A/N: I DON'T OWN THE MOVIE CHARACTERS!

Well…This is…Nice

Rafe and Maureen kept on waking down a street to find the place that Maureen wanted to take him. "So rough day at the office, Rafe?"

Rafe laughed, "Yes, fairly rough. There was this boy in today that was doing the same sort of things I used to do at the base. Parties, Chicken, borrowing the planes for a while with out know one knowing—''

Maureen interrupted, "You mean you stole them?"

"Well, not stole exactly—''

"You stole them!" Maureen exclaimed. "Tough Joe 'I Follow the Rules' Army used to steal planes!?"

"Only for the night, and they were hardly ever damaged," Rafe said with a smirk.

"Well, I guess it's true, you do learn new things about people."

They continued walking down the street until they heard music playing. As they walked more the music got louder. Rafe gave Maureen a questioning look and all she did was smile. A couple of minutes later they arrived at a place called THE GLASS.

As they walked closer there was a bit of a line to get into the joint. "Hello Wally!" Maureen screamed to the guy who was letting the people in. Wally waved back. Maureen ran up to him holding onto Rafe's hand dragging him with her.

"I haven't seen you here in a while, Maureen," Wally said with a smile.

"Well you know, things to do, people to see, that sort of thing," she said back. "Rafe this is Wally, Wally, this is Rafe," she said intro.

Wally waved at Rafe but didn't look like Rafe would be on his good side any time soon. "Hello, Rafe. Well, I suppose I can let you both in right now," and he stepped back to reveal the door.

"Thanks, Wally, you're a doll," Maureen said as she stepped into the room with loud music and lots of dancing. "Rafe, you alright?" Maureen said putting a hand on his back.

Rafe certainly liked the feel of her hand but answered lightly, "I'm fine, just the Wally guy is a little bit intimidating," Rafe said but he was caught up by her laughter.

"Wally will do that to you. Trust me on this one, he went easy on you. Once you get to know him he is a great guy. Protective, but one of the best men I know."

"I hope so," Rafe said like a wish.

"So would you like to dance, Rafe?" Maureen said looking at him, "I mean, there is great music, and dancing looks like fun and—'' she was cut off.

"Dancing sounds great with me," he answered. Rafe grabbed a hold of her small hand in his strong bigger one and pulled her onto the floor where every one was having a good time. ~I hope I'm not so bad at dancing, ~Rafe thought. ~It's been so long since I have danced like this, and I want her to have a great time~he twirled her around, ~Whoa she looks great tonight~.

Maureen wore a large smile, having the time of her life. Her legs and arms hadn't moved so well and so fast for a while, and it felt great to be able to get up, dance and forget about her worries. ~Rafe, is a really great dancer, I wonder where he learned, I'm going to have to move a little bit faster to keep up~. Just as soon as she made a resolution to go faster she tripped and fell on to the floor, blushing madly.

"Are you hurt," Rafe asked sincerely.

"Ya, just fine, maybe I should sit down for a moment,"she said as she found a booth, with the help of Rafe who was supporting her as she walked. ~Great Maureen! You have scared him and made a fool out of yourself~. "I'm so sorry, Rafe, my foot slipped,"she made her excuse.

"I've done that myself. Are you sure you aren't hurt?"

"My ankle is a little sore," she admitted.

"Here, let me look at it," he got to the side of her chair and lifted up her leg, looking closely at her ankle. "Well, you may have sprained it a bit," he saw the look on her face, "but if you rest on it tonight, you should be fine for tomorrow."

That reassured Maureen, because she had to work the following night.

"Maureen, would you like to go home now?" Rafe asked, he really didn't want her to go, but he wanted her to be comfortable.

"It's a little ways away. I'll just get a room for the night," she said, but she didn't know how she could pay for it, she was a little behind on her rent money anyway.

"No, you can stay at the base tonight with me, that's if you like hard beds, I will take the chair," he said generously.

"I think that I will take you up on that, but you have to let me sleep in the chair, I couldn't put you out even more than I already am."

"Here's a compromise, how about sharing the bed? I promise I wont lay a hand on you," he was very hopeful, he wouldn't try anything, he knew, but he did like the idea of holding her.

"That sounds great, now let's see if I can get up," she stepped out of the seat, but t was very hard. Rafe ended up giving her support. Seeing that she wouldn't be able to walk he got a taxi that was waiting outside.

"We could have walked, Rafe," she said disapprovingly.

"No, we couldn't have, you would have hurt your ankle even more, please don't argue with me on this one, Maureen," he had a grin.

They got to the base and walked into Rafe's little apartment, cosier than the barracks. Rafe got his mail and laid it down on the table. After setting Maureen down on the chair for a moment he regarded his mail. When he got to his fourth letter he dropped it on the ground, his face growing pale.

"Rafe, what's wrong?" Maureen asked.

Rafe bent down and picked up the letter that had the return address

Daniel Walker

243 Wilson Road

Starbrooke, Pennsylvania

Author's note: Ok! I am Canadian, so I know little to nil about towns in the US, so forgive me. Please review.