Claire felt like she was having an out of body experience, staring at herself as she walked through the chapel with Gabriel, laughing nervously. This was it, the moment, it seemed, that she had been waiting a life time to arrive.

"Claire, Gabe, hold up." Peter was pushing open the door, dragging Emma behind him. Claire snapped back into her body and waited for the duo to catch up. "Jeez ass Gabe, next time let me know before you decide drop out of the sky. I just kept flying on without you." His arms were swinging out to illustrate his point, soon distracting him from further pursuing the matter at hand.

"Maybe you shouldn't have had so much to drink back at the casino. I'm surprised you didn't drop out of the sky." Gabe countered.

"Couldn't help myself, they kept offering, and well you get it. 'Sides, you drank more than I did."

"Do I really have to defend myself against that last one?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, forgot about that, sucks for you!"

"You've already told me."

"Thought it was worth mentioning again," Peter looked around him for the first time, taking in his surroundings. "Why are we in a wedding chapel? Is someone getting married?" Gabriel gestured towards Claire and himself. "Holy shit really? Wow, this is such short notice." He brought them closer in a crushing bear hug which lasted at least a good 10 seconds. "I'm so happy for you guys." Gabriel cleared his throat to signal Peter to desist.

He broke away from them and started walking off. "Yes, let's go get married." Claire was the first to laugh, loving this side of her uncle. She couldn't recall a time when she actual saw him drunk.

"We should probably go after him, before he starts telling people we all have superpowers."

Claire answered. "I'm sure he'd only give them a demonstration."

"Even better," he said sarcastically. "Shall we?"

"We shall. Emma?"

It didn't take long to find Peter with what appeared to be another wedding party, shamelessly flirting with the bride. The groom looked on, ready to pounce, if looks could kill. "There you are Peter." To the groom Gabriel apologized, which he was not inclined to accept. Peter waved goodbye to the bride as they dragged him away, but one look from Emma had him staring at the ground in guilt. He'd get it later.

"Hello there," a short balding man walked up to them with a cheesy plastered on smile. "What can I do for you this evening?"

"We would like to get married," Claire responded.

"Yes of course. You will need a witness present." Peter raised his hand and then pointed at himself, "Preferably not intoxicated."

"I'll do it," Emma spoke up.

"Good right this way, we'll deal with the paper work afterwards; Names?"

"Gabriel Gray and Claire Bennet," the man led them into the other room situating himself at the back and motioned for Gabe and Claire to take their places. They faced one another, holding each other's hands.

"Civil or religious?"

"Claire?" Gabriel asked, he'd let her decide.

"Um, civil, I guess."

"Good, good. First, if there is any person who objects to this marriage, they should say so now." Claire held her breath; the fear that her father would burst through the doors and whisk her away had her paralyzed. The moment passed and he continued. "Repeat after me: I Gabriel Gray."

"I, Gabriel Gray."

"Take Claire Bennet to be my lawfully wedded wife."

"Take Claire Bennet to be my lawfully wedded wife."

"Before these witnesses," he cleared his throat and corrected himself, "This witness I vow to love you."

"Hey," Claire and Gabe both shushed Peter.

"Before this witness I vow to love you."

"And care for you for as long as we both shall live."

"And care for you for as long as we both shall live." They both laughed at that, they had an eternity ahead of them.

He turned to Claire and began again, "I Claire Bennet."

"I Claire Bennet."

"Take Gabriel Gray to be my lawfully wedded husband."

"Take Gabriel Gray to be my lawfully wedded husband."

"Before this witness I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live."

"Before this witness I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live." Claire wiped away a few stray tears.

"Rings?" Gabriel handed over one to Claire and slid hers on next to her engagement ring; he gave her hand a squeeze before she let him put on his. He was glad he came prepared. Although, he doubted that would stop them at this point. "Gabriel Gray and Claire Bennet you have both have made the declaration prescribed by the state of Nevada before your witness and yourselvesand it is my privilege to pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Gabriel didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed the back of Claire's neck and brought her against his lips. They both shared a sigh of relief, deepening the kiss, bordering on inappropriate. Peter whistled, and the two separated, both with permanent smiles.

"Well, I'll draw up the paper work. Congratulations."

"I don't think he liked me very much," Peter commented once he was out of site.

"What gave you that impression?" Claire asked.

"He kept giving me the stink eye."


Half an hour later, papers signed, and Peter muzzled, they found themselves back at their suite. Emma struggled with carrying Peter's nearly limp body to their shared room. He'd most likely pass out as soon as he hit the bed.

"Hey you," Claire had her arms around Gabriel. He leaned down and kissed her nose.

"I love you Claire Gray."

"Love you too, forever and ever."

"That's a very long time."

"I'm well aware."

"Just saying; you know what, you wait right here. I'm going to get us something special."

"Hurry back so I can ravage you."

He kissed her roughly, moaning into it, "Promise."

He practically ran out the door, and Claire made her way to the window with its near perfect view of Vegas. The sound of the door opening again made her smile. "Did you forget something Gabe?" There was no answer so she turned to see what the matter was, but gasped when she realized it wasn't Gabriel behind her. "Dad, what the hell are you doing here?"

"It's for the best Claire."

"What the fu-," someone covered her mouth from behind, effectively preventing her from screaming out.

"I'm so sorry," the person behind Claire said sorrowfully before she felt another hand on her forehead.