Brooke let out a gasp as Chase placed a hand firmly on her waist and another in her hair.

"Chase, what are you-"

Her words were cut off by him pressing his lips against her own.

Brooke's mind hadn't clearly registered what was going on, but that didn't stop her body from reacting.

She began kissing him back as he pushed her against the wall, letting out a low groan as her back thudded against the wall, causing her lips to part slightly. Chase took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside as the kiss deepened, and began to resemble that of tonsil hockey.

Brooke gasped into the kiss as Chase's hands began to wander and he broke away from her mouth and began to trail kisses up her neck until he reached her ear.

Brooke's stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies as Chase began to whisper something in her ear.

"Brooke," he breathed as Brooke shivered in anticipation.

"Mm," was all she managed to get out.

Chase was silent for a second as he blew into her ear, sending another round of shivers down her spine.

"Wake up."

Broke snapped her eyes open and found herself staring at the white ceiling of her dimly lit bedroom. She lay wide-eyed for a second, as her mind had not fully registered exactly what had happened.

…

Her mind was in utter disbelief. Her head snapped to the person lying beside her and her eyes rested on Chase's snoozing face. After a near heart attack, she did a double take and found that it was actually Chris' face she was looking at.

It took her a second to realize that she was doused in her own sweat which, as the air hit, felt cold as ice.

What on earth- she had just had a dream about Chase, who is not her fiancé, on the day of her wedding. She shook her head rapidly as though trying to cast the dream aside.

Brooke turned her head to face the nightstand where her clock rested. It read 9:28 a.m. Ordinarily, she'd groan and turn back over and wait for Chris to wake up and drag her out of bed. However, this wasn't an ordinary day and as such, she felt the need to shriek, hop out of bed, and leap into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Her ceremony started at 2 o'clock and she didn't plan on anything messing it up.

It had been three days since she got back from the temple. Three days since she bid the dragons farewell. Three days since she'd made them the false promise to come visit them soon. Caliph had come to get her as promptly as he said he would.

Those three weeks at the temple had been some of the longest in her life. During that time, away from everything, she had come to realize something. Something that scared her senseless, but that she knew in retrospect, was a really obvious thing.

Brooke just stood there as the lukewarm water hit her and rolled off of her skin. There was so much on her mind; she wished that she could, if even just for a second, stop thinking altogether.

Chase's P.O.V.

Sulking. The whole time Chase has been sulking. Of course he would kill someone sooner than he would admit it. The mindset he had been in for the last three weeks resembled almost exactly what it had been five years ago.

She had returned three days ago, true, but Chase found himself unable (or unwilling) to go see her. He'd had no reason to, and even now, as he sat on his thrown in the middle of his thrown room, his mind was unable to concoct a reason for his visiting her. His job was to protect her until she died. Today…she was going to die. His job was almost over.

He didn't know what to do with himself. He couldn't remember what he used to do. Go out and try to take Omi down on occasion, go for any new Shen Gong Wu. All that seemed like child's play now.

It was early morning and all he could wonder was what Brooke was doing. He was ashamed of his mind's occupation and yet found he could do nothing to alter it. He scoffed at himself. He was pathetic.

A noise thrust him abruptly from his thoughts as one of his cougars walked into the throne room. With little patience, Chase was ready to throw him out immediately, but it appeared that he had a message for him. Chase stared down at a piece of paper. It was from Hannibal Bean.

Both perplexed and angered, Chase read the contents of the note and every single emotion he had been fighting to subdue that day was suddenly replaced with a sense of urgency.

Without a second's hesitation, he was gone from his throne room.

Brooke's P.O.V.

She had left for the church at ten and it was now ten thirty. She stood alone in the bridal dressing room. Contemplating over the events in her life. Until now she'd never truly appreciated how…for lack of better words… unfair her everything was.

She had neither asked nor wanted the life that was thrust upon her and it had brought her almost nothing but heartache. She was going to die at sundown today, on the "happiest day of her life". She couldn't help but laugh at the irony.

She sighed and stared at herself in the mirror and suddenly sensed a presence. She knew by now who it was.

Brooke stood there in her wedding dress, gazing through the mirror at the man with long black hair standing behind her.

She found it funny that most women on their wedding day, had there moms, or friends in the room before the ceremony. Her, she had a 1500 year old Heylin mastermind with her.

It was a very small room with only a dresser, a chair, and a mirror in it. The shape of the room was essentially square-like and was very boring.

"I'm sorry Chase. I've got too many people I care about," she said sadly, now averting her gaze from his.

