Hello reader. How are you this lovely evening. Welcome to my latest creation. It's a songfic, sort of, based lightly on Sting's 'A Perfect Love Gone Wrong'. For those of you who have heard it, you can probably guess why I thought of Sirius. For those of you who haven't...go out and listen to it. :P For those of you who are reading my fic 'The First Time Round' and are wondering why I'm putting this one out when I haven't update that one, there is a simple answer. Review!!!! Maybe if I had a review, even just one..one little review that says, you suck, if you ever try to put ink to paper or what ever applies in this case, I will hunt you down! That goes for you all as well. Please R&R!

Rated M for language, at least for now. Hopefully at some point it will also include sexual situation, but I can't promise that won't be something along the lines of "They had sex. It was nice." Because I don't have nearly that level at talent or confidence just yet...but we'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, 'cept this bag of pretzels that I bought.

Chapter 1 I've got a question

I was standing in a room with white washed brick walls, there was a large full length mirror that had placed there the day before by the frumpy old youth minister Mrs. Pearson. Glancing at the door leading to the hallway, through which James had just exited, I then turned my attention back to, what else, myself. James had gone of in search of one of those blastedly cramped bathrooms to change in, but I really don't why he had left in the first place, I mean it's not as though it's something that I haven't seen many, many times before. But hey, whatever the hell floats his boat, right. It is his wedding day after all. Any who, I shifted my attention back to my super, sexy self (serious sista'), and focused on the grueling task at hand. Getting this damn stupid bow tie straight!!!

The color scheme that Lily and Mum had decided on while they were planning the wedding during our spring break, was a typical one. Lavender and white. And so everything around the place, any place, was lavender. Seriously, the bride's maid's dresses, the candle, handout, plates napkins, and various utensils. The cake would be white, as would Lily's dress, since it used to be her mothers. The flower arrangements, which filled practically the entire chapel, were full of lavender and wild flowers, Easter Lily's and babies breath. Even my bloody bow tie was that atrocious color. Oh, and did I mention that I was allergic to lavender flowers.(And at this rate, just looking at the bleedin' color would probably make me breakout.)

Of course, when I had brought this up, Lily told me to shove it up my ass and deal with it, and that everything had already been ordered. Now, I may not have been the sharpest quill in the package, but I wasn't stupid. After all this conversation took place as I followed Lily down to the end of the block to put the damn order forms in to the mail box. Seriously woman, you've known me for what, a bloody decade now. And you still think that I'm that bloody thick. Anyways, so I asked dear old prongsie for some back up, because you know his was my best mate and I figured I had just cause to protest, and that he'd be there for me just like always had been, cause we were brothers, we were tight. He was there. Lily and I were arguing a day, about three weeks before the wedding was to take place, in the living room of our new house at number seven Godric's hollow, when he came in to the room to try and calm either one or the other of us down enough to keep us all alive, when I finally asked him.

Flashback

"Dammit Sirius, it's my bloody wedding, next time you get married you can pick out what flowers you want, but until then shut your trap!" screamed Lily, her face turning much the same shade as her hair, which unfortunately for her, was not terribly flattering, and actually made her look quite like her older sister, Petunia, whom I had had the displeasure of meeting the week before at a family dinner. And so I told her just that, before ducking behind the couch after narrowly missing what looked like a bat boogie hex to little(bigger than your wildest dreams wink) Sirius Jr, and pulling out my own wand (not that wand...perv) and jumping back out from behind the couch, ready, and mirroring Lily who was in dueling stance.

Suddenly the door flew open. Both Lily and I turned pointing our wands straight towards it, having been so caught up in our own argument, I realized, that Voldemort and his death eaters in their entirety could have come and packed themselves in to the room, and we still would have been arguing.

But, unfortunately it wasn't ole Voldie, just sweet Jamsie poo. Raising his arms slowing, and ducking his head he looked at us, the both of us, as if he weren't quite sure that we were totally sound in the head, and whimpered, "I surrender."

