So I am back and kicking and am lovin every minute of it! I don't think I ever truly appreciated the ease in which words flood my mind, until I could think of nothing for so long.

But now I'm back to let you know, I can really shake em' down! So if you love me, leave me some re-views! Who knows what eighties movie that first line is from, and if you figure it out, hum the next part in tune with the next line, the the hyphen will make sense :)

Peace

Don idly twisted a lock of Syler's hair around his finger, and couldn't bring himself to pay a scrap of attention to the movie they were watching, well the movie she was watching, he hadn't been able to think of much of anything since he had been interrupted the several times he had tried to tell her he was in love with her.

He had to tell her, he would tell her, he would tell her now. Reaching for the remote his hands left her hair to do so, and he instantly realized his mistake because it meant a loss of the warmth it had provided, and his security that she was still real and still there. He paused the movie, and Syler sat up to face him.

"Sy we need to talk." He said calmly, "There something I've been wanting to tell you, I was gonna tell you this weekend, but I can't wait."

She smiled brightly, she had been trying to use every trick in the book in order to get Don to tell her where they were going, and what the huge surprise was. Don had never fancied himself for romance, but he did know how to make a woman feel appreciated, and he had their entire weekend planned out for weeks, but he couldn't wait until Friday night. It didn't matter that their was no music, or lighting, or mood. This was about him and her, two people in love, they didn't need anything else.

"I have something to tell you about this weekend too."

"You go first." Don said turning to fully face her, and trying as casually as he could to take her hand, he still needed confirmation that she was there with him, especially after he dropped his bomb.

"Well, I got the Walker contract!" She said excitedly, and Don wrapped her up in a hug. He didn't know much about being an Editor, but he did know that when Grace Walker wrote a book, people dropped a pretty penny in order to get that contract, he couldn't have been happier, "Yeah, she is paying me to take a train into D.C this weekend, and then hopefully come Monday morning it will be a done deal."

Don wanted to be happy he really did, but his mind shut down after she uttered those words, "This weekend?"

Her smile fell, "That is what I wanted to tell you, I can't go. I want to and trust me if it was any other contract, I would have them fax me the papers to wherever it is we are going to go, but I have to be present in front of legal counsel to sign the contract as her Editor, and she is so close and offering to pay, and if we don't do this now we don't have another opening until September, and if we do it this Friday night we can have the book out before fall. I want to spend the weekend with you, more then I want to breath in this moment." She said scooting closer to him, and running her fingers through his hair, and along his ear, knowing his weakness, "But I just can't, but I will clear everything for the weekend afterward. Come hell or high water we will go wherever you wanted to go."

Don watched her carefully for a moment, and smiled, it didn't matter anyway, he was going to tell her right now what was up, and then it didn't matter if they missed the weekend, "It's okay, I understand."

"Great, now that I've said my news, what was yours?" Syler had pretended to forget that Danny had interrupted Don telling her something, because he had yet to bring it up again since, but she was dying on the inside.

"Well, I--"

The ringing of a phone was again what stopped the words from tumbling from his lips, and he turned to glare at it, this time it wasn't the house phone, it was Syler's work, phone and she gave him an apologetic look, before a brief kiss and stood to grab it.

"Editor Syler Monroe?" Her voice dropped an octave, and she became more serious then Don had ever seen her, the moment she pressed the talk button on that phone. It didn't matter much, she would be off in a minute and he could get this out, she squealed as her hand covered the phones receiver, "Ms. Walker, how are you?" Silence for a moment, and then she rolled her eyes at her own stupidity, "Of course Grace, I'm doing just fine. At home--um no, none at all." Pointing to the phone, she baked down the hall to her bedroom, and again gave him a sorry gaze.

He leaned back running his hands over his face, and shaking his head lightly, "It's just words Jr. only words." Don stood and started to pace, those words creeping up and lodging themselves in his throat, "Only words, it's no problem you have got this."

The bedroom door opened, and revealed Syler freshened, and jacket in hand, "I'm really sorry babe, but Ms.--Grace asked me to come and hang out for a drink while she's passing though on her way to D.C, and she wanted me to come, and whatever keeps the client happy."

"Not that you're complaining." He said laughing.

"Well you know me, if it's a party, I'm there."

He nodded and kissed her, as they backed further towards the door of his apartment, she broke away, "Bye."

"Oh, what were you wanting to tell me?"

Shaking his head lightly, "Nothing important, it can wait until I see you again, have fun. Don't go falling for any guys while I'm not around."

"Please," She scoffed, giving him a kiss that told him just how incorrect that statement had been, "You know I only have eyes for you Brooklyn."

Syler left him with a twirl of her fingers through the slatted railing of the staircase, and he stood at his doorway until the echoed click of her high heel had too disappeared.

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