Title: The Night Before… (Part 1 of 7)
Author: Golden Nutleys
Rating: Pretty much K, maybe K+ for seriousness.
Spoilers: Nothing too specific, but if you haven't been watching or don't know about the goings on this season, I would probably shield your eyes.
Characters: General/All – There will be one chapter for each of the major characters.
Disclaimer: Oh, if wishing made it so…
Summary: There is no clearer measure of hope or despair than the thought of what tomorrow will bring…
Author's Note: So, hi! This is my first leap into writing House Fan Fic. I wrote a few pieces during the West Wing era that are posted here and might soon be posted over at my LJ under the same name so anyone who is interested can get a feel for my writing. I am doing this little series of drabbles/ficlets/mind vomits just to get out there and see if anyone likes my style and viewpoint before I launch into a few longer fics that I have been laying out. I am doing this without a beta (wouldn't be truly me, otherwise) but will be looking for someone/s to help out if anyone wants to hear anymore from me. Over on my LJ, I've also got a bit of info on myself, why House and what directions I will be taking in a longer fic. So please, please review; it's like manna from heaven!!
Side Note: Do not read anything into the pairings – I just put each character into the idea that fit best, not pair.
A Wedding
She was overflowing with warmth and happiness.
Sitting in her favorite restaurant, surrounded by their bridal party, families and friends, some of whom had traveled ridiculous distances to be there.
Her mother gushed of her latest legal achievements as her father worked the room, chest puffed out, telling all of the assembled fathers about the "talk" he and her groom had that afternoon.
Her siblings and cousins were drinking just enough to make them want to share every embarrassing story about her they could remember. And they made sure to loudly call for her each time.
And though they were roaming the room separately, each time she looked around, she found Mark. Across the room, his eyes would find her own and brighten with a smile and a wink. Trying to discreetly search for him while hearing of Aunt Lorraine's latest bout of heart burn, she would feel a touch on the small of her back as he quickly passed by. And when she was cornered for what seemed like the tenth time by his sister who could not get through a conversation the past few days without crying over how happy their parents would be for the two of them, he suddenly appeared by her side with a kiss, a hug for his sister and the demand that Stacy dance with him one last time before they she became legally bound to do so.
And as the clock approached Midnight, and she was whisked away from her beloved to ward off any evil intended spirits, she could not remember a time when she had laughed harder, smiled wider and been so ultimately content with her life.
Yet, she still felt a part of her soul dying.
