So, for the first time today, I saw The Vow and it completely inspired me. I didn't want to write something along the lines of Ezria, as we have For Her Sake already on here, but I thought why not Lucian? Things will be changed and I will have my own spin, but this story is basically based off the film. I thought it would be a good heart wrencher. And, it's completely AU from typical Lucian stories.

Once again, this is completely fictional from the vaults of my mind. In no way is this prevalent to current events. I do believe Lucian will happen in its own time. If you don't like the pairing, please don't read.

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White. Everything was white from the flowers to the trim of Lucy's dress. At weddings, Ian liked to watch the groom's face as the bride came down the aisle. He loved to see that cheesy smile of pure and utter love on their face. He was sure his own pearly whites resembled to something of the kind. If asked three years ago, Ian would've said that this day would never happen; much less would he have a relationship with the brunette making her way down the lily petal adorned aisle towards him.

It seemed like ages until she reached him. The corners of Ian's mouth ached from smiling so broadly, but the grin refused to leave his face. Lucy's soft hand slipped into his as her father kissed both her cheeks in preparation to give her away. Butterflies danced about in the pit of Ian's stomach as he took her in; an absolute vision in white and lace. Lucy's lips spread into a smile just about as wide and bright as Ian's as time passed through the ceremony. Their eyes were locked, unable to break away until it was time for vows.

Lucy's hands fumbled with the sheet of paper that was worn so thin. She'd spent days upon end preparing just exactly what she'd say to him. Even now, she wasn't sure it would amount to the extent of how much she felt for him, but it would have to do. "Ian," Lucy began, looking up at him with her large doe eyes that were framed with dark lashes. "Some people know when they find the right one. Some don't." Her laugh was light, recalling how he'd been right under her nose the entire time. "I can't say I'm proud that it took me too long to realize what was right in front of me, but I'm glad we traveled to this day like we did. I don't regret a thing. Every day, you teach me so much; so much about the world, your latest findings on the environment, how to be a better friend, how to be a better lover…and now, hopefully, how to be a wife. In return, I vow the same to you along with my unconditional love and support; and perhaps a serving of red velvet cake every week." She laughed lightly.

"You bring out the best in me. I don't think I could've asked for a better love. And so, Ian, take this ring as a token of my affection and love." Lucy's tiny, bright pink pained fingers slide the gold band onto his finger, teasing a smile from them both.

Ian fetched his folded piece of notebook paper from his pocket and smiled, seeing tears glisten in the eyes of the girl across from him. "Lucy, there isn't a day that goes by without me waking up to see you sleeping peacefully and think to myself how is she mine? How did I manage to get the opportunity to spend the rest of my life with this amazing woman? Sometimes, I think it's crazy how our love story went, but I don't think I'd take back a single move that brought us to this alter. And now, we have the rest of our lives together. I have more mornings to wake up and think those thoughts to myself. I have more nights to watch you fall asleep and wonder the same exact thing I do each morning.

Yes, our life is hectic, but somehow we manage to fit everything in to our daily routine. I can't wait for a lifetime of that." Lucy held tightly onto Ian's hands, soaking in his words like they were water on a hot day at the beach. "A lifetime of running around, high on caffeine spikes, and then coming home to a tiny safe haven of an apartment. My love for you surpasses that of yours for skulls and hummus and so take this ring as a symbol of my devotion." Her diamond encrusted band slid on easily, Lucy and Ian radiating smiles as the preacher pronounced them man and wife and they sealed the deal with a kiss.

Lucy and Ian had mutually agreed from an early point in their relationship that once Pretty Little Liars was over and they were married, they'd relocate to New York for a bit and take a break from the busy lives they kept in LA. Both had enough in their bank accounts to take the year long sabbatical of sorts. Their apartment rested in The Village near a small park that was always filled with various college students cramming for tests. The first snow had began to fall as the exited the small bookshop that held their favorite hot chocolate and age old books that gave a sense of home.

Lucy smiled as she curled into Ian's side. He adjusted the beanie on top of her head as well as his own as they walked. The sidewalks were slippery, but with his hold on her, Ian hoped Lucy's step wouldn't falter and neither was his. "So the hot chocolate tonight," he began, looking towards his wife.

She stuck out her tongue and grimaced a bit. "Far too watery. Somebody else made it tonight; not Jess." Lucy chucked the cardboard cup into a nearby trash can, still three quarters of the way filled.

"You could've recycled that at home," jested Ian, poking her in the side. Lucy only giggled and leaned more into him rather than pulling away. "What a waste of my money. That hot chocolate could've gone to a starving child." Ian smirked, pecking her forehead just where the beanie came to meet with Lucy's milky skin.

