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A/N: Poor Tommy! All he wants is to love and be love. Rainbow Brotherhood 'Verse.

Tommy woke up on his wedding day with a feeling of dread. He was nineteen, he was about to marry the woman he loved, and he couldn't help but feel that something was terribly wrong. "Good morning, Tommy," his mom said as she came into the room.

"Hey, mom," Tommy said as he slid out of bed.

"Are you ready for your big day?" Helen Oliver asked as she opened his curtains.

"More than ready," Tommy replied, squinting against the bright sunlight.

"I just wanted to make sure that you were sure this was what you wanted," Helen replied.

"Kat," Tommy said, "is the woman I am going to spend the rest of my life with."

"I'll leave you to get dressed then," Helen said.

Tommy shook his head as his mom left, and then he pulled on some jeans and an undershirt. After all, he didn't have to get dressed until noon. He headed downstairs, glanced into the living room, which was filled with the debris of the wedding planning. The kitchen was filled with women, chatting and moving around each other, someone was making breakfast, someone else was corralling the under eighteen female contingent. "Here's the groom," his grandmother announced and kissed his cheek.

"The very hungry groom," Tommy replied, hugging her, "I just wanted to get some cereal."

"Nonsense," Aunt Jamie said, slipping through the group, "you go sit in the dining room and I'll have pancakes and bacon out to you in five minutes."

Tommy hugged her, "Of course," he said. He backed out of the kitchen just as the doorbell rang, "I'll get it," he called over his shoulder.

Kat was standing on his doorstep, "Kat," he said, taking in her tears, and the utter devastation on her face, "what's wrong?"

"My grandmother," Kat began, and then threw herself into Tommy's arms as she began to cry.

"What happened?" Tommy asked, he knew one of her grandmothers had been unable to fly to America because she was ill.

"Granny Lana," Kat said.

"Shh," Tommy replied, he drew her into the house and kicked the door shut, "its ok, Kat." He rested his head against hers, "It is going to be ok."

"Granny Lana is dead," Kat finally managed to say.

"It's going to be ok," Tommy said, unable to think of anything else to say to her, but wanting her to know that he was there for her.

Kat pulled back, "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Tommy gave her a half smile, "It's ok," he told her and kissed her forehead, "I promise, its fine."

"Tommy," Kat said, "I don't want to get married right now."

Tommy nodded, struggling to keep his emotions from his face, "It's ok, Kat. I understand that you need to be with your family right now." He hugged her again, tightly, "Just let me know what's going on, ok? I want to be there for you."

"We're going back to Australia," Kat said, "for the funeral."

Tommy brushed a tear from her cheek and kissed her lightly, "Whatever you need Kat."

"Thank you," Kat replied and left.

As the door closed, Tommy knew that he and Kat would never be together again as they had been. When Kat returned to Australia, she would not return to him. He also didn't feel all that tempted to go after her.