You know the old saying, "Be careful, what you do today could come back to bite you in the butt tomorrow." Bobby learns this first hand.......

Author's disclaimer: Just like everyone else, I don't own anyone you don't already recognize from the TV shows. Many thanks to DW and company for allowing me, and all of us, to play with them for a while. I promise to bring them all back relatively unharmed after I'm finished.



Germany, June, 1983

He walked into the Heidelberg USO with his CID colleagues, all in their Army mess greens, shoes shined and hats in hand, eager to meet women, something they hadn't been able to do properly since their arrival in January. The 5 young men paused inside the doorway to get their bearings; oh, yes, this would be well worth the wait.

Several pretty young women had noticed their arrival with great interest and moved in to meet them; smiles wide and eyes bright, they had gone boldly up to the young men and willingly allowed themselves to be led off onto the dance floor. Oh, yes, definitely worth the wait.

Robert Goren watched his colleagues and grinned. He was happy for them. They'd been waiting for this dance for weeks and deserved it as a reward for all their effort and hard work. He moved smoothly and gracefully in the opposite direction, towards the bar and away from the hoard of eager young ladies crowding the entrance. To him they were like a pack of giggly hyenas, waiting to pounce on whatever unsuspecting game came through the door.

He didn't mind these functions; the USO put on a great evening, and dances such as this were a way for him to catch up with other friends he'd made during his 3 years in the service. This was his first USO dance since coming to Germany and he was eager to visit "off duty" with several of his buddies who were also stationed here.

The bartender filled his order for a beer; he didn't usually drink beer, but had discovered German beer and found the one he now sipped to be a particular favorite.

"Bobby!" He turned to find himself face to face with "Richard!" The two men shook hands and pulled each other into a friendly embrace.

Richard Guthrie and Robert Goren had met when both were stationed at Ft. Belvoir, VA. While not in the same platoon, they had met at the gym and become fast friends. The two men discovered a shared love of reading, Mets baseball, and chasing skirts. The latter activity had provided the opportunity for many of their escapades back then.

Richard stepped back and put his arm around the beautiful smiling woman next to him. "Bobby, this is Rachel MacAllistair…my fiancée. She's over here visiting for a few weeks."

"Fiancee? You son of a gun!" Robert grinned at Rachel. "This calls for a drink. What'll you have?"

The three spent time visiting and catching up; Robert was very happy for Richard and Rachel and wished them all the best. As the happy couple moved away to visit other friends, his view of the rest of the room opened up and he was able to scan the dance floor.

This USO was like any other: a large hall with a raised stage at one end for shows and bands and a bar area at the other. The wooden dance floor was in the middle and metal folding chairs lined the side walls.

It was the wall to his left that caught his attention. Three young ladies were whispering and giggling amongst themselves, occasionally covering their mouths as they spoke and laughed. It was obvious they were watching the guys; they'd point, giggle, wave, comment behind their hands and smile.

Her smile took the breath right out of him and captured his gaze. He found himself transfixed when their eyes seemed to meet. Her gaze caught his and she held it for a few seconds before nudging her friend. She said something behind her hand and the girl next to her looked his direction as well. Her eyes widened and she turned and whispered into the first one's ear. Whatever her friend had said caused her to turn away from him and re-focus her attention on the two friends sitting with her.

Robert continued to sip his beer and look in their direction. His patience was soon rewarded, as the raven haired beauty caught his gaze again.

Amy knew he'd been looking at her, so she had deliberately looked back at Susan and Kelly and pointedly ignored him for a few minutes. She was here to celebrate Kelly's 21^st birthday, NOT to meet someone. Susan told her he was still looking in her direction.

Inwardly, she sighed as she looked his way again. What's the harm, she thought. I'm going back to school in August. A summer flirt could be fun.

This time she held his gaze steadily, daring him to look away first. A minute later, several couples on the dance floored crossed her line of sight, and when they had twirled away, he was gone.

It's just as well, she thought. I'm not ready yet. Kelly leaned in her direction and caught her attention again.

"What about that one," she asked Amy, pointing at a soldier who looked like he could be the next Calvin Klein underwear model. "Oh, my," gasped Amy, and the three friends dissolved into fits of giggling, leaning into each other. Amy was practically bent over in Susan's lap with laughter when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Amy turned her head to find herself staring at a pair of extremely muscular and well-toned thighs. She gulped as she sat up and her gaze continued to travel upward, taking in his narrow well-toned waist, flat, tight abs, broad chest and shoulders that seemed to stretch out forever on either side of him. She continued her optical journey up to the heavens to find the most incredible pair of brown eyes atop a quirky grin looking back at her with a bemused expression. Oh, my……Amy's thoughts evaporated as the soldier's grin became a handsome smile. She gulped again and sat up even straighter.

