AN: Thanks for all the beer brands, everyone. I think I'll still choose the Canadian brands for actual drinking.

I just want to insert a little advertisement for CJ:VS7 (Crossing Jordan, Virtual Season Seven), to hit the 'airwaves' in September. A bunch of Nina LaVogue ladies got together and are working on thirty-one episodes. (That's one more than Heroes got next season) So stay tuned, WoJo shippers! Hold onto your seat, Seely fans! We've even got a 'show bible' so we'll be consistent! We have a fan 'wishlist' for VS7, and we're actually reading it! See you in September!

Now, back to your regularly scheduled fanfic.

"Uh, you do realize that you just went from 'L-word' to 'marry me' in under five minutes, right?" Woody considered the woman in front of him with confusion. A familiar position for him. This time though, her full eyes spoke the truth – she really wanted him to marry her.

She spoke in a sure tone of voice. "I guess you asked the right question. I know what I want. The rest is just… just – a pain in the ass. But, Woody, do you want to marry me, or not? Because, you know I'm not exactly an old-fashioned girl, so if you don't want that I'm OK with it, but if it's what you want then fine, let's do it fast, because…

"Whoa! You stopped making sense two because-s ago." Woody slid off the bed and knelt in front of her. He lightly rested his head on Jordan's forehead, took her hands in his, and softly said, "Yes, Jordan, there is nothing in the world I want more than to marry you."

They weren't sure who moved first, but a loving kiss unfolded. They opened themselves completely to each other. Now that it had been said by both of them, it wasn't so big. It was just a verbal confirmation of what already existed.

"Brrrrrrippp!" Lizzie voiced her approval. She wondered when these two would stop the face-thingy and get on to some serious loving. The little ones asleep, she padded over to the edge of the bed and rubbed her forehead against Woody's neck.

"Um… Lizzie? If you don't mind, I'm kind of busy right now…"

Jordan used the brief pause to catch her breath and think. She said firmly to herself, "Don't think too much, girl!"

Aloud, she said, "I have a proposal. Well, another proposal: let's get married tomorrow. I am so not into fancy clothing and flowers. That's for funerals. I'll bet if I call Paul he'll marry us right away. All we need is the license… Nige knows a guy…"

"Are you sure you want Nigel to be the one making our marriage legally binding?"

"Good point." Jordan paused for a second, then continued. "I'll call Kim, an attourney would know how to speed things up." Jordan looked at Woody with hungry eyes. "I'm tired of not being your wife." Jordan squeezed his hand. "How crazy is that?"

Jordan paused again, and doubt shaded her eyes. "Or do you want to move in together first, you know, make sure this is what we really want, because we don't want this to turn into something we rush into…

"If you say 'because' one more time… Besides. I think we can safely say we haven't rushed into anything." Woody glared with mock disapproval.

"OK. We're really going to do this. So, who are we inviting?"

Woody's eyes lit up. "Hey, maybe you should call your Dad!"

Without hesitation, she replied, "Hey, maybe you should call your brother." They both looked at the person who knew them better than anyone else in the world, trying to figure out how to get out of this one.

Once again, Lizzie rose to the occasion and lightly hopped off the bed. She squirmed her way in between them, purring, chirruping and rubbing her head on Woody's stubbly cheek. Jordan chuckled at the traitor. "She's so good! How about this, we invite one person each, and elope to city hall. We can get Paul to bless it later on, when we're ready for the whole 'inviting people' thing. I don't think God would mind."

"That means you'll invite…"

Jordan spoke quickly, "Garret. He's saved my life over and over again."

Woody's face showed mild indecision. "OK, but what about Lily?"

She hadn't thought of that. "Oh, right. Well, two each then."

"Uh-huh. That would leave me having to pick two detectives. Or maybe Nigel and Bug… that'd work, right?" He still wasn't sure about this whole elopement thing, he didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

"That sounds good… but what about Kate? She's finally starting to make friends, if I leave her out of something like this she'd pretend not to care, but it would hurt her."

"We started with just the two of us, and now we're at seven and counting. With that many, the guys at work will wonder why I didn't invite them. This is how it starts, soon we'll have a list of 500 people and we'll be making those lame party favours." They had snuggled up while they were talking, having gently moved Lizzie out of the way, so his back was leaning on the bed and she had her head on his shoulder. They sat for a moment in peace, thinking.

"Woody…"

"Jordan…"

Jordan lifted her head, and smiled. "Just the two of us, huh?"

"Yeah, that's probably the best way." He smiled back at his fiancée. "But getting a license isn't an instant thing, you need a medical certificate, then there's a waiting period of three days."

"I'm a doctor so I can do the medical certificate. If we apply to a judge, he can grant a waiver to the three day waiting period. Know any friendly judges?"

"It just so happens…" Woody grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number. He stood up, held a finger up to Jordan and wandered away, quietly attempting to call in a favour.

Jordan turned and looked at her little six pack. "Coors, Sam, Miller, Guinness, Bud, and Keystone. Hey kids, like your names?" Jordan gazed at her little miracles. She sighed in contentment, resting her head on her bed. She thought how true it was that people with pets had lower blood pressure. These little guys seemed to point out the insignificance of unimportant details.

"It's all about sticking together, isn't it kids? You guys know what's important." Her finger gently stroked them as they purred in a tangled heap of kitten parts. "Stick together." She glanced out to the living room, to see Woody smiling and hanging up the phone. He softly asked, "Ready to get married?"