Notes: Gabrielle is from Xena Warrior Princess which is owned by Renaissance Studios and StudiosUSA. All other characters are fictitious and are of my own creation.  "Holly Holy" was sung by Neil Diamond for Columbia Records.  "Homeward Bound" is from Simon and Garfunkel.  Please send comments to dante0220@yahoo.com .

Prologue [Queen's Hut, Amazon Village-83 AD]

Gabrielle, Bard Queen of the Amazons, writes....

Here is another scroll detailing an important event in the lives of David and Angela before they met us.

In this piece, David tries to as he puts it-"work up the nerve" to propose marriage to her. After a great deal of consternation, he arranges a trip out to Arizona. How will this foray back to the desert affect their lives? Read on and see.....

Chapter 1 [July 1994]

On a day late in June, the sun shone warmly on the southeastern Massachusetts shoreline and the salty air served to clear the nostrils of every person on the beaches. Vacationers streamed to the area trying to forget about their concerns. The region seemed to be free of concerns for everyone.

The sole exception sat in a shopping mall outside of Seekonk, debating about his future and worrying about the reactions of a certain special someone to those plans. Dave Dubois had dated Angie Blackwell for just over two years. They had many great times together in addition to the trials they had overcome. They had their shares of arguments, but they had always made up and confirming their affections for each other. For the past few months, he had contemplated the marriage question. He wanted to ask her, but was it too soon? And would she say no and go running off leaving him alone once again?

Ah, ya'll worry too much, Chicken. Just ask her, the Child advised.

You don't care about this.

Ah sure do. Ya'll are tearin' us up over it. The Little Woman's got spunk. She's a pain in the butt sometimes, but she's good for ya.

Dave nodded at his inner self's advice. He doesn't like sharing space with anyone. If he's saying this.... He looked at his watch. Hmm...6:45. I think a quick call's in order. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed a number.

****

[Columbia, SC]

The phone's ringing interrupted the quiet in the Montoyas' apartment, forcing the two residents to wonder what was going on.

"Want me to get it?" Mike asked, looking up from his book.

"No, I'll get it," Karen muttered, coming out of the shower with her robe and towel. With her senses, she could tell it was Dave. What's going on? He's so worked up about something. "Hello?"

"Hi, Karen. It's Dave. What's up?" the librarian asked.

Of course it's you. She chuckled. I know that hesitation. Something's definitely up. Play along, Karen.

"Oh, not too much. We're just having a quiet evening after work. I'm planning the usual torture routine for Mike-cleaning, touching up, etc. Just wait until Angie starts asking that stuff of you, Buster. Speaking of which, how are you two?"

"Nothing really. We've been working really hard to put money away. Yet, we do have some fun. Those walks on the beach are special. I...well...ah forget it," he noted.

Now what? Dave, you promised me you wouldn't put her in any more danger. "Dave, I know you're bothered by something. What is it? You can tell me. Is it Angie? Is she all right?"

At those words, her husband tensed, wondering if she was okay.

Dave laughed softly. She still knows me like a book even after all of these years. "To answer your questions. Yes, it's about Angie. No, nothing's happened. Yes, she's all right. I was just thinking of taking a really big plunge with her is all."

" 'Big Plunge'? As in The Big Plunge? Oh, Dave, are you going to do what I think you're going to do? Be careful!" she advised.

"That's big talk coming from the girl over whom I dragged my feet too long and lost as a result," he indicated. Then, realizing how much those words had hurt them both, he started again, "Sorry, Karen. It's just that I've had such a great feeling about things for the past two and a half years since I've known her. I really can't think of another person I'd rather be with."

She sighed. After our experience, I can't say that I blame him. I just hope that Angie's ready for this too. "Uh huh, it sounds like you've thought this through. Well, we wish you luck with this venture of yours. Nothing would make us all happier! I have to tell Mike so I'll see you later."

"Keep it low key for now please. I want to surprise her!" he requested. "Bye!"

"No problem! Later!" she laughed while hanging up.

Mike turned in his chair where he had been admittedly eavesdropping and surmised, "That's a mighty bold move on his part."

"What is?"

"Proposing to her. Still, I do wish him luck. They're meant for each other just as we are," he replied, grasping his wife's hand and smiling.

She grinned and kissed him on the cheek before agreeing, "I wished him luck. Now, we'll just have to see if it works out."

****

[Mall-Seekonk]

After talking to them, Dave thought about the situation for a minute. Okay, I've got that precinct accounted for. Now, it might do me some good to talk to her parents. He thought about her father. Geez, I know we've gotten along so well since that first Thanksgiving weekend up at the Farm, but this is...well...serious. Might as well do it. With that, he dialed the number.

****

[Wabash, NY]

The telephone at the Blackwell farm rang softly, alerting the two elderly people.

"Who could that be at this time of night?" Mr. Blackwell asked.

"I'll find out," his wife told him gently before walking over to the receiver and answering, "Hello?"

"Hello, Mama B! It's David! How are you?" Dave cheered.

"Land sakes, boy! We're fine! And you?" she laughed pleasantly,

"Oh...I'm fine. Working hard and all of that. I...umm..." he sputtered.

"What's wrong, Dear? Is Angie all right?" she worried.

Just like Karen. "She's fine and doing well. We both are. I'll be going to see her in just a bit in fact."

"Who is it?" the farmer asked.

"Hang on," Mrs. Blackwell requested. Turning to her husband, she replied, "David Dubois."

The old farmer grinned as he shuffled toward a chair. While he was normally careful about his daughter's suitors, this young man stood out from the rest. "I'll wait in my chair for a shot at him," he chuckled.

Right. What else is new? "Is everything all right between you two? You didn't have a fight?"

"No...no...we're fine. Honestly. Umm..." he stammered some more.

No fight. She's fine. The relationship's fine. So what is...Oh goodness me. She blushed. The boy's going for the gusto. Bill's going to flip over this one. "Thinking about long term plans, are we?"

That comment made her husband spring to attention. What's going on over there?

Meantime, Dave responded, "Well, you can say neither of us are getting any younger, Mama. She makes me happy and well...I want to do the same for her...and geez...I can't even get...this out."

Chicken! Bwack-bwack! The Child baited from inside of his head.

She chuckled softly. "Now, David, it's all right. You're too tense. I'll tell you what. My crocheting needs some work. I'll give you to her father and you can ask your question to him, all right?"

"He's going to kill me," Dave muttered.

Before she hung up, she assured him, "No, he won't. These things are natural for two people such as yourselves. Here he is. Good night."

"Hi, Dave! How are you?" Mr. Blackwell asked. "What's going on?"

"Working hard as always and making sure that Angie's okay. I was just telling her mother that everything's fine. I just...well...wanted to ask you something," the librarian replied anxiously.

"Why are you so nervous? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"I guess. I knew this day would come, Papa B., but I'm still scared stiff about...your reaction," Dave told him.

"For you to be so tense right now...hmm...you two have shared serious feelings for each other for two and a half years and now, you're more nervous than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. You want to marry her, don't you?" he guessed.

"Yes, sir," he admitted, really nervous.

Aw, Ah knew Ah shoulda sold tickets to this! That loan would be toast by now!

Hey, shut up in there! This is hard enough without the color commentary!

Oooh...big words from the Big Chicken. Just spit the stupid question out, will ya already?

"Dave?" Mr. Blackwell inquired. "Are you still there?"

"Yes, sir. I'm here. Sorry, I've never done anything like this before," Dave responded, feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"And you want my blessing, right?" Mr. Blackwell thought back to the young man's visits over the past two years. Since that first Thanksgiving, he had accompanied Angie up there to visit them on several occasions. On those visits, the librarian helped out willingly and eagerly, only asking for their acceptance. Most recently, about two months ago, they had an emergency where he had fallen from the roof before the last section of corn could be planted. In that case, Dave had arranged for a week vacation and with his boss's blessing, dropped his work to help them with the crisis. Staying with them, the young man worked with Mrs. Blackwell to make sure that the field was planted.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wife looking expectantly at him. Even the clock seemed to stand still, waiting for his answer. As much as I hate to see my Angel with another man, you really make her happy, Dave, and I would really like to see you two together. "I need to ask a question, all right?"

"Okay," Dave agreed.

"Will you take care of her always? I want your word on that, Son," the farmer pushed.

"I promise, Papa. You know that I will," Dave vowed with all of his heart.

Mr. Blackwell smiled warmly and nodded to his wife before continuing, "Then you have my blessing, Dave. I hope Angie's agrees because I think you would be a good son-in-law. Do you have any plans yet?"

YES!!! Ah'm proud of ya, Bro! Ya did it! The Child cheered.

Shaking his head, Dave replied, "Not yet. I wanted to ask you first. I can say I have some ideas, a ring reserved, and a couple of place in mind to pop the question. Any suggestions?"

"Well, you could do it here, but we'd give it away. Plan carefully and make sure it's special. You only have one opportunity at this type of thing. Make it special," the farmer suggested.

"Thanks, I will. And thanks for putting up with me. I mean that," Dave told him, his eyes about to start watering. "Bye."

"You're family, Son. No matter how this all turns out, you remember that. Well, have a good evening." With that, the farmer hung up the phone and turned to his wife. "Nice young man. I hope she says yes."

"I hope so too," she agreed while crocheting more rapidly. "I hope so too."

Chapter 2 [The Next Day]

Dave rushed around at work trying to get everything finished on time. After a two-hour desk shift, he taught his 11AM class before holding office hours. Then he returned to the library to work on the facility's web site.

Finally, at 2:30, his stomach growled, protesting that it was empty. After closing his office door, he opened the little dorm fridge behind his office and took out a roast beef sandwich and a Diet Pepsi. Taking a bite, he mused, Mmm...Angie's right. That BBQ sauce does wonders for a sandwich. A beeping noise came from his computer. Hmm...new email. I wonder who it is? He opened the message to find:

Hi, Sweetie:

I just got my new email address this afternoon. I have to work the graveyard so I won't call until tomorrow.

Gotta run.

Love

Angie

Oh great. Give the kid a new toy, he mused playfully as he typed this response.

Hi, Princess:

Are you checking up on me? <g> Thanks for the note. The new addy's going in my Address Book right now. Hope that the shift won't drag on too long for you. Two other things: First, can you leave me a message when you get home so I know you're okay? Second: Wanna do something this weekend?

Let me know, okay?

Got a meeting. CD stuff-oh joy, joy...zzzzz.... <hehehehe>

Love

Dave

After sending the message, he thought for a second. She's writing to me about this stuff. I'm glad she's doing it. Yeah, I'm doing the right thing.

