A chapter of fluffiness! Who doesn't love weddings?

the Fluffly (kitten) Queen,

ibliniyxxx

Frank smoothed down his suit for the 5th time that morning. He hopped nervously from foot to foot, and ran a hand through his hair. Then he smoothed his suit down again. He checked his feet.

Dan watched all of this with some amusement, and some apprehension. It was the morning of Stella and Frank's wedding, and already several things had gone wrong.

The catering would be delayed by 3 hours. The wedding dress was ripped. Another international crisis had arisen.

"Let's see how Stella's getting on," Tom suggested, stretching his neck out. Frank jumped up, making Dan stare.

"NOOOOOO! I CANT SEE STELLA BEFORE THE WEDDING!" he howled, and ran out screaming. Dan poked his head out of the door Frank left through, just in time to see the groom running zigzags down the corridor, shouting about rainbows and ponies. He opened his mouth.

"Shouldn't we-"

"Nah."

"OK then."

Stella meanwhile was shouting orders out, in her ripped wedding dress. Even as she walked, it was being fixed by Zoe and a few other seamstresses. She was already close to tears, having realised her perfect day was ruined. Despite Aneisha, Rosa and the Prime Minister assuring her that all wedding days were like this, she couldn't help feeling that the world was not on her side today.

On hearing the catering was delayed, Rosa had shouted some very... explicit words at the person on the other end of the line. Stella had cried then, but luckily she was wearing waterproof mascara. She had seen the movies. She ran up to another agent, earning a glare from Zoe, who was about to insert the needle into her dress.

"Dave! Thank God. Get comms up and put our best people on the line. We need a negotiator too," Stella told Dave.

"You're getting married, Chief? Congrats!"

"This is the worst day of my life," snapped Stella, stomping away to make a few calls. "I need Frank."

"You can't see the groom before the wedding! It's bad luck," the seamstress said. "I'm sure that-"

"Stella!" came a shout, and suddenly a blindfolded Frank stumbled in. Zoe instantly wrapped a piece of cloth over Stella's eyes. "Stella, my love, where are you?"

"I'm here, Frank!" she replied, nearly falling over her dress in her haste to get to her future husband. There were lots of 'aww's but they were stopped when Rosa began shouting orders instead.

"Stella!" She heard Frank say, and suddenly she was wrapped up in his embrace, smelling his cologne. It was liquorice. She buried her nose in his shirt. "I've missed you... Also everyone at the wedding thinks I'm an escaped mental patient."

"I told you not to talk about the pony dream," Stella hissed, but she was too happy to be truly angry. If only they had time for this kind of stuff... If only she hadn't been so stubborn... They could have had weeks... Months... Years together, just like this...

"I couldn't help it... I think we'll need to hire a new band. The other one left."

Stella shook her head, breaking away reluctantly. "I should get back... But I'll see you at the wedding."

"Chief Knight?"

Stella turned. "Yes."

"I'm Roger. I'm here to drive you to the wedding," said the voice. Stella took off the makeshift blindfold, hearing Frank walk away from her. The man stood in front of her had brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. He smiled at her, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Are we leaving already? I thought the bride was meant to be late," she said, but before he could reply, Tom and Dan burst in.

"Guys! Have you seen Frank?" gasped Tom. "I'm going to die..." he lay on the floor, trying to get his breath back. Dan gave him a look.

"Tom..."

"Yeah?"

"We ran across the street..."

"Still dead..."

Zoe snorted, "God. Tom you're so unfit."

"That's why I'm tech!"

"WHERE IS MY DRESS?!" shrieked Keri, bursting in. She looked very bad tempered.

"I know," Dan said, "Tom you find Frank." He left with Keri.

"OK, I'm alive. Where's Aneisha?" asked Tom, thinking of his girlfriend.

"Why don't you go with Roger," Stella said. "Zoe you go to the venue, get everyone ready... And get alternative catering if you have to. Can you-"

"On it, chief," Zoe ran out.

Roger smiled at Tom. "So you're the techie," he stated, as they walked out.

"Yup, that's me. I've only ever been on 8 missions."

"Wow. I'm guessing you don't like the outside much."

"I'm OK with it... In fact, I think I'd better go catch up with Dan..." Tom trailed off, eyeing Roger carefully. He definitely didn't like the way this guy was looking at him. He turned away, only to have his arm grabbed.

Roger stared at him with emotionless eyes. "Enjoy your day," he said creepily, and let go, climbed into the car and drove off. Tom shuddered. There just wasn't something right about that guy.

OOOOH! Everyone's met everyone. Wedding procession in next! And who wants to see what happens when Stella gets her hands on a gun and comes face to face with the caterers? XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

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