Author's Note: I have not forgotten about this one! I just finished the One Hundred Series, so now I am focused on bringing this to a close! And then a new chapter fic..

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.

Chapter Ten: Marry Me

At first, he thought it was a joke or at the very least some sort of real life example of an oxymoron. Gar stood for a few moments watching her in disbelief.

Rachel, the woman he'd known first as Raven, was kneeling in a pew praying.

Actual praying.

A red rosary clutched between her fingers as she moved along the beads reciting the prayer over and over again.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Rachel finished the last line in the Hail Mary before bothering to answer him. "Praying." She didn't bother to look up at him as she moved to the next Hail Mary.

Gar rolled his eyes, biting back a comment about how he was surprised she hadn't burst into flames yet. "You're not Catholic."

"Neither are you." Rachel quipped. "Doesn't mean I can't atone for my sins." She snapped as she looked down at her beads. "Fuck!"

"Yea pretty sure you're gonna have to atone for that." He commented, taking a seat in the pew.

"You made me lose count." Rachel groaned, sliding back into the pew to sit. She tossed the rosary into the Bible nook in front of them.

"Did Toni put you up to this?"

"What?! No." Rachel sighed, leaning back into her seat. She stared blankly at the altar in front of them. "We're so going to hell."

"Yep." Gar nodded, wrapping an arm on the pew behind her.

"You're okay with this?" Rachel questioned. She glanced around the church making sure no one would see his affection. There was an old woman in praying in the front row, but no one from the wedding party was expected to arrive until three. They had a couple hours.

He shrugged. "It's really out of my control. If the big guy decides I'm not good enough to enter the pearly gates, then it's the lake of fire for me."

"Hell isn't a vacation home." Rachel warned him. "I should know. My afterlife destination is determined by birth not actions."

"You're not going to hell." Gar told her softly.

"I am." She confirmed. "Not just because I'm helping to commit adultery, but because I'm half demon. The adultery just adds a little something extra to my resume." She opened her purse, pulling out a flask. "Drink?" She offered, exhaling loudly as she held the little container out to him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a problem." Gar chuckled, taking the flask from her and taking a swig. "Should you even be drinking? You know, with your, you know, delicate possible nature and…"

"I'm not pregnant." Rachel sighed, taking the flask from him. "I gain five pounds and everyone panics."

"You look great."

"You thought I was pregnant, so you, too, are in the doghouse."

His eyes narrowed. "That was a really bad joke."

"I'm serious." She took a swig. "You, sir, are in the doghouse on the last day of our relationship. What a shame."

"Indeed." He agreed with a casual nod. "And I was thinking we could take advantage of that empty confessional." His eyes casually moved toward the confessional near the altar.

Rachel's eyebrows raised with interest as she brought the flask to her lips. She was going to let him know that she was beginning to entertain the idea. "I am not about to have someone seeking redemption catch us in the act of adultery."

"It's not adultery until after the ceremony."

"You all filed for the marriage license."

"Yes," Gar confirmed. "But, it's not official until after the ceremony. Not to mention the fact that the priest is going to be in his office until it's time for the ceremony." He stood, straightening out his shirt. "So, that little booth will be at our disposal."

"We're going to hell." Rachel murmured standing up.

Gar laced their fingers together as they walked toward the confessional. "We already established that."

"I don't want to know." Toni decided walking up to her friend barefoot. Dressed in a silk gray dress, she held a bag in her hands and shook her head. "Hold unto this bag." She insisted, pushing the bag in her arms.

"I'm not holding your shoes." Rachel frowned as she looked at the bag in her arms. She just wanted to get to the back of the church, get her bridesmaid dress on, sip champagne, and survive this ceremony.

"Just hold the bloody bag." Toni hissed angrily.

Rachel blinked staring at her friend. "What are we-"

"Just wait for it." Toni told her holding up a finger as she closed her eyes. Her finger began to twitch to the sound of clicking heels echoing off the walls of the church.

The violet haired woman stood frozen with confusion as she looked to Toni and at the direction of the sound.

"Oh thank goodness." Kori rounded the corner, picking up the bottom of her her dress as she jogged over to them. "Do you have the shoes?"

Rachel looked down at the bag in her hands. She cast a quick glance to Toni before looking at Kori. "Here you go." Rachel spoke, smiling as she handed them over.

"You are the lifesaver." Kori exhaled relieved.

"Indeed." Toni agreed, bouncing lightly on her heels.

"I cannot believe Terra left them." Kori shook her head.

"It's a big day." Toni defended. "I'm surprised she was so calm about it."

"Yea!" Kori nodded. "I gotta get these to her. I'll see you in a few for make-up, Rachel." Kori turned, jogging away from them.

Rachel looked to Kori, waiting for the sound of her heels to get away from them. "Oh my goodness, you stole the bride's shoes."

"No." Toni corrected. "No, no, no. I noticed they were sitting on the side, and I really wasn't sure what they were so I figured I could find the owner."

"Which you thought was me?"

"You never know." Toni replied innocently.

"Sweet Jesus, you're a fucking genius."

"I know." The dark haired woman placed a flattered hand against her chest as she looped their arms together. "So," She started, leading her down the hall. "Where were you?"

"Confession."

Toni eyed her suspiciously as they walked. "Do I even want to know what confession is code for?"

Rachel chuckled lightly. "Not at all."