He held his hand out to her. "Would you like to dance with me," his soft, low voice asked.

Amy was very surprised to hear herself saying, "Yes" as she was usually the one doing the asking. She took his offered hand and allowed him to guide her out onto the dance floor.

He was tall, very tall; not as tall as her father, but close enough. This soldier, no, MAN Amy corrected her thoughts, was thankfully taller than her.

At 5 foot 10, Amy took after her father in the height department; being so tall had often intimidated the boys growing up, but this man seemed unintimidated by anything.

"I'm Bobby," he said as he looked down at his beautiful dance partner. Damn, those eyes are blue, he thought to himself. A man could drown in those big, blue eyes of hers.

"I'm Amy," she replied.

"Do you have a last name, Amy?"

"Does it matter," she responded, meeting his eyes matter-of-factly. "Do we have to use last names in a place like this?"

"I guess not," he replied.

The music changed to a slower tempo and he reached to pull her closer. "Will you dance with me some more? Please?"

"Well, since you asked so politely, how could I refuse?" Amy allowed Bobby to wrap his long, strong arms around her and pull her close. I could get used to this, Amy thought, as she rested her cheek on his shoulder and they swayed together in time to the music.

Between dances and drinks, Bobby and Amy had managed to chat. It was the usual chatting between two people just getting acquainted: where are you from, why are you here. They surprised each other by both having lived in New York City.

"I LOVE the City," she gushed. "My grandparents live in Manhattan. I remember skating in Central Park and Rockefeller Center during visits for Christmas. Grandpa just loves the Metropolitan Museum of Art, so I grew up spending many a Saturday there with him."

"So, why exactly are you HERE, in Germany," Bobby asked.

"To dance with you, of course!" she responded, her blue eyes dancing merrily at him.

Bobby felt his stomach drop and his heartbeat accelerate.

"I-I mean, that can't be the only reason, can it," he tilted his head to one side as he asked.

Uh, oh….thought Amy, I could be in trouble with this one…..

"I'm just here for the summer," she heard herself saying.

Bobby didn't respond but remained quiet as he studied her.

Amy chose her next words carefully. "My father is stationed here, so I came over for the summer to visit my family. I have to go back on August 3^rd."

"That's too bad," Bobby replied, as he reached across the table and wrapped his hands around hers. "We'll just have to make the most of the time we have, then." As he said this, he pulled her hands toward him, leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly across her knuckles. "Dance with me again," he asked her. Amy didn't think she could stand up, her knees were like Jell-O from his caress, but she took a deep breath and managed to follow him out onto the dance floor.

She recognized the opening strains of "Save the Last Dance for Me", and looked up at Bobby sadly. "You have good timing. This is the traditional final song of the evening."

Then let's dance," said Bobby, as he once again wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

Beautiful writing, Fm, especially the dancing scenes. This is exactly how I pictured him way back then. How did you get the idea for it?

very Nice!

Yay, you posted. Brava! Brava! This chapter came out nicely. It flows very well.

Yay!! You finally posted it!!! Great job, flashymom!

When I read this I imagine him looking kinda like a certain actor looked in a little movie called Mystic Pizza.

And to repeat what I've already told you, FM, I love it! And I like that Amy is tall. So many of us write Bobby with a much shorter woman. I'll leave out my theory on that--don't want any rotten tomatoes thrown at me! So, when's the next chapter going up?

My first idea ended up being similar to Judy's -- he runs into a lady and her child who have moved back to NYC after her husband died. She was a friend of Bobby's from high school. Then Judy's story came out, so I dropped it, then wondered what would happen if Bobby found himself in the situation that will pop up around Ch 6........and this is the result.

I'm so glad ya'll like it. I hope the rest of the chapters don't disappoint. I have 4 finished and ready to go. Will prolly wait until Tuesday or Wednesday to post chapter 2. The time gaps and writing in flashback are tough. Funny thing is, I know pretty much how the story ends......go figure!

Thanks again, ya'll...........

As always, magic fridge, comfy couch, magic ATM, also a magic bar -- every drink you want and can imagine.......

