First up on my list of wedding fics comes my girl Fighter. Hope you enjoy it, even though it's not Spot!
Disclaimer: What do you people wants from me??? *looks around timidly* Eh, heh heh, never mind...don't own anything...duh...
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Randy "Fighter" Peterson stared out the window of her small room as she thought. She had been doing a lot of that, seeing as how her wedding was, in fact, tomorrow! Right now, she was remembering how she and David Jacobs first met. She could barely even recall their first acquaintance; only the fact that when her best friend Jack Kelly had introduced them, she thought he was the most effeminate man she had ever met. Well, not exactly effeminate, more like…a wimp. Yeah, a wimp, a wus, a sissy. Compared to herself at least! Randy chuckled as she mused about how such a fearless, aggressive, cocky tom-boy and a sweet, respectful, and seemingly wimpy boy could be drawn together. But Fighter had realized early on that there was much more to David than met the eye. She recalled first noticing it during the strike. The way he stood right alongside the leader of Manhattan and took such a decisive stand against the top-dogs and big-wigs of New York. But it wasn't this that finally won her over. For Fighter's sixteenth birthday, Dave had bought her a present. A very simple gesture, really. It hadn't been much, simply a cheap locket in a wooden box. But it meant more to Fighter than anyone could have ever imagined. No one had ever remembered her birthday before, mostly because they had never cared to know it. They knew that if they asked, they would be lucky to escape without a black eye. But somehow, Davey found out. And he cared enough to blow a whole buck on this girl who would barely give him the time of day. Randy giggled as she remembered the meek, sweet, nervous look on his blushing face as he handed her the box and simply said, "Happy Birthday, Fighter. I-I hope you like it." She clutched the small locket still hanging around her neck, which now contained a small photo of her and her love.
The waning purplish light coming through the window told Randy that it was time to get to bed. Needless to say, she had a big day ahead of her tomorrow.
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Randy woke up to a chorus of butterflies flitting about in her stomach, reminding her that it was the morning of the most important day of her life. She stretched and dragged herself out of bed, examined herself in the small mirror over her dresser, and headed to the bathroom to shower. She towel-dried and began to dry out her shoulder-length blonde hair when she heard a knock at her door.
"Come on in, Duchess," she called to her maid of honor, who bustled in excitedly.
"Come on, girl, we'se gotta get you ready! It's your big day today!" Duchess' grin was broad as she looked at her beaming best friend. "So where's da dress, huh?"
Fighter rolled her eyes at the thought of donning a dress, even for this occasion. Normally, she couldn't be paid to wear one. However, she reasoned that, for her wedding day, she could degrade herself. It would be her first time ever wearing a dress, and she was almost excited. "It's in me closet."
Duchess skipped over to the closet and giddily found the beautiful white dress, bringing it back to Fighter. "'Ere ya go, Hon! I can't wait to see ya in it!"
Fighter shook her head as she did her hair in a simple French twist. "Jus 'elp me wit me makeup, awight?"
Duchess giggled and did as asked.
~~~
David Jacobs took a deep breath. The constant nagging of his sister and mother was becoming, although usually appreciated, quite annoying on this, his wedding day. He rubbed his temples calmingly. "Sarah, please, you're running around like a chicken with your head cut off!"
Sarah threw down the cumberbund and huffed at her brother. "Well, someone has to! I mean, someone's gotta make sure you look decent for your own wedding!"
"Ma!"
"She's right, David, please just let her help!" Esther was busy finishing up with the cake.
Sarah practically tackled her brother and went at his head with a comb. "Now we have to do something with this hair…"
Mayer, who had been sitting back in his chair and watching the events of the morning with a somewhat detached interest, chuckled and stood to his feet, walking over to his daughter. "Sarah, I know your brother appreciates all your help," Mayer began, trying not to laugh at the imploring gaze his son gave him, "but I think he's perfectly capable of getting himself ready today, alright?"
Sarah sighed and calmly put down the comb. "Fine! Alright, let 'im look like a bum!" She stormed off to go help her mother in the kitchen.
Mayer gave his distressed son a pat on the back. "David, this is going to be a wonderful day! Don't let anyone stress you out. You've got nothin to be nervous about. Randy's a wonderful girl, and you both already know you have my blessing."