The Child guffawed, Wha? Askin' her to get married or draggin' us to that pointless meetin'?

As much as I agree, the job requires it. He looked at the agenda and turned his nose up. Just keep thinking that, Dave. Finishing his lunch, he walked out the door and headed for the meeting.

****

After work, he sat in the Burlington Mall's café area with an enormous Greek salad in front of him and the butterflies swirling around in his stomach. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small velvet box and opened it. Inside, a golden engagement ring sparkled at him, catching the lights and the fountain's sparkle for him. He tried to imagine what it would look like on Angie's hand especially as it caught the moonlight on her soft skin and off of her dark brown eyes.

This has gotta work. He snapped the case shut and put it back in his pocket before starting in on the salad.

Then he felt a tap on the shoulder. After a split second, he advised, "Rick, thanks for coming."

I hate it when he pulls that stuff. His former college classmate and close friend sat down across from the librarian. "I got your call. I know it's been almost a month since we've done anything, but we're both busy. How are things?"

"About as well as can be expected," Dave replied in between bites. "The job's bearable for once. Home life's the best it's been in years and Angie's doing great."

"So what's the big emergency?" Rick asked, studying his friend. He saw a bit of nervousness in the other's eyes. "Dave, we've been friends for far too long for you to pull the wool over my eyes. This is about Angie, right?"

"She's the best thing that's happened to me, Rick."

"I'll second that, but...hey, wait a minute! Let's see, you two just passed your two-year anniversary and you're acting this way. You're going to ask the question, aren't you?" Rick wondered.

"You sound like Karen," Dave cracked. "Besides, I don't want to blow another opportunity by waiting too long."

"I see what you mean," his friend concurred. They both knew that Angie was a rising young star in her field of oncology. Within a couple of years, she might be gone and then what? "What did Karen say?"

"She advised me to tread carefully..."

"Never your strong suit."

Dave growled at him.

"Sorry." Great, His moods are swinging again.

"...and she wished me luck. Geez, Rick, I hope this works out."

"So do I. You have the ring?"

"Right here," Dave noted, pulling the case back out and snapping it open. "I just bought it an hour ago."

"Well, I see you're serious about this plan of yours. Where are you thinking of asking her?"

"I was thinking about doing it while we're in Arizona. Maybe take her up to Sedona Canyon at sunset," Dave postulated.

Rick nodded. "Sounds good and you'll be back in Tucson. Go with your strengths, Buddy. Hey, can you hold the fort for a second? I'm going for a soda."

"Go for it," Dave agreed, putting his precious possession away.

When his friend returned, the two men discussed things for a long while before they drove convoy back to Scituate. Each one hoped that the plan would work. Only time would tell.

Chapter 3

[September 8th]

For Dave, the summer breezed by. Between the big projects at work and the time spent with Angie, the remaining month and a half didn't drag at all. The ring was safely locked in his desk drawer at home. Meantime, he and Angie debated about what to do with that weekend's activities. The schedule makers hadn't done the couple any favors as they had ASU playing Brigham Young in Tempe on the same weekend that Arizona was playing Virginia in Tucson. Fortunately, ESPN's decision to carry the first game on the preceding Thursday night cleared up things and avoided a potential conflict.

After that announcement, the plan was set. They would fly in and out of Sky Harbor Airport. Thursday would be Angie's day at ASU along with her game. On Friday, they would drive to Tucson where he would give a couple of guest lectures before they toured the campus and had dinner. Later that night, he would take her up to Sedona Canyon for the Big Moment. The U of A-U Va. game would finish off the weekend.

****

On the night before they left, Dave sat in the study nervously sipping a cup of mocha java coffee and trying not to get too twitchy.

Mr. Alvarez looked over at him. "Dave, what's going on? You're heading for Tucson tomorrow. Why are you so tense?"

Mrs. Alvarez beamed at the permanent houseguest.

Charles coughed, walking out of the room.

"Okay, what's waiting for you out there this time?" Mr. Alvarez demanded to know.

"It's going out there with him...from here," Caroline laughed.

"What could?"

"A question and a ring, maybe?" Charles suggested.

Dave shot Charles a dirty look telling the latter to cool it, but the elder man had already guessed. "Well, are you going to propose to Angie, then? I knew there was another reason for you scheduling a "home game" other than your love-hate relationship with Virginia. So that's what Karen wasn't telling me. Have you talked to her parents yet?"

"Yes and they gave me their blessing." Dave replied, allowing himself a smile.

Caroline cheered, "I knew they would! Oh, Dave, I hope this works out for you both!"

"You and me both," the librarian admitted, fingering his professor's fedora. Before the night in Cambridge, Tony Samuelsohn had given him this hat. Feeling especially anxious, he put it on at that moment. "Well, I'm ready."

At that moment, the phone rang and Caroline answered it, "Hello?"

"Hi, Caroline, this is Frank Landers. Is Dave still there or has he left yet?" Frank wondered.

"No, not until tomorrow morning. Hang on," she replied and handed Dave the phone.

Who now? "Hello?"

"Hey, Dave," Frank responded.

"Frank, what's going on?"

"Well, I heard that you're about to launch on a great adventure," Frank told him.

"Yup," Dave responded.

"And the ring?"

"What do you think, Wise Guy? It's safe. Friday night's the big night. Period," Dave informed him.

"Don't you mean Saturday's game?" Frank sassed.

"That's secondary on this trip and you know it," Dave added.

"If Karen didn't tell me that herself, I'd never believe it. Good luck out there. If anything happens, call us back ASAP. Well, I know you've got an early flight tomorrow, so I'll let you go. Good night and once again, good luck out there," Frank concluded.

"Later, Frank. Thank you for calling," Dave concluded, hanging up. "Okay, everyone, good night. I have to try to get some sleep."

"Good luck on that too, Dave," Charles cracked.

Smart ass. Dave grinned at them all before heading off for bed. At last, the time was almost there.

Chapter 4

Dave's clock went off at 4:30 the next morning, buzzing him back to reality.

Man, I was having such a great dream, he complained to himself, rolling over to look at the offending item. Then he remembered what day it was. Here we go, he mused. Hopping out of bed, he put on his robe and groped his way in the darkness down the hall toward the shower. After the steam from the shower had stirred him somewhat, he told himself, "Yeah, hopefully, today's the start of better things for me."

Going back to his room, he dressed quickly and headed downstairs for a quick breakfast. However, when he entered the kitchen, he found Mrs. Alvarez already there with the coffee maker perking away.

"'Morning," he greeted pleasantly while making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Good morning, Dave," she replied with a smile. "Ready for the trip?"

"Honestly, I've been ready for this trip for about three months now," he laughed. "My bags are all packed and ready to go. So am I."

At that moment, the phone rang and he answered it. Only one other person is up at this ungodly hour. "Hello?"

"Hi there! It's me! How are you this morning?" Angie asked.

Hearing her voice picked his spirits up immediately. "Dynamite! Arizona weather always gets me in a good mood, you know? And you?"

"Terrific. I'm ready for you, Big Boy. When does my carriage arrive?" she teased.

"Look for me in about a half-hour," he advised and blew her a kiss.

"Mmm. Keep that thought for Arizona, mein Freund! See ya!" she laughed and blew him a kiss of her own before hanging up.

Mrs. Alvarez shook her head. I hope this works for him. I really do. "Everything set?"

"You bet. Thanks for everything," he responded as they embraced.

"I spoke to Karen after you went to bed last night. She really hopes that this works out for you both. And, of course, we're all behind you here. Go and be happy!" she advised him.

He put on his professor's hat and tipped it to her. Then, grabbing his bags, he walked out the door towards the car, gunned the motor, and disappeared into the early morning darkness.

****

Angie grinned as she hung up the phone. That man is something else! Imagine, scheduling a trip to Arizona and everything! Her mind ran through all of the possible reasons and things they could do. Even as it did so, the familiar dread washed over her. But still, there's been something on his mind recently. He's been serious...much too serious. I hope I still get his motor going, she worried as she fussed with her hair one last time. Everything's in order.

Just then, a knock came at the door.

"Angie?" Dave called.

"Dave, I'll be there in a second!" she declared, putting on her jacket. Opening the door, she saw the hat on his head and laughed as she recognized the hat, "My goodness! Good morning, Dr. Samuelsohn. I thought that Dave was picking me up this morning. Is he back in Nurrengaard this morning with his runes?"

"Oh, that's really droll," he remarked dryly. He hefted her bag and brought it down to the car. "All set! Let's go!"

"Great," she agreed, locking the door and lugging a thermos into the car. "Fresh coffee? It's Bavarian Chocolate Cherry. Your favorite."

Accepting the cup from her, he sipped on the wonderful concoction, savoring its smoothness and sweetness. Yup. She knows me better than anyone and I can't think of a better person to ask The Question to than her. He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks! This is great and so are you!" Turning Bessie out onto the street, he noticed that the traffic light turned green. Good omen.

Well, he still likes his coffee, but why is he wearing the Doc's fedora? He only does that when he has really serious stuff on his mind. Could it be me? I hope I haven't done anything wrong. She fretted in her mind.

He noticed her sudden skittishness. "Hey, no nerves now! We're on vacation and I have the perfect travel partner. All right?" He rubbed her shoulder.

She flushed pink, embarrassed by the doubts in her head. I should know better. Hopefully, I'm wrong.

****

The direct flight from Boston to Phoenix was a quick one. Five hours later, they were in Sky Harbor Airport. After reclaiming their bags from the baggage claim, they picked up the rental car and took off for the hotel.

After changing into her "desert gear", she stood on the balcony and stared over the city blocks and into her old campus. I know I'm going to take my share of gibing today, but this is really special. She smiled, feeling warmth coursing through her. This is really sweet of him.

"Ready?" he asked, having changed into a short-sleeved button down shirt and khaki slacks.

"Absolutely," she concurred. "Come on." Taking his hand, she led him from the room.

"What's in the bag?" he asked although he already knew.

"What do you think, Dummy? Let's say, I come prepared," she retorted.

He simply shook his head.

After making sure that the door was closed, they crossed the street and entered the campus.

"Welcome to Hell. All out for Dante's tenth level," he joked.

She shook her head. We're barely in the gate and he's already needling me. Oh this is going to be some day all right. She smiled wryly and said, "Spoken like a true alum of your school. Besides, Dante's Hell only had nine levels in it as you're very well aware."

