Lavender and Pine
He smelled like...Derek.
Which seemed all right and fitting, considering it was Derek.
He held her. He held her and she drifted in and out of sleep, silent tears streaking down her cheeks when she wasn't sleeping in his arms. She had sobbed for the first hour or so, and all he had said was, "I know." He didn't know, but somehow his voice made everything better.
She opened her eyes lazily, hoping that it wasn't morning yet, hoping for just another hour in his arms, hoping that neither of them had to move. Pine and cigar and operating room wafted past her nose. Tears streaked out of her eyes again and she heaved a great sigh.
To her surprise, he woke up. He'd been asleep, and now more tears were coming down her cheeks, feeling guilty for waking him up, for everything, for what she had said all along. But his strong arms just wrapped around her body more tightly, hugging her closer to him, and he just murmured pretty words into her ears. She didn't really want to hear the pretty words.
She just wanted to know what to do. That was all she wanted.
But she was sort of being distracted by pine.
Somehow, she didn't mind.
He woke up to her sobs. He had stopped wondering why or how they had ended up in the back of the church at midnight. But he was with her, and he didn't know how long it would last. So he breathed in her hair.
Lavender, she had told him, but there was something else there. Lavender and cinnamon.
He whispered, "It's all right," in her hair, even though it wasn't.
He whispered, "I know," into her ear, even though he had no idea.
He whispered, "I love you," into her shoulder, and he knew he did.
Her head fell limply against his shoulder, and she was breathing so hard. And he knew that crying was almost a disease; that she couldn't stop crying as much as she might want to. And then he realized that he needed to cry.
One tear fell on her hair and she tilted her head upwards and stared into his blue eyes and then there was no going back.
"Pine," she whispered, still looking into his eyes, still leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Lavender," he whispered, looking down at her, locked into her eyes.
A/N: What happened after the not-so-much wedding – a oneshot, and not particularly what I believe happened.