Hi! I wrote this little thing because I love Dru so much! She is so awesome and such a queen! I hope you enjoy it! Review and let me know what you think.

The L.A Institute was packed with as much chaos and excitement one would expect of when a wedding was taking place. Emma, Cristina, and Diana were running around making sure everything was perfect and ready. Kit and Ty had given all three of them equal responsibility to plan their wedding, after days of being questioned about what kinds of flowers they were thinking about having. Honestly, they couldn't care less. They decided to have a more mundane wedding, as Kit was more accustomed to those traditions than to the Shadowhunters'. He hoped Diana would be able to input mundane things into the wedding, as she had lived most of her life with them. Ty preferred to have the wedding at the Institute since he felt more comfortable doing so at home where most of his memories happened, especially memories of Kit and Livvy. Ty went through his moments where he realized his twin sister wouldn't get to be there, she wouldn't get to see him marry the love of his life and hug him and laugh with him when they see Kit drunk on the dance floor. Sometimes, he doesn't want to go on, not when it felt wrong, not when Livvy should be there. But one look at Kit and he knows he can't wait any longer.

Kit paced in his room, rolling his shoulders to help ease the nerves he feels. He shouldn't feel nervous. He knows what to do, and he knows he's ready. But he just can't shake off the feeling. He looks out the window to the dunes, where the ceremony will take place, and sees Emma screaming at a man, his face red as he straightens a row of chairs. Kit let out a low chuckle, running his fingers through his hair.

"Don't do that, you're gonna mess it all up," a voice drawled from the door.

Kit whipped around to see Ash, leaning against the door frame, dressed nicely in a black tux, his white collar open and devoid of a tie or a bowtie. His tux had a line of gold around the wrist and his cufflinks were gold as well. His pale blond hair was a bit mussed, but the curls at the end gave it a more elegant look, combined with a circlet of gold that rested atop his head. He had a black earring in his right ear and a small tattoo underneath his left. His green eyes were sharp and bright against his paleness and currently they were grazing over Kit.

"Ash," Kit breathed, stepping away from the window. "About time you showed up,"

"I had a tiny, little errand to do," Ash said, pushing off the doorframe. He walked in fully, closing the door behind him before walking to Kit. "But I'm here now,"

Kit embraced Ash in a hug, clapping his back as he did so. Five years ago, Ash came into their lives. After all the blood, the fight with Annabel and the Unseelie King, Ash decided to stay with the Blackthorns. He and Kit became good friends, best friends, one might say, until Ash left the Institute. Despite his absence, he never went out of touch. He and Kit talked on the phone, even facetimed each other. Kit would never give up the mundane technology. For three years, they had no idea where Ash lived. But when he turned seventeen, he got his own place in L.A. near the Institute, so he continued to visit on a regular basis, but he never stayed longer than a day. Ash never gave a reason for his unexpected disappearance, but Kit suspected it had something to do with Dru.

A year after Ash joined the L.A Institute, he and Dru dated. It was only for a few months, but Ash fell hard for her. He was undeniably happy around Dru, anyone could see that, but Dru's feelings didn't quite match his. Even so, she was still happy with him. They held hands, they sneaked small kisses behind Julian's and Mark's back whenever they could. There was nothing to indicate that there was even the smallest bit of unhappiness in their relationship, which confused everyone when Dru suddenly called it off. Kit didn't see much of Ash after that. He holed himself in his room, rarely coming out in hopes of avoiding Dru. Kit tried to get him to talk by asking what happened or if he had a hint as to why Dru broke up with him. He only muttered a stern "I don't want to talk about it" before turning his back to Kit. No one bothered to ask Dru about it, respecting her decisions.

Ash pulled back, patting Kit's shoulder before taking a step back. Up close, Kit could see a small purple mark just beneath Ash's collar. A hickey.

"I'm guessing your errand had something to do with that?" Kit asked, narrowing his eyes on Ash's hickey.