"If there were a tenth, this would be it," he teased. "And this...well...okay, I'll can it."

Still, as far as she was concerned, the joke was well timed and it relaxed her nerves. Over the course of that afternoon, she bounced around the place showing him all of her former haunts. As they walked back by the History department, he recognized a balding, slender man shuffling down the stairs. "Excuse me, Dr. Martinez?"

"Yes?" he asked hesitantly, looking at the duo approaching him. "Why, I'll be! David Dubois, it's been a while! How are you?" he asked, shaking the man's hand.

"I'm fine, thanks. I'm a librarian in Massachusetts now. The lady here is giving me a refresher tour of your campus. This is my girlfriend, Dr. Angela Blackwell."

"Pleased to see you again, Angela. You were in my class in 1990, right?"

She nodded, amazed that he could remember that far back. "Right. Your French Imperialism class and I really enjoyed it. Where do you Dave from?"

"The History honor society. Mr...excuse me, I mean--Dr. Dubois was responsible for reviving the U of A's chapter several years ago. You have quite the young man, Doctor. Keep a tight grip on him."

"Oh, don't worry about that," she remarked. "I'm not letting him go anytime soon."

Dave chuckled to himself. I hope that stays the case.

"Well," Dr. Martinez started, glancing at his pocket watch. "I really must be going, but good luck to you both. Do stay in touch, all right? It was wonderful to see you both again!" He shook their hands and then, started off toward the Student Union.

"Geez!" she cracked. "I figure to run the show here and you already know everyone."

"Hey, I can't help it if I have a good rep in this state." He shrugged and smiled back.

She shook her head, wondering how she would score enough points in their verbal judo duel to keep up with him. Don't try, Angie. This is good for him, she told herself. Clearing her throat, she noted, "It's 4:15 and game time's at 5. Be right back," she urged, finding a ladies room and going into it with her shopping bag. When she came out, she had her maroon football jersey, white t-shirt, and yellow shorts on and was fixing her hat so that the ponytail came out the hole in the back. "Eat your heart out, Chief. This is what the best dressed sports fans wear in this state."

"Oh pee-U! Oh ye of little taste," he snorted. "Still, when in Hell, act as the Devils do, I guess-no matter how insane that may be."

"That's right," she informed him as they headed into Sun Devil Stadium. "Let's see, I think we're going to have a couple of Sparky specials tonight."

"Are those Drake's Devil Dogs or Oscar Meyer in disguise?" he kidded her.

She rolled her eyes. Oh, he's on a real streak tonight. "Like I would let you eat second-rate stuff," she retorted. Seeing the smile on his face, she added, "And no, this isn't second-rate stuff."

"Yes, Mother," he shot back.

She shook her head and ordered their dinners at the concession stand. Then they found their seats about halfway up the grandstand on the 20-yard line.

"Not bad," he remarked.

Thinking she was making progress, she replied, "See? We do have the best seats and the best stadium."

He sighed, "Angie, I said the seats weren't bad. Whatever am I going to do with you?"

"Never satisfied, are you?" she asked, clearly having fun with this stream of banter.

"Nope except that you're here," he told her. "I do want you to enjoy tonight, all right?"

"I am," she said, a warm smile on her face. "I do appreciate this, Dave. Thank you."

He leaned back on the bleacher seat. For once, I actually want the Sparky Spawn to do well. C'mon, put her in a good mood for tomorrow.

At that moment, the ball was kicked off and the Devils' receiver took it back for a touchdown. From there, ASU never looked back, scoring two more times in the first half. When the carnage was finally stopped, the score was ASU 28, BYU 3.

"They actually looked halfway decent tonight," he jabbed when they were out of the crowd.

"Halfway decent?" she shot back. "Listen, my team just crushed a pretty good opponent tonight. I hope for your sake that your JV squad does the same to Virginia. Everyone from both schools knows, I'm sure, how important the "bloody crusade" is to you. Is that why you've been so serious?"

Nope, but let her think that for now.

"Once again, I did want to thank you for going to the game with me," she beamed and kissed him.

"No problem," he replied pleasantly. "What now?"

"Follow me," she told him, leading him toward a coffee shop across the street. For an hour, they sat there enjoying a couple of "late night specials" and each other's company. Then they returned to the hotel.

"Dave?" Angie whispered to him.

"Yes?" he replied softly.

"Thanks for today and for being so nice to everyone here," she expressed.

He faced her and stated earnestly, "I do have friends here, Angie. And this place, believe it or not, does hold some good memories for me. Some but not many." A smile twisted across his face at the end of the statement.

He couldn't let me get that one, could he? Ah, Dave, don't change. That's why I love you.

"By the way, got your work clothes out for tomorrow?" he asked.

"Right," she agreed. Duty calls. Oh well, Dr. Moten does want me to look at these things for the hospital. A couple of hours in exchange for the weekend isn't a bad trade, I guess. "And you have those lectures, right?"

He nodded. "Well, this boy needs his sleep if he's going to be sharp tomorrow. Thanks, Princess. Good night." He kissed her on the cheek and climbed into his bed as she did hers.

"No problem. Keep that up and it'll never be an inconvenience," she replied, shutting off the lights and dozing off.

Chapter 5

Dave stirred early the next morning and walked into the bathroom. He hadn't slept much the night before as his nerves ate at him. Closing the door, he showered and put on a blue shirt, a pair of shorts, and sandals.

Lookin' real snazzy there, Bro, the Voice cracked.

He shook his head. I was hoping for a break today, all right?

Ya'll think Ah'm gonna let ya walk into this alone? Get real. We're in this together, 'member?

Unfortunately, Dave thought to himself.

Ah heard that!

I meant for you to, the librarian pointed out.

Just stand firm, awright? We're getting' ourselves outta this hellhole. Once we're on home turf, kick tail, got it?

Yeah, I got it, Dave agreed.

Good. Hey, hang in there. Don't go chicken on us now. With that, the Child went silent.

Figures he would try to get in on the act, he complained to himself. Making his way back into the main room, he saw that Angie was still asleep in her bed. Time to get us some breakfast. She does look really beautiful like that. With that, he walked out into the desert morning and took a deep breath. "Mmm....yes!"

As he closed the door, she stirred and muttered sleepily. "Uhh, Dave? Is that you?" She opened her eyes slowly to see that she was alone in the room. "Dave, where are you?" she wondered aloud. Putting on her robe, she stuck her head in the bathroom and saw the steamed glass. Well, he showered so he must have stepped out for a minute. She ran her hands through her hair as she walked toward her bed. We do have to get going in a bit if we want to get breakfast.

At that moment, he walked back into the room with a plate of coffee rolls and two cups of coffee on a tray. "I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked.

"Nope. I was doing that well enough on my own! Good morning, Sweetie." She kissed him and held him tightly to her. "I heard you thrashing around last night. Are you all right?"

Just ready to explode from all of my nerves. Other than that, never better. Chill out, Dave, you can't let on about that. Composing himself, he smiled. "I'm just nervous about the lectures today."

"Just be yourself. Hey, just keep thinking on your feet as with this breakfast. It looks great. Thank you," she cheered, rubbing his shoulder and letting her eyes shine.

"If I get that kind of a reception from the students, I'll be golden," he laughed.

"What are you lecturing on anyway, 'Teach'?" she purred, rubbing up against him.

"In the morning, the Crusades. The afternoon piece is on Book History for the Library School and the English department. I hope you don't mind."

And why would I? Angie, you've gotta get him to loosen up. "Those are your specialties, Dave. I like to see you strut your stuff. I'm sorry that the tour will be during your morning session."

"That's okay. You need to network too. Dr. Moten's really counting on you having some notes from this stuff." Seeing her brow furrow, he continued, "Our bosses talk, you know."

"I suppose," she sighed. "Well, let me grab a shower and then, we can get going. Dave, save some of the 'Stuff' for me this afternoon. I want to see you at your best. Please?"

After she went into the shower, he chuckled. Oh yeah. You're going to get my crown performance in more ways than one. Trust me. Taking the little velvet box out of his pocket, he considered it for the millionth time. For something so small, it's causing its share of discontent and anxiety. Better put it away before she sees it. He stuck it back in his suit coat pocket just before she walked back out.

"Hmm...let's see. White blouse and the blue skirt and blazer," she decided, taking her formal wear back into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she walked out in her glory.

"Definitely better than the Sparky stuff," he chuckled.

"Hush, you!" she chided, swatting at the air by his ear playfully. Keep your sense of humor today, Dave. "Why don't you put your suit on and we can get going?"

"Seriously, you look divine if I do say so, Dr. Blackwell," he complimented, starting into his breakfast.  "All right," he agreed, eating his cinnamon roll and wiping off his hands. Making his way to the bathroom, he changed into his formal wear in record time. Five minutes later, he walked out, straightening his tie. "Ready!"

"Let's see," she declared, inspecting him. "Yeah, you're all set. I just finished my roll. Let's pack up the room and we can get going."

He nodded, following her lead. Within ten minutes, they had their stuff packed up. Twenty minutes later, they had checked out.

"Ready, Chief?" she asked even though she knew the answer already.

He chuckled, "What do you think?" Turning the key in the ignition, he drove the rental car out of the lot and up the on ramp.

"Punch it, Captain!" she declared, pointing south down I-10.

He shook his head. "As Simon and Garfunkel would've said, I'm homeward bound."

She shrugged. If it makes you feel better. "We're right on schedule. This should put us at the U of A about 15 minutes early. Typical for your anal on time attitude."

"And what's wrong with that?" he wondered, arching his eyebrow.

"Nothing except for the overly compulsive," she teased. "If that's your worst habit, Dave, don't worry about it." Except it isn't, but oh well, I can take it. "I am sorry that I have to miss your piece this morning though."

"It's okay. It's mostly canned stuff anyhow. This afternoon's the biggie."

"Is this when I get to hear you talk about The Project finally? And to see you in that suit, I can't wait!" she slurred, giving him a twisted grin of her own.

Even as she said that, the car hit the Tucson city limits. Within minutes, he felt the familiar buzz running through his system, easing his tension and relaxing him. Home. My home...

She watched this transformation with approval. Karen talked about the 'Tucson Effect' with him. I'm glad it's working. As much as this place was okay for me, it's his lodestone. In the same way he can deal with ASU, I can do the same for him here.

****

About 10:00, they drove up to the University Medical Center's front door.

"Well, here you are," he indicated, parking the car. "Are you going to be okay or should I wait for a minute?"