David took his father's hand and looked at him gratefully. "Thanks, Dad. I know, but I just can't help having those pre-wedding jitters, you know?"
"Yes, I do, son. I'd be worried if ya wasn't feelin a bit nervous. But jus don't let it get the better of you, okay?"
David nodded and smiled, picking up the comb and trying to do something with his hair.
~~~
Randy took a deep breath as she examined her reflection in the mirror. "Well, Duchess, how do I look?"
"Positively gorgeous!" The two girls had already arrived at the church and were busy with a few last-minute preparations. So far, everything seemed to be going smoothly. The wedding was small and simple, so the preparations weren't too much trouble. The reception was to be held at Irving Hall, and David's mother and sister were taking care or the flowers and other decorations, so all Fighter had to worry about was getting herself ready -- and making herself feel comfortable in a dress. It actually wasn't as bad as she had always imagined it to be. She swished the large, puffy skirt around her legs with a somewhat dreamy look in her eyes as she began to get lost in thought.
"Hey, Fightah. Fightah! Hey, snap out of it!"
Fighter jerked as she was woken from her reverie by Duchess' voice. "Huh? Oh sorry, yeah."
"Ya startin ta get noivous?"
"Nah," Randy scoffed. "You know I don't nevah get noivous." However, she couldn't shake the jitters and butterflies. She thought was doing a good job in concealing this unwanted emotion, but Duchess could always see right through her.
"Oh, of course ya are!" Duchess pulled her friend into a hug. "But it's okay, ain't nuttin to be ashamed of! Everyone gets noivous on dey're weddin day, it's jus how it is!"
Fighter sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, get offa me!" She smiled jokingly as she took a deep breath. "Well, I guess dis is it, huh?" A feeling of immense joy fixed with anxiety welled up in her as she considered this. "I'se getting married!"
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David opened his eyes with a smile. His mother and sister had gone on ahead to prepare the chapel for the wedding, and he had had a moment to relax and be alone with his thoughts. He loved Fighter so much, and most of his fears of marriage had been allayed. She was so different from other girls. He usually didn't go for girls of her type. He had originally thought he would marry someone like his sister: a calm, sweet, docile, homemaker type. But there was just something about Fighter, something so irresistible. He loved the air of mystery about her. He had seen through her rough shell right away and knew that she was a girl he would fall in love with. Turns out he had been right.
"David?" his father called from the other room. "It's about time to get goin."
"Alright, I'm comin."
Mayer greeted his son with a hug. "How ya doin? Ya ready?"
David grinned and clapped his father on the back. "You bet!"
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"Oh, Randy, you look absolutely gorgeous!" Sarah ran up to Fighter and embraced her.
Fighter put on her best fake smile. "Heya Sarah. Hello Mrs. Jacobs."
Esther lay a hand on her future daughter-in-law's shoulder and squeezed it gently. She smiled warmly. "We're so happy for you two!"
Fighter smiled kindly upon this woman who had become almost a surrogate mother to her over the past five years or so. She pulled Esther into a comforting hug. Esther had accepted her from day one. Randy was almost as in love with her as she was with her son. Esther Jacobs had had become a roll model in many ways to the young girl. It had been somewhat the same with Mayer. She looked up to him just as she would have her own father, had he not died before she had hardly gotten a chance to know him. This was her family now, Randy realized. And today, she was officially becoming one of them. Her heart warmed at the thought of truly having a family for the first time in her life. Randy was shaken back into reality by Sarah shooing her into a back room as the organ began to play softly.
The church was small and quaint, yet elegantly, almost elaborately, decorated, thanks to the tireless care that Esther had put into it. The family, including Fighter herself, had been saving for awhile to see to it that the couple had the best wedding possible. As the few guests began to quietly filter in through the large wooden doors of the tiny church house, they were greeted not only by several ushers, but also by a nearly overpowering floral aroma.
Fighter watched from backstage as the guys walked in, some of them with a girl in tow. These guys that had become her family. She had known no other, had no deeper concept of family than these ragged newsboys. But today, all that would change.
