Alrighty. For those of you who know my...you know what, I"m not even going to do this. You can look at either Fate, Midnight (ON Gaurdian's account), or Missing for the whole warning crap. Thank you.

But for those who don't know... This is the continuation of Fate. It is the story of Bastion and Lucas. I hope you understand. Anyway, enjoy, dearies. R & R please.


Lucas- - -

"Come on Lucas!"

I sighed, looking up at Edward for a few moments before finally just giving up with trying staying in a dressing room for much longer, my hands clenching into fists, setting the charcoal pencil down and standing.

Well, this was it. Today was the day I would no longer be alone, no longer be the one Demon that was the oddity. I'd be the husband of the most amazing Angel on planet earth. And I wasn't even allowed to see him for the next five minutes. Kind of sucked if you think about it, but that was the way Bella said a wedding should go.

Edward smiled, setting a hand on my shoulder, sighing after a few moments. "You really need to cut that mop," he mumbled quietly, pulling at a strand of my hair before pushing me to sit down. "Take the jacket off…"

How did I know? "Not right now, Edward, I'll go get it shaved next week, promise." I smiled at him as I stood up again, fixing the tux, staring at the mirror for the longest time, then sighing, picking up a pair of glasses, normal ones, and putting them on, just long enough to get my hair fixed properly, pulling it back into a ponytail, letting part of it hang in my face, knowing someone was going to mess with it in the time it took me to walk the half a house to where I was supposed to be.

"At least you have you're voice back," Edward said as we both stepped outside, holding out his hand for my glasses, which I handed over without a word. "It kind of bites that you can't sing anymore, but I guess all things happen for a reason."

"Yeah, just like you lost your soul when you were turned…" I teased, hugging him gently. "Thanks for being there, Edward."

So, a white Armani, I wondered how long that suit could stay white. I wish I had black, but the only one I could find was white that fit me, I guess it didn't matter though, I didn't even know what Bastion was wearing, no one told me and he kept that from me even.

I didn't even know who was going to be there. I knew the Cullens, and we kept most of the wedding out of the band's ears, so they wouldn't go. But, just who else? Well, Spot, as he's now called, (Panther), even had a part in this wedding, since we didn't know anyone young enough, I guess you could have called him the ring bearer, though he acted like a fairy on sugar. It was kind of cute.

Bastion's POV

I glared at the mirror, only able to see my eyes and Bella and Alice, giddy, jumping and giggling with delight, treated me like the most expensive Barbie doll ever created. They were careful, yet made sure to make everything to their liking. Everything… The tuxedo I agreed with, a midnight black that suited me well, and sure the shoes, and maybe my hair, but… The socks, belt, the under shirt, my under wear? It's not like I would wear boxers on a day like this…but what would it have mattered…?

Alice had been the one "assigned" to work on my hair. Now, instead of the usual short and spiky it was also gelled and spiked backwards so that I looked somewhat more aerodynamic than before. And then…Bella was assigned to… makeup… Makeup!!! On me, a guy!!

"It's only to keep you from sweating and make your skin look smoother, Bastion, nothing dramatic," she stated, seeing my horrified expression as she applied it. I think I lost all pride that made me a man during that… The cuffs had sapphire cuff-links that would surely blind anyone if looked at with the sun out, and the shoes were shined to such an extreme that I was afraid even the very air would stain it… My fingernails clipped to the bone, even my toes… Did I mention that I had to shower twice? The second time was so embarrassing since they placed Emmett to "stand watch"…

"Make sure he cleans everything, Emmett!!" they commanded… Of course he complied because he was scared of them too…

"Nothing personal, Bastion," Emmett stated as I was scrubbed everything for the second time. "But you know…"

"Don't worry about it; I know exactly how you feel."

As Alice and Bella put the finish touches I made sure to make one thing clear. "Not one word to Lucas about this, you here?" I told them as we made our way out of the house.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure," Alice stated as she brushed away dirt and dust that only she could see.

