(A/N) Here's some non-Harry Potter FF. I'm not sure if this is even a ship that exists, but I ship it, so there. Hopefully I don't get too many flames for this pairing.

Happy Reading!

Suzy Turquoise Blue was not someone who got flustered. Those were the Denizens, always flitting about their various duties and filing their papers. Suzy was a carefree sorta girl, one who didn't care about inky fingers or whether her top hat matched her shoes, or other such nonsense. So what was it that had Suzy Blue so anxious?

Her own wedding.

A lot of people, including Suzy's best friend Leaf, thought that she would marry Art, the New Architect. Art, however, wasn't quite the person Suzy wanted. She'd had her eyes on someone else long before Arthur had wrested all the keys.

Leaf, a mortal, came around to the House with Arthur, Art's younger brother in all respects. Suzy, or Lady Sunday now, had become great friends with the girl and they shared many a biscuit together in the Gardens.

At the present time, Suzy was sitting on the rail of her favorite gazebo, trying to calm herself down before the night fell, which was when her wedding was going to take place. It was early morning now, and Suzy, being Lady Sunday, could change the time of day, but she thought that that was unfair to everyone who had come to see her get married. And it was also unfair to the person she was marrying.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her head in her hands and sighed.

"Mourning your marriage already?"

Suzy looked up. Giac stood near the edge of the gazebo, smiling at her teasingly. Oh, for the days of the clueless Giac who couldn't read her perfectly.

"No," she shook her head, sliding down from the rail. "I'm just worrying."

"About what?" Giac walked over, resting his elbows on the rail beside her. "It's not as if Lord Sunday will rise from Nothing and crash the wedding. At least, I hope not."

Suzy laughed lightly at Giac's attempted humor. After Art had restored the House to all its former glory, he had recreated Doctor Scammandros, Fred, Sunscorch, and of course, Giac. Suzy had been worried that when Art remade him, Giac wouldn't be the same, but while he was significantly less dismal and clueless, he was still the same person.

"I guess I'm afraid o' growing up," she admitted, sighing again.

Giac turned around to lean against the rail.

"Aren't you six hundred years old?" he joked. "You've already grown up. Suzy, getting older isn't going to change you drastically, if that's what you're worried about. Maybe it's just because I'm a denizen, and we never change, but I can't see you as anything but what you are."

Suzy looked up at him curiously. Sometimes Giac would say things like that, very philisophical.

"I mean," he looked away, returning to his usual, nervous self. "I don't want you to change."

Suzy smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Good," she said. "Cuz I don't plan on changing anytime soon."

She closed her eyes, feeling Giac wrap his arms around her. Maybe marrying him wasn't quite so scary.

After all, who could tolerate her recklessness like Giac?

(A/N) I haven't read the books in a while, so the characters might be a bit OOC. Don't hate me.