Great start.

True, it always comes back... just exactly what is it that's going to come back? Looking forward to finding out!


I know what you mean, I have some stories that are just a little too similar to other's stories... so they'll just have to stay with me for a long time until the others fade from memory a little.... LOL!

Thanks, FK. I really admire your writing, so to hear you like mine and want more makes me feel better about my story.

I hope you enjoy the journey....I'm not going to tell what's coming back too quickly, but I can guarantee the trip will be fun and worthwhile!

- Do I have another story floating around I don't know about? I think you might be referring to TCIF - but I'm flattered to be mentioned in association.

I took a quick read and will reread when I'm not at work but I like this very much. Bobby seems right on the money as to how he would have been before we got to 'know' him on LOCI and Amy seems very likeable. And a chance to dance with Bobby ::sigh::, have you been reading my diary?

In my first story idea, my main female OC ended up sounding a lot like your Charli once you got the first chapter of Haven posted; I'm sorry if I wasn't more clear. She was someone from Bobby's past.....that sort of thing. I didn't want any one to think I was plagiarizing or trying to outdo you, so I dropped it, and then Amy came along.

I hope ya'll like her. I'm going to wait until tomorrow or Wednesday to post Chapter 4. I'm starting to hear Chapter 5 forming in my head.....that'll make my beta girls happy.

I'm flattered you think my young Bobby is right on the money. No one knows much about young Bobby, so I'm trying to put in as much as I can remember about being 21 and being around 21 year old "boys". I'm relying a lot on my memory of my Corps friends from when I was at A&M; I've been reminescing with my best friend lately, and that's helped. I'm very pleased you like my portrayal of him. Thanks!

I would NEVER think that you plagarized anything - I'm thrilled folks have taken a liking to Charli. I meant that you referenced widowed with a child angle - I thought that was from another story I had read. I confuse easy and since Charli was never married - I got a bit lost.

I'm thinking we will come to love Amy - I have said repeatedly that I think ciaddict's Annie and Charli would be great friends in another world. Amy will be joining that group, I think. And I can't remember what it was like to be 21 but I have 21 year old if you want to borrow him for reference material. Really, it's no trouble, I'll mail him out to you.

Uh, no thanks! I'll pass......

This is great, flashymom. I really could see this happening. I look forward to reading more. As for finding original ideas, I understand. Fracture is actually my fourth story, and it was sometimes difficult to move forward without doing something that felt like someone else had written about it. I like Amy, and I predict the two will meet again when he's a Major Case detective (though I could be wrong).

Thanks Amanda, I'm glad you liked it. Chapter 5 is turning out to be hard to write. The first 4 have been fun. Mikey's been hanging around in my brain today, hoping I write something he can use on Goren... .....I told him he needed to go check on Charli and see if she needed any help with the babies. He just glared at me and mumbled something about going over to TCIF's Red Sunset story thread and bugging her to write more....

Anyway, with the parents here and tonight being The Son's 11th birthday party, I don't think I'll get any more done on Chapter 5 until tomorrow. I've also promised to post Chapter 2 tomorrow, so check back mid-morning.

Thanks again!

Excellent, excellent, flashymom! I loved this wording: pack of giggly hyenas,

and I LOVE her description of Bobby, from the thighs upwards.

I had a dream about (season 1) Bobby last night, too! Only my second one ever!

::THUD::

FM, this is so excellent and a great start. I am so into these Bobby/other women fics and can't get off them. He is such a romantic. I can imagine the dancing too. Amy's father is taller than Bobby, I laughed at that. I am so excited to read more of this.

I understand about you know the ending of the story. The ending to mine is already written. (not by me) We are just trying to get from point A to point B to the end.

I have been wanting to share those three paragraphs (Bobby coming over to Amy and her sitting up and taking him all in) for SO LONG now! I'm glad someone else likes them, too.

The giggly hyenas.....should I admit I used to be a giggly hyena when I was in college? We thought guys in uniform were SO HOT!

I'm glad you enjoyed my story. Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow. Hopefully I can make progress on Chapter 5......bits and pieces come to me, I just need some quiet time......

Everybody....SHHHHHH! Give FM some quiet please! I really, really want to know where this story is going!

She's one of my "beta girls"......so, please be nice to her!

As promised, Chapter 2.....