"Smile pretty!" Bella stated as she gave me one last push outside. I took in a deep breath, exhaled, and opened the door.

I had to blink to make sure I stepped out of the right door… It did not look like the outside of the Cullen's house at all! Everything was draped in white and the chairs were white as well… There weren't many of them, but it was enough to make it seem like a lot… It was like the outdoors wedding you always saw in those commercials…then again, form the extensive amount of magazines Bella and Alice had stored, I wouldn't be surprised if this was the mirror image of a picture they had seen…

Carlisle and Esme smiled at me as I waited down the aisle. Of course I would be the one treated as the bride… I pulled slightly at my coat tails, holding the bouquet in my other hand. I was nervous… I couldn't even bring myself to look at Lucas who was only down at the aisle. I kept looking down… Emmett took my elbow and pulled me out of the nervous daze.

"You the best man?" I asked, grinning. As if I hadn't asked him to be yesterday. This would be a moment where he would ruffle my hair, but it was gelled so well it may have just pierced his vampire skin if he wasn't careful, so he only gave me a thumbs up. I breathed heavily again and felt my heart skip a beat as the music began to play.

Lucas- - -

I froze, staring at him quietly, even Pan—Spot, was quiet, sitting patiently at my feet. He looked… amazing…except the whole blinding light thing. Didn't matter. Though I was wondering why he wasn't wearing white. I guess it didn't matter, one of us had to.

My mind wasn't working, it didn't really until he was about three feet from me and it finally kicked into gear, working almost in over drive. One arm behind my back, I held out my hand, bowing a bit, smiling a little bit, and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.

Spot was not going to play this down later.

Bastion's POV

I slowly put my hand into his, my whole body sort of…light… Everything felt so surreal, so…fantastic… I was standing right beside him and I already I felt the strong urge to kiss him, to finally be his… Surprisingly I didn't feel like crying. In fact, I felt almost too happy for me to do anything but smile. Carlisle stood up and took the place of the minister for us. I found that funny, for some reason… Everything was ironic. An angel and a demon joining in holy matrimony through a vampire… I tried hard to force back a chuckle, but I had to focus. As I looked over Lucas, feeling the coolness of his hand over mine, I realized that I couldn't have found a better mate in this world…not this one or the next…

Lucas- - -

I watched him for the longest time, nudging Spot with the toe of my shoe so he would settle, and my hands closed a bit around his. For once, it wasn't raining in Forks, and we had a beautiful setting, at least, that's what my opinion of it was.

Hello, Laurent, I mumbled quietly through Bastion, smiling gently at him, hands twitching a bit before my attention turned to Carlisle.

Bastion's POV

Laurent didn't respond, but I felt as though he were there in nervous silence. I smiled on the inside. He went through everything with me, even this… It would be weird when he finally was born and no longer lived inside of me…

"We are gathered here today," Carlisle started, "to join these two lovers in holy matrimony…" My mind, I have to admit, kind of blanked out after that… All I was really focusing on were my vows. I had memorized them, and I was reviewing them over and over in my head, trying to get them perfect. They were the only part of this entire wedding that I was really nervous to get through...

Lucas- - -

My mind wasn't focusing… Bastion was lucky, at least he could remember his, I had bits and pieces floating through my mind and I swear at least once I saw a word talk and say 'Ha ha!' I was going insane, wasn't I?

And so… I waited, hoping that sooner or later the few words would form sentences. Finally it did and then Spot decided to sit on my foot, his tail curling around my ankle, watching Bastion, as if expecting to be petted, but, I was hoping Bastion was too much into remembering his vows than to pay attention to the panther cub.