"I should be fine," she agreed, getting out of the car. "I don't want you to be late, Dave."

At that moment, a well-built man with dark hair and warm eyes approached them. "Excuse me, Dr. Blackwell?"

"Yes?" she asked.

"I'm Michael Fishburne, the administrator of this center. How do you do?"

"I'm great. Thank you, sir," she replied warmly yet professionally, shaking his hand.

"And this must be your companion?" he asked.

"You could call me that," Dave agreed, climbing out of the car and walking over to shake his hand. "David Dubois."

"The reference librarian/professor who's giving the lectures over on the main campus today? I'm going to try and make the afternoon session myself," Fishburne told him. "Good luck, Professor Dubois."

"Thank you," Dave replied, studying Angie in her element. She looks great. I hope this opens some doors for her. Then his mind flashed back to reality, "Well, I'm sorry I can't talk further, but I have to get ready for the morning session. Besides, I don't want to keep you two from your tour."

"It's no trouble," the administrator assured him. "Until this afternoon, then? "

"Good luck, Dave," she wished as she walked into the hospital.

And to you, he mused, getting back in the car and driving toward the main campus.

****

From the parking garage, it was a ten-minute walk over to the Social Sciences Building. By 10:30, he entered the facility and quickly found the History Department office. There, he found his old professors waiting for him.

"David! Good to see you again!" Dr. Merton greeted, "Ready for the talks?"

"Ready and raring. You know me," the librarian told them.

"Are you ever any other way?" Dr. Coltrane wondered, adding a humorous overtone to her voice. "Given your subject, we've extended the class period to the Tuesday-Thursday length to allow you your full speal."

That comment got chuckles from the other professors.

"Well, I don't want to keep my girlfriend waiting. I'm supposed to pick her up at the UMC right after the talk," he realized.

"All taken care of," Merton told him. "Penny, can you call the UMC and leave a note for them about...?"

"Angela Blackwell," Dave continued his thought.

Merton nodded as he recalled a student of his with that name. I wonder if it's the same person?

The Middle East scholar smiled as she heard the name. He's been talking about her in our emails, but this is the first time I've heard the name. "How long have you known her?"

"It'll be three years in January," Dave noted.

She smiled and pounced, "This is the girl from San Antonio, isn't it?"

He blushed and squirmed, barely managing to nod.

"I KNEW IT!!!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I told you that you were due for a decent relationship. So how are things going with you two?"

He motioned his old professors into the staff room and shut the door.

"So what's so secret?" Merton wondered.

Something's really going on for Dave to be like this. Dr. Coltrane inquired, "When are you going to answer the question?"

"I'm getting to it," Dave stated, taking the box out of his pocket. "This well actually." He snapped the box open to show them the ring.

"Wow," she admired. "When are you going to ask her?"

"Tonight. I was hoping to take her up to Sedona Canyon and pop the question at sunset."

She shook her head and sighed. "Sorry, Dave. No can do."

"What? Oh come on!" he protested. "You know how long I've been waiting to do this!"

She held her hands up to calm him down. We don't need one of his fits right now. "We have a full schedule for you today and tonight. Besides, the road to the canyon is under construction. Sorry."

He sighed, feeling the Child rant in his head. I've got to think of something. C'mon, Dave, you can do this. Where...Where? Ah, that's it!

What's it? The Child asked in confusion.

I've got an idea.

Now that's news. Ah think we oughtta let the Press hear about this one.

Shut up, will you? Taking a deep breath, he detailed, "I'll do it this afternoon over at the library school. It'll be unorthodox, but I can do it at least."

They shook their heads. When isn't he?

Looking at his watch, he saw the time was ticking down. Putting the case back in his pocket, he announced, "It's time to talk about Church militants again."

She smirked at that remark. "With you, it's always that time. Come on." She led the others toward the auditorium.

****

Angie's tour let out early due to the equipment problems. Rather than taking the full two hours, she saw everything in forty-five minutes.

"Sorry, we're still in the planning stages on some of these things. The rest of the items are being worked on even as we speak," Dr. Fishburne apologized. Glancing at his watch, he noted, "Unless you have any questions, I can arrange to get you over to the Social Sciences building before the lecture starts."

"Thank you. It's okay, sir. I'll think of some questions later, but this is a marvelous facility. I wish we had these tools back in Fall River," she expressed.

"Thank you for the thought," he replied as they walked past his receptionist's position. "Lori, can you get Dr. Blackwell over to Social Sciences?"

"Yes, sir," the receptionist agreed, taking the keys for the UMC's van. "Right this way, Doctor." She led the guest out to the parking lot and let her into a small white van. A ten-minute drive later, the van pulled up in front of the building. "Here you go."

"Thank you, Lori. I appreciate this a great deal," Angie expressed.

"No trouble at all. Dr. Fishburne will see you this afternoon, all right? It was nice meeting you," Lori replied. Then she drove away not wanting to leave the phone unmanned for too long.

Angie looked around at the back of Old Main and the various buildings. The place hasn't changed that much, has it? I would never admit it to Dave, but it does feel nice to be back here. Now to get to the lecture. She spied Dr. Moten on the stairs. "Excuse me...Dr. Moten?"

"Yes? Can I help you?" he queried, staring at her. "You do look familiar."

"It has been a while, sir. I was in your class about twelve years ago," she informed him.

"And you're here for the lecture judging from your clothes, right?"

She nodded.

He smiled warmly, realizing who the speaker was. "Angie, it's been too long. Come on, you can walk with me."

"Thank you," she accepted, following him inside.

Dr. Coltrane walked up the stairs and saw them walk in. "Roland, who's this? She looks familiar."

"She should. This young lady was a student here once and came back with our speaker. Angela Blackwell, this is Dr. Lydia Coltrane."

The Middle Eastern scholar inspected Angie head to toe. So. This is the young lady who has Dave in such an uproar. Very nice. "Pleased to meet you, Dr. Blackwell. Follow me."

"Great. Thank you," Angie accepted, following the two professors down the stairs and to their seats within the auditorium. "I hope this goes well. Between the lectures and tomorrow's football game, he's really nervous about this weekend."

Among other things. "He's hyped up for this, all right. Once he gets rolling, he'll be fine," Dr. Coltrane assured her.

She's right. He'll chill out after this stuff is over with today. She watched as Dave entered the room with the maps under his arm, put them up in the front, and position his notes.

"It's time. I'd best go introduce him," Dr. Coltrane advised.

"Okay," Angie agreed. Break a leg up there, Dave.

****

Dave inspected everything carefully; making sure it was in order. "Okay," he affirmed.

"Everything set?" his former professor inquired,

He nodded. "Everyone here?"

She smiled knowingly. "I'd say so."

"Okay, what's up? You have that quirky grin that usually precedes a surprise quiz on your face," he told her.

"The cameras are set as you can see if you look in the back. And if you look in the front row, you'll find your cheering section," she advised, pointing out the details.

He glanced to see Angie sitting there, trying not to be noticed. 

She smiled and gave him the "Okay" sign with her fingers. 

She made it. Leave it to her to be here for me.

"Don't think about that right now," his professor whispered.

He looked at her sharply. "Yeah, you try doing that. Well, let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

She agreed and introduced him before setting him loose.

Here he goes, Angie thought anxiously.

Dave didn't disappoint. He bade the audience of mixed students and faculty, "Remember, folks, if we take nothing else away from this session, it's that every Crusade was unique from the others." With that, he went into lecture mode. For the next hour and a half, he talked about the various movements between East and West, going into detail on the conflicts and the combatants between 1070 and 1700. His pointer moved all over the map of the Mediterranean, pointing this event out here, a related one thousands of miles away and tying them together.

For Angie, it was so overwhelming. So often, she had heard others speak of him like this, but she had never truly seen him in his element, confidently striding through the annals of history as if it were one of their walks along the beach at sunset. He talks about me in my element. Geez, I can't compare with this.

Before he could ask any questions at the end of the session, hands sprung up enthusiastically.

Dave smiled and took ten queries before the professors cut the session off.

Then his former classmates-now Ph. D candidates, all stood up and applauded him. The exile had returned in thunder and earthquake and did what he excelled at, setting the world on its ear-again.

Angie shook her head, allowing a single tear to fall. I'm so proud of him. Canned stuff indeed. If this was canned, I can't imagine what he's going to throw at us this afternoon.

"He's something else, isn't he?" her former professor asked.

"Yes. He is amazing," she concurred, still admiring the presentation. Seeing that he had packed everything up, she waited as he stepped down from the podium. And to think I would have missed this if things had gone as they should have. Some things are meant to be. Thank you, Lord.

Dave shook hands with his former professors one by one, working his down the line. Then he reached her at last. "Hi."

"Hi yourself," she cracked. "My tour got out early."

"So I hope you weren't bored," he remarked. "I was a little off my game."

"If we all had that problem," Dr. Coltrane teased him.

"You were...what? Dave, that was the most amazing lecture I have seen! To go and do what you did? Come on! I...well....I 'm flabbergasted to say the least. Thank you for sharing that with me," she told him. "Don't ever apologize for that, all right? To me, you're the best at what you do. No more hanging your head. Got it?"

"Yes, Ma 'am," he replied, giving her the smirk. "Thanks for making it over here."

"My pleasure," she told him. "Now let's go and get some lunch."

As they left, Dr. Coltrane nodded approvingly. She's definitely good for him. I hope this all works out.

Chapter 6

An hour later, Dave and Angie strolled out of the Student Union and made their way through the row of fraternities and sororities toward their next destination.

As they turned onto First Avenue, she chuckled, "Figures that the U of A would have a department in a frat house."

"It was at one time until the school bought it," he replied. "And no-I can't see myself dealing with a frat."

She mused, No. I can't see that either although it would be interesting to watch for a while. Then, she saw an adobe building with a green metal gate in front. Through the open barrier, she saw a stone courtyard with an olive tree in the middle. "This is it, huh? Simple and contemplative. Just your style."

Dave led her inside and looked about, remembering scattered events and accomplishments. As always, the memories remained fragmentary, a collection of shards floating about in a sea of despair. One day, I'll know everything that happened here.

At that moment, a familiar voice crowed, "Hey, gang, look who's back!" His advisor, Dr. Chuck Rollinson, strutted from the office with a grin on his face. "How's everything?" he asked, shaking his former student's hand.

"Pumped for this afternoon," Dave replied. "By the way, remember when you guys were ribbing me in San Antonio?"

He nodded. "Yeah, something about a hot date of yours." Looking at his companion, he smiled. "Don't tell me this is her."

