A/N: I am awesome. :) Hahahaha, this is my gift to you, as I will not update this story for another week or two on account of this HUGE research paper I have to write on the History and Chemistry of Fireworks. Plus I have an Algebra 2 test on Wednesday, an World History test on Friday and yada yada yada school stuff. But I think you should like this chapter. :) Chapters 7, 8 and 9 were all supposed to be together; but I like it spread out like this. :) So yeah, I hope you all like this new update, and don't forget to review! it makes me really happy! 3

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Wedding Crash

"Chelsea, are you sure that's how you're supposed to make that?"

"Gosh Jill, have some confidence in your cuz. I know what I'm doing."

"Have you ever made this before?"

"Umm…no."

"Ooops!"

Clatter!

"Uh, Jill? You have a fire extinguisher right?"

"Yeah why?"

BEEEP!

BEEEEEP!

BEEEEEEEP!

AAAAGGGGGHHHH!

My eyes snap open and the second they do, I've jumped off the bed and yanked the fire extinguisher off it's holder by the door. A twist and a pull and the white steam stuff rushes out, effectively killing the fire on the stove.

I let out a deep breath once the fire's gone, and I wipe my brow as I shut the extinguisher off. I reach up towards the ceiling and flick off the fire alarm.

I put the extinguisher down and turn to the two women, a frown on my face. "What on earth were you two doing?"

"Making chocolate chip pancakes." Chelsea mutters softly, gesturing to the blacked heap of mess of the stove.

My shoulders drop and I shake my head as a small smile creeps up on me. "Chelsea, you know that you can't cook."

She smiles sheepishly at me. "I'm trying! I want to be able to cook something for my husband."

I swear that woman has me wrapped around her finger; I couldn't be mad at her. "Come here you." I gesture with my hand.

She walks over to me and I wrap my arms around her in a huge hug, burying my face in her hair again. I never wanted to let go.

"How about I teach you to cook when we get back home?" I whisper in her ear, holding her as close to me as I possible could without undressing.

"I'd like that Vaughn." She whispers softly in my ear.

I pull back slightly, and cup her angelic face in my hands. For a moment, I just stare into those heavenly blue eyes of hers. How did I ever get lucky enough to deserve her?

I lean down and press my lips to her soft ones, once again reveling in her wonder and getting completely lost in the moment.

Chelsea giggles and breaks away from me. "So how about you fix the breakfast then, while Jill and I go over some last-minute wedding details?"

My feel my face hardens, but I agree and make the breakfast while watching Jill and Chelsea pour over a bunch of papers. I notice that none of us looked very excited. While Chelsea and I might not know the entire story; we could both tell that this wasn't what Jill wanted.


Two hours later we're at the Harvest Goddess Pond, using it as a makeshift church. Believe it or not, this small town had a mine, a beach, and two farms, but no church. Go figure.

Everyone has pretty much taken their seats; rows and rows of fold up chairs were spread along the grass and everyone talked amongst themselves.

I stood at the back with Jill and Chelsea. I had been asked to walk her down the isle, and Chelsea was the bridesmaid. Rock was already at the alter, but I could see him winking over at Lumina, Romana's grand-daughter. It made me sick; he would end up destroying Jill's marriage.

For the millionth time it hits me that this just wasn't right. But Jill has given me a stern look every time, and I can't do anything about it.

"You ready Jill?" Chelsea asks her cousin softly.

I wait for her to scream that she wasn't, and find her real love in the crowd so they could be together. But that's a fantasy. And this is the real world; and some things don't turn out as you plan.

"I'm ready." Jill softly whispers back, and Chelsea nods to Lumina who was over by the piano.

Music starts to play a song that sounds like a death march. Chelsea walks first, and then I take Jill's arm and we make our way down.

"Jill, you don't have to do this." I whisper to her, trying one last time to get her to back out.

She ever so slightly shakes her head. "Yes Vaughn, I do. It's over. He doesn't matter anymore."

I glance over at her as we reach the alter, and I see her eyes shining with tears. Not only did that make me want to punch Rock, but it made me want to punch the guy who couldn't even man up enough to marry this girl.

"Who gives away this young lady today?" Thomas asks me. He's the mayor from the town over, but he volunteered to wed Jill and Rock.

