Usual disclaimers still apply. Again, for your health and sanity, Wesley Crusher just might have been thrown out of airlock. I haven't seen him a few days, have you? On with the fanfic.

The room buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Almost everyone onboard now had heard of Barclay and June and their dancing. All of the senior staff were present, even the captain. They were in at a starbase, so everyone was free to take a break. The crowd had packed into the ship's theater, but there was barely enough room to contain them all. Some stood against walls, some claimed spots on the floor, and others hovered in the doorway.

Captain Picard, Commander Riker, Dr. Crusher, Geordi, Data, Worf, Troi, Lieutenant Styles and all of the dance instructors made up the front row. Chief O'Brian, the senior staffs of engineering, June's friends and Guinan were among those seated. Half of engineering had showed up, along with a third of the medical and science staffs. Everyone wanted to see this new Barclay, as he had had a reputation onboard as the unluckiest smuck in Starfleet.

Backstage, Reg pulled nervously at his collar. June had decided to go authentic for this performance, so Reg was in a tux and she in a slinky red dress. Barclay couldn't get over how lovely she looked. Surprisingly, the red made her eyes and especially her hair stand out. She tiptoed over to him and held his hands.

"We're going to be fine," she whispered. "We nailed the waltz, we were fantastic at the Lindy Hop and you know we mastered the tango. We will blow them away," she emphasized with a smile.

She had said "we". Reg felt better now that he knew he wasn't alone. June would be there to sink or swim with him. And she would be there tomorrow, and the next day, and for the rest of her life. This very thought made him smile. "I know. We'll bring down the house, love."

She gave him a swift kiss and peeked out of the wing. "It's time; they're dimming the lights."

Dr. Crusher stood and walked to the stage. She was dressed up for the occasion.

"As many of you have heard, Ensign June Tempest and Lieutenant Reginald Barclay have become two of our finest dancers. We would like to share their talent with you tonight. So without any further ado, may I introduce Lieutenant Barclay-"

Reg strode out on stage with a smile.

"-and Ensign Tempest!"

Reg held out his hand and June walked out to take it. He twirled her around once and they bowed to the audience. They took position and the music started. The engineering crew was stunned. They whispered to each other about how natural Barclay looked whilst dancing. They thought he was the clumsy nervous guy that was always late. He was antisocial and he stuttered when he spoke. Yet here he was, gliding across the dance floor as if he had been there all his life. Geordi, who was seated by Troi, glanced at her and smiled. The dance ended and the partners received enthusiastic applause.

June smiled and stepped away from Reg to address the crowd. "What you just saw was the waltz from Earth's 19th century. Now we will perform a 20th century dance, the Lindy Hop."

They took position, standing about 5 feet from each other. The music started and every jaw in the place dropped. Captain Picard stared in bewilderment at this diagnostic engineer who could blow an audience away with those moves. The captain looked in bewilderment and excitement to Riker. The first officer grinned and muttered to Picard, "It shocked me the first time too. But yes, that's our Barclay."

The dancers finished to thunderous applause. Grinning, the dancers bowed and nodded to the audience. June addressed them once more.

"This next dance is known for being passionate and sensual. From 1850's Buenos Aires, we bring you the Tango."

She and Barclay took position. "I love you," June whispered. "And I, you." He whispered back. The music began.

Everyone who knew about the engagement could tell these two people were deeply in love. Anyone who didn't know could tell anyway. Their movements oozed passion and love.

Troi and Geordi traded another glance and shared a small smile. The Counselor and the Chief Engineer were the first people besides the couple's parents to learn about their union. The wedding would take place in a few weeks. The only thing left to do was clear it with Captain Picard, which they would do tonight after the performance.

As the dance ended, everyone was on their feet, clapping like madmen. Barclay and June bowed and smiled. Dr. Crusher, Geordi, and Counselor Troi rushed onstage to congratulate the pair.

After the audience had left, Geordi and Troi stayed behind. They had nabbed the captain on his way out, so now they headed to the stage.

"Reg? June?"

They couple smiled nervously at each other and Barclay put his arm around June. Picard glanced at Troi.

"Sir," began the ensign. "Lieutenant Barclay and I would like to get married-with your permission, of course."

A look of comprehension dawned on the captain's face. "Of course, I would be honored." He shook their hands and departed. Troi followed.

Geordi was about to leave when Barclay called his name. "Commander?"

"Yeah, Reg?"

"Would…would you be my best man?"

Geordi smiled. "Of course. I would love to do that. Congratulations, you two!"

He left. The stage was deserted but for the couple. They held each other for a few moments. "We're going to be married, Reg. Can you believe it?" She looked up at him.

"No, I hardly can. I would have never thought I would be here three months ago." He gazed into her eyes. "From the moment I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes upon. I thought you were an angel."

She smiled. "No, I'm no angel, but I will be your wife. If you'll be my husband."

"I will be." He kissed her.

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"From the time when wooden ships sailed Earth's seas, it has been the captain's honor and privilege to bring two people together in matrimony. I have that honor today, as Lieutenant Barclay and Ensign Tempest exchange their vows."

The couple stepped forward.

"June Alexandria Tempest, do you take Lieutenant Barclay to be your husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Reginald Endicott Barclay III, do you take Ensign Tempest to be your wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride, Lieutenant."

Reg swept her off her feet and claimed her lips for a full minute. Geordi, O'Brian, Riker, and the engineering staff whooped and hollered. Dr. Crusher and Troi were near tears. Data looked elated and clapped politely next to Worf.

The reception began with a dance. Lt. Styles was standing in for the father of the bride, so he and June opened the party with a simple jazz number. Geordi was chatting with Barclay and O'Brian. Guinan wondered over and pulled Geordi over to the side. "See? Now he's a dancer. Told you he was imaginative." Geordi smiled. "You were right. He is. He's quite a lucky guy."

Guinan smiled and went back to her place behind the bar. Reg and June danced the next together. One by one, pairs joined in. Data and Dr. Crusher strode onto the floor. Riker took Deanna as a partner. Some of June's friends from the lab joined up with some engineering guys.

The reception was fun-filled and everyone had a wonderful time. Later in the new family quarters the Barclays occupied, June and Reg sat down on the bed, exhausted.

"Where do you want to go for our honeymoon, love?" Reg asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Earth sounds nice, but I'd settle for anywhere, as long as I'm with you." They kissed, then said goodnight.