Almost immediately we all broke out into our various types of laughter, James hearty gapha, Lily's light, nasally, chuckling, and my own sporadic fits of giggling. Finally, after several minutes in the floor, we all got up and headed to the kitchen, as it was nearly supper time, and I was rather hungry. So I cut a B-line for the fridge, in search of my favorite treacle fudge, which Mrs. Potter made sure was always in a constant surplus.

Opening up their fridge, it's like a scene from one of my most scariest nightmares. The fridge is filled with lavenders and other assortments of flowers and purple wedding thingy's.

Dramatically I spin around while throwing myself to the floor, and begin in ernest to gag up one or both of my lungi (plural for lung people duh!)Making sure that my face to is bright red, I pull myself up in to a kneeling position, with my head in my hands, sobbing, and silently praising Merlin for this chance to show James the toll that this craziness has taking on my poor, decrepit (but still gorgeously sexy) self.

Raising my hands to the ceiling in on quick and fluid motion, and then throwing my head back while at the same time flipping my hair in to just the right position for a situation that calls for the puppy eyes, I look up towards the heavens and shout "In my own home! In my own home, merlin, these people," Looking down to catch the eye of lily, my own melodramatically tearing up, "These people who I trust and thought that I was able to call my friends" my voice breaks rather convincingly, and I shift my gaze away from lily, who is now scoffing and rolling her eyes at me, instead looking intently over at James, who looks considerably more convinced then his fiancé with the same actuarial tear in my eye."They are plotting against me Merlin, plotting my demise, oh what in Minerva's have I done to deserve this!!!" And with that, I let my body go limp and slowly crumple to the ground.

"Shit" James mutters, walking slowly over to me and laying one of his hands on top of my slumped shoulder. "Lily, did I ever tell you that Sirius was allergic to lavender?"

"No James, but trust me I knew, the little bugger wouldn't let me forget it, and waking moment when he was present. He been getting on about how I'm out to kill him, and get him out of the way so that we won't have to deal with him as a married couple, and while I can that that's a throughly smashing idea, it's not what I have been trying to do, and both he and you know that. You also known that I have had this fairytale wedding planed out since I was a little girl, and I am not about to let one of your stupid friends ruin it for me."

"Baby, I know Padfoot can be a tid bit mela-dramatic sometimes but..."

"A TID bit, did you not hear him just now, he said...and I quote 'In my own home.' In my own home James. Sirius does not live here, as much as I know both you and he would like to think. This isn't his home, James, it's ours, it's been in your family since before the house of black was even in existence. Wha..."

"Hey, will you look at that." I shout, hopping back up on to my feet. "I'm all better now, it's a miracle, and I know thats what you two were both thinking too. Spectacular. Now, about those flower in our fridge..."

"See James," lily shrieks tossing her tiny fists up in to the air. "Do you see what I am talking about, address our property as if it were his!"

"Well, Foxy, if I'm not sorely mistaken it's not yours at this point either, so your doing nothing more then being a hypocrite."

"I am not being a hypocrite Black."

"Yes. yes you are, your being a hypocrite and your talking about me behind my back, or so you think, because I was actually awake that whole time. Which by the way, I don't very much appreciate."

"Talking behind you back...and your calling me a hypocrite. First of all you have to be a totally pixie-witted to honestly believe that we thought, or at least that I thought that you were really unconscious on the floor just now, I'm not that stupid. And second of all, don't think that I don't know that you've been talking behind my back with James, trying to manipulate him," she ranted, starting to sniffle and turning her green eyes, sparkling with crystalline tears towards her husband to be, and continuing quietly, "Trying to sabotage our wedding."

"Lily dear," said James trying to reason with her, "Perhaps your being a tad bit irrational.."

"Irrational, no not at all. Damn it James, I don't care if he is your best mate. I am about to be your wife, I'll be the mother of your children..."

Oh shit, Sirius thought, she's laying down the Kid Card, I'm done for, I can see poor prongs melting in her tiny perfectly manicured hands.