Amelia Marie Wainwright's alarm clock woke her up at 8:00 Saturday morning. Her thoughts went back to the handsome, very tall, young man she had met and danced with the night before. Remembering made her smile. The evening had been quite enjoyable after meeting Bobby. He loved to dance and was quite good at it, dipping and twirling her around the dance floor; they enjoyed sitting at a table and chatting together. She had been sad when the evening ended, and pleased that he had asked her out for Saturday night.



She got up and went into the bathroom. Saturday was her favorite day of the week and she quickly showered and dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast with her parents. As she went down the stairs, she paused to look at the picture of her and her Grandpa AJ that hung on the wall in the landing. She gently touched the picture and smiled, then continued on her way.

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Amy's grandfather was Adam Jefferson Wainwright, Senior, a billionaire industrialist and Manhattan philanthropist who loved the Metropolitan Museum of Art, fine wine and Amy's grandmother Amelia. Adam and Amelia divided their time between Manhattan and their enormous Wainwright Estate in Utica, New York. Amy spent her summers and vacations with Grandpa AJ and Mama A surrounded by wealth and luxury. Saturday visits to the Met were usually followed by Sundays up in Utica. The stability her grandparents had given her was a nice balance to the nomadic life of a military family.



Not just any military family, Amy thought. MY daddy is a general. And now she was spending her summer in Heidelberg, Germany, at the base where her daddy was in charge. Hopefully, things would be different this time, she prayed. Being the daughter of high ranking officer had its good points and bad points. The good points were being treated nicely and respectfully all the time. The bad points were not knowing if you were being treated nicely because they liked you, or nicely because of who your father was. Boys either wanted to date her to score points with their friends or score points with her father.



She spent a nice morning with her parents, chatting over breakfast and helping her dad in the garden. Then she cleaned up and headed into town.



"So, spill," insisted Kelly. Amy, Kelly and Susan were sitting in their favorite lunch spot in downtown Heidelberg for their usual Saturday "girls' lunch", a tradition going all the way back to 8^th grade and Foot Hood, Texas, where the three girls had met and become fast friends.



"Well," said Amy, as she shifted in her seat. "He's nice, very sweet….he's from New York City. Oh, and he's taller than me. "



"That's great," commented Kelly. She understood the trials Amy had had in the past with her height and dating.



"He's cute, too," giggled Susan.



Amy rolled her eyes; Susan had always been more interested in looks than substance. "We had fun," she said, intending to leave it at that. "Why did ya'll leave so early?"



"As if you didn't know," said Kelly.



Amy looked pointedly at her. "You left early because of ME? Honestly, you two! It's only been 3 months, not 3 years!"



Amy had fallen hard for Roger Dent, a fellow classmate of hers at Texas A&M, where she was studying History and Literature. They had met on the first day of classes and been inseparable. Everyone expected them to get married until Amy discovered back in February that Roger was cheating on her – with HIS roommate! Amy managed to salvage the rest of her spring semester and couldn't wait to take her parents up on their offer to spend her summer break in Germany. As her flight had taken off last week, all of Amy's troubles seemed to fall away with the ground below her, and a summer full of nothing as vast as the horizon before her eased her mind and soothed her soul.



The flight over had also given Amy time to reflect. The last three years at A&M had been good to her. No one there seemed to mind that she was an heiress; everyone she knew at A&M was too busy studying and enjoying college life to pay much attention to the size of your bank account or who your granddaddy was. It had made Amy happy to just be Amy and not Amy Wainwright, AJ Wainwright's granddaughter. She had adapted well and enjoyed the relative anonymity at college and the time away from the elite social scene of New York, where her last name opened doors and her face was easily recognized.



"Well, he certainly seemed interested in you. He couldn't take his eyes off you the whole time," commented Susan. "Or, hadn't you noticed?"



She HAD noticed, and that was a problem. Her plan had been to come stay with her folks, work in the PX and spend all her free time hanging out with Susan and Kelly. She wasn't about to let anything or anyone, for that matter, change that.



"Did he kiss you," asked Kelly, interrupting Amy's thoughts.



"Wha…? No! He was a perfect gentleman. Great dancer, too," replied Amy.



"Uh-hunh," said Susan. "Look at her Kelly, she's a goner." Kelly and Susan nodded in agreement.



"I am not!"



"Oh, Amy, you are, too! And what could it hurt? I mean, really, just see the guy while you're here; we're not saying you have to marry him. Just hang out with him. It'll be good for you. Get your mind off Roger and……Oh, Amy, I'm sorry!" Susan tried to back-peddle, but Amy silenced her with a look.