Ash only gave a sheepish smile and a wink before turning to look at the pictures Kit had on the wall. He trailed along the length of it, pausing only to give a small comment here and there. He laughed when he saw a picture of Tavvy, nine years old and wearing his underwear on the outside of his pants. He had a blanket tied around his neck and Mark was flapping it, like a cape in the wind. "Man, I missed that kid," he sighed, moving to the next picture.

"He missed you too," Kit said, walking up to Ash. "We all do,"

"Right," Ash replied flatly, as his eyes rested on a picture of Dru, laughing and covered in flour while Emma stood next to her smiling. "All of you do,"

Kit followed his gaze, smiling himself as he remembered the day. Emma and Dru decided to make cupcakes for Julian's birthday, and Emma struggled to open the bag of flour and used all her strength before the seal finally gave in and opened, causing flour to go everywhere. He stared at Dru, his own heart swelling with love for her. Their friendship was nothing like Kit had ever experienced before and Kit was so ready to call her his sister. He gave a brief look at Ash, seeing his face distant and his body stance rigid. He wondered when the last time he and Dru have actually spoken to each other, if they did at all since he started coming by again. That was what prompted him to ask, "Are you going to be okay?"

Ash blinked twice before answering, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Because Dru's going to be there?"

"So?" Ash sneered.

"And she'll be looking nice," Kit said. "Very, very nice,"

"She means nothing to me," Ash snapped, turning away from the wall.

"Ash-"

"I gotta use the bathroom before this thing starts. I'll see you down there," Ash grumbled before slamming the door shut behind him.

Kit only shook out his arms, preparing himself. He closed his eyes tightly, rubbing his hands over his face. He wasn't going to let Ash's bad mood get to him. Despite the dread for the tension he knows will soon be coming, he readies himself as he thinks of Ty and how in less than ten minutes, they will be getting married. Kit snapped his eyes open. "I'm ready,"

The wedding ceremony was a breeze. Everything went well, everyone moved on their cues, and Ty, to his delight, did not forget his vow, despite forgetting how to even form words when he saw Kit. His heart pulsed so hard in his chest to the point where he could feel it physically. Kit and his unruly hair and his beautiful smile were almost too much for Ty to handle. After they were given permission to kiss (Ty didn't think he could wait any longer), they walked back down the aisle and off into a door separate from the ballroom where the reception was. After taking twenty minutes away, Ty was ready to go to the reception. He prepared himself for the lights and music and crowd that he knew was inevitably going to drown him. As long as he stayed near Kit, he could keep his head above the water and continue to swim.

They walked into the ballroom, Ty's hand squeezing his husband's tightly as jeers and hollers escaped the crowd and applaud followed. They walked to where the rest of Ty's family was seated at the long table against the left wall, streams of golden-orange light flowing through the big windows from the sun setting behind the blue waters. There were two seats in the middle empty that were reserved for Kit and Ty. Julian stood up abruptly, pulling Ty into a tight hug. When he pulled away, Ty saw that Julian's eyes were brimmed with tears, and Ty instantly froze all over.

"What happened?" Ty trembled. "Why are you crying?"

"Oh, they're just tears of joy," Julian laughed, reaching up to ruffle Ty's hair. "I'm so happy for you. My little brother is married!"

"Oh," Ty whispered, but he can't help but smile.

After receiving congratulations from everyone else, and a very thorough description of what to expect on their honeymoon from Emma, Ty finally pulled Kit away. They walked around, accepting more congratulations and wishes, before setting on the outside of the dance floor. Ty stared at the dance floor, watching everyone swerve their hips and move with no coordination or routine, as far as he could tell.

"We don't have to do this," Kit whispered in Ty's ear. "Not right now,"

Ty nodded, turning his head to kiss Kit. Ty knew Kit wanted to dance. But he wasn't good at it. Not as Ash was right now, dancing like no one was watching when indeed, everyone was watching. And they loved it. Many girls went up to him, and many girls swayed with him. But none of those girls affected him the way that it should count. None of them brought Ash out of his cocky demeanor to experience something real. Only one girl ever succeeded in that, and that girl was precisely why Ash was hopping from fling to fling without any real grounding. And that girl, Ty noticed, was nowhere around. In fact, he didn't recall seeing her since they entered the ballroom.

