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Against All Odds - Chapter 13 & Epilogue
Title: Against All Odds
Part: 13/13
Author's Note: I'M FINALLY DONE, YAY!
Ahem. That being said. I need to thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notstakedyet, cookinggeek, demonbelthazor, future_visions, nadiathesaint & banikslaveboy for the hand-holding, ass-kicking and beta-reading. And I also should thank psycho_jackass for prodding me into actually finishing this (which I know she only wanted because she wanted to know what my plans for Logan were... *hides*).
Anyway. I promise that my next epic will be complete before I start posting. Not that I'm writing an epic or anything. *cough* *shifty gaze*
Prologue: Here I Go Again
Chapter 1: Who Can It Be Now?
Chapter 2: Can't Fight This Feeling and Interlude: Cars
Chapter 3: Don't Talk to Strangers
Chapter 4: Wishing Well
Chapter 5: The Heat is On
Chapter 6: Danger Zone
Chapter 7: Seasons Change
Chapter 8: It's Still Rock and Roll To Me
Interlude: Private Eyes and Chapter 9: Hangin' Tough
Chapter 10: Wild, Wild West
Chapter 11: We Are Family and Chapter 12: It’s The End of the World as We Know It
Chapter 13 – Everybody Have Fun Tonight
The minister gave us a dirty look as we stampeded into the chapel.
“This is a house of worship,” he informed us, his voice heavy with disdain.
I looked around and took in the tacky décor and gave him my best ‘bitch, please’ look. “We’re supposed to get married at eight o’clock.”
He looked at the assembled group and raised an eyebrow.
Angel stepped forward. “She and I are getting married. The rest of these people are our witnesses,” he said.
The minister shook his head, but pulled out his book. “Ah, yes, the booking is under the name Mars,” he said. “I regret to inform you that because you did not arrive one hour prior to your scheduled wedding time, your time slot has been given to another couple.”
A wave of groans and protests went up from our friends. I raised a hand to shush them and walked over to the minister, plastering on my friendliest smile and tilting my head. “I do realize we were three minutes late,” I said. “But we had a slight emergency to handle and we’re here now and ready to go.”
Apparently men of the cloth were immune to my charms, because he slammed the book shut. “Rules are rules,” he said in a non-apologetic tone. “The other couple has been here for several hours, waiting for a cancellation.”
Angel could see that my patience was running out and he stepped in. “Maybe we could talk to them?” he suggested. “If we explain what happened, maybe they’d give us our time slot back?”
The minister rolled his eyes, but nodded. “If they are willing to share the time slot, that would be acceptable,” he said.
“What do you mean share?” I asked. “You want me to share my wedding to two complete strangers?”
“It’s either that or re-schedule until our next open slot,” he said, opening the book again, which is tomorrow at eleven a.m.”
Angel and I exchanged a glance. “It’s worth it to at least talk to them, right?” he pleaded.
I sighed, but nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Very well, follow me then,” the minister said to me and Angel. “Your… guests… may wait here.”
There were some grumbles from the crowd, but I gave them all a look and they seemed intent on not ruining my day, so they backed down.
Angel and I followed the minister down the hall and he opened a door marked ‘Waiting Room’ where we saw a couple making out heavily on a sofa. He cleared his throat and the couple broke apart.
“What’s up, Padre?” an all too familiar voice asked. My jaw dropped and I felt Angel tense at my side.
“The couple whose time slot you inherited would like to discuss the possibility of sharing the time slot,” the minister explained, oblivious to our shock.
They looked up and Angel and I waved sheepishly.
“Angel?”
“Veronica?”
“Hey, guys,” Angel said easily. “Long time, no see.”
The minister blinked. “You all know each other.”
“You could say that,” I said, wondering how exactly to explain that the couple on the sofa was my ex-boyfriend and my fiance’s ex-girlfriend.
By this point Logan and Callisto were off the couch and standing in the middle of the room, staring at us slack-jawed, much like we were probably staring at them. I was pretty certain I did not want to know whatever happened to bring them together in a wedding chapel in Las Vegas.