"Honestly James," she said, "What are we going to do when we have young children running around the house, is Sirius still going to be here, sleeping in our living room and gallivanting naked around the house? Sirius needs to grow up and get his own bloody place and we all know it."

I gasped in utter horror and disbelief, "Now Prongs, you've got to be kidding me, you're not going to listen to her ..."

"Padfoot, listen, I agree with her."

"But, I'm your best mate, we're like brothers..."

"No, she right mate..."

"What..."

"Sirius, I think it would be best if you'd leave." he said quietly looking defeated.

I looked at him in shock, not really trusting the words that I had heard coming out of his mouth. He had chosen Lily over me. "Well, fine then, I'll pack up and leave in the morning then."

"No Sirius, I think it'd be best if you left...well now."

I was hurt. Truly I was a man in scorn. I gave him a pleading look, but he just turned his head to the side, and Lily laid a hand on his shoulder, and managing to keep a straight face no doubt, gave him a solemn nod of approval. Finally, I stormed quickly from that forlorn kitchen, and in to the living room, where I gathered up only my essentials, which included my shaving kit, my lucky boxers, my favorite teddy, Quincy James Auberdean IV (the first three having gone to teddy heaven after various accidents involving Wormtails pansy bladder), and my ever growing collection of porn mags from under the middle couch cushion. Giving the room a last once-over, I stalked out the front door and began to wander the streets of Godric's Hallow.

End of Flashback

I had ended up in Remus's front lawn drunk as a monkey, not more then an hour later. I remember that was one hell of a hangover.

Anyways, I suppose the size of my hangover doesn't really matter. What does matter is that I'm standing here, in this stuffy old church, in the middle of Little Whinging, with a bloody lavender bow tie, and getting ready to watch as my best mate, gets married. Oh the hypocrisy. No not the right word, but you know what I mean. It's insulting...

The wedding was going a combination of a muggle and magical ceremony, with only the less obvious parts of wizard marital tradition being preformed. Our old professor Albus Dumbledor would be preforming the ceremony. He had shown up the day before in bright orange and green striped bell-bottoms, a deep purple floral womens blouse, pink toe socks, and a pair of baby blue flip-flops, apologizing for not being able to find a matching belt for outfit while he had be looking through his wardrobe earlier, and them informed us all that he planned to wear it in the wedding the next day, because it was not only the most appropriate but also the fanciest in his position and that the soon to be Potters deserved only the best. The look on Lilys' face had been priceless, definitely worth the 5 galleons that I slipped Dumbledor after the whole ordeal. The thought still brought a joyful tear to my dark onyx eyes.

I hear the door behind me open, so I glance up into the mirror, while dust invisible dirt from my tux, and look behind my reflection to see who there in the back ground. I had excepted James to be back from getting changed. But I was surprised when I looked back, because it wasn't James standing back there. It was Lily. A very disgruntled Lily. A very bright faced, puffy eyed, runny nosed Lily.

I turn around in order to face her and inquire as to why exactly she in the room when she walks briskly forwards and stuck her face in the crevice between my side and my arm pit, and began sobbing. Not really knowing what to do I decided to sort of reach around and awkwardly pat her on the back of the head.

"Sirius..." she sobbed in to my chest, "What am I going to do?"

"What the hell are you talking about Lillers?" I asked, taking hold of her shoulders and bringing her out to an arms length, so that I could look at the bent properly while she was very quickly deteriorating before me.

"I've been thinking about it since you guys left yesterday afternoon. I just haven't been able to stop myself, it always keeps coming back, and it's scaring half to death!" She ranted, attempting to wipe away the trails of tears cascading down her porcelain skin, but only succeeded in smudging her makeup horribly.

"Thinking of what? And stop that, your makeup is running all over the place." I said while using the pads of my thumbs to wipe away what she had fail to get, and not really understanding what she was on about, or why the hell she would coming to me. Oh crap was I in trouble again?