Bastion's POV

When it came time to say the vows my heart leaped and started beating at three times the sped it was before. My hands became clammy, I thought everyone could hear my heart, and I swore Lucas must have seen the terror in my eyes. I had to close my eyes and breathe just to get everything in order. "Lucas," I started. "It has truly been a long life for me. Longer than should be given to a living being. I've had to suffer a lot during my life, pain, suffering, but loneliness most of all. But every night I would tell myself that one day I would find someone, someone who I just had to look at and know that he would be with me forever…"

I opened my eyes and looked at him. "But when I look at you, I don't see that… I see so much more… I see the most beautiful man anyone can ever lay their eyes on, I see the most beautiful soul anyone can hold, and I see the most perfect father anyone can be… It's just so much more than what I had ever wished that some days I can hardly even believe you can even give me a second glance, let alone marry me… And now here we are, in front of all our friends and I would just like to say…" I took Lucas' hands in mine and then brought the finger tips to my lips, kissing them lightly. "No matter happens, no matter what the future may hold, you shall, forever and always, be the holder of my heart and soul…and I shall do whatever it takes to make sure you…" I looked down at my stomach, "and our son are happy and safe." I sighed, relieved after finishing. I heard a choked sob and turned around to see Bella crying. Alice was holding her. I was sure she would be crying too, but of course she couldn't…although the look in her eyes was enough…

Lucas- - -

I went quiet, staring at him for a few moments before turning red. "I forgot mine…" I mumbled uneasily, staring at the ground. "But if I had any of them to say, that I remembered, it would be probably… be…"

My voice trailed off. "Bastion, as we stand here today, I can't find the words to say how much I love you. We've been through battles with things I can't even start to explain." Thank you Edward for remembering them at least. I smiled mentally, though physically, I was chewing the side of my cheek, trying to keep the tears form starting. "And, I can't even remember my vows, so that has to say something. But, I can't wait till we have our own family, our own home even."

"I didn't think I would fall for an Angel ever, and then Bella introduced us and nothing has ever been more right for me…" and yet again, I let my voice trail off, moving a hand to brush away a few tears from my own eyes. I must look like a baby…

Bastion's POV

"Awe!!" Alice and Bella screamed simultaneously and then Bella burst into heavier tears, sobbing into Alice's shirt. Alice could only comfort her. I think I even saw Emmett whimper a little, of course, if I said anything I'd pay for it later. I chuckled and took Lucas' face in my hands and brushed the tears away with my thumbs, smiling. You couldn't look any less than a baby, Lucas. Do you realize the amount of effort I'm putting right now not to burst into tears myself? I grinned. I just know if I even left one tear slip I'll end up sobbing harder than Bella there…that's why I can't. But you look beautiful, please do not think otherwise… I moved my hands back down to hold Lucas' and waited for Carlisle to continue, trying not to notice the humongous grin on his face.

"Do you, Bastion, take Lucas as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?" I breathed deeply and smiled, my eyes thick with the salty water of tears.

"I do," I managed to whimper.

Lucas- - -

Thanks…

"And do you…" I saw a flicker of gray out of the corner of my eye, but ignored it for the moment. "Lucas, take Bastion as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"

Death won't part us… I mumbled quietly into Bastion's mind, barely managing to say "I do."

There was that flicker of gray again.

"If anyone has any reasons why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." Thank gods there was no reply to that one. My eyes flickered away from Bastion for a few moments, trying to locate the gray, noticing a familier face, one I hadn't seen in nearly fifty years. But soon enough I turned my eyes back to Bastion. There's an uninvited guest…

Bastion's POV

You see it too…? I asked, slightly worried. I think everyone noticed something had changed… There was a ghost figure of a woman floating next to the both of us and her very presence seemed to chill the very air itself. Maybe there was something to those ghost stories after all… Who is she? I asked, but part of me knew already… It just didn't want to be right… How would we deal with her anyway? No one could see her besides us, and yet I felt with her around we wouldn't be able to continue…despite the fact that there was only one more part left to go.

Lucas- - -

Of course, we couldn't have one happy day without something screwing it up. Carmella…I mumbled quietly into his mind…Just ignore her for now. I'll talk to her later. I tried to look away from her, but she instantly just moved until she was in my site again and it was starting to get agitating, but I could tell that Spot had noticed as well, he was curled up between my feet, ears back.

