Hey readers! Another chapter for you all! This may or may not be the last chapter before I go back to school, but if it is, I hope it ties you over until then. If it's not then, you're a lucky bunch!

To alanark: This chapter will make you very, very happy. It's all about Danny.

Enjoy!

March 5th, 1941

Betty brushed my hair slowly. I could feel the questions radiate out of her eyes and onto each strand of my hair. Evelyn walked in quietly and jumped onto my bed, Sandra behind her. We were home tonight, but Barbara and Martha were working.

"Ladies, I believe we have some talking to do," Sandra said slowly, taking a seat on Betty's bed.

"We do?" I asked. I knew where this was going.

"Yes, it seems as if Evelyn has a flyboy," Sandra winked.

"Oh hush you! I knew Barbara would say something!" she yelled, hiding her face into the pillows.

"What Rafe!? You're still seeing each other?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"You know him?" she asked confused.

"We grew up together. He's practically my brother."

"Oh this is good," Betty laughed.

"What does he say about me?" Evelyn asked eagerly.

"Calm down girl, I haven't spoken to him about you. In fact, I've only really seen him once," I told her.

"It all makes sense now. He keeps talk about his sister and a Charlotte and how they were always annoying him when he was younger," she joked.

"That'd be right. If I remember correctly, it was always him bothering us!"

"And Danny knows him too?" Sandra asked, piecing everything together.

"Rafe has a best friend named Danny, I never suspected the guy you were in love with and his best friend were the same guy," Evelyn beamed. "We can go on double dates!"

"Hold on girls. Let her breathe. She still can't decide what she's going to do about the whole Danny/Charlie situation anyhow," Betty spoke up for me.

I hadn't talked to Danny since the night we almost kissed. No one had asked me about it until now, but I suspected they'd been talking behind my back and trying to find a way to help me out. What didn't help either is the fact that we were all meat to go out dancing with them in two days.

"I'm sorry," Evelyn said. She kneeled beside the chair I sat on and took my hand. "I just thought you'd be happier with Danny here and let go of Charlie."

"How can I let go when I thought I was going to marry him?" I asked her softly.

"You're going to hurt yourself more if you keep holding onto him," Betty told me.

"What if he's alive though?" I asked. It was a moral fight. I could feel myself being pulled towards Danny once more, but I also loved Charlied.

"Did you hear what you just said?" Sandra asked.

"Yeah why?" I shook my head, not understanding what she was saying.

"You said 'what if'. That means there is a fifty percent chance of Charlie being alive. If he is, then you face that when he comes back. But if he isn't, you can waste your life on what if's. Besides, you always thought you'd marry Danny, it's kind of the same," she smiled softly.

I thought it over. What she was saying made sense. I could sit around waiting for him to return, because there was a big chance he wasn't. And if I did, I was wasting my second shot with Danny and for a long time all I had wanted growing up was him and here I was letting that slip by.

"Charlotte, you have to think about yourself for once. Everyday you write to your family, Charlie's family, you take our shifts when we need them to be covered, you cook and clean even when you're tired. Everything you do is for others; you're a nurse for god sake! You gave up your dreams for people! All we're saying is you've got to be a little selfish and go for what you want," Evelyn pointed out.

"I guess so," I smiled.

"So, on Friday, we're going to get you all dressed up and looking more beautiful than ever. You're going to grab hold of Danny, kiss him until he can't sand it anymore and you two are going to start again," grinned Betty.

"Oh what a plan!" Sandra exclaimed.

"What, this Friday we're going dancing?" I asked.

"Yeah, you've known for weeks," Evelyn said.

"No, I knew we were going, the day just slipped my mind."

"Why, what's wrong?" Betty asked as she finished plaiting my hair.

"I took Genie's shift at work. She was going home for her brothers wedding," I said softly.

"What!?" they all asked.

"It was a few weeks ago and I didn't know the date so I just said yes. She called to confirm yesterday."

"Maybe you can switch with someone?" Sandra asked.

"It's too late! All the girls will already have plans," Betty said, thinking over a way to make everything right.

"It's no use, I'll just see Danny another day. I'm sure I will," I told them, faking a smile.

This might've been my only chance to fix the way we ended our last meeting. What if I never saw Danny again? What if he didn't want to see me? I'd missed my chance to fix things, I'd missed my chance to ever kiss him again. I knew that I still had Charlie, but I always felt as if I was settling for him. Deep down, no matter how hard I tried, I'd always been in undeniable love with Danny Walker.

