Here's the last one. I actually wrote this one first. I hope you like it :)

Helen tried her best not to show how disappointed she was. She had been planning this afternoon for weeks. She couldn't hide it well enough, though.

"I'm sorry things didn't work out the way you wanted, my love" John told her. Helen sighed as she looked down at her basket. She had it all planned out. She had packed dinner for both of them, a blanket, and even some wine. John was always the romantic one, leaving her little notes or surprising her with candlelit dinners. Helen just wanted to return the favor. She had found the perfect spot to have a picnic and was quite proud of the "date" she had put together. However, it's awfully hard to properly enjoy a picnic in the pouring rain.

Everything had been prepared, John had arrived, and the pair had only taken about five steps out the door when it started to rain. John quickly ushered a very upset Helen back into the house. Now they just stood in the parlor, their plans ruined. All of a sudden John took the basket and blanket from Helen and set them on the ground. He took her hand and opened the door. He pulled her outside, down the stairs, and into the pouring rain.

"John!" Helen protested feeling her clothes and hair quickly getting soaked. "I'm getting drenched!" They reached a small park and John let go of her hand. She continued complaining to him until he reached down and gathered a little bit of mud from the ground. Without a second thought he flung it in Helen's direction. It hit her right in the face. The rain quickly washed the dirt away from a very shocked looking Helen's face. The look quickly changed to one of playful revenge as she reached down and gathered a considerably larger amount of mud. Just as she threw it John quickly dodged behind a nearby tree.

Helen picked up some more mud and started running toward John's hiding spot. She had ran a few steps, however, when she slipped and fell on her bum, the mud spattering around her. When she didn't get up right away, John quickly ran to her side to make sure she was alright.

"Helen, love, are you-" He didn't have the chance to finish his sentence. Helen had used his chivalry against him and just as he bent down to help her, hit him squarely in the face with a handful of mud. He stumbled back giving Helen the chance to jump up and run away.

John spluttered on the mud and shouted at Helen's retreating form; "I'll get you for that, Helen Magnus!" He quickly got up and ran after her. It didn't take long for him to catch her. He grabbed her around the waist causing her to giggle as she tried to escape his grip. John lost his balance as Helen tried to squirm away from him, causing the pair of them to fall to the ground. They both laid on the ground, side by side, laughing and let the rain wash the mud from their faces, hair, and clothes.

It was starting to get dark out and a few stars had started to shine in the darkening sky. The two lovers just stayed there, looking up at the sky, neither one saying anything. After a few minutes John sat up and looked at Helen. He just studied her face and smiled.

"What is it? Do I still have some mud somewhere?" Helen asked, sitting up and wiping her face.

"No, it's just-" He stopped.

"What?"

"Helen, you are truly the most beautiful woman in the world and I'm the luckiest man in the entire world." He looked at her with such love and sincerity. Helen felt herself blush at his words.

"Well then I must be the luckiest woman in the world because you, John Druitt are the most handsome man in the world." She smiled at him and his eyes twinkled at her. They just looked at each other until Helen felt herself involuntarily shiver. The darker it got, the cooler it got. The pouring rain didn't help either.

"I would offer you my jacket, Helen, but I'm afraid it wouldn't do much good. It's just as soaked as any of your clothing" John said, looking at her with an almost apologetic look. Helen couldn't help as another shiver went through her body.

All of a sudden, John jumped up, startling her. He straightened himself up, twisted the water out of his long brown hair and pulled it back into his signature ponytail. He cleared his throat, offered his hand to Helen, and, in a very serious tone, asked "Miss Magnus, would you do me the honor of accepting this dance?" Helen laughed but took his hand anyway. He pulled her up and placed his hand on her waist. "But there isn't any music, John!" Helen said, laughing as he started leading her in some sort of weird dance. They moved quickly around their small section of the park without a care in the world.

Their dance soon slowed, until they were swaying back and forth. "Are you warmer now, Helen?" John asked as he looked into her huge blue eyes.

"Much" She replied staring into his equally blue orbs. They continued dancing and the rain continued to fall from the sky. "I'm going to kiss you now, Helen Magnus." And he did.

Helen danced with John, with no care as to what time it was, or the fact the rain was showing no signs of stopping. This little adventure would cause her to catch a terrible cold, leaving her bedridden for days. She didn't care. All she knew was that, in this moment, she was in the arms of the man she loved. She would never love someone the same way she loved John Druitt. Soon, he would break her heart, and the only thing she would have left of him would be memories. This memory would be one that she held close to her heart. The night she spent in the park with John. Feeling his warmth and love as the rain relentlessly bore down on them. And they danced.

Yay! I officially finished a fic! Thank you for reading and thank you for you reviewing (those who did). Now I just have to work on my other stories... ;)