Please continue, Carlisle.

Bastion's POV

Carlisle looked back towards me as if it was okay with me as well. He knew there was something weird. I nodded my head and looked back to see the angry face of Carmella staring back at me. I chewed my lip. I really did not appreciate this…

"You may now kiss," Carlisle finished and they all waited in tense silence for us to kiss, and for that to happen I'd have to pass through Carmella…or… Sorry about this, I thought, before a light surrounded her. Despite her wishes she was moved, more like shoved, out of the way and I leaned down to kiss Lucas.

Lucas- - -

My arms instantly wrapped around Bastion, pulling him closer, pressing our lips together gently, thanking the gods I would be able to change out of this clothing very, very soon. In fact, I didn't plan on wearing a tux at all to the reception… more of whatever Bastion wanted me to. Well… I really didn't want to remind him.

But it felt like one of those moments… very uneasy. Stupid happy days… always going and getting ruined.

Bastion's POV

Despite all the people staring and the uninvited ghost I'd still say it was the best kiss in my life. It seemed to mean so much in such little time and when I finally did manage to pull myself away Lucas seemed to shine with a glow I've never seen him in. The whole world seemed much clearer. And it was at that moment, when both of our bodies were pressed together for the briefest of moments, that I felt it…

I looked down at my stomach in surprise and then laughed softly. "Lucas," I muttered excitedly. "Did you feel it…?" Laurent had just kicked.

Lucas- - -

I smiled softly and nodded, looking up at him for a few moments before pulling him closer, kissing him gently once more. "Yes, I did." It was nice, it was calm here, except the whole Carmella bit. She looked pissed though.

It wasn't until the reception that I did get to speak to Carmella. She stared at me coldly, her arms folded over her chest before I sighed and shook my head. "Carmella, listen to me…" I said quietly, running a hand through my hair, wondering where Bastion was. "You need to rest, my friend. I love you, unconditionally, but I love Bastion no matter what. We separated because of who I liked."

She stared before nodding a bit, staring at the ground before moving so she was sitting, her hands on her ankles. "Today was the day you promised to visit me…"

My eyes widened and I swore under my breath, wrapping my arms gently around her. "I'm sorry, Carmella, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot."

"Its okay, Lucas. I'm glad you found someone that loves you as much as I do and you once loved me…" She smiled once more before leaning up, kissing my forehead. "Just…make sure Vincent finds someone that doesn't use him, okay?"

I nodded, gently brushing a few tears from her face before kissing her gently. "Rest in piece, Carmella," I mumbled, watching her as she disappeared.

Finally I stood up and stepped from the room I was in and into the hallway, staring at Edward for a few moments before sighing. "Where's Bastion?"

"With Bella, discussing something about clothing."

I groaned, letting my head fall against the wall and nodded a bit. "I'll see you later," I said quietly before heading off in the direction I smelled his scent from, opening the door and stepping inside, closing it behind me. "Please tell me you don't remember that agreement we had last night…"

Bastion's POV

Bella and I both turned around to look towards Lucas. "What agreement?" we asked simultaneously. I was pretty sure Lucas was talking to me, but Bella, being the snoop had to ask as well… Then again he could be asking her… After all that had just happened my mind was a blank, either too mentally exhausted to think anymore or so excited and happy that it had become numb with it… I didn't even know what Bella was doing to me anymore… Was she measuring, was she giving me different clothes? Yeesh, when had I become such an idiot? I barely even knew what a reception was, let alone what I had to do…

Lucas- - -

I rolled my eyes, leaning over Bastion, tilting his head up and bringing our lips together. "Don't worry about it…" I mumbled, staring down at him for a few moments before sitting down. And don't tell him, either, Laurent… Eh… so maybe Laurent hadn't heard. I just wasn't so sure though. There was no telling what he knew.