"I'll be OK," said Amy, stone faced. "Really. Oh, look! Our food is here."



The rest of the meal passed quickly; Susan and Kelly caught Amy up on all the exploits of University life in Switzerland, and worked hard to convince her to drop out of A&M and join them in Europe.



"Does he know who you are," Kelly asked over dessert.



Amy sighed; she was tired of her last name, tired of it being a problem, tired of it messing up her life. "No, we didn't exchange last names. I know his is "Goren", though. It was on his uniform."



"Are you sure not telling him your last name was the right thing to do," questioned Susan. "Especially since he's from New York……."



Inwardly, Amy cringed, knowing deep down that Susan and Amy were right. Bobby should know, and she decided to tell him tonight. And hope for the best, she thought.

"I'll tell him tonight," she stated.



"Tonight," Kelly and Susan said together.



"What's tonight," Susan wondered.



"Movie night," Amy replied simply. She gathered up her trash, stood and started for the exit, Susan and Kelly hot on her heels.





"Goren," he mumbled as he rolled over, phone cradled to his ear. Bobby's Saturday had not started off as well as Amy's. He had been drowning in a pair of pretty blue eyes, a wonderful dream from which he had been rudely awakened by an early morning phone call.



"We got him," said Williamson. Ted Williamson was another member of the CID in Seckenheim, Germany, where Bobby was deployed. "Just like you figured. He's waiting in the holding cell. The Captain says you should have the honor of interrogating him since you figured out where he would be."



"OK, I'll be in as soon as I can. Thank you," said Bobby. He hung up the phone, rolled over onto his back, hands behind his head, and sighed up at the ceiling.



CID, the Army's Criminal Investigation Division, was the perfect fit for Robert "Bobby" Goren. His high intelligence and unique ability to read people and their behavior made him a natural. The CID was an elite military police unit of less than 2,000 soldiers that handled only the most serious of felony offenses and sensitive investigations inside the Army, and his unit appreciated and highly valued his skills and abilities. He was challenged by his CID work and thoroughly enjoyed getting inside suspects' heads and solving puzzles.



"Might as well get up; don't want to keep my suspect waiting," he said to himself.



Bobby rolled his long frame out of bed, and headed for the bathroom. A flash of blue on the bathroom counter caught his eye and made him think of Amy. Amy. Wow. He never expected to meet someone like her last night, certainly not at a USO dance. She was class and beauty, and he felt slightly out of his league with her, yet intrigued enough to want more. She was funny and bright and so easy to be with. He had found himself disappointed when the evening came to an end, and pleasantly surprised when she agreed to see him again tonight.



He had walked her to her car and asked for her phone number, when she stopped him.



"I'll meet you there," she stated, as she got into her car. They had decided on a movie at a local movie theatre, neither one interested in spending this date surrounded by soldiers at the post cinema.



"Can I call you tomorrow," Bobby leaned down and looked into her window.



"I'll meet you there," she re-stated, firmer this time. Then she flashed him a huge smile. "Trust me," she said.



Bobby stood back in amazement as she started her car and drove away. This was going to be a very interesting summer.



The hot shower combined with the urgent need for coffee and breakfast broke Bobby out of his reverie. He smiled as he finished getting himself ready to go in to the office. Once there, the group made short work of the suspect, having plenty of evidence to easily convince the man that it was over. Satisfied with the work they had done, the men started making plans for that evening.



"Come have a drink with us," Ted said to Bobby.



"No, thank you, I have plans," Bobby said casually.



"He met someone last night," said Mark Dickson. "Big blue eyes, gorgeous smile, and mile-long legs."



Bobby looked quickly over at Mark in shock.



"Yeah, man, we noticed," Mark chuckled. "You made out better than we did. Her friends were really cute. You think they'd be interested in any of us?"



Bobby laughed at the good natured ribbing he was getting. "I don't know, man. I didn't find out if they like cops or not."







Bobby pulled into the parking lot across from the movie theater that evening and parked his car. As he headed for the sidewalk, he began to scan the crowd gathering outside the theater. He had almost given up when he felt a hand on his arm.



"Hi!" she said pertly. "I told you I'd be here."



Bobby turned to find himself staring once again into the blue eyes that had haunted his thoughts most of the day.



"And here you are," he said. "Shall we go," he asked as he offered her his arm.