"Sirius, your James best friend, he tells you everything, things he won't even tell me! Please you have to tell me the truth, am I just being crazy here, because it's really scaring me!"

I just had to stare at her for a moment, yes of course she was crazy, but why was it showing now??? "Lily, what in the bloody hell are you on about? What is scaring you so bad?"

"It...it's James...he..he..its...its just...it's just that he...he's been...after me, for sooo long Sirius, and I'm so scared that..that once he finally has me tonight, he'll realize that what he's been chasing for all these years, isn't all that he thought it would be..."

She was sobbing again, this time in utter earnestness. Merlin, this girl really was Mad. How could she possibly have gotten that in to her head, probably that unearthly disgusting sister of hers, what a bitch.

So I told her just that. "What the Bloody hell are you thinking, of course your mad, honestly, James is fucking Crazy about you," I said forcefully, and none to nicely either, "And trust me, I know better then most, that stupid bloke never shuts up about you."

"No but don't you see it, It's the thrill of the chase. It's the reason both you and he have never had a relationship longer three weeks, because you get bored and move on, and leave her behind." She shouted getting flustered with me, because I had yet to grasp the meaning of her sickly twisted female logic. "I'll be his Sirius, there...there won't be any more to it. He'll have me forever, and he'll finally realize that I'm just this ugly, frumpy, horrid, melodramatic, clean freak, in close position of all his time and money, and he'll think 'What the Bloody Fuck was I on when I asked the crazy bird to marry me?' and..." she stopped suddenly, looking at me with bright eyes, as I nodded my head in what she most of thought was understanding (when in fact it was actually my full and utmost agreement to her description of herself, I did have to give her credit for that) "Oh Sirius, you know him better then anybody in the world. Please, tell me what he's going to do?" And with that, she lodged herself in my chest once again, and let out a rather pitiful wail.

Now of course, I immedeatly knew the answer to her question. James loved his Lily Flower more then life itself. It won't matter wether it was now or 10 or 20 years from now, when she had undoubtedly let herself go, and if they had 342 screaming brats (taking after their mother of course) run wild all over the place, he would still love her with the same heat and passion that he did at this moment. She was his everything. I knew, he knew, everyone must have known that they were deeply and inseparably and forever in Love.

Except apparently, Lily. Because here she was standing in front of me, shaking and bawling and practically ripping her bloody hair out, worried to death that James would leave her, and she wasn't even married to the damn bloke yet.

And then I realized...I was being faced with the decision that every best man hopes on his best mates wedding day. In my hands, was the power to call of the entire thing, cut Lily Marie Evans out of the picture, and get my mate reentered in to the good ole bachelor lifestyle.

So, should I tell her that he would leave her, not for all the girls and galleons in the world, which was, unfortunately the god awful truth, and let her steal away my best mate for the rest of eternity.

Or, should I look at her with sad eyes, and a look of mock pity on my face, lying through my teeth and admitting that having known James my whole life, and having seen their relationship, with the pressures that he is under by his family and by society to procreate, and have a trophy wife and all, that yes I did believe that he would realize sooner or later what a mistake he had made, and simply use her to produce his heir, and then run off with hot, young, and utterly brainless secretary...Mandy.

Now Lily was a smart girl, even I knew that. But I also knew that in this exceptionally vulnerable state she was in at the present, that it would be rather easy to convince her of the latter, as that would be confirming her fears. I also knew that if she did get it in to her mind, that she wouldn't hesitate in calling the entire thing off, whether it was considered an embarrassment or not, she would put her priorities and well being above the opinions of the public. And she would do it with her head held high, not taking no shit from nobody, lest that wanted to be cursed in to Thursday next.

I knew what I had to do. And I knew that was probably gonna kick myself for it in the future, but it was for James sake, and I would probably have nothing more then that one thought to comfort me in whatever times would come upon me.

Making up my mind, I tugged Lily away from my person, and put my fingers under her chin, grabbing a hold of it, and forcing her to make eye contact with me.

"You're right Lily, I do know James, better then anybody in the world."