"You're as stubborn as ever," Chase responded, his sight never faltering. "Very well. I have warned you and that's as far as my control over the situation reaches."

Brooke turned around so that she was now facing Chase directly and pulled down the veil which lay upon her head.

"The ceremony starts in ten minutes." She said and made her way past Chase towards the door to leave, but as she came side by side to him, he stuck out his arm and she crashed chest first into it.

"Chase, what're you-"

"Just as stubborn as ever." He interrupted her.

"Well what exactly were you expecting?" Brooke retorted, folding her arms, "It's only been three weeks, Chase. And by the way you cheated. You let the monks protect me instead of you."

"You think so?" Chase smirked.

Brooke sighed and glared up at Chase.

"Is there a reason you're here?" she asked impatiently, "my ceremony starts in like, five minutes."

"I have something to tell you."

Brooke ducked under his arm and down the hall towards the green field where hundreds (the Soyan family ain't exactly tiny) of people sat. Up at the head of the aisle, stood Chris and his best man. Brooke was peeking around the hallway.

"Listen to me you stubborn woman," Chase's voice came from her side, and suddenly he thrust her against the wall. "Your fiancé is not what you believe him to be."

Brooke's eyes widened in shock and indignation.

"Chase, what the he-"

"Chris is a traitor."

The both of them fell silent for what seemed like an eternity.

"What?" Brooke asked confoundedly with a furrowed eyebrow.

"The man you are about to marry is going to betray you- today."

"Chase why are you saying this?"

Why was he saying this? It didn't make any sense. Chris couldn't be- Brooke had never imagined Chase would sink so low.

"Look I know you don't much fancy Chris, but slander-"

"You honestly think me so pathetic as to make false accusations against him for the sole purpose of preventing your union?!" Chase asked heatedly.

Brooke was taken aback and at a loss for words.

"Impertinent. This is how you repay me? With insults?" Chase continued.

"Well what exactly do you mean he's a traitor then?" Brooke inquired, ashamed of herself.

"You are aware what happens when descendents of a magic family unify in marriage…" Chase said.

"Of course," Brooke responded in a perplexed manner, "the bride's and the groom's magic become shared."

"And when one of the spouses die…"

"The other one gains all of their powers…" Brooke responded, "but how is that-"

"Your beloved Chris' plan is to marry you to gain your power, in addition to his." Chase cut through her sentence, "This is my surmise at least. All that I was told was that Wuya and your fiancé have formed an alliance and that it would be equally beneficial to both."

"Who told you this?!" Brooke shouted, utterly disbelieving the claims, "Chris isn't even from a magic family. He's probably the most ordinary person here."

Chase was aware of this and Brooke's temper and time were running short.

"Hannibal Bean."

That had completely extinguished any possibility Brooke may have been holding on to, and she slid from in between Chase and the wall.

"I have a wedding to attend to." She said shortly.

Memories of that horrid bean alone were enough to destroy whatever temper Brooke had left. That combined with the fact that Chase seemed to trust the bean's word hadn't help calm her down either.

"Brooke, listen to reason," Chase urged, grabbing her by the arm.

"Start giving me reason!" Brooke retorted, snatching her arm from his grasp. "Please just let me die in peace of mind."

"I'd rather that you didn't die at all."

Just then the "Bridal March" began to play on the orchestra and with one last pain-filled glance at Chase, Brooke began her walk down the aisle.

Chase's P.O.V.

Stubborn woman. It would be her downfall. But it was too late, she was out in the middle of all her guests now, who had risen at the beginning of the song.

Chase was at a loss for what to do. He knew all to well that, though Hannibal definitely had an ulterior motive in revealing Wuya's plan, that his word was true. Hannibal Bean was a filthy, deplorable being- but he was no liar.

Granted, Brooke had not known Hannibal Bean for as long as Chase had, but Chase was all but livid at the fact that Brooke had not trusted his word. She was going out to meet her end in a most unceremonious fashion.

He had to devise a plan and he to do it fast.

He stood with his hands behind his back at in the hallway still, watching the ceremony. As everyone seated and the minister began the standard speech, Chase only saw one option. It would definitely alienate Brooke from him, but he weighed it out. He would rather her be eternally in her scorn than to let that hag and that man get their way with Brooke.

So perhaps this was relatively short, but anything further than this would have been an abrupt ending. Again, A THOUSAND apologies. A thousand thousand thousand thousand (ten years later) thousand thousand times! …I don't deserve ur reviews…