A/N: I was pleasantly surprised by how well people took to the Confessions/Complications series and especially to my OC, Jack. So to all the people who encouraged me to keep writing this, thank you! This story is for you. If you messaged me asking me for a specific scene, I will definitely get around to it. You'll know when I do because that chapter will be dedicated to you. That said, if anyone else has something in particular in mind that they want to see, as you now know, I am open to requests so feel free to ask away. I love knowing that people are actually interested in what I'm writing.

If you haven't read Confessions/Complications, I would probably recommend you do so before reading this fic or you are in for a big surprise.

This story is a little different to the two previous stories in this series. There is no plot in this story at all. Instead, it's a series of interconnected vignettes about their lives. They'll range from fluffy right up to explicit, are not in chronological order and may be very short to some that will be several chapters long and have their own internal plots. I'm marking this story as complete seeing as each "interlude" is complete on its own but I will continue to post more of them as time goes on.

And for those of you waiting patiently for an update on Little Wonders, it's in the works. Thanks for your patience with it.

And finally, I've decided each one of these "interludes" will have a song lyric as its title. I'm putting my ridiculously eclectic taste in music on the line here, so there will be electronic cookies/hugs for people who can guess what song each one comes from. Thought we'd start with a nice easy one for this chapter.

Really finally this time, there's a link to a picture of the dress on my livejournal which has the same username. If you're on livejournal, I love friend requests and happily friend back.

Rating for this Interlude: K

Romeo Take Me

The day had been an unmitigated disaster. Mr Murphy it seemed was out to play as everything that could have gone wrong, had gone wrong.
The band had quit at the last minute and the replacements were suitably terrible.
Everyone present agreed that allowing an American company to handle a traditional Taiwanese banquet had been a mistake.
It had even rained.

And yet somehow, the day was perfect.

Buck Riley Junior, dressed in his full dress blues, was strangely calm. Not ten minutes earlier he had been such a nervous wreck he'd barely been able to stand up and his mother had had to practically dress him but now, standing beside the alter he stood straight-backed and proud. Beside him stood one Shane M. Schofield, not dressed in his own dress blues but a simple well-tailored black suit. Someone, the groom's mother he reckoned, had even stuck a rose through his button hole.

"You didn't forget the rings did you?" Buck asked, working out his last few nerves. His eyes never left the door where his bride would soon appear.

"Nope," Shane replied, eyes also forward.

"And you gave them to the ring boy?"

"Was that what I was meant to do with them?" Shane said teasingly, earning him a fleeting but hard glare from Buck. "Yes, of course I gave them to the ring boy."

"One day," Buck growled, "one day it'll be your turn and then you'll realise how terrifying this is."

Shane snorted a laugh.
"I don't think so," he said, "and even if I did get married, I've got a sneaking suspicion I'll be the one stuck down that end."

He inclined his head towards the top of the aisle, where the bride would walk.

Buck spared him another second to throw a quick glance his way, eyes full of laughter.
"It's because you're the short one," he said seriously.

Schofield was about to retort that five foot ten wasn't exactly considered short outside the marine corp but at that moment the music swelled and the doors swung open, revealing Juliet in a breathtaking blow. Shane took a moment to watch Buck's face as she walked down the aisle. Though his expression barely changed – it hardly ever did – apart from a small private smile, he lit up with an inexpressible joy as he focussed his whole being on the woman walking down the aisle, who radiated it right back at him.

Shane decided he could handle being the one stuck at the other end of the aisle if it meant he got to see that look on the face of the person waiting at the other end.

Juliet was, in a word, lovely. Her white silk gown was simply elegant in a way that drew attention to the beauty of the bride, not the dress. The clean flowing lines swept over the curves of her body, including the now noticeable baby bump. At just over five months pregnant, she wasn't yet swollen hugely but the graceful curve was definitely visible. Instead of trying to hide it, she had chosen to celebrate it with the only detail on the dress – a large fabric flower – sitting nestled between her breasts and the growing bump as homage.

She clutched her father's hand as he brought her down the aisle and kissed his cheek with fond, damp eyes when he placed her hand in Buck's.

She giggled lightly, as though not even the rain could dampen her happiness, throughout the service.

She wrapped her arms around Buck's neck and let her whole body lean into his when they shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

She clung to Buck, her arm wrapped around his waist as they walked back down the aisle and laughed a full bodied laugh when she threw the bouquet deliberately to the young and over-excited flower girl, who actually squealed.

She cried when she saw both her own mother and Buck's mother were crying and she danced through the reception as though no one was watching.

And Buck, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

They were dancing a slow, tender dance, holding each other close in the centre of the dance floor when a young woman brazenly walked up to Schofield, concealed, he had thought, quite successfully in a dark corner.