Hands clenched into fists and eyes closed, and after a few moments I realized I really wanted a drink. Bad. "Bastion, do you mind if I drink… a little?"

Bastion's POV

Luckily Bella had decided to take her leave once Lucas entered the room, meaning she wouldn't have to watch. "Go ahead," I stated rather happily, pulling down my collar to allow Lucas access to my neck. Despite the rather gruesome sounding task I sort of enjoyed it. I loved having Lucas so close to me, especially with his lips pressed to my neck. It had always been a rather sensitive area… All of a sudden I felt too warm in all this clothing…

Lucas- - -

"Not blood," I mumbled, kissing him gently. "I would have said that if I wanted it. I want some wine… like really bad." My eyes flickered down and I smirked a little bit, running a hand through his hair gently. And that's when I realized something else. "You look really good with make up on…" Too bad that make up soured taste.

"And we have like two minutes…so… I'll tell you now. Last night we agreed that after the wedding, for the reception, you could choose whatever you wanted me to wear."

Bastion's POV

"I did?" I asked, bringing a finger to my lips, thinking it over… Maybe there was some sort of agreement like that… "Ugh, my brain is MUSH!" I groaned, sighing before suddenly straightening up. "How…did you know I had make up on…?" I asked, shocked. I really didn't want him to know that, but I guess at this close it was impossible not to notice…

"Well, I guess I did say that, but I won't torture you, so just wear what you want to." I told him, smiling. I was still freaking about the make up on the inside, though…

Lucas- - -

"I can smell it…" I mumbled under my breath. "And it's another reason why I won't take your blood right now. It makes it taste soured. Not very good for a taste." My eyes flickered down to his wrists before I realized something. "Where haven't they put make up on you?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around him, thinking about what I could wear.

Bastion's POV

"Umm…" I had to lean back in order to think about it. "They did a whole bunch of stuff to me, but I'm pretty sure it was only around my face and neck…maybe shoulders too…" Shoulders, they said, because makeup had already fallen there so might as well cover it too… I groaned. "Never again…"

Lucas- - -

I nodded, taking his hand gently and pressing my lips against his wrist. "It wouldn't seem… morbid…" I sighed a bit, looking up at him, wondering if he knew what I meant as I said it. But, who knew?

"And what does never again mean?"

Bastion's POV

"It means that the next time we decide to throw something like this I'm not letting Alice or Bella get within five feet of me," I explained, chuckling a bit. I breathed deeply, trying to get my to work again… "Morbid?" I asked, puzzled. It then occurred to me that I didn't know what the time was. "Hey…when's the reception…?"

Lucas- - -

I chuckled, kissing his wrist once more before shaking my head. "Never mind. And it's about five minutes from now." I stood, running a hand through my hair. "Speaking of which, I should change, shouldn't I?" Now the question was, what to wear?

Bastion's POV

"I guess so… You think I should change?" I asked, standing up to take a look at myself in the mirror. I had to admit I loved wearing fancy clothes such as these. Something about them made me feel powerful, like I had authority… Of course, being the only Angel left on planet Earth wasn't enough to make me feel this was. I chuckled softly before turning around, looking at my back and brushing away at places I thought needed brushing. "It's nice looking and all, but not entirely comfortable… what does one normally wear to a reception anyway…?"

Lucas- - -

"Normally what they wore to the wedding, but considering neither of us is in a dressed, I felt like changing…" I shrugged a bit, finding what I was looking for, pulling of my jacket, vest, and tie, plus the shirt, glad that I was out of that damned tux. And then I pulled on my undershirt, looking around a bit, for something I had worn a very, very long time ago.

Finally I found it. It was velvet, and pretty old, too. A black velvet shirt from maybe two hundred years ago. And it was more than comfortable in my opinion, except for the fact it didn't breath. "I'm going to look like a French guy." Did it matter? Well, yeah, kind of.