~~~
David, however, having had the idea of "family" instilled in him from a very early age, saw the boys as more of an addition, brothers of sorts. Since going back to school shortly after the strike, David was sure to keep in close contact with his friends. He visited the lodging house often, and never hesitated to buy a paper from any newsboy he saw on the street.
~~~
Fighter took a deep breath, contemplating the events that were about to play out. She knew she wanted to do it, she was certainly ready, but it seemed too good to be true. What had David, a refined, intelligent, sweet gentleman, seen in this loud, brash, defiant tomboy…?
~~~
As David heard his cue and began to walk down the aisle, he felt as if he were the luckiest guy in the world. Why had this beautiful, strong, assertive young woman, chosen him, this small, meek, quiet boy…?
~~~
Fighter watched her handsome groom, waiting for her turn. She felt more nervous, expectant, ecstatic, euphoric, than she had ever felt before. When it was time, she stepped out of the room, took Mayer's arm, and let him lead her down the aisle.
~~~
David's breath caught in his throat as he took in the visage of his gleaming bride. A new addition to his loving family, yet in so many ways a breach from them. As he watched a lone tear trickle down his father's smiling face, he realized that he was starting his own family. They would be moving out soon, beginning their new life.
Randy felt an intense surge of love for this family she would be joining, She grinned up at Mayer, then back to David. She was on the threshold of a new life. There was no turning back now.
David turned to face the preacher as Fighter joined his side. His mind raced with mixed emotions, but the presiding was love. He barely heard the words of the preacher, or chose to block them out. The words from Genesis resounded in his brain: "For this cause shall a man leave his father and his mother…"
"…and shall cleave to his wife, and the two shall be one flesh." Fighter didn't know what the future held, but she couldn't wait to pursue it with David. But one thought (Not good enough…) kept niggling at the back of her brain…
David smiled down at his bride for reassurance, and listened for the fateful words of the preacher, his mind still racing. New life… "I do."
Family, I'll finally have a family. "I do."
She's my family now. I love her, and so does my (old) family…
Why does he love me? What does he see?
I can't wait to start our new life…
I love him. He makes me good enough.
"You may kiss the bride." With these words, all thoughts ceased, all doubts eradicated. With the joining of their lips came the meshing of their souls, and they both knew that it was good.
Disclaimer: What do you people wants from me??? *looks around timidly* Eh, heh heh, never mind...don't own anything...duh...
~*~
Randy "Fighter" Peterson stared out the window of her small room as she thought. She had been doing a lot of that, seeing as how her wedding was, in fact, tomorrow! Right now, she was remembering how she and David Jacobs first met. She could barely even recall their first acquaintance; only the fact that when her best friend Jack Kelly had introduced them, she thought he was the most effeminate man she had ever met. Well, not exactly effeminate, more like…a wimp. Yeah, a wimp, a wus, a sissy. Compared to herself at least! Randy chuckled as she mused about how such a fearless, aggressive, cocky tom-boy and a sweet, respectful, and seemingly wimpy boy could be drawn together. But Fighter had realized early on that there was much more to David than met the eye. She recalled first noticing it during the strike. The way he stood right alongside the leader of Manhattan and took such a decisive stand against the top-dogs and big-wigs of New York. But it wasn't this that finally won her over. For Fighter's sixteenth birthday, Dave had bought her a present. A very simple gesture, really. It hadn't been much, simply a cheap locket in a wooden box. But it meant more to Fighter than anyone could have ever imagined. No one had ever remembered her birthday before, mostly because they had never cared to know it. They knew that if they asked, they would be lucky to escape without a black eye. But somehow, Davey found out. And he cared enough to blow a whole buck on this girl who would barely give him the time of day. Randy giggled as she remembered the meek, sweet, nervous look on his blushing face as he handed her the box and simply said, "Happy Birthday, Fighter. I-I hope you like it." She clutched the small locket still hanging around her neck, which now contained a small photo of her and her love.
The waning purplish light coming through the window told Randy that it was time to get to bed. Needless to say, she had a big day ahead of her tomorrow.
---
Randy woke up to a chorus of butterflies flitting about in her stomach, reminding her that it was the morning of the most important day of her life. She stretched and dragged herself out of bed, examined herself in the small mirror over her dresser, and headed to the bathroom to shower. She towel-dried and began to dry out her shoulder-length blonde hair when she heard a knock at her door.