"I…" My voice chokes; I could stop it all right here. Stop this madness from continuing. But I look in Jill's pleading eyes and my heart breaks. "I do."

I step to the side beside Chelsea, who grabs my hand and I look over to see that she's crying too. The feeling in my gut twists around again; this wasn't right!

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of this man and this woman." Thomas smiles at Jill and Rock, and I have to clench Chelsea's hand even tighter to keep from crying out.

"If there is anyone who does not approve of the union of this two, speak now or forever hold your peace."

I look around the room, but no one speaks up. I want to, and I know Chelsea does too; but we promised Jill.

Another moment goes by and I hang my head; as if we were at a funeral instead. It was done.

"I object."

My eyes snap open, and my jaw drops all the way to the ground. The crowd begins to whispers anxiously among themselves as a shadow steps out from behind the tree. And I know exactly who it is.

My half brother. Skye.

I sure as hell did not see that one coming. But now that I think about it, it made sense. Why Jill couldn't tell me who it was. Because he's my half brother. And the reason she can't marry him. He's a thief.

He casually strolls down the aisle, not looking the least concerned that most of the people here are glaring daggers at him. My half-brother is just how I remembered him; silver hair too long to look masculine, tight pants, designer leopard print shirt and those blue eyes of his. Honestly, it was a wonder to me the guy wasn't gay.

But seriously, Jill fell for him? This is who the strong headed farmer fell in love with? Well, Chelsea did fall in love with me so I guess anything is possible.

Skye comes up to the alter and looks over at us. "Why Vaughn, dear brother, I didn't know you'd be here." He actually has genuine surprise on his face, so his attempt to be aloof fails miserably.

He looks at Chelsea. "Dear Chelsea, I see you have a ring on your finger. You two finally got hitched?" He chuckles to himself. "Bout time. Last time I saw you two, the sexual tension between you guys could have lit a match on fire."

Chelsea blushes furiously and I have to admit that I did too. I remember being furious at Skye for flirting with Chelsea; those were some pretty crazy days. And it looks like those days aren't over.

Skye finally turns to Jill, Rock and Thomas. The joking comes out of his face, and all at once I see the pain that had been reflected in Jill's last night. His eyes shimmer with tears as they gaze on Jill in her simple white wedding dress.

"I object." He repeats softly. "I can't let you marry him Jill."

I can see the conflict raging in Jill's eyes. "Skye, why are you here? They'll put you in jail for sure!"

True enough the murmurs behind us were growing and I could tell they were getting agitated.

My jaw clenches; I may not like my half-brother very much, but Jill loved him. I knew she did. And I knew he loved her. He would never risk coming into a place like this, risking getting caught for just anyone.

"Everyone, stay in your seats." My voice is low, dark and menacing as I take a step forward and glare at the people in the crowd. "Just listen."

"Why should we?" A guy who looks like Elvis with sideburns stands up. I think his name was Marty. Or was it Marlin? Ah well.

"Because if you don't, I will break every single bone in your entire body." The words remind me of what I once told Will, and a smirk unconsciously appears on my lips.

"You're not related to them! This has nothing to do with you cowboy!" That one comes from an older looking guy with brown hair. He was the guy at the bar. Was his name Merlin or Griffin?

"Actually, I'm his brother." I gesture towards Skye. "And I'm the guy with a knife in his boots."

"You're bluffing!" The comment comes from the guy at the archeological site. Now was his name Carter or Cameron? Damn it, I'm bad with names.

Without taking my eyes off him, I reach down into my boot and pull out my switchblade. Then I open it and look at it. "And I have deadly aim when throwing this."

Finally they all seem to get the message and they sit down. I keep my knife in my hands; just in case. Man, this wedding was one for the history books.

Skye throws me a grateful look, the only one I've ever gotten from him in my life. He turns to Jill. "I don't care about getting caught anymore Pony." I notice he uses her nickname, and I notice the way her eyes soften when she looks at him.

"You hear me?" He grabs her hands. "I don't care anymore. I don't want to be a thief anymore. Not if it means I have to lose you."

"But what're you going to do?" Jill's eyes frantically search my half-brother's, and it reminded me of the way Chelsea and I searched each other; drinking in the image in case they disappeared again.