"Hey," Ty called, leaning closer to Kit so they could converse better. "Where's Dru?"

Kit looked up and went on his tiptoes to see over the crowd better. "She said she was going to change into something more comfortable to dance in. She should be here by now though,"

"Do you think we should go-"

"Ah, there she is," Kit said, jutting his head towards the doors. He brought his hand up, waving to get Dru's attention.

Dru noticed him after a careful gaze over the room. She started making her ways towards the dance floor, circling around to get to where Kit and Ty were. Upon her arrival, Kit let out a low whistle.

"My, my, look at you!" Kit smiled.

"You like?" Dru giggled, twirling to show off her dress.

Her dress was an onyx black, with a few lines of gold and crimson around the waist. It hugged her upper half nicely, flowing off at her waist before resting a little under mid-thigh. She was wearing black heels that strapped up around her foot and to her ankles. Her hair cascaded in soft curls and was unevenly swept over to the left side of her face, as if she had run her fingers through it. Her eyelashes were big and full and her lips were a dark red color that was so matted, it looked natural. She never wore makeup really, but with or without it, she was beautiful. She had three bracelets matching the three colors of her dress and a golden necklace at her neck. Livvy's necklace.

She did look stunning, Ty had to admit that, however uncomfortable he was with his little sister looking this mature and…. Alluring, he supposed. But Dru was mature, Ty reminded himself. She's nineteen. But maybe to him, she'll always be little.

"I finally got out of that horrid dress! It was cute and all but how are you expected to dance in something where you can barely even breathe,"

"Stop complaining and give your brother-in-law a hug!" Kit laughed, stepping forward and bringing Dru into his arms.

Dru hugged him back tightly, smiling ear to ear. She stepped back to pull at Ty's arm, squeezing his hand. Dru never really hugged Ty. He never understood why. Maybe she still thought he didn't like contact, or being embraced. She had muttered that once when Ty flinched as a stranger shot forward and shook Ty's hand. It wasn't that he didn't like contact. He just didn't like strangers.

"Congratulations to you two and Kit, welcome to the family!"

"However crazy it is," Ty laughed.

"I don't care if it's crazy or not," Kit said, reaching up to cup Ty's cheek. "As long as you're in it,"

Dru groaned as they kissed, turning around to face the dance floor. Ty noticed this out of the corner of his eye, and pulled back to stop Dru before she saw-

"Well," Dru whispered as her eyes narrowed onto Ash.

He was dancing with a blonde girl, quite provocatively, Ty might add.

"Dru," Ty spoke, turning Dru around to face him. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Of course," she replied, a smile plastered on her face.

"We can get him to leave-," Ty started.

"No!" Kit interrupted. "He's here as my guest."

"Kit, this is my sister," Ty pleaded.

"Ty, I'll be fine, I promise. He means nothing to me," Dru sighed. "Now, where's the bar?"

"You're not old enough-" Ty gave up when Dru walked off with the bar in her sights.

"He said the same thing," Kit said, walking around to face Ty.

"This is so frustrating! They act like they don't care about each other but their actions say otherwise! Why are they lying to us?"

"I think they're lying to themselves," Kit whispered, stroking Ty's cheek.

The sun was well under the horizon now, the sky only a mural of blue and purple and pink. Dru stayed near the bar, gulping down her drink faster than the bartender can serve three people. Drinking didn't help anything but she certainly didn't care anymore. She was on her third glass, ready for her fourth when Kieran came along.

"You're done," he said, swiftly taking the glass out of her hands.

"Excuse me?"

"Dru, you are nineteen years old, you shouldn't even be drinking," he said.

"So?" she asked, slurring only slightly.