"Why not," she replied with a laugh, as she took his arm and fell in step beside him.



They had chosen the movie "Airplane!" Both had seen it before, but not with German voices dubbed in and English subtitles at the bottom of the picture. It had made a funny movie even funnier and they had laughed hysterically throughout, enjoying both the movie and each other's company.



Afterward, they stopped at a coffee shop for more conversation. Bobby took the lead, telling her about his work with the CID and growing up in Brooklyn.



"I do have one big problem, though," he mentioned casually as they neared the end of their coffee.



"What's that," Amy wondered out loud, looking at him over the rim of her mug.



"I don't have your phone number. How do I get in touch with you without your phone number? Heck, I don't even know your last name, for that matter. I wanted to look up your number when I was in the office this morning, and realized I don't know your last name."



Amy put down her mug firmly on the table. "Promise you won't get upset."



"What?" Bobby's mouth suddenly went dry at the seriousness of Amy's expression and concern began to grow in the pit of his stomach.



"Promise," she insisted.



Bobby cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrow, but said nothing.



"Bobby, this is important. Please, promise me you won't get mad," Amy insisted.



"Oh-kaaaay. I promise," Bobby said, albeit slightly unsure what this was all about. Her behavior made him very nervous and suddenly he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to his question.



"Wainwright." Amy looked firmly into his eyes. "My last name is Wainwright."



Bobby returned her gaze equally as firmly. "And that's supposed to mean, what, exactly?"



"General Adam Wainwright. My dad is General Adam Wainwright."



Bobby didn't know he was holding his breath until he let it out with a short laugh. "Oh. Is that all? I thought you were going to say your dad was the President of the United States, or a serial killer, not the head of the Heidelberg installations."



Amy stared at Bobby. "You mean it doesn't matter to you?"



"Amy, I work in Mannheim. CID isn't under your father's command. I don't answer directly to him. I might, if there's an investigation involving anyone under him, but we don't cross paths. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, the Army is just a means to an end for me. I want to go into law enforcement after my time in the service. I want to be on the NYPD."



Amy relaxed then, feeling as though a huge weight had just been lifted from her shoulders.



After coffee, Bobby drove her back to her car and saw her safely to the door. As she slid into her seat, Bobby leaned down to give her a kiss. She stopped him with a finger to his lips, and a soft look on her face. "Not so fast, officer," she told him. "Maybe next time. You do have my phone number now. I had a nice time. Thank you."


[size="3"]She pulled out of the parking spot and drove away, her "Good night, Bobby" ringing in his ears as he stared after her.

Its the second time I've read it, and its just as good as the first time around. I love that they went to see "Airplane"! I can hear Bobby laughing at it!

Hey, have you registered over at fanfiction.net, so you can post it there?

Yes, to read and review. Do you really think it's good enough to post over there? I've read some awfully good stuff there.....

Get thee over to ff.net and post this story - it is BETTER than some of the stuff I've read there! I think Amy is quickly becoming another lady I think Charli could be friends with.

Loved Bobby rolling his long frame out of bed ::thud::

(Did I mention I should be working?)

I wonder what would happen if Charli, Annie and Amy all ended up in the same room together, and Bobby walked in?

Well it depends - would it be three different Bobby's from the alternate universes we have created for him OR would it be one Bobby and he'd be in deep poop?!

That would be... erm... Ironic... That kinda is my word of the week...well just to let you know, you should go kill THW and rip her meaninless life to shreads. She messed up your wonderful font, that without I would never had my (less than) wonderfull font. I'm delcaring war. Well Why does all the lady's names have to start like with the first three letters of the alphabet? Isn't it ironic? When I'm talking about font, I don't use my good font?

very good, Yall have inspired me to start my own, Hope to have some of it posted soon, waiting to have some proof it for me.

Great women's names start with the First three letter, well at least the First Letter,
and not just saying that since my name is Abby, and my daughter is Aimee,

Also seems your nic starts with a B. Ironic isn't it.

::looks at mf:: ::screams:: Sorry I was thinking of something she did...

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and now one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger ans stronger
'Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

I'm putting this wherever it may be nessacary... seeing as Bobby... I think is in love... I really don't know... but whatever...

Do I hear a rip in the space-time continuum?

It could just be Bobby stepping into the deep doo doo that Judy mentioned.

Heck yes, get over there and post it. I review more over there than here only because I like the format better. Maybe it's just me.