"You're terrible."

"I am indeed." Rachel informed her unrepented.

"What am I going to do with you?" Toni questioned, softly.

Rachel shrugged, her lips twisting. "I don't even know what do with myself at this point. I am just trying to get through today."

"It will be okay." Toni assured as they stepped into the room.

Liar.

The small room was a blur of activity.

Rachel swallowed the lump of emotion in throat and stepped into the room.

Pushing a smile to her face, she stepped into the roll of dutiful bridesmaid.

She sipped champagne.

She pretended to like the horrendous hairstyle Terra picked for her. An, in Rachel's firm opinion, obnoxious bun with fresh pink flowers tucked into side.

She sat patiently as the make-up artist covered her face. And even smiled for the photographer taking candid shots of them getting ready. Rachel had even participated in wearing the matching floral robes Terra had gotten them.

She joined the other bridesmaids in helping Terra step into her wedding dress.

She "awwed" and "oooed" and expressed the proper sentiments of support.

She at least owed Terra that much.

"You okay?"

Rachel nodded, holding her bouquet tightly.

They were waiting outside of the doors to the church for the queue to walk.

"Yea." She assured Garth, eyes rolling up to signal at the bun on her head. "Not used to my hair being pulled back so tight." Rachel joked, half heartedly.

Garth laughed, placing his hands on either side of her. "You look beautiful."

"I look like a piece of cotton candy."

"Well," He chuckled. "You are delicious."

Why did he have to be so sincere and sweet? "Thank you." She smiled, wrapping her hand around one of his hands on her shoulder.

"Hey lover boy!" Victor interrupted. "I'm her escort down the aisle." He chuckled, gently pulling Rachel to him.

"Yes," Garth laughed taking his place in line. He gave Rachel wink. "And next time you'll be bringing her to me."

"You all are the next for the marriage." Kori squealed, linking arms with her husband. "You must be sure to catch the bouquet."

Rachel fought the urge to cringe. She didn't need this day to be any more awkward than it already was. "I would hate to interfere with Jinx-"

"Don't even say my name, witch."

Rachel chuckled as the conversation around her faded. The melody of the procession music burned her ears as she felt the sharp pang of nerves in her chest.

"You okay, dark girl?" Victor whispered as they took a step forward.

No. She wasn't okay.

She was, not only, about to watch the love of her life marry one of her friends, but she was going to stand on the altar as a supportive witness to their union.

"Yea." Rachel nodded, forcing an assuring smile as they stopped at the top of the altar. They were up next. "A lot of people here." Seemed like a reasonable excuse for nerves.

"Think of it as practice for your big day." He chuckled as they walked down the aisle.

Violet eyes drifted to the sea of people crowding the pews. She couldn't imagine wanting this many people to witness her impending nuptials. It was bad enough Rachel had to be here as the maid of honor, she didn't want to make a production out of a day she didn't want.

Rachel unhooked her arm from Victor as the two of them stood, her eyes focused to the back of the church as the bride's march started. At the very least, she could keep her eyes off the groom. She heard this shuffle of guests stand and the gasps of awe as Terra appeared. Rachel closed her eyes for a moment, as a hand went to her stomach.

She knew this was coming. So, what did it hurt so much?

Relaxing, Rachel gripped her bouquet.

She could do this.

She could marry Garth.

Be happy for Gar and Terra.

Move on.

Rachel inhaled sharply, watching Gar lift Terra's veil. She could hear the antique baritone of the priest echo off the church walls, but she wasn't listening. She fixed her eyes to the wall past the wedding ceremony.

She figured she had to pretend to look interested.

Rachel wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there. The priest's voice suddenly paused, and Gar began to recite his vows. For a small moment, his automatic and empty tone comforted her.

"I promise to love, honor, and cherish…"

He should have been saying those words to her.

Violet eyes squeezed shut as she felt her eyes water.

She wasn't the type to cry at weddings or at anything really. Rachel couldn't let her emotions get the best of her in front of their friends.

She could cry later.

Preferably with a pizza and a bottle of liquor.

It was Terra's turn to recite her vows. She spoke with tender emotion and optimism, and her eyes sparkled at her groom.

Gar deserved to be loved like that. Rachel could at least take comfort in the fact that Gar would be loved by someone who was determined to make him happy.

"Do you Terra Maria Markov take this man to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Terra looked at Gar. Her red lipsticked smile beamed bright. "I do."

The priest looked to Gar. "Garfield Mark Logan, do you take this woman to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Rachel closed her eyes waiting for the two words that would seal the end of the their relationship. She could feel his eyes on her.

Terra cleared her throat. "Gar…"

Rachel's head snapped up. He hadn't said it.

"Answer him." Terra whispered.

SIlently, Gar looked to the ground.

The guest began to murmur.

"Son," The priest whispered as he shook the groom's sleeve. "Are you feeling okay? Do you need some water?"

Terra moved closer to him. "What's going on?" She whispered, feeling panicked.

Gar kept his eyes to the marble altar floor below them.

"All you have to do is say "I do"." She told him, feeling her eyes water. Her hands went to his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.

Gar looked at her shaking his head.

"Say it."

Rachel left lightheaded as she watched the scene in front of her.

"Garfield!" Terra shouted.

Gar sighed. "I can't." He whispered, pleading.

To Be Continued...