((Let's have them get married. It would explain Anna's reluctance to get married and her starting point in Easter Rising.))

She lay back and kissed him, slowly, letting him take over her.

He wrapped his arms around her just giving her rapid soft kisses on the lips and soon everywhere.

(Fade)

Anna probably only slept for an hour at most, catching winks when she assumed Dan was asleep. When the sun came up she sighed and climbed out of bed to pull on his shirt. She went over to the kitchen and made some eggs.

Dan was roused by the smell a mere twenty minutes later. He licked his lips and pulled on his trouser bottoms and attempted to creep up behind Anna. laying a hand on her shoulder.

She turned and smiled at him.

"Hey."

He eyed his shirt with a playful smile, "Looks good on ya lass. My cousin Rose who went to New York said all the women wore trousers."

She laughed.

"Must've been in the wrong part of New York."

"She said the all have motor cars and just yell at each other," he teased.

She nodded, grinning to herself.

"I've only been there once, and I know it's true."

He nodded back and then his smtomch gave an anrgy growl.

Anna giggled and put his breakfast on a plate.

"Don't expect this every morning" she warned.

He smirked. "If thought you'd be a wife in the kitchen, you'd hit with a pot."

"I might just hit you anyways."

He cupped her chin. "You'd hurt your poor Danny Boy?"

(After the Homecoming *pupy eyes*

"If he made me out to be no better than those New York girls."

'

He laughed just laughed and pushed her nose.

After breakfast had been eaten and they had dressed, Dan and Anna went downstairs for a smoke. Anna usually didn't mind cigarettes in her apartment, but it felt good to get outside and watch the streets. Things looked a bit normal again, but this time there were long lines along streetcorners. Anna looked up at Dan, wondering what it was.

He pulled a drag on his cigy and stared at them, contemptusly. "They're going," he scoffed. "Wave a flag and the follow."He shook his head.

(Maggie?)

Unable to think about the mindless masses going off to the slaughter of kings, he turned and crushed his ciggy under his shoe. He turned to Anna and smirked. "What do you think being married will be like? Sure you wanna be stuck with me for fifty years?" he only half teased. "Somehow I don't see you surrounded by a bunch of red-headed babies." He laughed.

(Some WW1 related things I came across:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/41821018/ns/us_news-life/ Frank Buckles the last US WWI vet died a couple of days ago.

This is my fav WWI poem, strangely, it perfectly reflects Dan's feelings. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC-5j6Pgj3s

She chuckled and shrugged, taking another drag and turning to look at him.

"Neither do I." she said. "I'm not meant for kids."

He kissed her forehead. "What do you think we're meant for?"

"Danny, I didn't finish high school." she smirked. "I'm not exactly the person to ask."

(Patrick woulda said "sit down ya youngin and I'll teach ya! This is what happened to those unicorns. XD)

He pushed her nose. "You have a dream don't ya?" he shrugged.

"Nope." Anna said, with a bright grin as she threw down the butt of her cigarette. "I came here on a whim. That's how I do everything."

"So kissing the man who gave a tram ride your first day was a whim?" he teased.

(Ally at least or Maggie? You didn't even bat an eye at my ww1 stuff?)

Anna laughed and nodded.

"So was pressin' him up against the brick wall on the last stop."

He laughed. "And I thought it was my good looks."

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