"It is," the librarian grinned, savoring the moment. "Dr. Chuck Rollinson, this is Dr. Angela Blackwell. Angie, this is my library school advisor."

"Charmed," she smiled, shaking his hand.

"Likewise," he replied. She's a knockout all right. For once, ALA did somebody a favor by choosing their site carefully. 

"I'm following him around today...putting up with the Stuff," she teased.

Rollinson roared with laughter. "She's a good reality check for you, David. I'd keep her around!"

"That's the plan," Dave concurred.

"And I'll second that, especially after his performance this morning," she chimed in.

"Yeah, I was over there. I hope you've got something left in the tank for this afternoon, Pal. Ready for our crown performance?"

He sighed and squirmed, "Yeah." In more ways than one.

His mentor studied him. Something's up here. David's usually bouncing off of the walls for this stuff.

Angie cut in, "Sorry, are you both going to speak?"

"We're doing the whole history of printing in one shot. Heck, Rick Donaldson and Hank Gunther are getting into it too. He and I are doing the early stuff," Rollinson explained. "Oh, Dave, your boss, Tamiani, called. He's looking forward to this show, as are twenty-five other libraries. If this morning was any sign, you'll bring the house down!"

"I'll say he will. If you're right, he'll have to do an encore," Angie concurred.

Princess, you have no idea. "One show at a time, especially if the boss is watching, Angie." He winked at her, letting her know that he was kidding. "We are the others?"

"Everyone's making arrangements for our presentation. You'll see them over at Modern Languages later," his mentor stated.

"Meantime, however, there are others who would like to say hello," a medium petite woman with curly red hair indicated pleasantly. "Hello, Dave, great to see ya!"

"Hi, Kristin," he replied warmly as they shook hands.

"And this must be Angie! Pleased to meet you. Dave said you were a doctor," the Program coordinator stated.

"Some day, I will be. I'm just a resident for now," Angie replied, managing a smile. "Another six months, I estimate. Umm, I'm sorry...but is there a ladies room?"

"Sure. Through the glass door and to the left," Kathleen pointed out.

Dave indicated, "Right this way." Leading her through the door and down the hall to the desired place. "I need to talk over some last minute things about the teleconference with Chuck and Kathleen. I'll be back in ten minutes, all right?"

She nodded. "Sure. I'll be at the table over there looking at my notes."

He kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, Princess."

She watched him leave. He's trying to put up a good front, but he's still so serious. What the heck is it? Cut it out, Angie. He'll tell you when he can.

****

Meantime, Dave walked into Kathleen's office where the others waited for him.

"All right, David," Rollinson inquired. "What's eating at you? You're nervous and antsy."

"You noticed it during the lecture this morning, didn't you?" Dave responded, smiling nervously. I could never fool him.

"Damn straight," the other man stated. "Are you okay?"

She looked at him. His nerves seemed to peak around Angie. I wonder... "Is Angie all right?"

"She's fine."

"Then what is it?" Kathleen queried.

Dave let out a deep breath and looked at them seriously. "Okay, guys, I need this to be a secret. Remember when Angie asked about the encore?"

"Yeah. So?" Rollinson asked.

"I have one planned already actually. I'm going to need your help," the librarian admitted, producing the small case from his pocket and popping it open.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" Kathleen exclaimed, putting her hands over her mouth.

His mentor shook his head. Only David would try something like this. Oh well, what the Hell? She'll be good for him. "And they say you aren't a show man! Man, you aren't kidding. What an encore this will make!"

"So you'll help me?" Dave wondered.

"Oh, you know it. Tell you what, when we're done with the talk and offline, I'll turn the podium back over to you. Then you can nail her with the question," Rollinson suggested.

"Charles. You don't nail a girl with a proposal," Kathleen disapproved, shooting him a sharp glance.

"He knows what I meant," the professor stated gruffly. "Come on. Let's plan some strategy."

Before they left, Dave requested, "Kathleen, would you mind keeping Angie company? I think this is going to past the ten minutes I mentioned to her. She's already stressed because of my nerves. She was muttering in her sleep last night, worrying that I wasn't interested in her any more. Wait until she finds out how wrong she is."

"I'd be happy to do so," she agreed. "Just don't be too long, all right?"

He nodded and followed Rollinson to the latter's office.

Afterwards, Kathleen walked into the lab and over to Angie. "Hi!"

"Oh, hi. Where's Dave? Still wrapped up in stuff?" Angie wondered.

"Sorry. Dr. Rollinson's got him talking about things. They'll be done in a few minutes. Meantime, I wanted to talk to you," Kathleen indicated.

Angie nodded and asked, "Dave's so nice, isn't he?"

When he's in the right mood. Cut it out, Kathleen, she probably knows all of this. "The girl who gets him is going to be truly lucky, Angie. Why do you ask?"

"Well, recently-he's been so uptight and won't let me in. Usually, he tells me everything, but since July, there's been this thing brewing inside of him and I know it has to do with me. Am I bugging him? Why won't he tell me?" Angie continued.

Dave, you dragged this out far too long. Only you could plan marriage and let her think you want to break up with her. Thank God, you're finally going to do it. "Hey, I just talked to him not even two minutes ago about you. I saw that look in his eye. The man loves you, Angie, and he's not the type to play the field, trust me. I think before the weekend's out, he'll let you in on what's going on."

"You think so?" Angie hoped, standing at the point of tears.

"I know so," Kathleen affirmed.

Just then, Dave hurried into the room. "Angie? Sorry, I kept you waiting. I got back here as soon as I could." He looked over her shoulder to Kathleen who gave him the 'okay' sign and mouthed 'Ask her' to him. He nodded.

"Thanks, Kathleen. See you over there?" Angie expressed.

For the show he's got planned? I wouldn't miss it for the world. "I'll be there. Count on it."

Taking her hand, he led his girlfriend out of the complex and back toward the Modern Languages Building. As they walked, he whistled "Holly Holy" and smiled at her occasionally.

"Are you okay, Dave?" she asked.

"Butterflies are murder, but I'll be okay. Having you here is the best medicine though," he assured her.

Good. "Well, things will be a lot calmer after the session. And we'll have to celebrate before the game tomorrow," she concluded, having no idea of the implications of his plans and her words.

I hope so. Believe me, Princess, I hope so. He held the door open for her as they entered the room.

Various faculty members milled around the auditorium, trying to find a suitable seat as they waited for the last speaker to arrive.

After several introductions and well wishes, Angie spied Drs. Fishburne and Coltrane sitting near the front. "Dave, if you don't mind, I'll go sit with them, all right? Let's talk after the session, all right?" she requested.

"Absolutely. Just remember, enjoy yourself, all right?" he responded. "I wasn't going to say this, but my piece is dedicated to you...for all of the times you got me to the library and let me know that I do count. Thanks."

Where did that come from? Okay, something smells here... "I appreciate the sentiments, Dave. Knock 'em, dead, all right?"

"Count on it, Princess," he smiled, gripping her hand.

She nodded and walked off toward her seat still wondering what he meant. It's nice that he's dedicating the piece to me, but there's more than that going on here.

****

Meanwhile, Dave walked up to the podium where the Library School director waited for him. "Dr. Harrison."

"Dave, welcome back," the elder man greeted, shaking hands with him. "Ready?"

"My notes are set," the librarian informed him.

"And the other prop, I'm sure," he cracked. "Rollinson let me know that you have something else up your sleeve."

"A crucial question actually," Dave said low. "Don't worry, we have it all planned out."

"I'll second that," Rollinson concurred, joining them. "We're set. David?"

Dave stole a glance at Angie and smiled at her. This has gone on long enough. "Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" He rubbed his hands together. My great gamble.

Harrison walked to the podium and announced, Good afternoon, everyone. On behalf of the schools and libraries on the network, I wish to welcome you all to this combined lecture pertaining to the History of the Book by several outstanding members of the library community: Dr. Chuck Rollinson, Dr. Rick Donaldson, Dr. Hank Gunther, and Dr. David Dubois. Dr. Dubois will take us up to 1700. Dr. Rollinson will tackle the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Dr. Donaldson will do the 1800s through 1950. Finally, Dr. Gunther will look at present trends. So, without further ado, Dr. Dubois, the floor's yours."

Dave walked to the front of the room and took a deep breath. Here we go. "Good afternoon, everyone. Can everyone hear me?"

From the microphone in the back, he heard his boss reply, "Great, Dave! You look happy to be back there. We're looking forward to this. And if I may say, everyone out there at the other schools, he's been prepping for this afternoon for two months now. Get ready."

He has no idea. Dr. Coltrane mused to herself, somehow keeping a poker face.

"Thank you. Okay, everyone," he started, taking a deep breath and setting himself before heading back to Antiquity and the Middle Ages. For the next hour, he spoke about the nature of this subject. Then he turned it over to his mentor and headed back to the panel.

One by one, his cohorts made their points over the next hour and a half, following the lead and injecting their own ideas into the mix. To say the least, the audience was intrigued and each panel member enjoyed the others' respective presentations.

Finally at 5:30, Dr. Harrison opened the floor to questions. For twenty-five minutes, the audience had time for questions before he brought the event to a close. "Thank you, everyone. We're logging off now."

After the connection was down, the moderator held up his hands. "Everyone, please stay in your seats. Dr. Dubois, you're back on again. Ready?"

"Go for it," Rollinson whispered in his ear.

Dave took a deep breath and moved to the podium slowly. For the first time in Tucson, he felt as if he was going to fail. Then, remembering where he was, he collected himself. Suck it up, Dubois. You're on your turf. These are your friends.. You want Angie as your wife. Screw it. Here we go. He clapped his hands and prepared to start his next piece...the main event.

Chapter 7

Angie sat enthralled by her boyfriend's performance for the second time that day. It's too bad about whatever happened that summer term because he'd be a great professor.

Dr. Coltrane whispered to her. "Some speech, huh?"

"Everyone did a great job. Let's get to dinner so I can get on with that conversation with Dave," Angie commented.

"Not yet, Angela," Dr. Fishburne advised, placing his hand on her arm.

"What?" she wondered. Once again, she asked, "Okay, what's going on?" Seeing everyone looking at her, she fretted, "Did I do something? Oh great, now I've managed to embarrass him in front of you." She shook her head and put her face in her hands.

Dave took the initiative and said, "Angie, you didn't do anything. Okay? Just relax and bear with me, all right?"

She stared. "Dave? What is this?"

