- Hospital - Hope sat by Thomas' bedside; he had several third degree burns, and it was going to take more than a month of serious recovery for him to be back on his feet. Hope didn't care, though. Anything for Thomas; she'd wait centuries if she had to. Her auburn colored hair gently stirred in the breeze, and she turned her head. On the table beside Thomas' bed was a leather bound book. She opened it, and a small note fell out onto her hands. _Dear Hope,_ _I wish you a happy birthday. We might be at war, but that's no reason not to celebrate, right?_ _I want you to write your experiences, or perhaps, a worth - while story in the pages of this diary. I hope you like the present._ _With love,_ _Thomas._ Hope sat there, and looked at the diary, and back again. She smiled wanly. _I'll write our story_. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29520