Skye drops down on one of his knees and looks up at Jill, still holding her hands. "First, I want to marry you Jill. You're the only woman I've ever truly fallen in love with, and the only one I would do anything for. You've had my back for years, even though you know who and what I was. I love you Pony, and I want to marry you."

Tears run down Pony's face as she drops to her knees with him. Her face breaks out in a huge smile as she breathes out, "Yes."

They kiss, and now I finally know what people feel like when they watch Chelsea and I. They were absolutely perfect for each other. Just too pure for words.

They break off, and they're both smiling, clinging to each other like a wet t-shirt to skin. "I love you Skye." I hear Jill whisper.

"And I love you my darling love Pony." Skye whispers back, kissing her again before they rise to their feet.

Then Skye does something I never would have believed he would do if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes. He turns to the crowd, lets go of Jill and drops down on both knees.

"I know I've wronged most of you here in Forget-Me-Not Valley. And for that, I am truly, truly sorry. If you would all please allow me to marry this beautiful farmer behind me, I would do anything in every bone of my body to make it all up to you. Please, give me a chance for forgiveness. I beg of you."

Wow. I was speechless and he wasn't even talking to me. I glance over at Chelsea, and she's just as shocked as I am. As is Jill.

"Well, he hasn't stolen crops from my farm in the past year." A woman with a booming voice speaks up. I think that was Vesta. Or was it Victoria?

"And he hasn't terrorized any of the girls in the past year either." That was the brunette related to the previous woman. Celia? Cecile?

"Nothing's been taken from the dig site either." The blonde assistant at the mine site. By this time I've given up on names.

"Give him a second chance!" Someone yells out from the back, and I see it's the hippie. "Everyone deserves love!"

Murmurs of agreement pass along the crowd and I smile at my brother as he rises from his knees. He smiles back at me.

"Thomas?" Skye turns around and gently takes Jill's arm. "I believe we have a wedding to continue."

That's when I notice that Rock had left the alter and was over by the piano making out with Lumina. Ugh. I hate that guy. Not as much as I hate Will, but still a lot.

Thomas laughs and begins to continue with the wedding. "Jill Lifehouse, do you take Phantom Skye do be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and health, in poverty and wealth, through the ups and the downs, 'til death do you part?"

"I do." Jill smiles and blushes as she looks over at Skye, the happiness I saw last night blooming like a flower in the moonlight.

"Do you, Phantom Skye, take Jill Lifehouse do be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and health, in poverty and wealth, through the ups and the downs, 'til death do you part?" Thomas smiles as he looks up at the once thief.

"I do." Skye answers and he pulls a ring out of his pocket. Looks like someone came fully prepared. I roll my eyes, even as I smile while Skye slips the ring on Jill's finger.

She slips a similar one onto his finger that I saw him pass her a second earlier. It makes me want to laugh out loud; because no one else saw it.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." Thomas winks at Skye. "You may now kiss the bride."

And kiss her he does. In fact, I'm left wondering if he secretly went to my wedding because he picks her up and spins her around in a kiss; just like I had with Chelsea when we got married.

There's actually a huge applause, and I finally put my knife away; knowing that it won't be needed anymore.

Suddenly, Skye grins. "I have a surprise for you Jill."

Before she can say anything, he runs over to me and whispers in my ear. "Can you get everyone out of their chairs so we can make a dance floor?"

I nod at him; a newfound respect for my half-brother growing inside of my heart. I whisper the request to Chelsea and we disperse among the crowd, passing along the message and working until the chairs are all out of the way.

Then Skye walks over to me again. "You still remember how to play the drums bro?"

"Do you remember how to breathe?" I counter his question, smirking at him. Playing the drums had been one of my favourite hobbies as a teenager; I remembered it like it was yesterday.

"Good." Skye smiles and brings out a guitar from behind a tree. I see Thomas drag a drum set over to where the alter had been moment ago. I smirk to myself; Jill really had Skye whipped.

My eyes linger on the drum set as I sit down on a stool and pick up the drum sticks. It's been too long. I adjust my position, and make sure my foot is near the pedal for the cymbals.

Skye walks up to me, with a headset securely attached and hands me my own. I attach it, and smile at the memory of the band we had tried to create as kids.

"You still remember All In?" Skye smirks at me, already knowing the answer as I play the first cord of the same song.

"I'd like to dedicate this song to my wife, Jill!" Skye talks into the headset, his voice echoing around the clearing.