"The encore we were talking about," he started. "Everyone, thanks for staying around. A lot of people have helped on this project and for that I'm grateful. I'm also grateful for the emotional support of my friends...."

He paused and looked at Angie as he started toward her. "However, one person has helped me to put it all together over the past three years. One very special person has helped me to put it all together from the time we met in San Antonio. Tonight, I am completing the circle. Since that night, I have always thought of you. I need you. What was I whistling on the way over here?"

She frowned, trying to fight off her anxiousness. "Holly Holy, I think," she guessed.

"Right. I do remember one thing during that nightmare in the darkness. During that trip, the creeps baited me, they made me hurt, they made me ticked off, but you kept me going. Even when things went totally black, you were there to pull me out," he continued as he walked toward her seat and grabbed the little box in his pocket.

"Okay, Dave! I can't take this anymore! What's going on?" Angie exclaimed, jumping out of her seat and staring intensely at him. "I know you're not satisfied with me, but you're going to embarrass me too?"

"I wanted to do this in Sedona Canyon tonight over a picnic dinner at sunset, Angie. Just hear me out, all right?" he requested. Seeing her nod, he took the box out and got down on one knee, "I love you and I've almost let my nerves wreck this relationship. Angie Blackwell, will you marry me?"

At first, the words didn't register, then she gasped, "Dave, are you serious? This is no joke!"

"Oh, I've never been more serious about anything in my life," he declared, opening the box to reveal the engagement ring. "Angie, I'll say it again, I love you. I'll shout it from the top of the bleeping tower if you want. I don't care! I love you and who cares what anyone else thinks? I would be honored if you'd be my wife."

She sat in stunned silence, trying to soak this in. I was afraid he was going to break up with me and he was thinking about this. Oh God. "I...I...don't know what to say...."

Everyone in the room watched him, guessing from previous experience about the emotional tempest going on inside of him.

"Oh great," he muttered, feeling his head starting to go numb. "I screwed it up."

She looked at him and saw the consternation on his face. He's serious! He...oh wow! Angie, there's only one answer. "Dave."

He put his face to the ground, not hearing her, not hearing anyone but the Child's screams and concentrating on holding him in check. No, I won't...not here.

"Dave?" she called, holding him against her. "It's okay."

"We can...still be friends, right?" he asked desperately.

"And more. Do you think, David Dubois, that I'm going to let you back out of my life? No way! I say 'Yes'! I want to be your wife and you for my husband!" she asserted, kissing him on the mouth hard. "Sorry, I know that's not dignified, but I don't care. We are a pair, Dave, and it's time we showed the world why. Partners?"

"You know it," he agreed, clasping her hand with determination.

"So this was your 'big problem', huh?" she queried, frowning. "You could have sprung the question sooner, ya know."

"I wanted to do it here." He shrugged. "First, however....put out your hand if you would. I'm not waiting a minute longer for this."

She grinned and held out her left hand. "Third finger, Chief."

He glanced at her. "I know where to put it, all right? Geez, back seat driver too, ain't cha?" He slid the ring on her finger and kissed her again. "There, that makes it official."

Everyone applauded. Nothing ever came easy for Dave. Why should his proposal be any different?

Dr. Coltrane reached under her seat. "Dave, want these?" she asked, producing a bouquet of red roses.

"Yes. Thanks," he accepted before handing them to his new fiancé. "These go with the ring."

"I..." she choked back a couple of sobs as she fell back into her seat. Then, it hit her. Looking around, she asked, "You all knew, didn't you?"

"Yes!" the witnesses chorused.

"I can't believe this. Everyone knows but me! Oh well, all's well that ends well," she concluded. "Let's go tell everyone back home. First though, thank you!"

"YOU'RE WELCOME!"

Kathleen tapped her on the arm. "I told you that everything would be all right."

"Yes. I really should have trusted him more," she admitted.

"Just be happy, you two. All right?" Kathleen asked.

"We will. We'll meet you all in the Faculty Club in fifteen minutes. We have two calls to make first," Dave told them, walking out of the auditorium with Angie in hand. Getting out into the desert sunshine and air, he sucked in a big lungful of air. "Ahhh!!!!"

"Feeling better, aren't we?" she gibed, walking over to a pay phone. "Serves you right for keeping it from me, Dummy." She dialed Karen's number and waited.

"Hi, Angie," Karen answered.

"How did you know it would be me? You were in on it, weren't you?"

"Uh huh. So what happened?"

"Well anyhow, his speeches went great and then, the stinker coerced me into marrying him with this diamond. Can you believe it?" Angie cracked.

"Wait a minute. His talk just ended about five minutes ago. So...wait a minute, don't tell me he did it in front of everyone?"

"Uh huh, eat your heart out! Well, now that we're onto the M-stage, I was hoping that you would be my matron of honor, Karen." Seeing Dave nod, she continued, "Dave supports this too."

"I'd be honored. I'm so happy for you both! I can't believe he did that so publicly, but I can't say I'm surprised. Has he told Frank yet?" the nurse wondered.

"He's next. Umm, we just have time to call you two before we need to go into the Student Union for dinner. Can you spread the word?" Angie requested.

"Absolutely," Karen indicated. "You two don't worry about a thing, all right? Just keep Dave in check tomorrow, all right?"

"Right," Angie agreed. "Well, see ya later." With that, she hung up. "Okay, Dave. Your turn."

He nodded and started dialing Frank's number.

In New York, Frank picked up his phone. "Hello?"

"Frank, it's Dave. What's going on?" the librarian asked.

"I don't know. You tell me. So what happened?"

"Well, the lectures were cool."

"Yeah, I heard. And?"

"The food's great."

"AND?"

"The views are to die for," Dave chuckled, earning him a wry look from Angie.

"Argh! And wait a minute, you just finished speaking. So, why are you calling me now? You haven't had the chance to ask her yet. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet?"

"To answer the questions on your mind: yes, I did finish speaking, yes, I did ask her, and yes, she accepted. I actually popped the question after you all went offline," Dave explained.

"You mean I could have been in on it? Oh man, why couldn't you have left that up, Dave? I would've loved to have seen it," Frank griped.

"No, Frank, I nearly blew it badly enough on my own in front of the professors. A virtual audience on top of it would've cracked us."

Angie cracked, "Speak for yourself, Buster. We could have sold tickets and paid for our wedding that way. Time's wasting. Ask him and let's go."

Dave sighed and requested, "I'm going to need a best man, Frank. What do you say?"

The words finally hit the doctor. "You mean you actually asked her in front of all of those people?"

"Yup."

"At the meeting?"

"Right."

"What happened to the Canyon?"

"Road construction and a full slate."

The Dubois luck bites him in the ass again. Well, he was always the best innovator in the class. "Does Karen know?"

"She's Angie's matron of honor. Well?"

Frank accepted, "Absolutely! Our best to you both! We'll talk when you get back. See ya!"

Dave hung up and turned to her. "Okay. We have our best man."

"And we have about ten minutes until we're expected. I'd like to hit a restroom first," she requested.

"Me too. Come on," he urged, walking with her down the mall toward the Student Union.

Chapter 8

The catering service had prepared the Faculty Club well for the reception. The room was decorated with streamers and balloons. The table creaked with food and wine.

For the attendees, the reasons for celebration abounded. The talks had gone well. Dave's proposal and his engagement to Angie had succeeded. Best of all, the session provided still more bonding opportunities for the scattered academic colleges across the university.

Ten minutes into the mingling, a signal was given and Dr. Merton announced, "Attention. I would like you to turn to the door where our speaker, Dr. Dubois, and his new fiancé are joining us. Dave and Angela, congratulations!" His words spurred on applause.

Angie's smile widened. "Thanks, Dave! This is Heaven. It can't get any better," she smiled. Then she stuck her left hand up and allowed the candlelight to reflect off of her new ring.

"Hey, David! What about the wedding?" somebody yelled from the Peanut Gallery.

The medievalist smirked. They don't let up, do they? "C'mon, guys, do you think I just whip these ideas out of thin air?"

"You did with the proposal this afternoon!" Rollinson revealed.

Angie arched her brow at the latest speaker. "That, as Dave pointed out, was hardly his fault. I appreciate ingenuity. I trust my guy here to work with me on things, all right? Meantime, I have my matron of honor. He's got the best man locked up. Details to follow as they're resolved."

The couple sat at the head table and enjoyed the wonderful food. For an hour, they ate and enjoyed each other's company.

Then Dr. Fishburne approached the table once the dishes were cleared away and stated, "Attention, everyone! I have something to offer our bride to be. Dr. Blackwell, I have been on the phone with the administrator of the Fall River Hospital about you." Seeing her eyes bulge, he assured her, "You did nothing wrong. In fact, your demeanor impressed me today during the tour as well as in the second session under duress and the quality of your research. I'm offering you a place on my staff. Will you join us?"

Angie gasped. Wow. I'll be a real doctor, not just a resident, but also a doctor! "This is really great, Dr. Fishburne, and I want to accept, but what about Dave?"

"Angie, don't worry about me," Dave told her.

"What? You want me to leave you?" she asked shocked.

"No. Weren't you listening this afternoon? Look, I'll move out here with you," he replied, trying to explain what he meant.

"I can't ask you to give up your career," she protested.

"And I won't ask you to do the same for me. Besides, I'll have Tucson and you. I'll figure something out. I always do," he assured her.

"That's a noble gesture, David," Dr. Fishburne complimented. "And I especially appreciate it, however, I think we have you taken care of as well. Dr. Sommers?"

Caitlin Sommers, the Libraries' Dean, approached the table next. "Thank you. David, you've been a fine student, friend, and colleague for the last decade. Given your circumstances at the moment, we might be able to help each other and continue our association. We've got an opening for a Reference Librarian and want to train you as the next History bibliographer. What do you say?"

"What about my job at U-Mass?" Dave queried. "I have to give them a month's notice at least."

"Danny Tamiani's a good friend," Dr. Harrison stated. "But given the events of the past two hours, Caitlin, Michael, and I finally convinced him to release you from your obligations there. It's no secret you want to return here, David. I will tell you that the librarians there don't want you to go, however they understand that things have changed."

"And we want you back," Dr. Sommers added. "Well, David?"

"I accept pending my fiancé's input," he replied.

"Since the ball's in my court, then. I'm taking the position on your staff, Dr. Fishburne, and Dave's accepting the librarian position. Looks like you've got your linebacker back in the lineup again," Angie asserted.

A playful groan went up from the collective faculty in the room. As much as they admired Dave's tenacity, there were times when it was a little much.

