"Would someone go get his girlfriend?"

15 minutes. In fifteen minutes, Sedgewick and Ellen were going to be married. And the best man was currently in the dressing room, only half dressed and refusing to finish getting ready, claiming, for the first time in over two years, that he was too scared to finish.

George was beginning to think he was the only one who was worried about Elliot holding up the ceremony, so quickly after asking the question, he went to fetch Bernadette himself.

The clicking of high heels on the hardwood floors drew closer, and suddenly the redhead emerged into the formerly male exclusive room. Beelining to her boyfriend, Bernadette sighed softly, "Come on, let's get you ready."

"I can't." he whispered, hoping that only his girlfriend would hear. "I'm going to mess up. I can't do this. He should've asked George to do this. I'm going to ruin what's supposed to be the best moment of their lives."

"Shh shh shh baby shh…." Bernadette attempted to sooth, taking his hands in her own as she rubbed her thumbs around his palms in a circular motion "All of the hard parts are done already. All you have to do is stand there and watch, then escort the maid of honor out."

The palm trick seemed to be working, as some of the other groomsmen already noticed how much more visibly calm he was then only moments before. "You promise?" he asked quietly.

"Mmhmm." She nodded, dropping his hands to instead properly tie his tie. "And then after that there's the reception. You get to eat and dance and have a great time…" she continued, buttoning up his tuxedo's jacket. "Everything's going to be okay, I promise."

"Thanks." He smiled. Immediately, he had leaned down to kiss her forehead, but something stopped him. Her hair was different. Glancing her up and down, he realized everything was different. Her hair was in a very stylish wavy ponytail, her makeup theatrical, and her dress. Navy blue lace at the top and an open back, with the solid shiny material ending just before her knee and hugging everything perfectly. Suddenly, Elliot felt his heartbeat accelerate again, this time, for an entirely different reason.

Apparently, Bernadette could sense this. Not that Elliot was surprised. "Schnookums, is everything okay?" she asked, emerald eyes peering up at him through eyelashes that were fuller, longer, and darker than usual.

Swallowing, he smiled, "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. It's just…you look good, Babykins, like, really good. Like…like mind numbingly stunning, good."

She blushed, and Elliot thought it was impossible for her to look any better. "Thanks, Elliot. I mean, look who's talking!" she giggled a little, before telling him "You're absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous."

George soon turned, patting Elliot on the shoulder. "You good to go now?"

The younger man took a deep, shaky breath. He looked at Bernadette, who was nodding encouragingly. Smiling, he turned to George. "Yeah, I'm good to go."