Song: "The Luckiest" Ben Folds

Story: Guardian Angel, the Sequel

Characters: Terry and Max

Terry stood from the dinner table where he and Max had loitered long past dinner. Though many years had passed, every time they got to be alone together, they spent as though they were still a couple of infatuated teenagers. They had been through a lot together. And bat work kept the married couple busy.

"You wanna' have a baby?" Terry asked, his ice blue eyes bright and teasing.

Max giggled and put her feet up on the table. "Oh, Ter, would you stop asking that?"

"Well do ya'?"

"Are you serious?"

He put his hands on his hips and shrugged mysteriously.

Max laughed and shook her head. "You know I'd love to, but when would we have time to have a baby?"

"It doesn't take that long…" Terry whined.

"Terry!" She swatted at him, but he danced out of reach. "You knew what I meant!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Miss Responsible," Terry grumbled, walking over to the sound system in their cute little apartment. Turning something on, he walked back and extended a hand to Max. "Will you dance with me, at least?" He began to ask sweetly, but the last remark made Max roll her eyes. She gave him her hand, though, and let him pull her to her feet. He walked with her away from the table to the middle of the living room, and held her close, and sang softly into her ear.

"I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest"

"You saved me, Max," he reminded her, gently.

"Oh, Babe. We've saved each other's necks so many times, I don't even know how you keep track anymore," she teased, snuggling into his hold as they danced.

"You know what I mean," Terry replied, seriously.

"What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest"

"I love you more than anyone else, Babe," Terry continued. "No one else even matters to me. You are everything to me." He continued singing the next line. Max smiled as she gazed around their home, her head on his chest.

"I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you"

Here he pulled away, as if he had just thought of something. "You know, it hasn't gotten any easier for me for me to let you be Batgirl. It's gotten harder, in fact."

Max looked up at him. "I know, Babe."

"I mean, you're great…it's just…I want to protect you," he blundered.

"Well, does Batman still think he needs to work alone?" She grinned, ruffling his now short-cropped black hair. He looked so much older…so much more like the first heart-throb Batman.

"No," he replied, gently, enthusiastically, and pulled her close to him again as they swayed. "Definitely not."

"Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away"

"Max?"

"Mmm?"

"I think the only reason I didn't die when I thought you were dead is because…is because somehow, I knew you weren't gone from me forever."

"Me, too," she smiled.

"I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know"

He dropped the hand that he had lifted, with hers in it, in traditional dance pose, and put both his arms loosely around her waist, hands clasped in the small of her back. He kissed her cheek and continued to sing the last words of the song in a whisper.

"That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest"

That is the last songfic that I wrote for the amazing tale that is Guardian Angel, part I and II written by my best friend, DesertedMirage. I will be publishing a short compilation of songfics that DesertedMirage herself wrote for her story Guardian Angel. Please check it out, and I would love to hear feedback!