"Oh, poor you," he teased. "Seriously, everyone, thanks from both of us. We're looking forward to this challenge."

"And we're moving things along since we have to set a date and stuff," she added.

"That's easy," he told her. "January 28th. The third anniversary of the lunch date."

"Well. Okay. See? I told you so," she assured the others.

As the clock struck nine, Dr. Coltrane got up and said, "Well, it's been a long day for our speaker and his fiancé, and we know he's got a big night tomorrow. Coach, you're here somewhere, aren't you?"

Coach Respert stood up and promised, "The seniors, especially those who you helped in your study groups, still remember what you went through, David. Practice has been spirited this week. Come to Arizona Stadium tomorrow night, everyone. As for you, David, if you want to talk to the guys before the game, you're welcome to do so. Just come by about 6:50 to our sideline."

"He'll be there, Coach," Angie promised. I want to hear this speech. Heck, I might even try to tape it for the folks back East. Mike and Karen won't believe this one. Oh brother, Dave'll be in prime form.

"On that note, guys, thanks a lot! It's been a fabulous day! Dr. Sommers, is there a way we can talk about things before Angie and I leave on Sunday afternoon?" Dave asked.

"Come by on Saturday on your way to the stadium. You've done everything else in that football jersey of yours, so why not negotiate too?" she teased.

"And I'll meet you there at about 5:45 or so?" Dr. Fishburne commented. "That way, we can get you signed as well, Angela."

"Fine with us. Well, we have to go. Thank you, everyone. See you all soon!" Dave concluded, smiling and waving to their colleagues as he guided Angie through the masses and out of the door, leaving them to applaud their return loudly.

Chapter 9

Saturday dawned breezy and cool, but by mid-afternoon, the temperature would once again shoot over the century mark. Still, it would be a beautiful day nonetheless.

Once again, Dave rose early and walked out onto the balcony. There, the view of the Santa Ritas greeted him in their full glory. I can't believe this all worked out as it did. It feels like a dream but it isn't. I'm really coming back here and Angie will be at my side. I'm coming home to start a family of my own at last. Taking a breath of the desert air, he felt the load come off of his shoulders. Walking back into the hotel room, he saw her still dozing in her bed. On the pillow rested the hand with the ring on it bringing a mile to his face. She's so gorgeous. He leaned over and kissed her softly. Then, he headed for the shower.

While in there, he heard the phone ring. Who would call now? He scrambled out of the shower only to hear the ringing stop and Angie start speaking. Okay, back in, then.

****

Angie relaxed in her bed, listening to the hum of the air conditioner and musing about what had happened too. Several times during the night, she had walked over to the mirror to check her hand, worried that she had dreamed the whole thing.

Every time, the engagement ring glistened back at her.

Each time, feeling safe, she went back to bed and dozed back off contentedly.

Finally, she heard the phone ring. "Mmm...what? Who?" Stirring, she heard the shower running so she answered it. "Hello?"

"Angie? This is Cybelle. Sorry, I forgot about the time change. How are you doing?"

She smiled and muttered drowsily, "...still half-asleep. Dave's in the shower." She took a breath and woke up all of the way. "Okay, we have a full day planned anyhow so I need to be up."

"I just wanted to congratulate you two. Karen called me last night with the news. Mom and Gram were so happy! We'll have to talk about things when you two get back," her prospective sister-in-law told her.

"There was something else that happened last night. The folks here offered us jobs. We're taking them and moving back out here." Hearing Cybelle tsk to herself, she added, "Now, Cybelle, wait a minute!"

"It would figure he'd drag you back to that sandpit on a permanent basis. Typical."

"Hey! Okay, so it's not Tempe-I'll give you that. But we both had great school experiences out here and ASU is up the interstate. Actually, if anyone was going to do the dragging, it would have been me."

"Huh?"

"That's right. They offered my job first and your brother was ready to leave the library and move out here with me. Fortunately, the library gave him the opportunity as well. We're not that crazy about New England weather, you know...well, except in the fall," the doctor explained.

I suppose I can pop down there whenever I wanted to see them. Maybe I can take Mom too. "I suppose. Are there any other details about the wedding yet or is that going to be spur of the moment too?"

"Next January 28th."

"What? Angie, you can't be serious! That's only four months away. Mike and I have some vacation time, but where will we have it?"

"We're not sure. Look, I don't want to hear about it, all right? I just want to enjoy this moment. Besides, I have a spot in the wedding party and was thinking of having you on it. Well?"

"You know you couldn't keep me away," the priestess asserted. Somebody's got to make sure this goes right.

Just then, Dave walked out of the shower in his robe and a towel over his head. "Who's that?"

"Your sister," she smiled, heading for the bathroom and shutting the door.

"Cybelle, what's up?" he asked.

"I think that's my question to you, Pal," she replied. "A proposal and a move in under 24 hours?"

"The proposal's been in the works for months. As for the move, well, you know this place and me. Angie feels the same way...well, she would rather be in Tempe, but we're close enough," he explained. "So, Karen told you the news, huh?"

"She did. We're all really excited for you, ya know."

Within his head, the Child snorted, Yeah right. Ah'll bet they are.

Dave shook it off and kept going, "I take it Angie asked you about the wedding party?"

"She did and I accepted. Dave, I have to say this is really last minute. Where are you going to do it?"

"Everything except the reception hall is under control, all right? Look, we'll talk when Angie and I get back. See you later!" he concluded.

"Right," she replied, hanging up.

He smiled as he hung up the phone and picked out some casual clothes. Today's going to be quite a day.

****

For most of the morning, they drove around the Old Pueblo, poking in bookstores, browsing for clothes, and looking at apartment complexes. About 3 PM, they returned to the hotel for a brief respite before heading out.

"Dave, do you mind if I call my parents?" she requested.

He nodded and asked, "Need privacy?"

She shook her head and dialed in her credit card number along with her parents' phone number.

In Wabash, her father answered it, "Hello?"

"Hi, Daddy!" she cheered. "How are you?"

"Great, Angel! Hey, umm...has David talked to you yet?"

"We've done quite a bit of talking since last night actually. Well, since he asked his 'big question'. You knew, didn't you?"

He sighed with relief, "He finally asked you?"

"Yes."

"It's about time. I gave him my blessing about two months ago. I guess he was waiting until you were out there. And your answer was?"

"The world will be referring to me as 'Dr. Dubois' after January 28th!" she replied, looking at her new ring yet again.

"Angel, I'm glad you accepted!"

"Umm, Daddy, do you think that Brother Tony can do it on such short notice?" she hedged.

"I don't know. He's sitting right here. Hang on," her father told her.

A moment later, the minister inquired, "Angela, I thought I heard that your friend was going to ask you to marry him?"

"He did and I accepted, Brother Tony. I know this is kind of short notice, but we're getting married at the end of next January and well..."

"You want me to do the service? Absolutely. I would be honored. We can plan some more when you get back, all right? I'll let you go," he concluded. "Your parents send their best. Thank you. Both of you fly safely tomorrow."

"We will. Thank you, sir," she replied. "Have a great day." With that, she hung up and fell back onto bed, relieved to have that detail resolved.

"Good choice on the minister," Dave commented from behind the sports page.

"I'm glad you think so," she teased. "As if there was anyone else on the radar screen for the job."

Putting down the newspaper, he walked into the bathroom with some things under his arm.

Cripe. Here he goes. Mr. Mildcat's back.

A minute later, he came out in the cardinal and navy home football jersey, a blue t-shirt, black jeans and matching shoes. "Now this is real sports fashion."

She shook her head and giggled. Don't ever change, Dave. Still... "Ugh! Puke! Maybe I should wear some Virginia stuff to balance off the scales...."

Suddenly, he started quaking and lapsed.

"Don't ya'll even think 'bout it!" the Child growled low.

Oh no...Angie, you went too far. "Uh...okay, it was a joke, all right?"

"What them fools did to us ain't funny!" he snapped, turning away to face the mirror.

Only you would agree to marry someone with a little demon inside of him. Come on, Angie, he hasn't caused any damage yet.

"We can deal with your Devils' stuff, but don't go there!" the Other roared.

She trembled. At least he's not yelling in your face. "I'm sorry, all right? Can I talk to him?"

"He wants to talk as well. Watch it," he warned, allowing the change to happen again.

"Dave?" she asked with concern for him and fear for herself. Has he really let him out?

"What happened?" he whispered.

"You-Know-Who took exception to my crack is what happened. Umm...hey...I'm sorry."

"He came out? Did he touch you?" he asked, panic-stricken.

"No. He scared me though," she sighed, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Don't leave me," he requested. "I know it's scary, but..."

"Hey, I knew what I was getting myself into. All right? I'm not going anywhere except where you go. Now, what happened down there? What did they do to you?"

He trembled a bit more. "I had to go there to take some classes for my degree. The professors and I didn't agree on things as you might expect...."

"A clash between conservative and innovative, huh?" Seeing him nod, she winced. Gosh, no wonder he doesn't like them, but why this extreme reaction? "There's more, isn't there?"

"There is, but unless you want to talk to You-Know-Who about it, let's just say they put us through some garbage...bad garbage. I'll admit that there's no love lost between the school and me. Let's just say they embarrassed me down there."

Geez. "Are you sure you can keep your cool with those kids tonight, Chief?" she inquired incredulously.

"They're the kids I tutored-at least the upper classmen are. They already know some of the details. And yes, I've been focusing on my control all night. They know better than to crack any jokes and they'll tell the freshmen to keep a lid on it as well," he explained.

"I'm sorry that I made that joke, Dave. If I had known it would upset you like that...."

He stared into her eyes.

She could still see the resentment from the school's past actions toward him, but she also saw the warmth there for her. That's stronger than the former. Thankfully, it is that. "Thanks, Dave."

"For what?"

"For not holding that against me," she sighed.

"You didn't know. It's okay," he assured her.

"You know I'm here for you," she affirmed, hugging him. Now I can see why he wants to be here tonight. I just hope...I can't believe I'm saying this...I hope his team wins tonight... so he can start to work through it. "Remember, we're stronger together than apart, right?"

"Right," he agreed, composing himself. "Let me wash my face and we can get going."

She nodded. Time to get the details squared away.

Chapter 10

Fifteen minutes later, they entered the Main Library and went up one fight of stairs to the administrative offices. Sure enough, the light shone under Dr. Sommers' door.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she concurred and knocked on the door.

"David, Angela, is that you?" the Dean's voice called.

"Yes, it is. May we come in?" Dave inquired.