Bastion's POV

I laughed. "I've never dated a French guy before," I joked, hugging Lucas from behind. "Is it true that you guys don't bathe often?" I teased before heading towards the door, holding it open it for him. "I'll just stay in this then. You coming?" I really couldn't care less what he wore. To me he was the living in carnation of sexy, hot, beautiful, and handsome all rolled into one nice package… I chuckled again. What a choice of words…

Lucas- - -

"Yes…" I pulled the shirt on, not bothering to worry about my pants, keeping them the same. "Have you ever been to a reception before?" I asked as I took his hand in mind, pulling him closer so we were side by side, thinking. "So… one last time, when is Laurent due?"

Bastion's POV

My breath hitched slightly. Being this close to him always made my heart leap, but only when he seemed to be in control of things. "A few weeks…earliest…" I breathed. "And no…haven't really been to…any weddings." My heart was beating faster now… How did he always manage to do this to me? My hand tightened my hold on his.

Lucas - - -

I blinked, stopping, staring at him for a few moments. "Bastion, are you okay?" I asked as I moved to sit down on a bench. The reception could wait, he sounded really out of breath. Which I had never heard that before when it came to him except when it came to a few… things. "Nothing's wrong, right?"

Bastion's POV

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine… Just got a little excited there," I chuckled. "My emotions have been a little on the extreme sides as of late." That part was definitely true. I didn't just get angry I felt hate, and I didn't just get sad I got depressed… Today I wasn't just happy I was ecstatic… Didn't it make sense for excitement to go over board too? "I'll be fine, maybe after the reception I'll feel normal again." That is, as normal as I possibly could get.

Lucas- - -

"I hope so," I sighed and shook my head as I watched him, forcing a small smile, though the worry for him was most likely apparent. Quietly, I stood up once again. "So how is he?" I asked, wondering what else we could talk about that didn't include Laurent, but, hell, might as well find out everything while I had the chance. The second we stepped into the reception hall, we'd probably not be able to get a few words in edgewise.

Bastion's POV

I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling Laurent's presence. "He's doing pretty well. Very healthy guy, and he's coming along great…"

He's worried about how he'll look in labor… Laurent spoke in both our minds and I made a shocked expression.

Shhh!! Laurent!! I told you not to say anything!!

Whoops…sorry, daddy…

I sighed, my head meeting with the sofa as I leaned back. "Man…"

Lucas- - -

"I'm kind of worried, about that, actually, Bastion. We still don't know…" I let my voice trail off. "How's… he… you know?" I could feel my face go red at the thought and covered it with both my hands, hoping he hadn't noticed.

Thanks, Laurent, by the way.

Bastion's POV

Once again I found myself puzzled. I had to go through my mind what he could have possibly picked up from what we had just said to each other and finally came across something. "You mean…how's he going to…'exit'?" I asked, suddenly thinking about it… The only possible way, since the anus was much too thin and un stretchable, would have to be with a C-section… A C-Section!?! I panicked. They were going to have to slice my stomach open!!

Lucas- - -

I stared at him for a few moments before closing my eyes. I really hated thinking about this sometimes, but, whatever. My eyes flickered away from him, trying keep quiet, not really wanting to stress him all that much. "Hey, think about this… it'll all be over in less than two months…" I said quietly, standing up completely now. "Come on, we need to go."

The other thing that crossed my mind was the whole blood factor. I wasn't going to be able when Laurent was born, or I would have to hold my breath. Bastion's blood was all I wanted sometimes, and if I was in one of those moods… who knew what would happen.

Bastion's POV

Another thought occurred to me just as I stood up to go. "You won't be able to be there for when Laurent is born, will you?" I asked, slightly sad. But then I chuckled. "You'd probably end up drinking that entire bucket of blood." There was a funny sight…although most would consider it gruesome. A lot of gruesome things seemed funny to me now… "Although…" I started thinking. "I could maybe just mask the scent…" I said as we stepped out to join the rest of the family in the reception. I giggled. The rest of the family… It had a good ring to it.