March 7th, 1941

I sat in work and watched the clock tick past. They would be walking to the station by now, trying to get the train into the part of the city where all the nightclubs and biggest, grandest hotels were. I, on the other hand, was stuck in an uncomfortable chair, in an empty doctors surgery.

I resorted to sharpening pencils, when I heard the door open.

"Hello," I called out, peaking my head around the office.

"Hey girl," Betty called. She was standing there with a bag in her hands and a big grin on her face.

"What are you doing here!?" I asked.

"We couldn't leave you alone all night! So, Evelyn called Rafe, told him the plan and we all came up with the same idea," she said.

"What is that exactly?" I asked her.

"You have to fight for Danny," she said as if I were dumb. I looked down at myself and what I was wearing, there was no way I could declare a rekindled love looking like this.

"I can't go, I have nothing to wear," I told her.

Betty held up a bag and rolled her eyes. "Do you think we're that dumb?" she asked. "We picked out the perfect dress."

"I have one good dress," I pointed out as she began ushering me back into the office.

"We put ours altogether to see which one would work the best," she informed me.

"So you've all been sneaking around planning this right under my nose?" I asked bewildered that I didn't suspect anything.

"Look honey," she paused sitting me down in the chair and taking the pins out of my hair, "you were so upset you didn't notice anything." Betty began curling my hair strategically. The long brown curls fell softly. She then pinned some hair back, framing my face. She moved onto my makeup, using warm, natural tones. Someone, somehow had found out those were the colours Danny always complimented. Once my face and hair was done, she shoved the bag, holding the perfect dress, into my hands.

"By the way, you can't wear a bra with this." I looked at her. No bra? What was this dress? I'd never seen anyone go out without a bra on. It must've been Barbara's or something. It seems like it'd be her kind of dress. So, when I was in the bathroom I took off my nurses uniform and folded it lightly, I looked in the bag and pulled out a blue dress. It was almost violet. It was long and silky, figure hugging too. It had a plunging neckline that stopped at the bottom of my sternum, and the two triangles covering me were twisted at the top to make straps. At the back the straps twisted together making it virtually backless.

"Betty!" I screeched.

"Isn't it wonderful?" she cooed.

"It's so cold out!" I said trying to find a way into it.

"Have you got it on yet?" Betty yelled from outside the door. When I didn't reply she opened the door and walked in.

"Betty!" I screeched for the second time tonight.

"What?" she asked, settling the straps of the dress. When I looked into the mirror I almost didn't recognise myself.

"Holy shit," I breathed out.

"God, he is going to love you in this," Betty sighed, dreaming of my night ahead. "Now put on those shoes and put our other things in the bag. I'll bring them home with me tomorrow after me shift," she instructed. She handed me a coat and I put it on, settling it so it didn't mess up my hair. That's when I noticed I'd put my engagement ring on. My hands stayed put, the emerald flashing in the light. I looked down at it holding my hand in front of me. I took a breath and slipped it off, putting it on my right hand. Charlie may be gone, but through this ring, he'd always be with me.

As we neared the club, I could hear the jazz pour out of the doors. I was terrified. It was going to be awkward at first but we needed a second chance. I wanted a second chance. If Charlie happened to come back home healthy and happy, I'd figure out what to do when that happened. But for now I had to live in the moment. What if we were all shipped off to war tomorrow? I'd leave home with so many regrets.

"Ready?" asked Betty as we walked into the club.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I told her.

The coat men took our coats and hung them up, giving us a number so we could collected them later. I suddenly felt self concious as all eyes were on me.

"I think I see them," she squealed. She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards a table where Danny and Sandra were sitting quietly. When we walked up to them, Sandra broke out into a smile as Danny choked on his whiskey.

"I knew you'd look beautiful in that dress," she said getting up and giving me a hug.

"Hey, you guys really surprised me," I whispered into her ear. She could only laugh.

"We're going to find the others," Betty said as she took Sandra and walked over to Barbara and Martha. I sighed and looked at Danny.

"Hi," he said smoothly. His voice was so deep and slow, and his southerness was bought forward making my heart melt.

"Hi," I replied a little shakily. I took a seat next to him and ordered a drink from a passing by waitress.

"How have you been?" he asked slowly, taking a sip of his drink.

"Tired, I've been working a lot," I told him. I picked up a napkin and leaned over, dabbing at the spilt whiskey he'd dropped on his uniform when he caught sight of me. "Can't let your commanding officer think you're a drunk," I joked.

