As I had a bit of spare time I thought I'd finally finished this. This is for hi-everyone-this-is-anna who I talked to about this story and specifically this scene. Hope you like it.

So today was the day. The big day. The day the entire country was waiting for. And it was going to be ruined all because of them. Ok they hadn't meant to do it but still it was their fault. They were going to end up in jail. Again!

It had started well. Everything had gone to plan. The church was decorated. The people were out on the streets ready to celebrate the happy event. Hell they'd even managed to keep Prince Grant in his room away from Skye. The pacing had been slightly annoying to everyone but they'd let Buddy in and left him to calm Grant down. That had worked until they'd moved him to the church. He was so worried that Skye was going to be late. Jemma had offered to whip him up a calming agent but Grant had refused. Something about not wanting to be drugged on his wedding day. When Tripp had left him to help the bridal party Phil was standing beside him, Buddy sat on his neck. It was strange but Tripp would swear that Buddy and Ward could talk. Whatever was going on seemed to be working and the King and Queen entered he seemed about as ready as he'd ever be. Tripp had returned to the bridal party, he Leo and Jemma had one of the most important jobs, walk the bride down the aisle and present the rings at the right time. Jemma looked stunning in an ice blue gown, holding the red velvet cushion that the simple rings lay on. The happy couple had stressed they only wanted something simple, they didn't need anything intricate.

Bending to kiss his boyfriend and girlfriend, Tripp looked up in time to see the bride sweep into the room. In a simple silk dress that caressed her body she looked amazing. A simple diamond tiara held back a cascade of dark curls and pinned a lace veil that merged with the train of the dress.

"You look stunning!" Jemma gushed, sniffling slightly.

"Grant is a lucky man." Leo agreed, handing over a hankie to Jemma. Both of them had ensured that they had hankies, knowing that today was going to be a day for tears.

"Now we have to do the checklist."

"Jemma." Skye complained.

"Now do you have something new?"

Skye pointed to the dress in explanation.

"Something old?"

"And borrowed." Skye pointed out as she indicated the tiara.

"Something blue?"

"Yes." Skye commented blushing slightly.

"Skye?"

"My garter and underwear." She muttered, blushing even more.

"Good. Now you're the blushing bride." Jemma seemed way to pleased with herself.

"Shall we enter?" Tripp broke in. "Don't want your bridegroom coming to search for you."

"Oh he would." Skye laughed, taking Tripp's arm.

As they'd walked down the aisle Tripp had been able to watch Grant, the tension leaving his body as he noticed them, the look of pure love and devotion that had crossed his face. Handing Skye to him, Tripp's job was done for the time being, leaving him to stand beside Phil, Leo and Jemma listening to the priest. He was just beginning to relax slightly when of course everything went wrong. Petals from one of the flower girl's throws were drifting around them, one of them landing on Phil's nose. The smell immediately set his nose twitching, sending him into a sneezing fit. Thankfully nobody else had noticed this; unfortunately he'd bumped Jemma sending the rings flying. Blinking in horror the group watched as the rings rolled out of the church. Glancing around, the church seemed oblivious to this, transfixed by the happy pair in front of them. Edging out slowly the whole group raced after the rings, wincing as they saw them fly into the air, and disappearing into the town.

"Phil taking Leo and find Grant's ring. It headed towards the market. Buddy comes with me and Jemma we'll get Skye's ring." Tripp ordered striding down towards the park area. "And hurry!" He yelled after the retreating figures.

Running into the park he prayed the ring hadn't got far. Finding one small bit of metal in the huge park would be fun. That's why he'd brought Buddy; his eyes would be better than theirs.

"Found it!" Jemma yelled, pointing at the children's area. As they watched the ring bounced across the ground, hitting a rock and flying into the air again. Holding his breath, Tripp watched as it landed on a tree branch, balancing carefully on the tip of the branch.

"Jemma I'll boost you, you grab it." They needed to hurry. Their absence would be noticed soon. Lifting her carefully around the waist she still had to stretch for it, the branch was so high.

"Don't look up my dress!"

"I'm not looking up your dress." Tripp spat out through gritted teeth as he concentrated on holding her steady. "Besides it's not like I haven't seen it before. Ouch!" Holding Jemma's ankles he couldn't rub the top of his head where she'd just hit him.

"Concentrate." She ordered stretching upwards again. Just as her fingertips brushed it a magpie swooped down and plucked it from her grasp.

"Buddy!" Jemma yelled, throwing the chameleon, who'd been holding onto her hair, at the bird. There was no way they could go after the ring. He flew gracefully through the air, snatching onto the ring. The magpie finding it was suddenly carrying extra weight flapped hard, but Buddy clung on. Deciding that it was too much work the magpie released its treasure-sending Buddy hurtling back to earth, the small glint signalling that he'd got his target. Before Tripp or Jemma could celebrate they were hit by the flying chameleon sending them tumbling to the ground, knocking over the barrel that had been precariously balancing on a lower branch of the tree, that so far they'd managed to avoid.

Leo clung onto Phil's mane for dear life; he'd always hated riding horses and if this weren't such a desperate situation he would have refused completely. They needed to get close to the ring. If it got lost in the market they would never find it. As they reached the stalls the watched it bounce towards the food section before it was lost in the sea of feet. Of course it was busy. Everyone had come out to see the happy couple. Though they may be an unhappy couple if they didn't get the rings!

Pushing through the crowd they headed into the food place, scanning the ground as much as they could. He searched for anything shiny, knowing it would stand out if it caught the light. Examining several pairs of shoes with buckles he came up empty. Turing to find Phil, he found the horse munching on an apple.

"Really? Right now?" Leo grumbled, as Phil looked unrepentant. As he shook his head he noticed a glimmer beside an ice cream stand that he hadn't examined. Leading Phil over he fell to his knees, examining the small space beneath the stand. There lay the ring. Grabbing it he raised it in his hand to show Phil, not seeing the chocolate stand rolling toward them, the owner not having seen the prostrate man on the floor.

"And now for the rings." The priest droned, turning away from the happy couple in front of him. Gasped filled the air as everyone took in the bedraggled site of the group. Jemma and Tripp were covered in tree sap, leaves sticking in their hair, paint smeared down one side. Phil and Leo smelled a lot better covered in chocolate and small pieces of marshmallow. Stepping forward Phil held out Buddy with the rings while everyone smiles faintly. Shrugging slightly Grant took the rings held out for them carefully, avoiding most of the mess. Handing Skye hers to give him he seemed unconcerned by the groups state but a fleeting look told them that he would be asking what happened later on. Exchanging the rings quickly there was barely time for the priest to announce them husband and wife before Skye through herself at Grant, kissing him senseless. As the crowd cheered, the group slummed down, everything had turned out fine. A slight squeaking noise had them looking up again. At the side of the church a trolley containing a cake was slowly rolling towards the door. The group exchanged a horrified look before jumping to their feet.

'Not again!' They all thought before chasing after it!

The End