Makeover 11

Ken stood with his knees buckling at the front of the chapel as the music started. Joe was next to him.

"Did you give it to her?" Ken mumbled.

"Yeah. She got it." Joe muttered back.

"Good."

Rob and the rest of the groomsmen watched as the bridesmaids paraded down the center aisle in their blue gowns. Jun was the last one to step out.

Ken smiled as he watched her stride gracefully through the crowd.

Joe leaned forward to whisper to him. "There's our girl. Beautiful, isn't she?"

Ken nodded.

Her eyes fixed on him as she made her way to the front and took her place.

She was stunning. He had never seen her like that before. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head, with a few stray curls flowing down around her face. She looked older now, and even more graceful.

Jun was so proud of herself for walking down the aisle under her own power. A week ago, she wouldn't have believed it was possible. A week ago, she thought she was dying. She thought Erin was dying.

But here Erin came, walking down the aisle to finally get married. She glowed as she practically floated down the aisle, to join her now weeping fiancé at the front altar.

Jun turned to face the couple as the ceremony began.

She spotted Ken once again across the chapel. He was smiling at her.

She found it hard to focus n her duties again, as the bride cleared her throat to get her attention. She had been trying to hand Jun her bouquet.

Jun apologized quietly as she heard a few chuckles from the audience.

The rest of the ceremony went smoothly. Erin and Rob were pronounced man and wife.

Jun noticed, as they were about to pair off to exit the ceremony, that the groomsmen were suddenly muttering amongst themselves. She watched in astonishment as ken and the Best Man quickly swapped places, so that Ken was able to escort her down the aisle.

She grinned as he offered her his arm.

"What was that all about?" She whispered.

"I'm the Best Man tonight." Ken replied.

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At the Reception, the disc jockey came up to the microphone and made the announcement for the first dance.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I now introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Rob Zimmerman."

The crowd cheered, and they watched Erin and Rob move slowly around the dance floor.

As the next song began, Ken walked over and took Jun by the hand.

"Dance with me?" He pleaded.

Jun nodded, and stepped out onto the dance floor with him. He led her around silently, sometimes twirling her, but eventually leading her outside, next to the fountain.

She sat down on the edge of the fountain, a little out of breath.

"Are you ok, Jun? You weren't overdoing it, were you?" Ken looked concerned as he took a seat next to her.

"I'm fine." She began, and then changed her mind. "Ok, maybe a little. It feels good to sit down."

She quickly changed the subject. "Thanks for the flowers. They were beautiful."

"So are you." Ken smiled.

"Jun, I wanted a chance to explain my behavior lately…" He began.

Jun placed a finger over his lips. "Stop. You don't have to explain. Joe told me what you were thinking, and I want you to know that none of this was your fault. I don't blame you, Ken. You did what you had to do. If anyone is guilty, it's me. I should have stayed behind when I knew I was sick."

"I understand why you did it, Jun. Just promise me you won't do it again. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I've learned my lesson." Jun smiled. "There is one thing that I do think you are guilty of, though, Ken."

"What is it?"

"The next time you think I am angry at you, please come and talk to me about it. You made me think that you didn't care when I was in the hospital."

"I did care, Jun. I cared too much. I couldn't eat or sleep for days. I thought you were…"

"I know."

They sat in silence for a few moments, listening to the water trickling behind them.

"Jun…"

"Yes, Ken?"

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, when that goon attacked you."

"Don't apologize, Ken. You did what you had to do. You were surrounded."

"But I should have been the one to save you. Or at least, I wish I had been…" Ken slumped over and rested his elbows on his knees. "I won't let that happen again. I'll be watching out for you closer when we're on missions from now on."

Jun placed her hand on his back. "And I'll be watching out for you, too, Ken."

He sat up and slipped his arm around her waist.

"Well, are you rested up? How about another dance?" He smiled.

"Out here?" Jun asked.

"Why not? I can still hear the music."

"Ok." Jun allowed Ken to help her up once more. She felt his hand on the small of her back, giving her chills all over. Her arms gently slid around his shoulders, and her body pressed close to his.

After a few moments of swaying together to the faint music, he placed his lips on hers. He started with a small kiss, and she eagerly reciprocated deepening the lip lock, until the pair had all but forgotten anything about the mission, or the wedding, or the misunderstandings.

They didn't notice that two pairs of eyes had followed them, curious to see if their teammates would repair the damage that had been done. And, just as they had suspected, they had done more than just repair damage. They were building a life together.

Joe smiled as Ryu elbowed him gently in the ribs, and spoke softly. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Ken Washio." He teased, but somehow, it sounded right.