I pulled back and we were silent for a while. That's when he broke the silence, "About the other day. I was outta line. I just thought...I mean it seemed like we-"

"Danny, stop," I said cutting him off. "It's okay, I mean I felt it too."

He sighed in relief, like he wasn't going to lose me again. Then he looked like he'd realised something and spoke up, "Charlie?" he asked.

"I figured that, I'll have to figure that out if I'm ever faced with such a predicament." He smiled and nodded understanding that he had another chance at our relationship. It felt good to know. I looked out over the dance floor and saw Rafe holding Evelyn close to his body, they turned and see caught sight of us winking. Immediately she whispered something to Rafe and he turned his head grinning. I blushed so hard I had to turn away.

"Do you want to dance?" Danny asked.

"I'd love nothing more than to dance," I told him. He slid himself out of the booth and offered me his hand which I happily took. As we made our way to the dance floor, the song had stopped and a new one started. I laughed when the band began to play.

"What's so funny?" he asked, as Cheek to Cheek began to play.

"You don't remember?" I asked him, slightly offended. When he looked confused I said, "This song." He thought about it for a while and grinned, pulling me into a lazy waltz like he had so many years ago, the night we danced on the road in our little old town.

"How could I forget? If I remember correctly, I was singing something like this," he said clearing his throat and then ripping into an awful voice he called singing.

"Danny stop it! People are staring!" I told him trying to cover his mouth.

"Let them, I want everyone to know I'm dancing with the most beautiful girl in town," he whispered into my ear. Shivers ran down my spine as I remembered what he'd said that night; it was practically the exact same.

"Where did we go wrong?" I asked softly and he turned me.

"Somewhere between madly in love and afraid of losing one another," he said smiling softly.

"It's been nearly two years and I can remember you telling me you love me like it was an hour ago," I told him.

"It's because back then, when I tried to get you to stay, we promised where ever we were, we'd always come back to one another."

I remembered that night too. It was like no matter what I did all our memories were etched into my mind and with Danny bringing them up like this, I couldn't help but feel myself fall in love with him all over again. That's was it, five seconds, one memory and I was his.

"Kiss me," I said suddenly. Almost so fast it caught him off guard.

"Char, I thought-"

"I'm not going to say it again Daniel. Kiss. Me." He needed not another invitation and in two seconds his hand was gripped around my waist and the other on the back of my neck pulling me towards him. And after two years, his lips were against mine. Our lips moved together, like when you see old friends after a long time and pick up like time never passed. He kissed me so passionately and hard, I became dizzy and broke the kiss with a need for air.

"I've never stopped loving you," he breathed out.

"Honestly, neither have I." He smiled and continued to dance with me, ignoring the hoots and wolf whistles he got from his buddies. We continued to dance, even dancing a jitterbug, and much to my surprise, Danny was good. Better than we had been as kids. By the end I was so parched I pulled him to the bar where Barbara and Billy were talking.

"You're a super special woman," Billy started, his eyes watering up.

"Is he really crying?" I whispered to Danny.

He shook his head laughing, "Just watch."

"And well, they're training me," he sniffed, "to be a big bad warrior," he sniffed again. "And well, I mean, you may never know what could happen tomorrow."

"He's in tears," I pointed out. Danny just kept watching.

"Or any day after that...So," he paused, turning around and rubbing his eyes, "God.".

"The boys have a very neat trick," Danny smirked.

"We need to make tonight super special," Billy said as tears rolled down his face.

"Why are you crying?" Barbara asked, her accent making her worry sound insincere.

"I guess it's the thought that I might not ever get to see you again," Billy sniffed.

"Dry your eyes toots, tonight you're mind," Barb said, pulling an unsuspecting Billy in for a big pash.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"Clove oil," Danny said, "A little bit of that under your eyes and well, it works wonders."

"You would never do anything like that would you?" I asked.

"Not anymore," he grinned. I could only roll my eyes and scull my drink, then drag him back onto the dance floor.

The party had moved to one of the rooms the boys had booked for the night. The champagne was bought out and everyone was already rolling drunk.

"To us, the best friends in all of New York!" Betty exclaimed as she hung off Red, with a glass in her hand.

"CHEERS!" the grouped cheered as the clinked their glasses together. Barbara and Martha a little hard as a crystal glass shattered.

"Come on girls, be sensible," Sandra said getting up to go find something to clean it up. It seemed as she was one of the only ones not having fun.

"Where's Evelyn and Rafe?" Martha asked. We all looked around, they were gone and we hadn't even noticed.

