Title: Our Next Life
Category: Romance/Humor/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Join me in ten years," the message said. "Then we'll see what happens next."

Disclaimer: Since I own them you all must pay ME for the use of them…oh, wait…that's not me. Don't own them, never will : (
Author's Notes: Feedback Love

Chapter 12

Thanksgiving Day…

They had woken up earlier than usual for work. Josh's apartment had to be ready for the big holiday get together that day. He and Donna were supposed to set up everything the night before but Josh had had other ideas.

"We need to pull your dining room table out and move the couch," Donna stated when Josh came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck, and resting his chin on her shoulder. They were both still in their pajamas, boxers and a t-shirt (both sets were Josh's).

"No, we don't," he commented. "There's enough space."

"And we have to clean, Josh. I told you to cleanup a little, we don't want them to think we live like pigs!"

"They won't think we live like pigs, they'll think I live like a pig!" She pulled away from him and gave him a look, her eyebrows raised and arms crossed.

"I'm sure they're figured out by now that I'm over here a lot."

"So?"

"So?" she echoed. "Josh, it's my duty as your girlfriend to keep you in line!"

"Keep me in line?" he yelled throwing his arms up in the air. "Who are you to…NO ONE keeps ME in line!" Why were they arguing? A minute ago they were fine.

"If you can't even keep your apartment clean then you need someone to keep you in line!" Donna heatedly responded. Josh was fuming.

"I…I…I can't believe you! Everyone knows I'm not like that! You're not even living with me! We shouldn't be fighting about this, this is a STUPID argument!" he hollered.

"Don't call my arguments stupid!" she shouted back.

"I wouldn't if they weren't." His voice was still raised.

"Real mature, Josh!"

"MARRY ME!" he roared. Suddenly there was complete silence. The couple was staring at each other, their eyes churning with emotions, chests heaving.

"What?" she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Marry me?" Josh said, returning to his normal voice. "Please." His eyes flicked around the room and back to hers. "I know that wasn't how it should have come out, but…but I need someone to keep me in line…Please, marry me." Donna opened her mouth to speak but Josh cut her off. "Wait a second! Hold that thought, I'll be right back."

He ran to the bedroom and pulled open his sock drawer, and poked around like a child in a museum full of "do not touch" signs. Finally, his hand hit the velvet box. Josh ran back to Donna and got down on one knee.

"Marry me?" He asked one more time, holding out the open box, his eyes big and brown.

"Yes," she replied and nodded. "Yes." He stood up and pulled her into his arms. Donna breathed in his scent. "I'm having this feeling of déjà vu," she said.

"Odd, so am I," Josh spoke as he slipped the ring on her finger.

- - - - - - - -

Thanksgiving Day A Little Over One Hundred Years Ago…

"Your office is a mess!" Jean yelled. She and Dan had been arguing. They were the only ones left in the office after a long day of dealing with patients. After dating for over a year Dan was invited over for a big holiday dinner with Jean's family…and they were late.

"Maybe if I had a nurse who could be organized and do her job…" Dan's shouting was cut off by the resounding slap that he heard and felt across his face.

"Don't you dare degrade me; I keep you as organized as I can! It's not easy! You don't make it easy!" Jean roared. Dan was holding a hand to his cheek where she had hit him.

"Sometimes I just want to…I just want to…Marry you!" Dan clamped his mouth shut the second those words flew out.

"What!"

Dan decided to bite the bullet. He'd been meaning to do this for awhile, and since it slipped out he figured taking it back would be a bad thing.

"I want you to marry me. Hold on a second." He jogged out of the nurse's station and to his office, pulling out one of his desk drawers and looking through it like he was digging for gold. Finally, when his hand hit the velvet box he had been looking for he grabbed it and ran back to Jean, sliding towards her on one knee.

"Marry me, please, Jean," he said once he glided to a stop.

"Yes," she replied, pulling him up and giving him a kiss. "But don't think this gets you out of the dog house."

"The thought never entered my mind," Dan said while slipping on the ring. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

A/N: Sorry if you thought this was weakly written, I'm not sure it's my best. Please comment, only a few sections left!