A/N This is a little late for Valentine's Day but I am posting it anyway for my dear friend AnnaMB. I thought I had lost it but I came across it the other day buried in a work file (oops). Hope you enjoy. Reviews are always appreciated.

As always, I don't own…

Anna jumped slightly when her phone rang. She had been so absorbed in working on her project that she hadn't even noticed it was time for John's nightly phone call. He was in Paris doing a promotional tour for his new tv show and Anna was stuck in St. Andrews with a major assignment due on Tuesday. She was supposed to have joined him for the weekend but it didn't look like her presentation would be done in time. It was already Thursday night and she couldn't afford any more slip ups after her project in her other class. It had been due this past Tuesday and somehow she hadn't saved it. She'd had to present using only her handouts.

She rubbed her hands over her eyes and answered the phone, "Hello love."

"Hello," John's rich lilt came over the line and immediately made her feel better, "I was beginning to think you had already gone to bed."

"Bed?" Anna replied, "I wish. I'm no where near far enough on this thing to go to bed any time soon. How is your trip going?"

"Miserable," John grumbled.

"Are the audiences not receiving the show well?" Anna sounded concerned.

"No, they love it. It's not that. It's just, what's the point of being in the most romantic city in the world if you're not here with me? I miss you."

"I miss you too. I'm not exactly thrilled to be hunched over this desk making a powerpoint while my man's in Paris. And Saturday is Valentine's Day."

"Yes, I left that part out on purpose."

"Our first Valentine's Day. We were broken up this time last year."

John chuckled, "I was leaving that part out too."

"I could still make it over if I get a lot of work done tomorrow, but I have a 3 hour class, so it doesn't look good," she sighed.

"Anna, don't rush it. I don't want you to make a mistake and hurt your grade. Remember what happened last week."

"Oh, don't worry. I learned my lesson. I've been checking my saves about every two minutes," this time it was her turn to laugh.

"Still, I don't want you to feel pressured to get it done. We have all the Valentine's Days for the rest of our lives to be together. Besides," he reassured, "I have a feeling you'll be receiving a surprise or two this weekend."

"Well I hope it's not another dog! I love Angus, but he and Beauty are plenty just now."

She could hear John's smile in his reply, "No, it's not another dog. Something more traditional than that. Anyway, I best let you get back to work. I just wanted to say goodnight and that I love you."

"I love you too, John. Break a leg."

The next day

Anna had gotten up early and gotten a lot of work done on her project before her class. She thought she might just finish in time to catch a late flight and join John in Paris anyway, but this afternoon was proving difficult. In class, Jane had asked her for some help on her own project and of course Anna couldn't say no. They had worked together in the group's shared office for about an hour before Jane had left. That put Anna another whole hour behind.

She was just starting to be 'in the zone' and make some progress when Joseph Molesley came in and sat on the corner of her desk. "How's it coming?" he asked, fiddling with Anna's notes.

"Not very well I'm afraid. I'm actually rather stressed out about getting it done," she tried to hint.

"Mmmm, that's a shame. And weren't you supposed to be meeting Mr. Bates in Paris this weekend?"

"I was," Anna hinted again, tilting her head in the direction of the door, 'but I can't if I don't get this finished."

"Yes," Molesley replied, making no move towards the door. "Anna, can I ask you something?"

"What?" she answered a bit impatiently.

"Do you think, and be honest, brutally honest in fact. It won't hurt my feelings. I need to know the truth and…"

"JOSEPH! I can't answer you honestly or any other way for that matter if you don't tell me what you want to know."

"Oh, yes, well, it's Miss Baxter you see..."

"Oh god," Anna thought as he continued, "did he have to ask her advice now?" She glanced at the time in the corner of her computer screen hoping he didn't see her. She had no wish to be rude but her window of opportunity to see John was rapidly melting away. If she didn't leave St. Adrews by 7:00 there was no point.

"... so what do you think?" Moseley finished.

Anna took a guess, "Joseph, you're a great guy. Any woman would be lucky to go out with you. I think you should just ask her out."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes," Anna said quickly, "in fact, I think you should go and find her right now before you lose your nerve."

He stood and puffed out his chest, "I think I'll do just that. Thanks Anna!"

Later that evening

Anna rushed up to the counter and bought her ticket to Paris. The last minute purchase was frightfully expensive but she knew John wouldn't mind her using the credit card he had given her. This was just the kind of thing he loved for her to do with it.

She made her way through security really quickly seeing as how it was so late and realized that she had enough time to get something to eat before her flight left. With that thought, her stomach growled. Eating airport food might not be her idea of a great meal but she hadn't eaten since breakfast and knowing John waited for her in Paris would more than make up for the poor food and high price.

She bought a sandwich, an apple and a bottle of water and sat back to relax. She felt elated and proud of herself. She had powered through the rest of her work quickly and efficiently. She triple checked both the handouts and the powerpoint and all was as it should be. Now it would be just a short flight and she would be with John.

As these thoughts passed through her head she realized just how excited she was when she imagined one of the men in the crowd departing a plane looked just like her husband. He had John's build, his saunter and even the leather garment bag thrown over his shoulder looked like John's. Suddenly she realized… it was him.

He was past her now and she cried out, "John!"

The man stopped and looked around in surprise at the sound of her voice, a huge smile breaking across his face as he saw her. Anna grabbed her purse and ran to meet him, even leaving her carry on bag at the table.

She flung herself into his arms and he kissed her. When they backed away to look at one another they both said, "What are you doing here?" at exactly the same time.

Both laughed, "I was coming to spend the weekend with you," they uttered in unison and laughed again.

Finally, John spoke alone, "What about your project?"

"All done and checked over, so I was catching the last flight to Paris to be with you."

"And I took the last flight to London and then here to be with you. Lucky we didn't miss each other."

"That is lucky." Anna put her arm through his and led him back to the table to get her luggage.

"Should I buy a return ticket so we can go back to Paris?" he asked.

"Let's just go home."

"Are you sure? That doesn't sound very romantic."

"What could be more romantic than spending time together in our own home, just the two of us? Besides, didn't you say you were sending me surprises?"

"I did indeed," he smiled and kissed her again. "In fact, one of them is right here," he continued, pointing to himself.

"Yes, you are a wonderful surprise," Anna teased, "but I was expecting something with a red bow."

John leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Oh there's a bow. And I think we'll both enjoy what it takes for you to find it."