For those of you who didn't not get my eighties reference, it was from the song Do You Love Me? by The Contours in 1962, most famously (well it's most famously, for me :]) known from the movie Dirty Dancing, so there you go.

Anyway, I hope you are ready for some sap, because it is headed your way. Also be aware, it was really hard for me to write this, because all I could think about were Zombies. Do not ask me why, because I am at a loss as well, but all I wanted to do was write in some ass kicking Zombie mayhem, but thankfully your finished product lacks that much. Hope you all enjoy.

Peace!

Syler had been gripping the ticket tighter and tighter, as they neared her platform, to the point where it was crumpling under her fingers, Don walked patiently beside her his fingers interlaced with hers.

She was unsure how he was being so calm about this, it was the first time that they had been apart since they had begun seeing each other. But he didn't seem phased by this at all, he had even offered to drive her so that her car didn't sit in a lot while she was gone.

"Do you realize that this will be the first time we are apart, or are you just dense to that fact?"

He smiled down at her, and gave her hand a squeeze, "I know, but you are going to call me as soon as you get in, and then before you go to bed, and I'll call you in the morning. It won't even be like we are apart."

She nodded, this was their third conversation regarding them being apart, "I know, it's just I'm freaking out, and you don't seem to care at all."

He stopped walking, effectively bring her to a halt. A serious expression took hold of his features as he watched her for a moment, "Of course I care. You think I haven't considered what this could possibly mean, or everything that could happen while you are gone. After all the thinking I've been doing, I'm convinced I care a little too much."

Smiling, she moved closer and ran her thumb over the back of his, "You could always come with me."

Don could still recall the way his heart still came to a screeching halt, when she asked him to run away with her, only to realize that she hadn't actually been talking about running away, just coming with her to D.C.

"Work." He repeated, and she nodded understanding.

"Right, I forgot criminals are under the impression that their work is some how more important then what I want." Her attempt at humor was feeble, but he gave her that much.

"I know, where do they get off ignoring you?" He continued the joke, and she smiled.

"You will inform them of their malfeasance the next time you run into them?"

"Malfeasance," He said cocking his head, and raising his eyebrows, "Nice word."

"Yep, it was my iPhone word of the day." She gave him a smirk.

The number printed on her ticket had been burned into her mind ever since she looked at it two days before, so when it was called over the loud speaker she looked around for a moment, and then back at him, "Maybe this wasn't a good idea, we can just print the book in the fall."

He smiled, but only slightly, "What's going on? You have never been this jumpy before?"

"Nothing is going on, I'm just going to miss you is all." She said looking away from him.

He nodded, taking her hands in his, "Well I'll be right here, to greet you the minute you get back." Don pointed to their feet, and she looked at them for a moment, before smiling up at him.

"Okay." She told him, giving him a kiss goodbye.

Walking backward, until she knew she was pushing her luck at staying upright, see looked at the train, and was struck by the oddest feeling. Her stomach plummeted the moment her eyes left him, and her heart lurched in her chest, and she wondered briefly if he was there at all now that she had no physical proof.

Physical proof. She thought, and then glanced back at him, his hand outstretched, and one step closer to her, obviously concerned that she wasn't still walking.

"Can I take that with me?" She asked, looking at him chest.

Glancing down at the jacket he wore, and then back at her as she approached him, "You want my hoodie?"

Though he didn't really need to ask, because now she was fingering the hem of it, and looking up at him.

"Yeah." She said, now wondering what exactly she would say if he said no, the thought had never even occurred to her when she had asked.

But the fear she felt wasn't needed, because he was already reaching for the zipper as he nodded, and then pulled at the sleeves, before handing it to her. She smiled, and didn't even wait until on the train to slide it around her shoulders, and surround herself in all the proof she needed.

He watched her do this, and was reminded of the time she had slid a sweater of his own, when they had come in from a date rain soaked. Suddenly he had never been happier that he always wore light hoodies in the summer when he didn't need them.

Zipping it all the way up, and then changing her mind and sliding it about halfway down she placed her hands into the deep pockets, he had never seen his hoodie look better. She smiled widely at him, and kissed him again. He tried to savor every second he had, so he could recall them while she was away.

Her number was again called, and he turned to glare at the unseen voice that had broken their kiss, but he forgot all about it as she slid her arms around his waist, he rested his chin against the top of her head, and then thought better of it and buried his face in her hair, breathing deeply. Trying to get her scent to fill his soul, so he could never again forget it. She smelled like lilies, his mother always kept lilies in the house all of his growing up years, but he never had thought of the scent as any kind of an aphrodisiac until this moment in time.

"Bye." She mumbled against his shirt.

Letting her step away he smiled, "Bye."

When she found her seat, she let her head rest at an angle, so she could still watch him, watching her, from the window. His hands in his pockets, and his head cocked to the side, he was smiling slightly when he realized that she was watching him too.

She pulled the hoodie tighter around her and she blushed, she always blushed whenever she saw him staring. Interlocking her own fingers, she pretended that her left hand wasn't hers but Don's. That was when it hit her, from no where full fledged.

Later, she wouldn't be able to pin point what thought had given her this glorious piece of information, because if she could she would have cherished this thought above any she would ever think again. Or the exact way she had been feeling as this realization washed over her, but it was warm, and it was comforting, it was safe, it was right, it was prefect, it was everything she hadn't known she had been missing until that moment. It was a little too much like getting a hug from Don to mean anything else. Taking her hands apart, and placing them back into the pockets, she looked from her lap back to the man she loved.

Yes she, Syler Monroe, was in love.

BOOM! Sorry to leave you like that, but I hope that it made up for me not updating. But seriously, my creative pool has been drained for the winter, and I think it is just starting to refill. Let me know what you are thinking, and now that they both know they themselves are in love, who do you think should say it first, because despite my sisters belief, I do plan on having someone say it sometime soon :)

R&R Peoples!!!