Disclaimer: I don't own The O.C.
This is just a little Trey/Marissa fic I wrote after watching "The Rager." It's also largely R/M, but Ryan doesn't actually appear in the fic, so…
I am trying on my wedding dress. I am trying on my wedding dress, because I am getting married. God, I love to say those words. Considering the marriage my parents had and pretty much every other married couple in Newport, I should probably be dreading such a thing. But I'm not. I can't. I get to marry Ryan Atwood. The man of my dreams. So, even though it's almost 2 AM on the day of my wedding I had to get up, sneak into the 4th guest bedroom/extra closet to put on my dress again. I just have to look at it again. It really is stunning. The perfect dress for the perfect fairytale. And I could look at it fully if I could only get the goddamn clasp in the back.
"Need a little help?"
I can't help but smile. I turn to see Trey casually leaned against the doorframe. Trey's the kind of sweet-underneath kind of guy that you can't help but love once you get past the rough exterior.
"I'd really appreciate it, but I'd also like to know what you're doing up. Your flight was hell I can't believe you're not dead to the world."
He chuckles a little and makes a small twirling gesture with his fingers for me to turn around.
"Couldn't sleep." He says with a shrug.
I see him approach in the mirror in front of me. "Yeah, well that's to my advantage, so I can see this dress in all its glory." I smile at him in the mirror and watch as he tries to subtly look away from me and towards the clasps he's fumbling with a little bit.
"Hey, Marissa?" His voice is solid, but there's something in it that sounds like if anyone else said it, it would have sounded shaky.
"Yeah, Trey?"
"You know don't you?" He's not looking at me at all and has his gaze firmly focused on the clasps he's holding.
I almost say 'Know what?', but it would have been patronizing and he doesn't deserve anything like that, especially not from me. Of course I knew. I knew when he looked at me across tables for family gatherings. I knew when he stood up for me when I was wrong. I knew when he lost his train of thought when Ryan put his arm around my shoulder. And I especially knew from the sound on the telephone when Ryan and I told him we were engaged. So, all I could say to him was,
"Yeah." My throat catches a little. "Yeah, Trey, I know."
He finally hooks the clasp that has been such a difficulty and looks at my reflection in the mirror.
He breathes in deeply and sighs. "Ok, I just wanted to make sure. Maybe now I can get some sleep." He pushes his hand through his hair and turns my shoulders so I'm staring straight at him. "You look beautiful, Marissa." He kisses me on the cheek and after locking my eyes for a second, he turns and walks away. Not the dejected guy who lost the girl, but the knight in shining armor whose damsel in distress had already been rescued.