"Chide me one more time, Harding and I'll make you chase me." Before Ian could protest, Lucy took off down the icy street in her suede wedged boots. A giddy laughter spread across her lips, Ian running to grab her and see her safely back home when she slid. A crack was heard on the pavement; a sickening crack that made Ian's heart completely stop. His running pace grew tremendously as blood pooled around Lucy's head. A nearby onlooker called 911 while Ian cradled her in his lap, tears strolling down his face. Lucy's pulse was almost nonexistent; he couldn't lose her. Not like this.

Chaos ensued, paramedics rushing left and right to strap Lucy's tiny body into a gurney with a frantic Ian by her side at all times. As they sped off towards Mount Sinai hospital, Ian held her tiny, limp hand in his, taking deep breaths to cushion his shallow sobs.

"You sure know how to treat a lady to a first date," Lucy laughed as she and Ian walked out of vegan bistro on Rodeo, their hands edging closer to one another's by the second. Ian cast a smile down at her, still not believing his luck. It was one thing to wish and wait for the opportunity and exultation of Chris. It was another to actually cease the moment and take control. So far, he was enjoying the latter.

"Yeah, well, this isn't like any normal first date." Lucy nodded, realizing he was accurate. For once, things felt right. She didn't have to try to keep herself and Ian entertained on the first date to stay away from awkwardness. Things fell into place on their own, resulting in an enjoyable night for each of them. "This is far more special than a typical first date."

"You could say that again." Ian chuckled, finally slipping his hand into hers. While the whole world expected for the co-stars to start dating years ago, it had finally happened after Lucy outgrew Chris and his childish ways. Needless to say, Ian didn't hold back when he found out his window slot had been opened after an infinite period of time.

"I don't feel like repeating myself." As they walked back to his car, Ian grasped Lucy's arm tightly unwilling to let the magic of the moment go. Their eyes locked in a heated stare, lips only inches apart as Lucy leaned up on her tip toes to meet Ian's tall height. Their eyes closed as each head tilt one way to accommodate the position of their lips. After a single brush, Ian connected his lips with Lucy's in a kiss that could've been described as a mix of tenderness and underlying passion. She kissed back with just as much force, tingle sent down both their spines.

"Wow," he spoke quietly, tracing her cheekbone with the tips of his fingers. The night sky shone overhead with city lights and the stars glistening above.

"You could say that again," Lucy agreed.

"Is she alright!"

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

Bombardments of questions welcomed Ian as he sat in the ICU lobby of Mount Sinai hospital. Friends of the couple came rushing forward. Among the small crowding were Kurt and Claire, friends of Lucy's that had moved to New York a year before them for their careers and Ian's college roommate, Robert and his fiancé, Charlotte. As a group, the six had become closely tied with bonds that were somewhat unbreakable.

"I don't know," Ian spoke dejectedly, not rising from his seat. Claire's glances kept flickering from him to the doors, waiting for a nurse to come through the swinging structures to give them an update of their friend and his wife. Charlotte sat down next to Ian, rubbing a consoling hand down his back. Kurt and Robert only conversed in worried tones.

"What exactly happened, Ian," Claire asked, jutting out a hip in her snug jeans, tapping impatiently. The rest of the group leaned forward to hear his story. Ian spoke through a broken voice, just barely holding back sobs. It was jarring how in one minute, he and Lucy could be so carefree and the next, the only thing he loved so dearly in the world was smacked onto the hard pavement.

"We were coming out of the bookstore and, you know, just being ourselves. Lucy took off running, saying something about me catching her and the next thing I knew…she…" Ian's voice broke off again, leaving another trail of fresh tears down his face. He didn't know how to handle it. How was one supposed to handle their other half could be paralyzed or worse? He took a deep breath as several pairs of comforting hands rubbed up and down his back in assurance. Although, Ian had a feeling things wouldn't just magically turn okay. From common knowledge, hard hits to the head resulted in brain damage or injuries.

"She'll be alright," Claire spoke softly, leaning against Kurt with her own tears forming. "If I know anything about Lucy, it's that she's a fighter. Have you called her mother?" Ian nodded solemnly, unable to form words without erupting into another fit of tears. He shouldn't have let her run. He should've kept a better hold around her waist then to let her take off down the street.

A silence spread throughout the group of young adults, Ian keeping his head in his hands until a voice pulled him from the misery in his mind. "Mr. Harding? You're wife is awake." A young nurse with a clipboard and urgent expression on her face motioned him to follow her. Ian swore he could hear his heart beating against his rib cage and echoing off the white walls of the hospital in anticipation.