In the Greek myth, Atalanta had set forth a challenge to her suitors. If one could beat her in a foot race, she would marry him. If not, he would be put to death.

The stakes, in this case, were somewhat less severe. A kiss if Archie won; dishes for a week if he lost.

He was amazed when he burst past Atlanta to cross the finish line first.

He turned with a grin, pleased to accept his reward but, as Atlanta jogged lazily toward him, he saw it in her eyes.

She was the winner and he the prize.

A/N: This is the last of the series, as I don't plan to write anymore, unless the muses suddenly inspire me. 