Skye takes a pick into his fingers and begins to strum the guitar, smiling over at his wife; who stands next to mine; tears in both of their eyes.

"All night, staring at the ceiling counting the minutes I'm feeling this way. So far away and so alone." Skye's voice becomes deeper than normal, and a twinkle appears in his eyes. He loved playing the guitar.

"But you know it's alright, I came to my sense. Let go of my defenses. There's no way I'm giving up this time." I join in with a steady drum beat, relishing the refreshing feel of the drums. "Yeah, you know I'm right here. I'm not losing you this time."

Right on cue, I slam the drums hard, picking up the pace of the song as Skye simultaneously slams on the guitar. "And I'm all in, nothing left to hide; I'm falling harder than a landslide! I spent a week away from you last night."

Skye's grinning like an idiot, and I realize why he picked this song. It was his way of showing Jill how much he cared.

"And now I'm calling, calling out your name! Even if I lose the game, I'm all in, I'm all in tonight. Yeah, I'm all in, I'm all in for life." He winks over at his new wife, and she gives him that same flirty giggle Chelsea gave me all the time.

I slow the pace back down again. This was a real back and forth tempo song; but my brother and I love it. "There's no taking back what we've gots too strong. We've had each other's backs for too long. There's no breaking up this time."

Then Skye places a hand over his chest, halting the guitar part for a moment; but I keep the beat alive with the drums. "And you know it's okay, I came to my senses. Letting go of my defenses. There's no way I'm giving up this time."

Skye jumps in the air and slams his guitar as he lands back on the ground just as I slam the drums again. I'd forgotten how much fun this song was to rock out to.

"And I'm all in, nothing left to hide. I'm falling, harder than a landslide! I spent a week away from you last night." Skye nods his head at Jill, telling her that he really felt that way last night. And by the way Jill had reacted last night, I knew she felt the same.

"And now I'm calling, calling out your name. Even if I lose the game, I'm all in, I'm all in tonight. Yeah I'm all in; I'm all in for life."

Skye makes his way over to Jill and takes her hand, still softly strumming the guitar with the other. It was mostly my part now any way.

"I want it, I want it. Yeah, I want it, yeah I want it." Skye whispers to Jill as I sing quietly into my headset. "I want it, I want it, yeah I want it. I want it, yeah, I want it."

"And I'm calling, calling out your name." Skye is still standing next to Jill, and the melody is soft. "Even if I lose the game, I'm all in; I'm all in for life."

He steals a quick kiss from her before jumping into the air and slamming the guitar again with me, a grin lighting up his face. "And I'm all in, nothing left to hide. I'm falling harder than a landslide! I spent a week away from you last night. And now I'm calling, calling out your name. Even if I lose the game, I'm all in, I'm all in tonight. Yeah I'm all in; I'm all in for life."

He winks at Jill, still smiling that bright eyed little boy smile. "Yeah I'm all in; I'm all in for life."

We wrap up the song, and the applause is deafening. Who knew hatred could be vanquished by music? Well apparently Skye did; and man it was good to play drums again.

I lovingly place the drum stick down on one of the drums and make my way back to my wife; who wraps her arms around me and promptly kisses me soundly on the lips.

"I didn't know you could play drums." She whispers, a smile on her face. "You'll have to play for me sometime."

I smile back at her. "I would love to. I just need to buy a set first." I kiss her again, making a mental note to myself to go and buy a drum set so I could play for her. A nice good romantic song for her.

"Thanks for supporting me Vaughn." Skye walks up to me, holding hands with Jill. "You know, it's really because of you that I managed to keep my love here."

Jill blushes and kisses him on the cheek before walking forward and giving me a peck on the cheek. "I know I said not to do anything Vaughn, but thank you. For doing something."

I nod at them, smiling as I hold Chelsea's small hand in mine as she speaks. "You two have a good day. It's the start of a new life for you two."

I motion to Skye with my spare hand. "Yeah and if he ever stray, just send him over. I'll straighten him out." Then I wink at her as Chelsea rolls her eyes.

"Come on cowboy. You owe me a dance." Chelsea drags me away from the new lovebirds as some of the villagers gather up the interments and begin to play a new song.

"I'd love to dance with you my dear." I smile fondly at her, looking forward to even more days, and years, with this wonderful woman.