Authors Note: Well once again I find I am doing something I have NEVER done - I have two endings for this story. I did one of them and was not entirely happy with it but could not decide how to improve on it without making it worse, so I wrote a different ending and was not anymore pleased with it (to be totally honest with you). So here I offer you one of the two endings and tomorrow I will post the other. It would mean a great deal to me; as a writer who wishes to expand, grow, and improve, to know your thoughts on each ending. Please let me know which you like best and why and let me know which you think fits the story and the characters of the TV canon the best, and why. Thank you so very much :)

Ending One

"Walt and I were in school with her from ninth-grade on and from the day she met him she tried to get her hooks in him."

"Henry."

"She, as they say, 'had the hots' for Walt."

"Henry!"

"What? She did. Still does as far as I know."

Vic started, involuntary, in the direction of the woman in question, causing Walt to straighten his arms out in front of him and take a lunging step or two to regain his hold on her.

"That what."

"Oh," Henry saw the fire blaze in Vic's eyes and looked back to Walt, "Sorry."

Walt pulled Vic back to his chest, her shoulder resting against his chest as he wove his arms back around her and attempted to turn her to face him.

She didn't struggle with him but she did wrestle a bit trying to control her turn so she could keep her eyes on the woman in question.

He tried drawing her attention, "Vic high school was a long time ago."

"Maybe, but that dance she trapped you into was just a little while ago. I thought she was..."

Both Henry and Walt prompted when she stalled out, "What?"

"Way to free with her hands."

The two men shared a look over the top of Vic's head; both sure that was not how she was initially going to phrase her observation.

Walt took it as a good sign that Vic was trying to reign in her temper, even if she had yet to look away from Lucylle's direction. He looked to Henry for help and received an 'I do not know' look back, 'thanks for nothing, you started this' was his glared reply. That earned him a blank stare effectively ending the silent conversation. Walt was on his own even if Henry stayed for moral support. Henry looked at Vic and then glanced over his shoulder to Lucylle, he then looked at Walt and made sure Walt saw as he dipped his eyes to Vic and back up to Walt's.

Right. Damage control, "Vic Lucylle and I never, uhm, I never, that is we were never, uh, romantically involved."

"You never screwed her, I get it. But, I'd bet if you went up and offered, she'd jump you right here in the square."

"I wouldn't, ever, and that's a vulgar term for a beautiful experience."

His attempt to get Vic off the subject of Lucylle nearly backfired. Although it did turn Vic's total attention to him, it was more than he'd bargained for.

Her head swung around and her eyes blazed, "Beautiful experience? With Lucylle?!"

She began to struggle against his arms and his reflex was to tighten his hold. Her arms were effectively pinned to her sides but he knew this was mostly because she was still allowing him to hold her.

He risked leaning closer, to get his mouth as close to her ear as possible, before whispering firmly, "No I never made love to Lucylle. We had no sexual contact of any kind."

Vic turned her head in the tight confines of their position and looked him in the eye, reading all that was there. He allowed her time to see what she needed to see before quietly adding, "She kissed me one time and one time only." Walt continued to let Vic hold his eyes and read the truth of his words, "The day Martha and announced our marriage several women, too many, kissed me in congratulations. Just as too many men kissed Martha for the same reason."

They had their own silent, private conversation for a moment or two. After which Vic slipped her arms out from between their bodies and snaked them up around his neck, "So I guess I don't get to kick her phony little snobbish ass?"

Walt's mouth ticked up at one corner and he gave her a lopsided grin, "Sorry, no reason to." "Besides it wouldn't do to kick someone's ass on our first date."

"Or any of them."

"Okay then." The second word was more assumed than heard as Vic pulled his head to hers and nearly gave those around them a replay of the Varsity doorway exchange.

The electricity between them ignited reactions neither had the will nor desire to curtail.

Henry gave them a moment to collect themselves and remember where they were. When that didn't happen, he cleared his throat, 'for all the good that did not do'. He then placed a gentle hand on each of them at the top of their respective shoulders; still no response. So, he was forced to attempt to pry them apart before they embarrassed themselves and everyone within sight of their passionate display.

Silent and gentle was not working. He tried not to look as though he were trying to join in their all too public display as he gripped their shoulders a little tighter, braced his feet for leverage, and leaned his face close to their ears.

"Walter. Vic. You are both about to leave nothing of your relationship a mystery to anyone." He was pulling them in opposite directions; at least he was trying to. "That means everyone here." Letting out a deep sigh he used the last in his verbal arsenal, "Walter, that everyone would include your daughter, Cady. Do you really want Cady to ..."

His hands were gaining distance from each other as his friends separated by mere inches and began drawing in lung filling breaths of air. Henry stood, watching them stare at each other and wondered how much longer they could have lasted before one of them passed out. It took them close to a minute to regain control of their breathing and return it to normal.

"Walt I suggest the two of you go to your office or one of your respective homes." Henry gave them a pointed look and then explained, "I would have suggested Sunrise Meadows, but I do not believe that would be conducive to your current state of communication as it is too public a venue."

Vic slipped her arms around Walt's waist and rested her head against his should. Her passion fogged brain was not up for deciphering Henry speak and decided to leave it to Walt; he had much more experience with the Cheyenne Nation and probably understood him clearly already.

Walt looked from his friend down to the woman in his arms and back up to Henry, a quizzical expression played across his face as though he were unsure what to do.

Henry gave him his most patient look and prompted, "Go home, Walter."

Walt nodded and started automatically toward the bronco, with one arm draped across Vic's shoulders. Vic shifted her position and moved along side of him with an arm around his waist. They were more intent on holding on to each other than walking quickly.

Their movements were slow and a bit weaving as they made their way to the bronco. Vic asked as they started across the street, "What's Sunrise Meadow, I've never heard of it?"

"That's not an official name. It's a beautiful meadow out at the edge of town where kids would go to be alone. Got its name from a couple who claimed they lost track of time and were alerted by the sunrise; said they made it home just before their folks got up that morning."

He walked her around to the passenger side, unlocked and opened the door for her, and held out his hand.

Vic smiled her thanks as she took his hand and stepped up into the cab of the truck, "Doesn't sound too public?"

Walt continued to hold her hand after she was seated, "I think Henry was implying that we need to find a very private place at this point." He titled his head and raised an eyebrow in question.

Vic smiled knowingly at him, "Henry's really smart."

Walt smile back, "Yep."