to the prom with another girl, and left with the beautiful blonde. They graduated, she went to college, he enrolled in the Marines. He was back for RR, and every chance he got, hung out with his girl. Today, he was getting ready to go on a date with her.

"But why?" Twelve year old Jamie asked his mother as he watched her make dinner.

"Because Danny's going on a date." Mary explained, handing Jamie a piece of chicken.

He nodded, popping the chicken in his mouth. "It's good. Hot, but good."

"I'm going now, bye!" Danny yelled, trying to make a clean getaway.

"Wait! Lemme see you!" Mary walked into the foyer.

"Ma!" He rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you are so cute!" She grasped his chin, talking in that voice that everyone hated.

"I'm gonna be late!" Danny tried to get his mother to stop.

"You're always late," Erin said, walking past them. "And it's not like Linda doesn't know that."

"I gotta go," Danny ignored his sister, "see ya."


Linda O'Shea looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her bangs were curled, her lashes whirled, and she felt like crap. She put her hand on her forehead; she felt like she had a fever. "What are you doing, Linda?" She shook her head as she walked to the pantry to retrieve the thermometer.

"Someone's lookin' fancy," Bridget, her roommate, stated, leaning on the door frame.

"A miracle happened, Bridget. I'm going out with Danny-"

"I thought you and Danny were pretty hot and heavy. Where's the miracle?"

"The miracle is I'm going out feeling like crap, with a..." she placed the thermometer under her tongue and waited. "103 temperature! I must be really in love with this guy!"


"You look really good in that dress," Danny told Linda as they walked the streets of New York.

"Thank you. You clean up pretty good yourself." She sighed, flipping her hair from her shoulders.

"What's the matter?"

"It's hot." She shrugged out of her lime green sweater. "Really hot... are you hot? I mean temperature wise, not physically."

Danny chuckled, "I'm fine."

"Really? It's, like, surface-of-the-sun hot!"

"Hold the phone," he stopped walking, thinking that her hand did feel warmer than usual.

"What?"

He put his hand on her forehead, "you're burning up!"

"I know. I've got a temperature of a hundred and three... isn't that a song?"

"103?! Linda! You, who has an LPN license, went out with a 103 degree fever?"

"Yeah... did you know you have cute little smile crinkles?" She pointed to them and swayed a little.

Danny put his hands on her shoulders. "Come on, I think I should take you home."

"Can we get ice cream?"

"You're sick and you want ice cream?"

"I'm not sick, just hot." Linda explained, "plus, it would cool me down."

"Fine. One ice cream, then you're going to home."


"You could've just said you were sick," Danny told Linda in the elevator.

"I wanted to see you." Linda pouted, letting Danny steer her to her apartment.

"I wanted to see you, too. But I would've come over."

"You're sweet," she smiled feverishly.

"You're sweet, too. But I really think you should go in there and take something."

"That's a good idea." Linda looked at Danny, wondering if she should kiss him. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Despite my fever, I had fun."

"I had fun, too." Danny kissed her hot cheek, "see ya tomorrow?"

"Yeah. And everyday till you have to leave again."

"Right. I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most. G'night."

"Night." Linda carefully stepped into her apartment. "Congratulate me, Brie. I'm an idiot!"

Bridget chuckled, "your fever spiked?"

"Oh, yeah."