A/N: Hey people! I'm back again! I was able to get this sooner than I originally had planned:D I hope you guys don't mind the wait. Now…who else was honestly disappointed in BSP? Seriously! shakes head Anywho! I hope you all enjoy this, and I'll be trying to post more weekly. I'll probably be sticking to the same update schedule, weekends and possibly mid-week, if I have the time. Hope you guys enjoy this and thanks to everyone who has reviewed in the past.

For you new folks! I know my fics are slightly longer, but I strongly encourage you to read Two Worlds Collide and Shattered Reality first. This is a trilogy and I don't want to spend my time trying to summarize the plots from there. Though Broken Dreams is slightly more separate from Shattered and Two Worlds. You'll probably notice references to a couple incidents and new characters.

Anywho! I'm done with this A/N, I'm trying to keep my ramblings short, but it's just not going to work.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I mean, do you really think I'd be fanfic writing if I owned this show, or the characters? I mean, come on! ;) I would so be doing something else with my time! (all you youngin's, I hope you're confused)

Onto the fic!


Broken Dreams

Chapter 1

July 15, 2008

Dear Diary,

We should have gone to Vegas. It would have made life a whole lot easier; but no. We decided to have a small wedding and share the day with everyone. But no, it can't be that simple. It can never be that simple. Especially when EJ is involved. You see, We mentioned Wedding to EJ, and she broke down into sobs of happiness. I think she's happier than I am of Tommy and I getting married, and that's saying a lot! What does EJ decide to do? She alerts the media. Not just one or two magazines, no. She calls every magazine editor in the western hemisphere, no small feat mind you, and has them do a story on our wedding.

So, now what is in store for us, the happy couple? We're currently arguing over what the meal for the evening is going to be, deciding on flowers (Tommy could care less, but he says he likes roses…I think it's a fetish…), guests (EJ isn't allowing us to have our small-simple wedding, so we need to invite practically everyone in the civilized world), gowns (more a me and EJ argument, but Tommy's been siding with me when he sees the big puffy things…I think his reaction was "What the hell is that!" When EJ brought a huge puffy dress into the studio to show me), finishing my third album, and deciding a date and location. The date is easy. I always knew what my wedding day was going to be.

Ever since I was little, Sadie and I would talk about our weddings. She would always say a spring wedding, outside, on the beach or something like that. When she asked me what I wanted, I would just shrug and say I didn't care. But I do care, I did care. You see, I've always been a closet romantic, that and I never wanted anyone to ever rain on my wedding date by having someone else steal the idea. I always wanted to be married on New Years Eve. You see, that's not too unusual, but my request, not to have a day ceremony. Oh no. I want the ceremony to end just before Midnight, and as the bells toll for midnight, that's where the kiss to seal the deal would come in. We would kiss for the whole 12 strokes of midnight, and when we turned and stepped off the alter (I always pictured being married in a church, but honestly, I don't care), my perfect husband and I would be starting a new life together in a whole new year of new beginnings. That's what I want. It's what I always wanted. Now, for the location. My mother hates my idea of the date/time scenario. She wants me to be married in the church she was married in, a small catholic church a few miles outside of Toronto. It's a nice church, it's pretty, but it's also catholic. Small problem, Tommy's not catholic and has no wish to become catholic so I can be married in a catholic church.

Thus the start of many headaches for us. EJ loves the idea of the new years wedding as I have lain out. She loves the romantic-ness it represents and she squealed in delight when I told everyone my reasons. Even Tommy really liked the idea, though I don't think he really cares, I think he just wants to be married and couldn't care less when or where, but it was sweet of him to argue with my mom for me. Dad…well, we haven't really seen him since the announcement was made. I'm kind of scared to go over there with Tommy. I'm afraid Dad might kill the love of my life or scare him off or something.

All in all, we really should have gone to Vegas. It would have made life easier, but alas, when has my life ever been easy? I just hope nothing bad happens between now and New Year's Eve. I mean, after everything else in this year, I think we're due for some peace and quiet.