"You're lucky I was the one you found you and not Julian or Mark," Kieran said, bracing himself on the bar.

"You're right," Dru sighed. "I just…."

"You just…?" Kieran willed on.

"Nothing," Dru whispered, pushing off of the bar and walking over to a corner to sulk.

She leaned back on the wall, staring off into the dance floor, where Ash continued to dance, in his weird way, of course. But he looked happy. So happy. It's been five years. Five years since they last talked. Well, had a full conversation other than insults and informing the other that "This person wants you." She doesn't blame him, not really, but she misses him. A lot. She may have been the one to break things up but it doesn't mean she doesn't love him. And she does, she really does. She just didn't five years ago. How could she? She was fourteen and it was her first relationship. She was surprised when Ash confessed his feelings for her, and she thought given time together she might grow to return those feelings. And she did, but just not when they were together. That's why she had broken up with him. Well, partly. She didn't feel what he felt and she didn't want to drag him around for something that may very well be nothing. As much as she regrets it now, she thought that someday she would be a problem to him. She wasn't like the girls that constantly threw themselves at him. She was rounded, and had a bigger build, and wasn't cute and short. She didn't hang out with other girls her age and go shopping. She read and loved horror movies and memes. She should've given him much more credit than she did. It wasn't until she was seventeen did she realize how she felt about him. And regretted how despite his words, and his stupid, stupid ways of getting to her, she still fell for him.

He always got to her. And she can't shake herself out of this feeling, no matter how much she wants to. He talks down on her, calls her names, talks about her weight and her fear of social situations as if they were an inconvenience. She knows she does the same, but she knows that she doesn't mean it. When he says it….. How can she tell if he really thinks that way of her or not? Especially when he goes around from girl to girl, showing off his hickeys and whoever he has on his arm at the moment.

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be off sulking in a corner," someone said from beside her. "Especially at her own brother's wedding,"

Dru turned to find Jaime looking down at her. Jaime. He was the only other guy that distracted her from Ash.

"I just haven't find someone worthy enough to take on the dance floor," she quirked, her mood changing into a more pleasurable one.

"Well, your majesty," Jaime smiled, crossing his arm over his torso and bowing deeply. "May I prove myself worthy to accompany you and your awesome dance moves?"

Dru curtsied lightly, letting out a giggle as she said, "Of course, kind sir. Let's see if you can keep up to a queen,"

Jaime laughed as he wrapped Dru around his arm, guiding her towards the dance floor. They stepped in, making their way to the middle. They danced together, swaying to the music as other around did. She doesn't know why she feels different. This wasn't anything new. She and Jaime often went out to clubs together, drowning themselves in music, alcohol, and laughter. Yet there was something that made her feel unnerving. As Jaime grabbed her by the waist and twirled her around, she found exactly what made her feel this way. She danced on as Ash glared at them from a distance, a scowl on his face and a flash of…. hurt in his eyes? Dru told herself she imagined it, that the alcohol taunted her with her deepest desires. She grabbed Jaime's hands, pulling him around and closer. She freed herself, letting loose with no heartbreak and regrets.

Who was that guy? And why was Dru with him? He's never seen Dru like this before, so carefree and happy. And she was happy with that guy. Who the hell was he? He had tried everything; he had given everything to make her happy. Well, he would've, if she had just let him. But she didn't and so here he is, dancing with another girl that could never make him feel even an ounce of what he felt for Dru. Whatever he felt for Dru. And she looked so damn good. He suppressed the anger bubbling up in him and turned to the girl on his side. He gripped her by the waist and pulled her flush against him, grinding their bodies together to the beat of the music. He didn't want to do this, but he had to do something to show Dru he was better off without her. It's been five years and he still can't shake this longing for her. After all they've been through, all the harsh words and cold glares to each others, here they are, trying to show who's better off without the other. Ash pulled the girl closer, whispering something suggestive to how is tongue is a much better dancer on the skin of a beautiful girl. She giggled at his words, reaching up to his ear and nibbling on his earlobe. Ash knew Dru saw this as he watches her leave the ballroom. His heart was heavy in his chest but he gives in to the satisfaction of winning, telling himself to not care if he hurt Dru in the process. But one look at her family's murderous glare and he's running after her, all the pain and harsh words and desperation for her finally pushing him over the edge. He was done with this game and he intended to end it right now.