Lucas- - -

I stared at him for a few moments before shaking my head. "No, I won't…" I mumbled under my breath, looking around the ball room, freezing, staring at everything. Where had I seen this place before? My hands clenched into fists and I quietly closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Of course.

It was during a dream. But it wasn't very pleasant. Bastion was killed in this dream. Quietly, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, looking around once more.

Vincent had decided on doing music, all the music. And he smirked when he saw both of us, picking up a microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen…"

I was going to hurt him later for this.

Bastion's POV

Was only poking fun, I told Lucas mentally, but then my mind went blank again. Everything looked amazing… So shiny, so clean… I was overwhelmed, really… when my ears caught Vincent's voice resonating throughout the room I quickly located him, not knowing whether to be flattered, nervous, angry, or all of the above… I never really liked being the center of attention…well…not all the time…

Vincent- - -

I smirked, clearing my throat and running a hand through my hair. "May I, and I hardly care if I can't, introduce the two who's marriage we are celebrating tonight." I could see Dad's eyes turn slightly red and shook my head. "Bastion and Lucas Rivera." I smirked a little bit more and looked around for a few moments before leaning back. "And, if you will be so kind as to allow a moment for them to share their first, and hopefully not last, dance."

Bastion's POV

I groaned audibly. Dancing… I hated dancing, mostly because I couldn't… I didn't even know if I was good at it or not, but I was not eager to find out, especially now in front of everyone in a ballroom. Do we really have to dance? I asked Lucas telepathically, all the while keeping a happy façade on my face. No one had to know that I didn't want to do this…

Lucas- - -

"Just once…" I mumbled quietly. "Then we can eat and we don't have to worry about dancing…" I smirked after a few moments, taking a few steps away and bowing to him, still smiling, holding out my hand. "Sólo un baile, mi amor." Eyes flickered away towards the other, but I hoped he understood what I had said. I didn't know his language still skills yet."

Bastion's POV

I grinned, taking his hand. "A tu orden, senior." It was nice to see Lucas was trying, at least. As long as he was with me and willing to do it I'd follow no problem. I gracefully followed him as he pulled me to the center of the room, all couples making room, all eyes on us. We were the center of attention already and we didn't even start. I secretly wondered what kind of song would be playing, hoping it wasn't something slow.

Lucas- - -

"Mm.. so you speak it as well?" I asked quietly, tilting my head a bit as Vincent pushed his way into our minds.

What shall it be? I have everything from Mozart to Muse on here…

I blinked, watching Bastion, wondering what he would say. I guess it didn't matter all that much, we could dance to anything.

Bastion's POV

Spanish is my favorite… Romantic yet sassy all rolled into one language. I smiled before thinking it over… I really don't want anything slow… Would you, by any chance, happen to have something jazzy? Jazz was my favorite when it came to nervous times or something to move to. It always seemed to help me with something and it was constantly playing in my mind whenever I was bored or trying to focus.

Lucas- - -

I rarely speak it, love. I barely know any… I shrugged a little bit, listening to what he explained to Vincent before nodding. I don't think he has jazz… do you?

I looked up towards Vincent, who smirked and nodded. I do, he said into our minds, quickly changing up the music, stopping one song and switching to a different play list.

Bastion's POV

I breathed deeply, waiting for the song to play. I always hated these silences, where no one knew what to say or what to do… In this particular silence, though, it was tense because everyone was waiting for us to dance miraculously and amazingly…something that I didn't know I could actually do…for probably the first time in my life… First time for everything, though…

Lucas- - -

I sighed, taking a deep breath and pulling him closer, kissing him gently. Vincent was having problems with the computer, I could tell from here. And finally, after messing with it for a few moments, he got it to work. And he even started on the right song.

My hands found Bastion's and I smiled a little bit. "You don't know how to dance, do you?"