I loved this chapter. Her father didn't even scare him. That is a man for ya. The movie was great. I love Airplane too. Looking forward to more.

I Googled for the top movies of 1982 and 1983. Then I tried to pick a movie that would be a "safe", "first date" kind of movie and one that would also be funny with German voices dubbed in. I was picturing watching Godzilla movies with English voices dubbed over......hence the choice of "Airplane!"

OK, tomorrow (hubby and I have wine dinner date tonight) I will go post the story at fanfiction.net. I have all the way through chapter 4 written, and bits and pieces of the rest.....but, I will only post Ch 1 and 2 for now, just like here. I think I'll wait until Thursday or Friday to post Chapter 3.

I'm so glad ya'll like it so much. I hope no one gets mad at me as it goes on......my beta girls have only read through ch 4, 2 know my plot points, so we'll see......

I still watch Airplane whenever it comes on TV. It is so hilarious and I could definitely see it as a first date movie.

Yay FF. I am Chlark4 over there so when you start seeing reviews from that username, that's me.

I don't think you could ever make anyone mad, especially me. They are stories for a reason. The writer has their own imagination and own way of writing things and own plot so I always look at stories that way. I hope people look at mine that way too.

FYI--when you register at ff.net, they don't let you post anything for 2 days. Not sure why, but I think somehow it reduces spammers.

Waiting anxiously for more.

I really liked this chapter, flashymom. I'm looking forward to finding out what the rest of Amy's family thinks... More, please.

Ok, please, nobody get mad at me, but.....how DO you post at ff.net? I can't find a place to click that says "post here", or "start new story", or a help directory with how to post stories as a topic. So, unless someone here who posts over there can pm me an 'idiot's guide', it ain't gonna happen. Help, please! Thanks!

Click on login, even if you're already actually logged in. Click on documents to upload your chapters. You have to upload each chapter separately. After that's done click on stories, up near the top right it will say "Stories guide, list stories, new story, guidelines" so click on new story. It might say you need to read and agree to the guidleines, so just read through or scroll to the bottom and click the accept link. Then you can click New Story again. Just follow the steps and away you go.

Thanks! Now, why can't they just have a place that gives the instructions as nicely as you did? lol

::runs off to save each chapter separately, muttering:: I don't write that way, but I'll change it...mumble, grumble.

Thanks, Janx! (ooo, that rhymes!)

I don't write that way either. I finally found a routine that works for me (routine is very important for poor memories like mine). When I copy the chapter I'm postiing here, I also copy it to a new page on Word and save it as a new document. Then I go over to ff.net and download (or upload--what's the difference anyway?) the chapter. After its posted on ff.net, I delete it from Word (just don't like a lot of clutter).

Soooooo.......what's Amy doin' this morning?

::flops down on couch next to ciaddict::

I'll be sending you and the other beta girls an email......I've got some ideas about how to manage the rest of the story that I need to run by you. Amy is sleeping late........(wish I could )

Thanks for the advice about ff.net.

I went over there just now, followed JA's instructions, and got a "technical glitch" message. SO, prolly won't get posted over there for a while yet today. I'm about to have to take The Princess to Art Camp and The Son to Choir Clinic.......

OK, I got Chapters 1 & 2 up on ff.net. The other 2 are hanging out over there until after I post them here. Friday I'll post Chapter 3.

Way too many ideas are floating around right now for present day scenes, flashback ideas, what to put where, etc, etc, etc, etc...........TCIF is at camp all week, and she's one of my beta girls. Need to go email the others and float my ideas, see what they think and what we can come up with.

So, ya'll go find my story at fanfiction.net and post reviews, please. When I left just a few minutes ago, I hadn't found it under "just in"; not sure how long before stuff shows up over there. Reviews take an hour, so not sure about stories.

Thanks! Ya'll are the best!

ETA: It's there now! I'm a published writer! So cool! It's #1 on the list, sort by publication date, and ratings ALL (It's an M, you'll see why later.....). I'm flashymom over there, too......makes it easier

I'll go find it and review later on. I always try to review both here and FF. Doesn't always work that way but I try. I will favorite you as an author too. I always do that with writers here that I like, friends too. Well I love the story too.

I'm glad I'm not the only one who's had issues at ff.net with posting - when I post here without issue, I have problems at ff.net and vice versa. I'll be home alone tonight (son is back to work after his vacation - YIPPEE!) and will get over to ff to review and add you to my favorites.