Kiss From a Rose
by Carol

Kelly's was eerily silent. Not a single person sat in the chairs around
the deserted outside tables, and the usual constant chatter of the birds
did not reach any ears. The diner was its own little ghost town.

Elizabeth laughed as Lucky grabbed her around the middle, her shrill cry
piercing the quiet of the diner. Her grin faded as she looked around the
empty tables. "Lucky," she said, barely conscious that she was

Lucky's smile had not faded. "I asked Ruby for priveleges tonight." Liz
raised an eyebrow. "We've got the place to ourselves," Lucky went on, and
withedrew a small silver key from his jacket pocket. "Ive got a little
surprise inside for you."

"Ooh, I can't wait!" Liz cried, and rubbed her hands together.

"Just wait outside," Lucky said hastily as he pushed into the darkened
diner. "I've got a couple things to get ready for you. I'll come get you
in a minute."

Liz looked around at the tables surrounding her, her eyes wide. "Oh,
Lucky," she gushed. "I don't know if I can stand to be away from you that
long!" Lucky watched in silent amusement as she broke off in another fit
of giggles.

"I'll be back," Lucky said, and disappeared inside Kelly's.

Liz sat down, and was consumed by loneliness in a matter of minutes. She
was entertaining herself with the hem of the tablecloth when Lucky
emerged, a wide grin splitting his face.

"Dinner is served," he said grandly, and ushered Liz inside.

When she stepped into the small diner, Liz's breath caught. A center
table was set with sparkling dishes and a dozen candles set the room in a
soft, dancing glow. "Oh, Lucky," Liz whispered breathlessly. "It's so
beautiful," she said, and fought to keep the tears from starting from her

"I wanted to do something special for you," Lucky whispered, and slipped
his arms around her waist. "I know not many people take the time to do
that for you."

Liz fell back in his arms, then allowed herself to be turned gently
around to face Lucky. "Thank you," she said. Lucky smiled, and
acknowledged her with the slightest nod of his head. Liz felt her heart
begin to race as Lucky leaned in, slowly, and slightly tilted his head.
She closed her eyes, and felt his lips bruch lightly against hers.

Lucky inhaled deeply, and started to pull away, but Liz tightened her
grip around his neck. "You're not getting away from me that easily," she
said with a grin, and pulled him into another, fiercer, kiss. This time
it was Lucky who was left breathless.

"Where'd you learn that?" he asked quietly, resting her forehead against

Liz smiled. "Girl scouts," she said simply, and walked toward the
kitchen, leaving Lucky standing, stunned, in the middle of the room. "Are
you going to help me get the dinner or what?" she called playfully over
to him. Lucky shook his head, bewildered, then smiled and headed into the


"So?" Lucky prodded. "How was it?"

Liz wiped her mouth and smiled across the table at Lucky. "Delicious, of
course," she said.

"Oh, come on, Elizabeth," Lucky said. "You can be honest with me. How was
it really?"

Liz laughed. "You're just fishing for compliments," she accused him, then
leaned across and patted his cheek. "Well, I think you're a *wonderful*
chef, and my only complaint was that there wasn't enough!"

Light shone in Lucky's face. "There's more in the kitchen," he said,
jumping to his feet. "Just let me go get you-"

Liz laughed again and hurried over to Lucky. She put a restraining hand
on his arm, and gently guided his hand, along with the plate that he held
clenched in it, back on the table. Lucky seemed a little surprised by the
action, but quickly covered it up. "Would you like to dance?" he asked

"I'd love to," Liz whispered back. "Why don't you go over to the jukebox
and pick out something romantic?" she asked sweetly.

"Savage Garden?" Lucky asked. "I know they have a couple of slow songs."

"No," Liz disagreed. "How about some Sarah McLachlan? I just *love* that
song Angel she sings. Is it on there?"

Lucky nodded, and stuck a quarter into the machine. A smile lit across
his face as the soft music issued from the out-of-sight speakers above.
"Dance with me," he said softly, and pulled his girlfriend into his arms.
They danced together for the short time, relishing in the feel of each
other's body pressed gently against theirs.

When the song came to an end, they found that neither was ready to let
go, and remained together, Liz's head resting gently on Lucky's shoulder.
"I don't want this night to ever end," Liz whispered, and looked up to
search Lucky's face with shining eyes.

"It doesn't have to," Lucky whispered, and Liz felt a small surge of
panic as she tried to guess what he meant. Lucky pulled away and smiled
at her, his eyes shining with excitement. "I borrowed Jaon's car," he
explained. "It's just sitting in the parking lot."

"You mean---here?" Liz asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," Lucky responded. "I left it here when I went to pick you up. I
thought we might want to drive somewhere afterward."

Liz grinned, and hurried toward the door of the diner. "Where exactly
were you planning?" she asked gleefully.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe Paris."

"Lucky! Come on, you can't drive to Paris!"

"No, but I hear there's a great little theater here that looks just like
it." Liz laughed and followed Lucky out of the diner.


The drive over was quiet. Liz had heard of the theater Lucky was taking
them to, but she had never actually been to it. She did, know, however,
that it has a reputation for treating its customers especially well.
"This is great," Liz gushed. "I get to try two new things in one night!"

Lucky looked over at her curiously. "Two?"

"Yeah, the great Paris look-alike theater and burnt pasta."

"Hey," Lucky said, his expression injured. "What happened to the grand

"Oh, I don't know," Liz replied. "I think we forgot him at the diner."
She started to laugh, then cut off as something ahead on the road caught
her eyes. "Lucky, did you see that?" she asked, grabbing his arm.

Lucky turned his face to look at her, and Liz panicked. "Lucky, the
road!" she exclaimed, and she and Lucky looked franitically forward.

Lucky slammed on the brakes, and turned the steering wheel sharply to
avoid the shadowy figure looming before them. The tires squealed as the
car swerved into the next lane. Lucky's eyes widened as his eyes fell on
the upcoming obstruction and slammed once again on the brakes, just a
second too late. He and Liz screamed in terror and grasped hands as the
car collided with the railing, then plunged downward with startlingly

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