Lord Randall was arrested; one count of assault against Vivian, and then later, five counts of murder. His first five wives had all died; Randall had said they were accidents, but after what he had done to Vivian, the Interstellar Police Force began reinvestigating. They found that he had, indeed, broken them. He was locked away, and he will never get out.

Vivian and I lived together for almost a year when I got an idea.

Jim was working on the roof of the Benbow inn; several shingles had been lost during a particularly nasty storm the previous night, and Sarah had asked him to go up and fix them. It was a hot and sunny day now, the sky clear and blue. Jim had abandoned his brown work shirt, tossing it to the side after tearing it off. He worked wearing only black work pants.

It was summer once again, almost a year since Vivian's arrival at the Benbow. Jim's thoughts traveled to her as he worked. Since the encounter with Vivian's father and intended husband, life had gotten rather quiet for the couple. They spent their days working around the inn, Vivian mostly in the kitchen, Jim mostly where ever he was needed.

Silver had arrived back at the inn about a month after the encounter with Lord Alders; he no longer hid his robotic appendages beneath a traveling cloak, and he had abandoned his large travel cap. "Jimbo!" The cyborg had called happily upon entering the front door of the inn, thankfully managing to get inside before the sky opened up and drowned him.

Jim had been cleaning tables since he was unable to work outside because of the impending bad weather. Vivian had opened the front door to let Silver in and now was looking at her husband with a smile. "Look who it is Jim," she said, closing the door, shutting out the storm that would begin shortly.

Alders had kept his word – all the warrants for Silver's arrest had been destroyed and he was a free man. "Ye know I's t'ain't t'e type fer stayin in one place fer too long," Silver said to Jim. "But, I was hopen' you'd be willin' to let me stay 'ere fer a time. 'Elp me te make a honest livin'."

And so Silver was hired on as a cook at the inn. Sarah was more than happy to have him, but B.E.N. required some convincing. "Jimmy, how do you know you can even trust him? Don't you remember the whole 'blast yeh all te kingdom come?' thing?"

Jim shushed the robot, taking a tight hold of his head so that he couldn't talk anymore, as they stood in the kitchen; Sarah had stepped out to show Silver to a room he could stay in. Vivian placed a reassuring hand on B.E.N.'s shoulder. "B.E.N., don't worry. We can trust Silver; I'm sure of it."

"Yeah, c'mon B.E.N.," Jim said softly before releasing the robot's head. "I'm not asking you to trust Silver; you're entitled to your own opinion. But just please don't say anything about that to my mom."

"You haven't told her?" Jim jumped on B.E.N. again as the robot spazzed, his eyes protruding from his head slightly as he shouted.

Vivian put her free hand on the back of B.E.N.'s head. "B.E.N., calm down!"

B.E.N. mumbled a response that sounded vaguely like 'You guys are insane,' through Jim's vice like grip. "B.E.N., I swear, I'll never ask you to do anything again, just please – please - don't tell my mom!" Jim said.

The robot eventually agreed, but shook his needle like finger at them before leaving the kitchen. "But if he flips on ya', don't come cryin' to me!"

"Jim?"

Jim was pulled from his musings; He looked to the window just to his right. Vivian was poking her head out, watching him as he crouched on the roof, hammer raised as he attempted to fix the roof. He lowered it as he looked at her. Her hair was a bit longer, but always pulled into a braid. Today it hung down her back.

Vivian was wearing a short sleeved green dress, all one solid piece that hung to just below her knees. Since she worked indoors most of the time, she tended to wear either socks (which Sarah didn't really approve of) or simple dress slippers (which Sarah thought were the cutest things ever.) "What are you staring at, silly?" Vivian asked, giving Jim a large smile.

Jim cleared his throat. "I was just…um," he stammered, setting the hammer on the roof and then reaching and rubbing the back of his neck. "You look…erm-"

Vivian's laugh cut him off. "Silver thought you might be hungry," she said, turning around and sitting on the window's ledge. "He made some bonzabeast stew-"

Jim groaned. "It is way too hot for stew," he said as Vivian wiggled her way out onto the roof.

"I know that," she said, trying to avoid looking down as she crawled out of the window. She held a medium sized wood bowl in her hand. "That's why I brought you these." Vivian finally managed to crawl over to Jim without falling off the roof and without spilling the contents of the bowl. Jim looked over the rim; inside were five large and ripe purps.

Jim smiled at Vivian as he turned around to sit on the roof. "You're great, you know that right?"

Vivian smiled in return as she settled down beside him barely giving the bowl of purps room between them. "I've been told that every so often," she said with a laugh. She reached into the purp bowl and took one, taking a quick bite of it.

