Ian tenderly held Amy's hand as he led her through the crowd of finely dressed people. Women in red satin dresses and handsome men in tailored black suits. Couples danced on a tiled floor. The lights were dimmed just right. It was perfect.

"Table for two, please." Ian said to an unnaturally blonde waitress.

"'Kay." She said, eyes only for Ian. The waitress walked stiffly through the wealthy people, as if in some sort of a trance. Ian had to force himself not to roll his eyes, it wasn't like it was his fault he was perfect. It wasn't his fault he had luxurious black hair and dazzling amber eyes. Stop it, he scolded himself. Don't make Amy think you are a conceited person. Amy, he reminded himself. He glanced down at her. He felt a rush of joy that she had actually agreed to do this. He was happy, no doubt about that, blissful really, but he was rather confused too. He found it very hard to believe she would do this without someone forcing her to do so. No matter, at least she is here, with you. Looking at Amy again, he noticed her clothing for the first time. She wore a casually lavender dress and silver ballet flats. For some people, she might have seemed underdressed, but Ian thought she looked beautiful.

"Uhh... here's your table, sir... and um, ma'am..." The waitress said strangely.

"Thank you." Ian said seductively.

"Mmhmm..." She said. "You sever will be right out..." Ian watched her go coldly. How come every single female on the planet thought he was, oh so perfect, except for the one person he loved? It didn't seem fair at all. He side glanced at Amy who was now starring at an old photo of two people at wedding ceremony.

"Amy, would you care to sit down?" Ian said smoothly.

"Hmm? What? Ooh right." Amy said in a fluster. How sweet, Ian thought to himself, she always got so cute when she was confused.

After a few minutes of silence, a somewhat hideous waiter came to their table.

"My name is Kevin. Can I take your order?" He demanded. Ian glared at the grey haired waiter. He decided he would sue him after his date with Amy.

"Umm... Not yet, sir. If you could come back in five minutes... that would be perfect?" Amy spoke up quietly, as if asking a question.

"Sure, sure miss." He said, trotting off with a limp.

"Ian..." She asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Amy?" Ian asked softly. He wanted her to feel comfortable with him.

"C-can I j-just get spaghetti and m-meatballs?"

He smiled. Was that really all she wanted to ask him? "Of course, love."

"Thank you, Ian." Amy whispered. "So... what are you getting?"

"Probably the Filet Mignon with Chianti Sauce."

Amy blinked. "Can't that give you borne illness if the meat is undercooked?"

"Well, that's why I won't get the meat undercooked, will I?" He scolded her teasingly. Although a smile desperately wanted to escape his lips, he restrained himself.

"Umm... right. You do that." She nodded.

"Can I take your order this time?" The annoying waiter asked them. He wanted to give this waiter, Kevin, a piece of his mind.

Ian took a deep breath.

"Ian, shh." Amy whispered. "We'll get a...Filet Mignon with Chianti Sauce, that is not underdone," She said with a teasing smile," and spaghetti bolognese."

"The meat in that sauce had better not be underdone." Ian added.

"Right." Amy said starring at Ian, Ian starring back at Amy.

"Ookay... I'll do that... Anything else?" He said nervously.

"No, that will be good, thank you." Ian said dramatically.

"Yeah... I'll go do that... yeah... okay..." He staggered off, still limping.

Ian and Amy watched the awkward man go. They side glanced at each other, as if telepathically agreeing that he was very strange.

"Well... he's different, don't you think?" Amy asked Ian.

"Oh, most definitely. Why was he limping do you suppose?"

"I'll bet he got shot escaping a jewelry shop at one o'clock in the morning last night."

Ian chuckled, "No, he obviously fell of a horse and landed on his front side. That explains his limp and his mental problems."

Amy laughed. "Sure. My explanation makes much more sense if you ask me." She said looking at the menu Kevin had forgotten to take.

"Well... maybe he was burring someone he murdered with a shovel and he accidentally hit himself in the leg! That must be what happened."

"Okay... so what do we have?" Amy asked. " A waiter who robbed a jewelry shop, escaped on horse back, hit his head, and while trying to burry some dead person, he hits his leg with a shovel."

"I find that very easy to believe, actually."

Amy laughed again. "Alright. You believe whatever you like." she said, "I'll believe what I want to believe."

"Of course. It says so, right in your very own constitution. Freedom of speech."