He knew where Dru would be. It was where she went to vent. It was where all Shadowhunters seem to vent. He pushed the door to the training room open, slamming it shut behind him.

"Go away, Ash," Dru said, punching a dummy. Her shoes were across the room, as if she'd thrown them at the targets painted on the wall.

"No," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "We're going to talk, right here and right now,"

"Why don't you go talk to that girl?" she huffed, bringing her fist up to connect with the dummy's jaw.

"I don't want to talk to that girl, I want to talk to you," he said, moving to stand behind Dru.

"Why, so you can just tell me how shitty I am? How I don't have a single good trait and how I shouldn't even be here, yet alone in your presence and I should just get rid of myself altogether?" she whirled on him, her anger radiating from her body.

Ash was taken aback by her words. He would pick on her, he would hurt her with her weaknesses but he would never, ever suggest she… He can't even say the words. His life without her beside him was hell, but life without her at all…. He didn't want to think of it.

"Why would you say that?" Ash fumed, stepping forward to match the glare in her eyes. They were close, so close.

"It's true, isn't it?"

"No, it's not! Why the hell would you think that? Why would you think you are invaluable? That you don't matter?"

They just stared at each other, their chests moving quickly as the atmosphere filled with tension. Ash choked back a sob as he realized why.

"Dru," Ash whispered. "I'm so sorry… I never meant to-"

"Just stop," Dru interrupted, shoving him away. "Stop pretending you care,"

"I'm not pretending, Dru! Why do you think I'm here? Why do you think I go from girl to girl? I'm trying to get over you!"

"You're trying to hurt me!" She shouted, her voice breaking. "You're trying to hurt me. That's all you've ever done. And I know you're trying to justify what I did to you…. But what I did lasted one day five years ago. You've been treating me like shit every time you see me. Every time I think I'm okay, every time I assure myself that I'm more than what you claim I am, you come in and you shoot it all down. I try so much to love myself, but it's hard when I love you more. And that's why I can't do this anymore,"

Ash was speechless. Every word she said was like drilling a hole in his chest. But when she said that she loved him… He wanted to burst right there. He wanted to get down on his knees and beg for his forgiveness. He wanted to beat himself up for ever uttering a damn insult to her. But most of all, he wanted to hold her and assure her that she was the most perfect and beautiful person Ash was blessed to know. But he didn't. He just stood there, his hands shaking by his sides and this beautiful, beautiful girl with tears down her face was looking up at him with a look he couldn't place. Something inside her was stirring and he had no idea what that was. And that scared the shit out of him.

"Dru, please…."

Dru look at him a long moment before a shuddering breath worked its way from her. "This is…. toxic, Ash. Me, you, us… This whole thing is toxic. I can't do this. I deserve more. And so do you,"

Ash couldn't breathe anymore. His whole world was collapsing and the very life of him, the source that drives him to live is the one doing the damage. "No. No, Dru, please. Listen to me. I know what I've done was wrong,"

A scoff escaped Dru before she could even stop it. "Exactly. This has been going on for five years and it takes me breaking down to get you to come to your senses. I'm not granting you ease. I'm not just going to let you go and forgive for all that you've done. I'm not going to give you a way out of facing your consequences,"

"And what," Ash breathed, his own tears falling unwillingly. "…are going to be my consequences?"

Dru walked up to Ash and reached up, wiping his tears away. She leans in, placing her lips directly above his, brushing slightly as she answers, "Watching me walk away,"

And with those four words, Ash's knees gave way, his body no longer able to support him as his beautiful girl left him in the cold darkness.