A/N Hello! This is my very first fanfic, so don't judge if it's awful. Just a quick note, I'm terrible at Yorkshire and an idiot when it comes to WW1. Anyways, please read and review (flames are ignored) and enjoy my fluffy little story.

Disclaimer: If I owned these lovely characters, I wouldn't be writing a fanfic about them :p

Dickon Sowerby enlisted in the Great war in the year 1917. He was but seventeen years old. Coincidentally, he signed up for the army the same day a certain childhood companion of his left to spend a year abroad.

Many rumors began to float around about the young lad's sudden enlistment. Some swore that the kind and compassionate boy had joined to become a "real" man. Others suggested that his unusual behavior was due to the sorrow of his "one true love deserting him for the finer things in life". Although neither of these guesses were correct , they weren't exactly incorrect.

Dickon was aware that he did have a weakness for beauty, causing him to become rather soft, especially when he was dealing with nature and his friends. He also knew that the cold he felt in his heart was not due to the fact it was the middle of December, but instead the departure of a lass who he had in fact been infatuated with for many a year.

In truth, Dickon did not quite know what had prompted him to enlist in the army. All he knew was that it was that if it was the good lord's will, he would join the troops.

Dickon did not know when he enlisted that the war would only last for 11 more months. However, any war veteran can tell you that 11 months can make the difference between life or death. When the news of the war's end came, Dickon decided he would block the events of the last year from his mind as best her could. He would certainly not forget it, and his nightmares would always revolve around those painful days and sleepless nights, but using this technique, he never lost the gleam in his deep blue eyes.

He thought long and hard on his train trip home to the moor. Instead of lingering on the war, his mind slowly drifted to a time right before, and a girl he couldn't bring himself to say good bye to…

When Dickon stepped of the train, he was ambushed by a swarm of family members and fellow servants. However, he did not see who he was really looking for until the crowd disappeared to go back to their jobs and homes. Then he saw her. She was standing next to a plum tree, looking more contrary and sour than she ever had before. However, he had known her long enough to tell that this was all an act. Eh, if it pleased her, he would play along.

" Hullo there, Miss Mary!" he said cheerily.

" Hello there, Dickon." she sneered, not even making eye contact.

Dickon decided to try another approach.

" Has Ben been watchin' over thy garden while I've been gone?"

" He was at first. Then I came back and took over. By myself."

Dickon took Mary's hand, which was curled into a fist, into his own, but she quickly snatched it away.

He ran his hand through his curly copper hair and sighed.

" Can thy at least look a' me? 'ts been well o're a year since I've see yer lovely eyes. One glance 's all I'm askin'."

Mary suddenly snapped her head up to look at him. Her eyes suddenly widened and her mouth went slightly ajar. She thought that after the long war his eyes would have turned a dull grey, or in the very least would have lost their sparkle. She was quite wrong. His eyes, which were already the color of the bright moor sky, seemed to have intensified to a shade so deep and lovely that it sent the heavens to shame. Mary quickly closed her mouth in embarrassment.

"There, you got your glance," Mary growled through closed teeth. She silently cursed herself for foolishly falling into his clever, somewhat predictable, incredibly evil trap. He sure knew her weaknesses.

Dickon gave her a wide grin and began to speak when Mary burst into tears.

" Dickon, you goddamn jerk!" she wailed before throwing her arms around him.

"Ooh, I hate you! Why do boys make things so difficult!" Mary sobbed into his freckled neck.

Dickon gently kissed her forehead before smiling into her soft golden locks.

" Aye, Mary. I've missed you too."

Cool I finished! Man, these two are my total OTP ( of the week :D). This is based mostly on the musical version of Dickon, just cause i was listening to wick while i wrote this and I haven't see the movie in like forever. Anyways, this was originally a one shot in Dickon's point of view, but after a while I found myself writing in Mary's point of view. I liked her part, but I also liked the simplicity of my original idea, so I'll just post Mary's part as a bonus chapter. Anyway, thanks for reading and please review! Buh-Ba-hi!