"Come on in, Duchess," she called to her maid of honor, who bustled in excitedly.
"Come on, girl, we'se gotta get you ready! It's your big day today!" Duchess' grin was broad as she looked at her beaming best friend. "So where's da dress, huh?"
Fighter rolled her eyes at the thought of donning a dress, even for this occasion. Normally, she couldn't be paid to wear one. However, she reasoned that, for her wedding day, she could degrade herself. It would be her first time ever wearing a dress, and she was almost excited. "It's in me closet."
Duchess skipped over to the closet and giddily found the beautiful white dress, bringing it back to Fighter. "'Ere ya go, Hon! I can't wait to see ya in it!"
Fighter shook her head as she did her hair in a simple French twist. "Jus 'elp me wit me makeup, awight?"
Duchess giggled and did as asked.
~~~
David Jacobs took a deep breath. The constant nagging of his sister and mother was becoming, although usually appreciated, quite annoying on this, his wedding day. He rubbed his temples calmingly. "Sarah, please, you're running around like a chicken with your head cut off!"
Sarah threw down the cumberbund and huffed at her brother. "Well, someone has to! I mean, someone's gotta make sure you look decent for your own wedding!"
"Ma!"
"She's right, David, please just let her help!" Esther was busy finishing up with the cake.
Sarah practically tackled her brother and went at his head with a comb. "Now we have to do something with this hair…"
Mayer, who had been sitting back in his chair and watching the events of the morning with a somewhat detached interest, chuckled and stood to his feet, walking over to his daughter. "Sarah, I know your brother appreciates all your help," Mayer began, trying not to laugh at the imploring gaze his son gave him, "but I think he's perfectly capable of getting himself ready today, alright?"
Sarah sighed and calmly put down the comb. "Fine! Alright, let 'im look like a bum!" She stormed off to go help her mother in the kitchen.
Mayer gave his distressed son a pat on the back. "David, this is going to be a wonderful day! Don't let anyone stress you out. You've got nothin to be nervous about. Randy's a wonderful girl, and you both already know you have my blessing."
David took his father's hand and looked at him gratefully. "Thanks, Dad. I know, but I just can't help having those pre-wedding jitters, you know?"
"Yes, I do, son. I'd be worried if ya wasn't feelin a bit nervous. But jus don't let it get the better of you, okay?"
David nodded and smiled, picking up the comb and trying to do something with his hair.
~~~
Randy took a deep breath as she examined her reflection in the mirror. "Well, Duchess, how do I look?"
"Positively gorgeous!" The two girls had already arrived at the church and were busy with a few last-minute preparations. So far, everything seemed to be going smoothly. The wedding was small and simple, so the preparations weren't too much trouble. The reception was to be held at Irving Hall, and David's mother and sister were taking care or the flowers and other decorations, so all Fighter had to worry about was getting herself ready -- and making herself feel comfortable in a dress. It actually wasn't as bad as she had always imagined it to be. She swished the large, puffy skirt around her legs with a somewhat dreamy look in her eyes as she began to get lost in thought.
"Hey, Fightah. Fightah! Hey, snap out of it!"
Fighter jerked as she was woken from her reverie by Duchess' voice. "Huh? Oh sorry, yeah."
"Ya startin ta get noivous?"
"Nah," Randy scoffed. "You know I don't nevah get noivous." However, she couldn't shake the jitters and butterflies. She thought was doing a good job in concealing this unwanted emotion, but Duchess could always see right through her.
"Oh, of course ya are!" Duchess pulled her friend into a hug. "But it's okay, ain't nuttin to be ashamed of! Everyone gets noivous on dey're weddin day, it's jus how it is!"
Fighter sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, get offa me!" She smiled jokingly as she took a deep breath. "Well, I guess dis is it, huh?" A feeling of immense joy fixed with anxiety welled up in her as she considered this. "I'se getting married!"
---
David opened his eyes with a smile. His mother and sister had gone on ahead to prepare the chapel for the wedding, and he had had a moment to relax and be alone with his thoughts. He loved Fighter so much, and most of his fears of marriage had been allayed. She was so different from other girls. He usually didn't go for girls of her type. He had originally thought he would marry someone like his sister: a calm, sweet, docile, homemaker type. But there was just something about Fighter, something so irresistible. He loved the air of mystery about her. He had seen through her rough shell right away and knew that she was a girl he would fall in love with. Turns out he had been right.