"Isn't it the best man's prerogative to dance with every lady?" She said, shamelessly twirling an olive in her empty martini glass.

Schofield looked the woman up and down. In her short, tight red dress, she oozed confidence and with a sultry face and a figure even Shane could recognise as damn good, she had reason to be. In heels that looked as though they could be a weapon in disguise, she was able to look Schofield evenly in the eyes.

In a rare event, she actually could look him straight in the eyes with no reflective lenses between them.
Shane found the experience strangely uncomfortable, like he was exposed.

Earlier that morning, Mother and Skip had burst into the dedicated men's dressing room and demanded to know exactly what he was planning to do about his eyes.

Schofield had swapped a look with the other groomsmen and was glad to note that they all looked as confused as he felt.

"You can't wear sunglasses to a wedding," Mother said exasperatedly.

Skip held up a thin brown tube and smiled in a way that made Schofield very, very nervous.

The two women had insisted that Schofield's skin tone wasn't that different to Skip's and proceeded to bundle him into the nearest chair and smother his face in things he didn't want to know about. There was a cream that made his scars magically disappear and then some powder that made the cream disappear.

Schofield strongly suspected he was now wearing makeup.

But Mother's glare promised bad things would happen to him if he struggled so he sat patiently whilst they played with his face – or rather, Skip played with his face as though he was a doll she had once owned and Mother supervised – and lo and behold, by the time they were done, he looked like a younger version of himself who had never set foot in Bosnia.

You also couldn't tell he was wearing make-up.
He was pretty glad about that.

If it ever got out that the Scarecrow had worn make-up in public, he didn't think he'd ever live it down.
Actually, he knew his marines would make sure he never lived it down.

Buck chose that moment to come flying into the dressing room in a mild panic but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Schofield.

"What happened to you?" He said incredulously.

Schofield pointed at Skip.
Skip pointed at Mother.
Mother shrugged her shoulders as if to say, it had to be done.

Then the pair of them left and all the men present breathed a sigh of relief.

Which was how Schofield came to be being hit upon by a woman without the protection of his sunglasses.

He was saved the trouble of rebuffing her in a hopefully polite but firm way when a large hand fell across his shoulder and a voice with a thick twanging accent said from behind him, "He's taken."

The woman thankfully, got the picture at once and left with a flirtatious wink and final lewd glance in both their directions. For some reason, since coming out, Schofield had been the recipient of more female attention then he'd ever had in his life and that was after they knew he was gay.
Women, it was safe to say, confused him.
A lot.

Schofield turned to meet the broad smiling face of Captain Jack Taylor. For a long moment, both men just stood in companionable silence together and Shane was pleased. On this day when everything was an honest and open tribute to love, he wanted to spend it with Jack.

They didn't touch though.

Baby steps.

"Do you think about it?" Jack asked after a minute, his arms thick with muscle crossed across his chest.

Schofield looked at him, not comprehending and Jack clarified, "Getting married?"

Shane knew the answer to that question without having to think.
"No," he said shortly.

If Jack was taken aback by the abruptness of the answer, he didn't let on. His face remained impressively neutral other than the slight quirk of his lips he always wore and his posture didn't change at all. His arms rose and fell with his steady breathing as he fixed his eyes on Schofield.

Shane had never in his life contemplated marriage – other than his brief and disastrous flirtation of the idea with Libby – and he had plenty of reasons for it. As a kid growing up he'd been far more preoccupied with not falling for anyone than trying to find someone to spend the rest of his life with. Then he joined the marines and the marines made sure he would never be able to find someone to spend the rest of his life with. Now the whole world seemed to be changing around him and he'd wanted to find his feet before thinking about anything like that. But if the government ever did get their ass into gear and make getting married a possibility for him then he didn't want to have to run away to get married somewhere that wasn't his hometown. So after years of running away from the idea of marriage, it seemed like he was finally waiting for it to catch up to him.

But one day it would catch up and then maybe, just maybe, he would have to think about that answer again.

Schofield looked up to find Jack still looking calmly at him.
"Maybe," he corrected.

Around them the music changed as a male voice began to croon about the beauty of his lady.

"Want to dance?" Jack asked in his quiet, even voice.

Shane grinned.
"I'm not sure this is quite the song for us."

Jack laughed at him, grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor.
Other than an attractive lady in a red dress nursing a martini, nobody else seemed to notice them particularly amongst the throng of dancing couples. It was refreshing.

"Why do I feel like I'm earning gay pride brownie points?" Jack muttered, pulling Schofield that little bit closer against him.

Shane laughed and had to look up just a little to meet Jack's eyes – a much brighter blue than his own deep ones.
"We both are," he said.

A/N: This one was originally titled "This Way Became My Journey" from the song 'Book of Days' by Enya which personally, is the song I want to walk down the aisle to but I thought it was a little obscure so I changed it.