The minister finally seemed to sense the tension in the room and he silently retreated, leaving the four of us to stare at each other some more.
Angel finally broke the silence. “You two are getting married?”
Logan and Callisto nodded. “It was a kind of the spur of the moment thing.” Callisto explained. “And you two?”
“Ran into each other a few weeks ago,” I explained. “We’ve been in town for a few days. There are a bunch of other people from Fandom here, too. They’re all out there to celebrate our wedding.”
“What a weird coincidence,” Logan said.
“Not so much a coincidence,” Angel said. And in response to their puzzled looks, he gave them a brief run down of the events of the last few days. “So that’s why we were a few minutes late,” he concluded.
“Well, I don’t see why we shouldn’t share the time slot,” Callisto said. “After all, we’ve double dated before.”
I had to admit she had a point. I also had to admit I was really glad she didn’t seem to have any homicidal urges toward me.
The minister came back at that point. “Have you all reached a decision?” he asked. “Your friends are getting a little restless.”
“We’re going to have a double wedding, Padre,” Logan exclaimed, walking over and clapping his hand on the minister’s shoulder. “Double your pleasure, double your fun. Let’s get this show on the road.”
So we did.
Thirty minutes later, after all the chaos we’d gone through in the last few weeks, Angel and I were husband and wife.
Epilogue: Don’t Worry, Be Happy
And we lived happily ever after.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Okay, so, it’s me and Angel. You know that’s a lie. But we had a few goodmonths weeks days hours minutes before all hell broke loose.
Phoebe and Lilly got into a knockdown, drag out, hair pulling, name calling cat fight. Parker went in to labor. Weevil made a smart ass comment about Logan and got popped in the mouth by Callisto.
And that was before we even left the chapel.
The reception… well… no one died, so I’d say that was a positive experience. The important thing was that we connected with our old friends and were reminded of the good days we all had together at Fandom High.
What? There were good days.
The best thing about reconnecting with old friends? We now have plenty of places to hide from my dad while he gets over the fact that his daughter married a vampire.
Part: 13/13
Author's Note: I'M FINALLY DONE, YAY!
Ahem. That being said. I need to thank
notstakedyet, cookinggeek, demonbelthazor, future_visions, nadiathesaint & banikslaveboy for the hand-holding, ass-kicking and beta-reading. And I also should thank psycho_jackass for prodding me into actually finishing this (which I know she only wanted because she wanted to know what my plans for Logan were... *hides*).Anyway. I promise that my next epic will be complete before I start posting. Not that I'm writing an epic or anything. *cough* *shifty gaze*
Prologue: Here I Go Again
Chapter 1: Who Can It Be Now?
Chapter 2: Can't Fight This Feeling and Interlude: Cars
Chapter 3: Don't Talk to Strangers
Chapter 4: Wishing Well
Chapter 5: The Heat is On
Chapter 6: Danger Zone
Chapter 7: Seasons Change
Chapter 8: It's Still Rock and Roll To Me
Interlude: Private Eyes and Chapter 9: Hangin' Tough
Chapter 10: Wild, Wild West
Chapter 11: We Are Family and Chapter 12: It’s The End of the World as We Know It
Chapter 13 – Everybody Have Fun Tonight
The minister gave us a dirty look as we stampeded into the chapel.
“This is a house of worship,” he informed us, his voice heavy with disdain.
I looked around and took in the tacky décor and gave him my best ‘bitch, please’ look. “We’re supposed to get married at eight o’clock.”
He looked at the assembled group and raised an eyebrow.
Angel stepped forward. “She and I are getting married. The rest of these people are our witnesses,” he said.
The minister shook his head, but pulled out his book. “Ah, yes, the booking is under the name Mars,” he said. “I regret to inform you that because you did not arrive one hour prior to your scheduled wedding time, your time slot has been given to another couple.”
A wave of groans and protests went up from our friends. I raised a hand to shush them and walked over to the minister, plastering on my friendliest smile and tilting my head. “I do realize we were three minutes late,” I said. “But we had a slight emergency to handle and we’re here now and ready to go.”
