DISCLAIMER

Belongs to Wes Craven and New Line Cinema. I only own the plot.

MONTHS LATER

In the backroom of a church, Nancy blew out a breath and nervously fluffed her hair.

"How you doin', baby?" a voice questioned. Nancy turned around to see her father.

"Nervous. Daddy, what if he changes his mind?" she wondered.

"Then I'll hunt him down and shoot him," was the answer.

"Daddy!" Nancy exclaimed with a laugh. The man laughed.

"Come on. Let's get you married," Capt. Thompson stated. Laughing, they walked to the sanctuary. At the altar, Rod fidgeted nervously.

"Calm down, Rod. You look more nervous than a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs," Luke scolded.

"Yeah, you're making me nervous," Terrie added.

"I've been waiting for this moment a long time. I just hope---she doesn't change her mind," Rod confessed.

"Well, you two are certainly made for each other," a voice quipped. Everyone laughed.

"Yeah, you should've seen her, Captain, dropping things right and left. I seriously don't know how she even got her dress on," Terrie kidded. She and Emily giggled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. Wait until you're in this position," Nancy told them as they headed for the end of the hall.

"Hey! We're only sixteen," Emily stated.

"Yeah, we won't have to worry about that for a while now," Terrie agreed. Their chattering faded.

"Ready?" Capt. Thompson asked him. Rod blew out a breath and nodded.

"As I'll ever be," he told him. Everyone took their positions. The wedding march started and Nancy began walking down the aisle. The music stopped when she reached the front of the church.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" the priest asked.

"I do," Capt. Thompson replied.

"Hey, that's my line," Rod joked. Everyone laughed and the captain took his place in the front row. The pastor began his speech, and a few minutes later told Rod to give his vows.

"Oh, Nance. Man, I don't know what to say. We've known each other forever. You were the one who always defended me to anyone who said something bad about me. And you were always patient: it was like you saw the guy I was inside…not the guy I portrayed. And you helped me so much after we lost Tina. I love you, cherish, you, adore you…you've become my world and I will protect you forever…no matter where it is," the musician told her. Nancy smiled at the double meaning.

"Rod, you've been a rock towards me. You let me call you whenever I was thinking of Glen," Nancy began, her voice choking. "And you helped me through all the nightmares, and---" he reached over and wiped away her tears. "You were always ready to defend me…even when we were kid. I remember the time in second grade Bobby Nogerellie stole my lunch money, wouldn't give it back, and bought himself a taco. You went marching up to his table, and before he even got that first bite, you knocked him cold," she recalled. Everyone laughed. "Rod, I love you so much. And I will honor you, obey you, cherish you. Baby, I love you," she finished.

"Do you, Rod, take Nancy, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and cherish, in sickness in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as both shall live?" the pastor questioned.

"I do," Rod answered.

"And do you Nancy, take Rod, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?" the pastor asked again.

"I do," Nancy confirmed. They were given their rings.

"Repeat after me," the man instructed. "With this ring, I thee wed," he stated.

"With this ring, I thee wed," Rod echoed, slipping the ring onto her finger. Then it was Nancy's turn.

"With this ring, I thee wed," the man said again.

"With this ring, I thee wed," Nancy repeated.

"By the powers invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," the man intoned. Rod and Nancy kissed. Then, they walked out of the church, where the bouquet and garter-belt were thrown. After this, they went to Rod's mustang. Then, waving to the small group, they drove off.

THE END