DISCLAIMER: X23 Maximoff and Wandathetiger do not own X-Men Evolution.

I wish I had shaken his hand when I had met him. A simple "Nice to meet you, John. I'm Wanda." That would have made it all business and I wouldn't be standing here, on my wedding day, having this conversation with myself while the wrong man stood at the altar. I would have been able to simply walk down the isle and not give a rip about St. John Allerdyce and his pyromaniacism and his passionate blue eyes and those tender, soft lips...

Wait. I did not just say that. Think that. Whatever.

Ugh. This would have never have happened if I had just made it all business! He would have just been another one of my father's lackies and I would never have had to complicate my life like this! I could just marry the right person who is waiting for me right now at the altar.

But he isn't the right person. This whole thing would have been easier if he hadn't had kissed me last week. But it's not his fault. After all, I didn't stop him from kissing me. He didn't tell me to kiss back. He didn't tell me to grow closer than close to him and he didn't tell me to fall in love with him.

Hold up a minute. Did I just think what I think I thought?

I did.

As X23 is pushing me out of the room with slight annoyance that I'm slow and slight annoyance that I'm marrying this man, I realise something.

I realise, as I take my brother's arm and he asks me one more time if I really want to do this, that I do not love the normal man waiting for me.

I love St. John Allerdyce.

There, I said it. Thought it. WHATEVER!

But it feels good. It feels...right.

I love John.

I'm now at the altar preparing myself for what I'm about to do. I really hate to break his heart, but best to do it sooner than later, right?

Right?

Of course right! I would rather a guy tell me before we're married that he can't be with me. After...well, that would just be a waste. Plus I hear that divorces can be pretty dang messy.

So, as the preacher goes through the whole "have and to hold, in sickness and in health" speech, I prepare myself for the two words I'm about to utter. I wait for the significant pause, and then take a deep breath.

"I can't."

Silence.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I...I can't marry you."

Appalled gasps and general uproar.

"I'm so sorry. I do hope you can find someone for you, and I'm really sorry about putting you through this." I tell him.

"It...It's ok." he says. "I guess I always felt that little bit of space between us...I guess I just didn't want to admit it. I hope you end up happy, Wanda." he smiles with true sincerety. I can tell he's upset, but he's being a trooper.

"You too." I tell him, giving him a last peck on the cheek as a good bye before running out of the church, leaving the uproar and chaos for someone else to deal with. I'm so focused on running out that I almost run into someone.

The very same someone my thoughts had been focused on the entire morning.

"Wanda! Are you alright?" he asks.

"Just perfect." I say as I bring his face to mine and kiss him.