Apparently men of the cloth were immune to my charms, because he slammed the book shut. “Rules are rules,” he said in a non-apologetic tone. “The other couple has been here for several hours, waiting for a cancellation.”
Angel could see that my patience was running out and he stepped in. “Maybe we could talk to them?” he suggested. “If we explain what happened, maybe they’d give us our time slot back?”
The minister rolled his eyes, but nodded. “If they are willing to share the time slot, that would be acceptable,” he said.
“What do you mean share?” I asked. “You want me to share my wedding to two complete strangers?”
“It’s either that or re-schedule until our next open slot,” he said, opening the book again, which is tomorrow at eleven a.m.”
Angel and I exchanged a glance. “It’s worth it to at least talk to them, right?” he pleaded.
I sighed, but nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Very well, follow me then,” the minister said to me and Angel. “Your… guests… may wait here.”
There were some grumbles from the crowd, but I gave them all a look and they seemed intent on not ruining my day, so they backed down.
Angel and I followed the minister down the hall and he opened a door marked ‘Waiting Room’ where we saw a couple making out heavily on a sofa. He cleared his throat and the couple broke apart.
“What’s up, Padre?” an all too familiar voice asked. My jaw dropped and I felt Angel tense at my side.
“The couple whose time slot you inherited would like to discuss the possibility of sharing the time slot,” the minister explained, oblivious to our shock.
They looked up and Angel and I waved sheepishly.
“Angel?”
“Veronica?”
“Hey, guys,” Angel said easily. “Long time, no see.”
The minister blinked. “You all know each other.”
“You could say that,” I said, wondering how exactly to explain that the couple on the sofa was my ex-boyfriend and my fiance’s ex-girlfriend.
By this point Logan and Callisto were off the couch and standing in the middle of the room, staring at us slack-jawed, much like we were probably staring at them. I was pretty certain I did not want to know whatever happened to bring them together in a wedding chapel in Las Vegas.
The minister finally seemed to sense the tension in the room and he silently retreated, leaving the four of us to stare at each other some more.
Angel finally broke the silence. “You two are getting married?”
Logan and Callisto nodded. “It was a kind of the spur of the moment thing.” Callisto explained. “And you two?”
“Ran into each other a few weeks ago,” I explained. “We’ve been in town for a few days. There are a bunch of other people from Fandom here, too. They’re all out there to celebrate our wedding.”
“What a weird coincidence,” Logan said.
“Not so much a coincidence,” Angel said. And in response to their puzzled looks, he gave them a brief run down of the events of the last few days. “So that’s why we were a few minutes late,” he concluded.
“Well, I don’t see why we shouldn’t share the time slot,” Callisto said. “After all, we’ve double dated before.”
I had to admit she had a point. I also had to admit I was really glad she didn’t seem to have any homicidal urges toward me.
The minister came back at that point. “Have you all reached a decision?” he asked. “Your friends are getting a little restless.”
“We’re going to have a double wedding, Padre,” Logan exclaimed, walking over and clapping his hand on the minister’s shoulder. “Double your pleasure, double your fun. Let’s get this show on the road.”
So we did.
Thirty minutes later, after all the chaos we’d gone through in the last few weeks, Angel and I were husband and wife.
Epilogue: Don’t Worry, Be Happy
And we lived happily ever after.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Okay, so, it’s me and Angel. You know that’s a lie. But we had a few good
Phoebe and Lilly got into a knockdown, drag out, hair pulling, name calling cat fight. Parker went in to labor. Weevil made a smart ass comment about Logan and got popped in the mouth by Callisto.
And that was before we even left the chapel.
The reception… well… no one died, so I’d say that was a positive experience. The important thing was that we connected with our old friends and were reminded of the good days we all had together at Fandom High.
What? There were good days.
The best thing about reconnecting with old friends? We now have plenty of places to hide from my dad while he gets over the fact that his daughter married a vampire.
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Is there a sequel? I'm thinking foursome... ;)
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(sexily)
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Glad you enjoyed.
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*loves & cherishes*
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Glad you liked :)
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*does not envision spinoff in which Bridge and Rory join the RCMP*
and then they all move to Alaska