A/N: sorry, my disclaimer and stuff didn't show up on the last chapter so I'll do it now. (Little sisters can be soooooo annoying) Anyway I got a question about last chap and I'm going to answer it!

Disclaimer: That's just stupid. Is that even ethical? I think not....

Jersygirl13: no, she wasn't at his funeral, just visiting. And yeah, she was sad, but hey, laughter is the best medicine from what I've been told....

DaggerOuill: Thanks for the reviews!

Angel1987: Look! I updated!!

"'Ar you ready to go yet?!"

"No."

"How bout now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"Henri! Will you be patient? I'll be ready when I'm ready! Go bug James!" yelled Sarah from her room.

"Fine! But vhen I get back, you had bettar be ready!"

Finally!

James was down in the foyer, rereading his most recent story about the war, his thoughts were interrupted when a small French boy came bounding down the stairs.

"Fine! But vhen I get back, you had bettar be ready!" screamed the little boy.

"Henri! Must you be so loud!?" James asked incredulously.

"Oiu," answered the small boy as he stalked off to the kitchen.

James stood up, shaking his head.

"Henri, I'll be going to the store to pick up some stuff for tonight, so I'll see you latter, okay?" he asked as he headed up stairs to get his jacket and see if Sarah wanted to come. As he headed up the stairs, James thought through exactly what was going to happen that night in his head. He would ask Sarah to dance, seeming to be a gentleman, then ask her if she would like to go for a walk, where she would get cold and he would give her his over-coat (still being gentlemanly), he would then ease her into small talk where he'd indulge her in politics, then lead her into a 'What-If' conversation where he would 'accidentally-on-purpose' drop the 'What If We Were Together?' question. And that is how he would test her without her knowing it.

When he reached to her room, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts; he forgot to knock, so when he walked in, Sarah's shrill, screechy, British voice slammed into his ears like the time he was smacked in the head with her pillow.

"JAMES?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!"

"AAAAHHHH!" he yelled, covering his eyes with both his arms. "AAAAHHHH, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!" he cried out as he tripped over his feet and fell from his haste to get out the room. When he threw out his arms to catch himself, he got a glimpse of Sarah standing with her back to a full length mirror, holding a dress in front of her. He didn't see her front, but he saw her back in the mirror, and, well, he saw more then he was supposed to. Luckily, when he was falling, he grabbed the door knob and slammed the door shut just as he reached the floor. It was a good thing, too, or he would've had a metal bed pan for a new hat.

When he reached the floor, he heard the unmistakable crunch of the bed pan slamming into the door.

"Hey, what's going on up there, James?!" came out Moses' voice from the floor below.

"Uhhh, nothing, Moses," said James, standing up and looking around for some kind of cover up.

"Didn't sound like 'nothing'...," he said, coming up the stairs.

"Well, it was... it was... ummm... it was.... It was just... uhhh... I fell. You know, not paying attention... reading my latest story and... yeah, you get the point...," stated James nervously as he ran to the top of the stairs to block Moses from the splintered wood from the door.

Moses looked at him for a second, studding him closely, trying to see if he was telling the truth. He seemed to accept James's story because he nodded his head and walked away.

James sighed and leaned against the wall in relief. But this little episode of carelessness just seemed to complicate things between him and Sarah even more then what they already were.

A moment later he heard the door that just saved his life, click open and then close with a very livid Brit in front of it.

"What. In. God's. Name. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?" she asked in the most dangerous voice she could muster. As she grew to know the young American, she found it was near impossible to stay mad a him. 'But this is just too scandalous to ignore,' she thought. 'I mean, what would Mother think? A young man, barging into a young lady's quarters... very inappropriate....'

"Um... well, I was going to get some stuff for to night at the general store, and so I was on my way to get my coat from my room and I thought, 'Hey, Sarah might want to come with me,' so I was so busy thinking about what I would say to you, I just lost track of what I was doing..," he said putting his head down so she wouldn't know that he was lying. A small smile crept its way on to his face at what he had planed that night.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked in her 'I-Should-Be-Mad-At-You' voice.

James quickly wiped the smile off his face and said, "Nothing!"

"Right...," she said as she tuned her back to him, grabbing her coat.

"W-wha-what are you doing?" he said as he eyed her suspiciously and pointed at her coat.

"Getting my coat," she said slowly, as though talking to a small child.

"I know that," he said rolling his eyes, "but, why?"

"Well, you invited me to go; and I'm going," she said as she stalked out of her room and into James's.

James just stood there, mouth open and still pointing at an imaginary coat, in a daze. "Wait! After everything that I just did, after what I just sa—I mean, you're still gonna come with?" he asked with a confused and worried expression on his face.

"You mean, 'you're still going to come with me'" she said, auto-correcting him. "And, yes I am going to go with you," she said as though she just received the greatest Christmas gift in the whole world.