We won the gold metal.

It didn't sink in until that night, at the Olympic banquet. Jack was my escort, of course, and so I took care to look my best. I wore a long royal blue strapless dress with a low cut back, crisscrossed with satin laces. Kelley insisted on playing with my hair and she put it in a simple twist with shorter hairs escaping the updo and skimming my bareback. I thought I looked pretty good, and Jack seemed to agree.

"Beautiful." He murmured, taking my hand in the lobby. We decided to meet there so we could make an entrance and avoid the press.

The Kennedy ballroom was decorated in silver, sapphire, and scarlet. Jack looked very handsome in his tux, and all the guys had a date. Quite a few of them, I noticed, were fans that giggled every time their date addressed them.

There was a set of tables along one side of the ballroom, and the dance floor was on the other. Dad and the other Olympic coaches and their families sat at the head table, along with the USOC representatives. I ate with Mom and Dad, and Jack ate with his family, so we didn't get much of a chance to talk. The dinner itself was fabulous, the best caterer in New York.

There were some long-winded speeches that Kelley, Adam and I made faces at each other during, but then we moved to the dance floor. I met Jack's parents, Jonathan and Mary O'Callahan, and his sister Krista. They were very nice, and Mr. O'Callahan and I shared a dance while Jack and his mom waltzed across the floor.

"So, how long have you and Jack known each other?"

I glanced over to my boyfriend. "For about seven months. We started dating in Norway, five months ago. I really like him Mr. O'Callahan."

"He really likes you too Dana."

Jack and I switched partners by the end of the song, and he pulled me closer than I though was respectable with our parents watching us. "You know I love you right?"

I nodded, my forehead pressed against his. "I love you so much Jack." I ran my hand across his cheek and kissed him lightly. "I'm so proud of you."

He glanced behind me and took a deep breath. "I love you." He said finally.

I smiled. "You said that already."

Jack let go of my hand and reached into his pocket. "Will you marry me?" he asked, producing a delicate diamond ring.

"What?" We had stopped dancing in the center of the floor.

"Marry me. I love you; you are everything I've ever wanted in a person. Every time you're in my arms I never want to let you go. I would be honored if you would choose to spend the rest of your life with me, because I want nothing more than to be with you until death do us part." Jack got down on one knee and repeated his question. "Will you marry me?"

I keeled down on the floor with him and kissed him, pouring out every emotion I had when it came to Jack O'Callahan. "I would be honored." I whispered hoarsely, standing up.

Jack's face split into a grin and he slipped the band onto my finger. As soon as he did, I heard cheering. I turned around to see most of the team watching us, applauding.

"You knew about this, didn't you?" I asked Robbie.

He nodded. "It was supposed to happen that night Mark and I ran into you."

"We were checking for a ring."

"Did you loose your nerve?" I asked, pulling Jack's arm tighter around my waist.

"No," he shrugged, "It wasn't the right moment."


I'd still love some thoughts on pairings for my new fic. Right now I'm leaning towards a Rizzo/OC or Mac/OC fic but a Rammer one is one I haven't thought of. The problems I'm seeing is that if I don't see a romance there already- i.e. I don't think they're boyfriend material –I won't be getting out good/fast updates. But let me know, and I'll do the best I can. Another thing, there is a documented interview right after they won the US/Soviet game and it was a bunch of fans and a couple of the players that were celebrating the win. Jimmy Craig and Mike Eruzione were among them.