Chapter Eighteen

Rory had never been a very good driver but this was ridiculous even for her. She was breaking every rule of the road she knew of but didn't care.

She screeched to a halt in front of the departures terminal and ran inside with the blue Chevrolet pick up truck half on the curb and half off.

Rory ran through the crowds not caring that her tail and ears were in plain sight. One women screamed, another shuffled her children to their gate, and one man actually yelled out 'Fight the power,' to her and if she had heard him she would have probably have laughed but all she could hear was her own heart beat.

She was still in International with Domestic nowhere in sight. She was running faster then she ever had before in her life.

"Now boarding Flight 10-15 for San Francisco," The voice came over the loud speaker; Rory was crying she wasn't going to make it.

She saw someone heading to the check in. It looked like he had been waiting to the last minute to leave. He was wearing a big brown over coat.

"WARREN!" Rory screamed. He stopped and turned and saw her.

She didn't stop running and slammed into him throwing her arms around his neck. "I am sorry," She said in between her tears, "I am sorry I don't know what happened I got scared but I know what I want now…. I want you."

He pulled back and looked at her, "You sure?"

He asked, and Rory nodded frantically.

"Sir? Are you for flight 10-15?" Rory and Warren both looked at the lady behind the check in counter. She took a double take at Rory and shoved her seat on wheels backwards.

"Un no," Warren said quietly. Rory looked at him. "We can go to San Francisco together."

She smiled at him, "I am sorry it took me so long," She whispered.

He smiled down at her, "I would have waited forever for you."

And right there in front of the entire airport Warren leaned down and kissed Rory.

The End

A/N: Yes well that is all, I hope everyone enjoyed it a good deal! ttfn!