A second later, the door opened and Dr. Fishburne motioned them inside. "Thank you both for coming. We appreciate your willingness to attend to these things before your departure."

"We appreciate the opportunity," Angie expressed.

"Take a seat, then," Dr. Sommers requested, smiling as she handed them a folder apiece. "Those are the contracts. Take a look at them and make sure everything's in order. David, in your case, the History Department has requested a joint position for you. They want you to teach a class each semester. I've asked them to remember that your primary assignment is here on the Humanities team. I know you can balance these duties. We'll pay for some professional conferences and you have your full benefits."

He nodded and produced a pen from his backpack. Then, he gave the contract one last read through before he signed and dated it. "There you go."

"Thank you," she accepted.

"How does yours look, Angela?" Dr. Fishburne inquired.

She beamed and looked at her fiancé before holding her hand out.

"That good, huh?" Dave asked.

"I think so. This is perfect," she commented, scribbling her name on the dotted line and dating it. Having done so, she handed the paperwork back to her boss.

"Thank you both," the hospital administrator told them. "I think you're going to be great additions to the university."

Dr. Sommers agreed, "I look forward to seeing you both back here in five weeks. If there's any problems with that, do let us know." If he brings the fire to this role that he had as a student here, this will be the best move I've ever made.

"Thanks," Dave replied, shaking their hands. "Once again, we appreciate this opportunity."

"Indeed," Angie concurred, shaking their hands as well.

"You're welcome. Oh, David?" Dr. Sommers added.

"Yes?"

A wry smile crossed her features. "I can't wait to see the game tonight, especially after your speech. Just keep it professional, all right?"

"I'll be all right," he assured her. "But the guys know the deal anyhow. I'm taking that tact with it. Play hard. Play fair. Play well."

"And that's it, huh?" Angie asked incredulously, knowing that something else was up his sleeve.

"You'll just have to see," he chuckled. "Okay, the coach is expecting us. See you both soon."

Angie smiled at them both and shrugged. "I'll keep an eye on him." With that, she followed him out the door.

Dr. Sommers straightened the file materials. "This is going to be interesting tonight."

"What can he do? One person can't change things on that kind of a scale," Dr. Fishburne doubted.

"You don't know David Dubois," she noted. "Trust me, if anyone can affect this thing, it's him."

****

"So how are you doing?" Dave asked Angie as they walked toward Arizona Stadium.

"Okay, considering where we're going," she quipped, giving him a verbal jab. "Now, you answer the question."

"Fine. The campus is home, Angie." He stopped them on the brick walk heading toward Cherry Street and pointed with each hand in a different direction. "Those are my sanctuaries."

Arizona Stadium and McKale Center-- why am I not surprised? She smirked. "It figures...and tonight, when one of the bad places from your past comes calling, I'm sure you're looking for that role again?"

"I am." He sighed and took a deep breath.

"You're not alone this time," she asserted, gripping his hand firmly.

"I never was, Princess. The players and I have always been close and they remember how I came back from that exchange. You don't diss the school colors."

"No, you don't. Can you handle yourself in there?" she wondered.

"The question is-will they play under control, especially given some of the remarks on Sportscenter this week?" he declared.

She winced, recalling the coach's comments about 'an easy win' and how they should be going to Tempe instead. Given the history between them, no wonder Dave's blood is boiling over.

As they entered the field, Edward Wiggins, one of the senior players called, "Dubie! Over here!"

"Hey, Eddie!" Dave bellowed back, walking toward him.

When they all met at midfield, the linebacker hugged the librarian tightly, lifting him off of the ground. "It's about time you came back! Coach told us an old buddy was coming by tonight. After your talks yesterday, we figured it would be you."

Angie smiled at the scene developing in front of her. He just walks in here and they embrace him. No wonder he loves it here.

"And who else given the opposition did you think it was going to be? You know I wouldn't have missed this game for anything," Dave responded, his ribs still creaking from the bear hug.

"We knew that, Dave. And I see you brought Dr. Blackwell too? That was really smooth yesterday, Bud. Nice fumble," he teased.

"He scored...on fourth down," Angie cut in teasingly, holding up the ringed hand. "Yeah, his style's not what it should be, but I'll get him in shape. Trust me."

"You do that," the linebacker stated warmly. "Now, come on, the guys are going to want to see you both."

"Just take it easy on her, all right?" Dave requested.

"What? And mess with you? We aren't suicidal, Dubie. Besides, we might be taking your class next semester," Eddie retorted playfully.

"Just keep that in mind, Chief," Dave cracked as they entered the tunnel and headed for the home locker room. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was coming up on 6:50. "We're getting close."

"I know," the guide told them, opening the door. "Just a sec. Coach!"

"Yeah. Are they here?" Respert asked, cutting off his remarks.

"Right here. Ready?"

"Bring them in."

Angie took a deep breath. In enemy territory...well, sort of. I still can't believe we're really doing this!

As soon as she and Dave entered the room, the players began to laugh warmly.

"Guys," Respert advised. "I know you don't want to hear any more about this game-given all of the bulletin board material. Yet, I thought a familiar face would work wonders. I don't have to introduce this man to you since he tutored most of us here. Since he's officially back here, this is his coming out party. Remember, he's a professor now so no jokes. Dr. Dubois?"

Dave grinned. I would love nothing more than that trust me. "Thanks, Coach. Well, guys, ready to play are we?"

"HELL YEAH!!!!"

"Good. Just remember, keep your heads on straight, all right? They're a very conservative team and you've seen the film. Hold your ground and make them bounce it outside. Burn them out of their game plan on offense. They like to hold and the refs haven't been calling them. Just be aware of it. And make their defense work. Both of their star DB's are out. Take it to them. This is our house, not theirs," he advised, slipping back into his old mold.

The players nodded as he spoke recalling these talks he gave them during Friday study halls before home games.

"Play well. Play fair. Play smart. Do that and you'll be there at the end," Dave continued, restraining himself.

"Hey, ummm...Dave?" one of the players asked.

"Yeah, Ryan?"

"You forgot one thing."

Dave glanced at Angie and Respert before asking, "And that is?"

Angie shook her head, guessing what he was going to say. "Go ahead. I want to hear this."

The senior player nodded. "Thanks, Doc. There's the small matter of how they treated you there...and us in the process. It's great that you're keeping control, Dave. But it's about pride and self-respect! And it's about our friend. You stood up to them and so can we!"

"Huskies can't run on sand as well as on snow," another senior quoted. "That's what you said before!"

"It was and you won that day too," Dave admitted. "Close the door, Coach. Angie, you might want to leave."

"Go ahead. It won't faze me," she told him, knowing the fire inside of him was burning at a fever pitch.

The coach nodded and closed the door. He's got that look in his eye again. Go and get them fired up.

"Okay, I've given you the official version so far. He's right though. As I told you all the night before I left to head back east, it comes down to how badly you want it! If it were me out there, I'd ram it right down their damn throats every play. Run them right off the field and show them who the real men are! And don't let them pull any of that trick crap on you! Make them remember who we are! Make sure they won't ever laugh at us again! Give it your all and don't leave anything on the field! Just like we always agreed on. Well, I'm back now and I'll be here with you! GOT IT? Coach, do you mind?"

He waved him on.

"Huddle up," Dave told them, waving them in.

When they joined him, he continued, "Whose field is this?"

"OURS!"

"Whose school is this?"

"OURS!"

"Who wants this game more?"

"WE DO!"

"Are we going to let them play that silly song of theirs?"

"HELL NO!"

"Damn straight! Now, let's finish this on my count. 1, 2, 3! Bear Down! 1..2..3"

"BEAR DOWN!"

With that, the players rushed out of the room and toward the tunnel.

Angie grinned, although she was stunned by his intensity. That was amazing. He's always intense before games. He hits Level 2 before our Turkey game. But, this is a whole new level. "Now what?"

"Now we get to our seats. I don't want to miss a minute of this one. Coach, thanks."

"No, thank you, Dave. Enjoy the game," he concluded, heading up the tunnel after his players.

"Having fun yet, Princess?" Dave asked as they made their way into the grandstand.

"I'm learning more about you everyday, Pal," she cracked. "You had just the right balance in there."

"I'm glad. They got the message, all right. How about some dinner?" he asked. "Be right back."

She yelled, "Get me a lemon Eegie's, all right?"

He nodded and rushed off.

She sat by herself reflecting for a moment on the facility. She had been here several times before, of course, but it had never felt like this before. Even the place is reflecting his intensity. It does feel like ASU's here. Note to U. Va.: never diss Dave in the eyes of these people.

"Hey," Dave told her, handing her a hot dog, a bag of chips, and her slush. "Mustard, relish, and onions, right?"

"Right," she agreed, accepting the meal. "Almost time. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm ready for this!" he stated intensely, taking a bite from his hot dog. "I have a feeling that this is going to be fun."

****

Ten minutes later, Dave's side kicked off to Virginia. For a quarter and a half, nobody scored. Then the visitors tried a field goal, but it was blocked. One of the Arizona players rushed the ball back for seven points.

"That's it, guys!" the medievalist bellowed from his seat. "Take it to them!"

From there, the game was a rout as the U of A outscored their opponent 28-0 the rest of the way for a 35-0 win.

As this was going on, Angie reached another level of surprise. He's doing it all right. This is a crusade for them as well.

Seeing her reaction, he asked, "What is it?"

"Geez, I've heard of willing your team to a win, but you redefined the term tonight," she informed him.

They were pissed at how I was treated down there and it showed tonight. "They listened when it counted. Coach did a good job preparing them."

"And you put the fire into them down there," she added. "You continue to amaze me, Dave."

As they walked out and headed for the hotel, he asked, "Did you have fun?"

"I did. Thanks to you," she agreed, kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks for a special weekend."

"No problem. It was no problem at all," he replied warmly. "And this is just the start of it all."

Conclusion

Late the next day, the engaged couple stepped back into the main terminal of Logan Airport and took their bags from the baggage carousel. After grabbing a quick meal, they got into her Sentra and drove back toward home.

As she dropped him off in Scituate, she reminded him, "We'll have to plan what we're doing."

"We'll talk," he agreed, kissing her. "Drive safely."

She nodded and allowed her eyes to sparkle into his for a moment. "Always. I'll call you when I get home."

He nodded and watched as she pulled away. This is going to something all right. And, after such a satisfying weekend, it should be some adventure. Suppressing a yawn, he walked into the house and headed for bed and his own contented dreams.

THE END

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