Wedding Bells a-ringing
A/N: - Well, I have to say, I expected to update this a long time before now, but for some reason, I never got round to doing it. One of my friends mentioned to me that I hadn't updated this in ages (I can't believe I forgot about it!) so I decided to write the next part. Here we have, the wedding? Or do we? You'll have to read on to find out, won't you?
I decided to make this a two-or-three-shot, rather than a one-shotGives a bit more suspense, I think. Anyway, let me know what you think, R&R, s'ilvousplaît
Disclaimer:- I do not own Bones, Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, or any of the other characters. Nor do I own the wedding march, or any of the wedding terms. I don't know where I'd be if I did, but it wouldn't be here, that's for certain.)
"What have I got myself into?" Temperance Brennan exclaimed, glancing over at her best friend, Angela, who was getting dressed into her magenta bridesmaid dress.
"Bren, sweetie. You're marrying the man of your dreams! Don't tell me you're regretting it before it even happens!" She sighed, and smoothed down her dress. Typical Temperance Brennan.
"I'm not regretting it. Maybe we're just... I don't know, moving too quickly?"
"Temperance Brennan. Moving too quickly? Give me strength. Three Years! That's how long it took you two to get your backsides into gear and get together. Three years of torment. Well, on my behalf, anyway. You've been together for over a year now."
"One year, 2 months and 12 days." Brennan broke in immediately.
"I rest my case. You're even counting!" Angela shook her head, and moved towards the closet where Temperance's wedding dress was being kept. She started to take it out of the protective lining, and gasped. "It looks even more beautiful today than it did when we saw it in the shop! I didn't realise you had asked for so many sequins on it."
Temperance frowned, and moved towards her friend. She glanced at the dress, and stepped back in alarm.
"That... That's not my dress!!"
"What do you mean, that's not your dress? Sure it is. It's the one we picked from the shop; French Kiss, right? On 5th Avenue..." She could tell that Brennan wasn't buying it, and she inspected the dress more closely. Her eyes widened, and she covered it back up quickly.
"I told you so!" Temperance insisted.
The dress was definitely not hers. How did she know? Simple. It was at least ten sizes bigger than the dress she had bought only a month before. She had had it kept at the store, and delivered to Angela's apartment that morning. She hadn't expected there to be a problem; and now she paced her biggest ever dilemma. She had nothing to get married to. Angela moaned, and ran to the living room, grabbing the cordless phone, before dialling the number of the store where they had purchased the dress.
"Hello. Is this French Kiss? Yes? Good." She paused, listening into the phone. "Yes, I have a problem. My friend's getting married today, and we had her wedding dress delivered to the house this morning. Only... it's not her dress."
She listened carefully to the woman on the other end of the line, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, we're fairly certain that it isn't her dress. Since when has a size eight woman been able to fit a size eighteen dress?"
"Yes, I do realise that it's half past eight, and that the shop isn't even open yet." Angela said, moments later. She paused again, cursing into the receiver. "What do you mean, what do I expect you to do about this? YOU'D BETTER FLAMING WELL FIX THIS MESS. MY FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED IN TWO HOURS TIME, AND SHE DOESN'T HAVE A DRESS TO GET MARRIED IN." At hearing this, Temperance burst into tears. Angela shot a sympathetic look at her and mouthed don't worry, sweetie. I'll sort this out.
"Yes, I do know who I'm speaking to. And I don't care if you're the most famous wedding dress designer in the world, or whether you're the queen of Sheba, I want this sorted out, right NOW." She listened intently, and her eyes lit up. "Madame, do you read much?" She smiled at the designers response, which Brennan assumed was something like what does that have to do with anything?
"Really? You do? Who are your favourite authors?" Suddenly Temperance understood. Why, Angela, you sly, sly woman...You are a genius!
"Oh, no reason. Well, what would you say if I told you that your company's stupid mistake is stopping your favourite author from getting married...? Really? That would be wonderful... Yes, I'll wait." She covered the mouthpiece with her hand, before muttering to Temperance. "Tempe. They're going to get the dress, and they're gonna bring it here in the next ten minutes." She removed her hand, and listened as the woman began speaking once more.
"You're joking! Okay... We'll be right there..." She hung up the phone, and placed it back on its hook.
"Houston, we have yet another problem."
(A/N:- Well, what do you think? Should I continue, or should I hang my head in shame and give up writing for the rest of my life? I was thinking about this long and hard this morning, and I knew that I couldn't just let her get married. Something had to go wrong. All the BB weddings I've ever read about just have her regretting it, and then everything's okay (not that that's a bad thing of course, I absolutely love these fics, don't get me wrong), but I wanted to do something slightly different. Not everything at a wedding is perfect after all. Well, it was either this, or Cam slept with Booth the night before. Thought that might change your opinion on it! Just kidding, though. I hate Booth/ Cam. It makes me sick. Anyway, enough of my pet hates. What do I have to do to make you review? Please tell me whether you loved, liked, hated, or absolutely detested it, because I'd really appreciate it. Of course, please be constructive. Anyway, R&R, please. Cookies for everyone that does. – holbonesfan)