"Rasp-p"

"Excuse me?"

"Rasp-p"

"What is this 'rasp-p?'"

"Freedom of" religion, assemble, speech, petition, and press."

"Oh. That's what you were talking about."

She nodded. "So... what's your... umm... favorite color?"

"Excuse me? Okay... how about red." Ian responded.

"Naturally. I prefer blues and greens and whites." She listed.

"Very nice. Greens. Like the color of your eyes."

She blushed. "Yeah, Grace used to say my eye color was 'green like jade.'"

"She was right."

"That's nice." Amy said

"What is?" He asked.

"Oh. Nothing. I think... maybe it will come back to me..." She said in a trance. "Nope. Nothing."

Ian smiled at her.

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

The restaurant's radio started up again with Elton John's Your Song.

"Care to dance?" Ian asked in his silky British voice.

"Alright..." Amy said slowly.

Ian and Amy walked gracefully to the white tiled floor, just in time to dance to the next verse of the song.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one's for you

Holding Amy's waist, Ian felt a rush of adrenaline, the same rush he had felt all those years ago in Korea, just as their lips connected.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"I didn't k-know y-you could dance." Amy stuttered. What a pity, Ian thought to himself, she was doing so well just a moment ago.

"I took dance classes when I was... oh let's see... probably when I was twelve or thirteen. My mum insisted on it."

"Oh..." Amy said. Ian remembered when Isabel had tried to throw Amy to the sharks... and then she'd tried to burn their house down... when she threw spiders and a taipan down a forty foot shaft to kill her and her brother... and when Isabel had tried to cut Dan's head of... and–

"That's very interesting." She said, interrupting his train of thought.

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like you that keep it turned on

"What is?" He asked. Surely he didn't just develop short-term memory loss?

"That your mother forced you to take dance..."

"Oh right. She said it would be excellent for sneaking into Janus strongholds."

Amy giggled. "Like anyone would mistake you for being a Janus."

"I know." Ian replied, "That's exactly what I thought."

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do

You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

"Hmm... I've always liked this song." Amy said dreamily.

"Elton John, correct?"

"Yes, Ian. This is Elton John."

"You say that like I should know it." Ian said.

"Well you should." Amy said matter-of-factly.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"And why should I?" Ian asked softly.

"Because Elton John is one of the most poetic music-writers there has ever been."

"Is 'music-writers' even a real word?" Ian said teasingly.

"I don't know. I haven't studied the dictionary to full extent yet."

"Is that so? Well, I don't believe Elton John is one of the best 'music-writers' in the entire history of the world."

"Who is then?" Amy demanded.

"Mozart. Bach. Stravinsky. Beethoven. The works. Oh, and I believe the word you were searching for is 'composer'."

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"Well, thank you for the dance." Amy said. She glanced over to their table. "Hmm... I think our robber-murderer-horseback rider-waiter is awfully confused on why we aren't at our table."

"Oh my. We must go aid Kevin. Do you agree?" Ian asked.

"Mhm. He needs some serious help." She said as they walked over to Kevin.

"Hello, Kevin," Ian said, putting emphasis on the ugly man's name.

"Yeah... I was just wondering were you two were." It said. In Ian's mind, this Kevin was nothing more than an annoying thing.

"Thank you, Kevin" Amy said shyly. Kevin nodded and stalked off, limping.

"His limp is bugging me." Amy said through a mouthful of pasta.

"It most certainly is." Ian said, cutting his well done meant with a sharp knife.

"That meat had better not be underdone." Amy said sternly.

Ian smiled down at her. "Don't worry, love. It's most definitely not underdone. How many times had we reminded Kevin that?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "It must of been around five or six times."

"Exactly." Ian murmured.

~~~~~~ 30 minutes later~~~~~~

"Thank you, dinner was great, Ian." Amy said quietly.

"Thank you for coming."

Amy smiled. " You're welcome."

"Goodnight, Amy." Ian said, kissing her forehead.

"'Night , Ian" Amy said dazedly.

~~~~~~Car~~~~~~

In the car ride home Ian felt extremely happy. He had called her love, twice, and he had kissed her, on her forehead, without her spraying pepper-spray in his eyes. He must have been the luckiest man in the world.

He sure as heck felt like it.

Well? What do you think? I decided to start writing again! : ) I'm so sorry I didn't write sooner!!! Flames are totally excepted. : )