Jim followed suit, realizing that he was rather hungry. He took hold of the largest purp in the bowl, knowing full and well that Vivian wouldn't want it (she preferred smaller foods for some reason.) Jim took a bite and released a satisfied sigh. "You chilled them too?"

Vivian laughed a little again. "Uh-huh," she said softly, taking another bite of her purp.

Jim sat up and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I love you," he said.

Vivian laughed, this time more loudly. "I love you too, despite the fact that you just got purp juice all over my face!"

Vivian wiped at her cheek with the back of her right hand, but that didn't help it any. She popped the last bite of her purp in her mouth before turning to face Jim again. He was giving her a pleased yet dreamy look. She laughed a little as she spoke. "What? Did I spread it around?"

"Marry me."

Vivian froze, her hand poised to wipe at her cheek again. She gave Jim a slightly confused look. "Jim, I…we're already married."

Jim nodded a little, reaching out and taking her left hand in his. He reached a hand into the pocket of his black pants, a smile coming across his face. "I know that, but…Marry me again," he said, pulling a small ring from his pocket.

Vivian gave a small squeak; pinched between his thumb and forefinger, Jim held a beautiful ring. It was a simple gold band with a pink stone carved in the shape of a heart in the center. "It's rose opal," Jim said, slipping the ring on to Vivian's left ring finger. "I know how much you like them because I heard you talking with mom and the captain."

Vivian held her hand splayed out once Jim had slipped the ring on her finger; she looked at the smooth stone, the shiny gold, and then finally back to Jim. "Oh, Jim, I," she started, not sure what exactly she could say.

Jim, nervous by Vivian's silence, gently took Vivian's hand back into his own. "It'll be just like last time just…with more planning." When Vivian gave Jim a confused look, he began rambling as fast as he could. "I love you Vivian, and I really want to give you everything you could ever dream of. That includes a wedding; not a quickie ceremony like we had, but a big fancy wedding, with your own dress, and guests and food and-"

Vivian firmly pressed her lips to Jim's, first of all in an attempt to get him to stop rambling. As cute as she thought it was, it was kind of hard to process things when he rambled. Secondly, she just wanted to kiss him. It still, almost a full year later, completely blew her mind that there was someone like Jim in her life. Someone who cared so much about her and wanted her to be happy. She hadn't had much of that in her life before him. It still caught her by surprise.

Jim released Vivian's hand and wrapped his arms around her. Vivian was turned toward him slightly as they sat on the roof. Jim rolled onto his knees effortlessly and turned Vivian more toward him, his arms moving to be around her waist. Vivian's arms wound their way around Jim's neck and she leaned back slightly as she deepened the kiss.

These kisses were nothing new to the couple; on the contrary. They were a 'daily indulgence' that occurred at random times throughout the day. Jim would often come into the kitchen as Vivian cleaned up after dinner and he would kiss her. He would pick her up and set her on the counter and kiss her, holding her tightly and wanting to pull her closer.

They were lying down now, Jim on top of Vivian. He licked at her bottom lip, grinning slightly when he tasted purp juice. Before Vivian could comply with his request to deepen the kiss further, Jim pulled back slightly. "So," he asked, his bangs hanging down and tickling Vivian's forehead slightly. "What do you say?"

Vivian gave him a quick kiss before speaking. "Yes," she said softly, looking up into Jim's endless blue eyes. "A thousand times yes."

Muahahaha! I've managed to write another one, this time fighting the effects of Nite-Quil! Anything for my readers!

Emily, are you rocking out to 'Don't Stop Believing?' yet? Well, ya' should be!

Thanks so much for reviewing you guys! You have no idea how happy your words make me! Seriously, I like run through the house screaming "I got another review!" I annoy the piss out of my sister with it.

So yeah, the next chapter will be Jim's and Vivian's big fancy wedding, which I'm really excited about. I went to the music library and did research on wedding music; seriously, I ripped like 6 CDs to my computer that are nothing but music for weddings. Whoever I date in the future might freak out if they look in my music. Teehee!

So yeah, you know the procedure: Read and review, and I will try my best to update quickly. I'm finished with my class, so now I can focus on writing for about two and a half weeks before my next class starts up. Fun.

Oh, and before I forget! I'm starting a story that is under the X-overs category. It's called 'Interviews!' and it's an opportunity for my readers to ask any characters from any of my stories questions. (That's why it's an X-over; I write stories for many different categories ^_^). So if you want to ask Vivian (or anyone really. Go check out my other stories! You might like my other characters!) a question, go to the story and send in a review with what you want to know and who the question is for. As I get reviews, I'll post chapters with responses. Oh, and you can even ask me questions of you like!

And feel free to ask characters like Jim or Delbert questions. Writing their responses will help me practice writing their characters! Yay!

So yeah, R&R, go check out 'Interviews!' and review!

Until next Time ~BBTM