"Oh relax, he's probably getting some," Billy joked. Barbara turned around and hit him.

"Watch your mouth or you won't be getting any," she slurred. The boys hooted.

"Someone put on some jazz won't you. It's like our own private club," I stated, getting up and turning around. Danny steadied me as I did so, his hands running along my legs softly. Anthony reached over to the gramophone and placed a record on and in seconds some fast moving jazz bursted out of the speakers, much to everyone's delight.

We spent the next part of two hours dancing in the middle of the room. It was a fancy hotel too and I could only cringe at the thought of what it looked like the next morning. We had to stop our own party when the bellboy came up and told us all off. We all separated to different rooms, sleep on my mind but surely something else on all the boys' minds.

"Easy does it," Danny said as he dropped me down on the bed in his room. Apparently it wasn't safe for me to catch a cab home in such a state.

"I'm really fine you know. I could've gone home with Sandra and Martha," I pointed out, "I'm not even that drunk," I said as I stumbled to take off my shoe.

"Yeah right," Danny said grinning as he walked out of the bathroom. His uniform jacket was off, his sleeves rolled up and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He was a vision of beauty. "Drink this," he said handing me some water.

I took it gratefully, knowing I would thank myself tomorrow. He handed me some bread and food from the mini bar and in a few minutes, I wasn't as intoxicated as I was before.

"You don't drink too often do you?" he asked me when I could actually respond using my brain.

"No, I tend to stop at my limits," I paused, "that's usually one."

"Makes sense," he joked sitting beside me on the bed and taking his tie off. "Well you can have the bed and I'll stay on the floor. If you need anything wake me up okay."

I was confused. I thought by bringing me to his room, we'd, you know, be together, fully.

"Danny?" I asked softly.

"Yeah?" he looked up smiling from his pillow on the floor. The innocent look in his eyes told me the thought of being together hadn't even crossed his mind. That in itself made me want him ever more.

"We said we'd always come back to each other," I started.

"And tonight we have," he replied.

"But do you remember what came along with that promise?" I asked slowly. I could see him thinking for a second and when he found the answer, he smiled softly.

"Char, you're in no position for this to happen tonight," he started.

"I'm already on the bed," I pointed out.

He shook his head and laughed, "No silly. It's just that, you should remember our first time together."

"I will," I whined falling back onto the bed. He got up and sat beside me.

"I can assure you, you won't," he smirked. He leaned down and kissed me softly. I took my chance and threw my arms around him, bringing him closer to me. The kiss started getting heated, it was faster and harder and he gripped me back, grabbing as if he needed more of me. When we broke he stared into my eyes.

"We were going to be married when this happened," he said.

"After all these years and what we went through we've loved each other Danny, to me that's as good as being married." He smiled again and kissed me harder. My heart rate began to pick up and he broke it again. He sat on the edge of the bed suddenly and I followed, confused. That's when he started to take off his shoes. He then got down on one knee and took of mine slowly.

When he'd finished with that he took my foot in his hand and kissed up my leg, reaching up my dress and pulling off my stockings. I giggled as he did so, his stubble brushing gently against my leg making it ticklish. He pushed me back onto the bed and started kissing me all over, I laughed again, his stubble doing the same thing to my face.

"I never remember you being so ticklish," he said chuckling as he went.

"You never made me feel this ticklish before," I replied. My hands made my way to his top button and I undid them slowly whilst still kissing him. I'd imagined this moment so many times and it was happening and far better than my dreams. When they were undone, I took it off him and threw it on the floor, letting my hands explore his chest. It was hard and powerful and I relished in the thought I'd wake up pressed against it tomorrow.

Danny knelt above me, unbuckling his belt and trying to take his pants off. I tugged them down helping him along, but we failed spectacularly, resulting in us both laughing until our stomachs were sore. He finally got them down, and he stood before, nothing on but his standard issues briefs.

I knelt on the bed, pulling him closer to me. His hands floated over my petite back, so strong and sure and their position and I practically melted into his embrace. They slid the straps over my shoulders and down my arms. I shrugged out of them, letting the top of the dress fall to waist. Danny pulled back, looking me over and smiling softly. He pushed my hair behind my ears and took my face into his hands.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. I looked, feeling a little self conscious but glad Danny had told me that. He pushed the dress further down until I was in nothing but my underwear. He threw it aside and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He kissed my neck up and down, venturing to my breasts. Soon enough, he pulled back the covers of the bed we were about to share and laid me down gently. He got in beside me and pulled the covers up. What happened from there was our little secret.

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