"David?" his father called from the other room. "It's about time to get goin."
"Alright, I'm comin."
Mayer greeted his son with a hug. "How ya doin? Ya ready?"
David grinned and clapped his father on the back. "You bet!"
---
"Oh, Randy, you look absolutely gorgeous!" Sarah ran up to Fighter and embraced her.
Fighter put on her best fake smile. "Heya Sarah. Hello Mrs. Jacobs."
Esther lay a hand on her future daughter-in-law's shoulder and squeezed it gently. She smiled warmly. "We're so happy for you two!"
Fighter smiled kindly upon this woman who had become almost a surrogate mother to her over the past five years or so. She pulled Esther into a comforting hug. Esther had accepted her from day one. Randy was almost as in love with her as she was with her son. Esther Jacobs had had become a roll model in many ways to the young girl. It had been somewhat the same with Mayer. She looked up to him just as she would have her own father, had he not died before she had hardly gotten a chance to know him. This was her family now, Randy realized. And today, she was officially becoming one of them. Her heart warmed at the thought of truly having a family for the first time in her life. Randy was shaken back into reality by Sarah shooing her into a back room as the organ began to play softly.
The church was small and quaint, yet elegantly, almost elaborately, decorated, thanks to the tireless care that Esther had put into it. The family, including Fighter herself, had been saving for awhile to see to it that the couple had the best wedding possible. As the few guests began to quietly filter in through the large wooden doors of the tiny church house, they were greeted not only by several ushers, but also by a nearly overpowering floral aroma.
Fighter watched from backstage as the guys walked in, some of them with a girl in tow. These guys that had become her family. She had known no other, had no deeper concept of family than these ragged newsboys. But today, all that would change.
~~~
David, however, having had the idea of "family" instilled in him from a very early age, saw the boys as more of an addition, brothers of sorts. Since going back to school shortly after the strike, David was sure to keep in close contact with his friends. He visited the lodging house often, and never hesitated to buy a paper from any newsboy he saw on the street.
~~~
Fighter took a deep breath, contemplating the events that were about to play out. She knew she wanted to do it, she was certainly ready, but it seemed too good to be true. What had David, a refined, intelligent, sweet gentleman, seen in this loud, brash, defiant tomboy…?
~~~
As David heard his cue and began to walk down the aisle, he felt as if he were the luckiest guy in the world. Why had this beautiful, strong, assertive young woman, chosen him, this small, meek, quiet boy…?
~~~
Fighter watched her handsome groom, waiting for her turn. She felt more nervous, expectant, ecstatic, euphoric, than she had ever felt before. When it was time, she stepped out of the room, took Mayer's arm, and let him lead her down the aisle.
~~~
David's breath caught in his throat as he took in the visage of his gleaming bride. A new addition to his loving family, yet in so many ways a breach from them. As he watched a lone tear trickle down his father's smiling face, he realized that he was starting his own family. They would be moving out soon, beginning their new life.
Randy felt an intense surge of love for this family she would be joining, She grinned up at Mayer, then back to David. She was on the threshold of a new life. There was no turning back now.
David turned to face the preacher as Fighter joined his side. His mind raced with mixed emotions, but the presiding was love. He barely heard the words of the preacher, or chose to block them out. The words from Genesis resounded in his brain: "For this cause shall a man leave his father and his mother…"
"…and shall cleave to his wife, and the two shall be one flesh." Fighter didn't know what the future held, but she couldn't wait to pursue it with David. But one thought (Not good enough…) kept niggling at the back of her brain…
David smiled down at his bride for reassurance, and listened for the fateful words of the preacher, his mind still racing. New life… "I do."
Family, I'll finally have a family. "I do."
She's my family now. I love her, and so does my (old) family…
Why does he love me? What does he see?
I can't wait to start our new life…
I love him. He makes me good enough.
"You may kiss the bride." With these words, all thoughts ceased, all doubts eradicated. With the joining of their lips came the meshing of their souls, and they both knew that it was good.