Prompt from kwarner here on fanfiction. The prompt is pretty much the outline of the story, so It'll be at the end. Spoilers for 6x23.
The warmth radiating from the flames can be felt from where she's standing on the road's shoulder. They warm her cheeks, sting her eyes and freeze her heart.
Her fiance.
He's dead.
He's dead.
He's...
"Kate!"
Her head zips in the direction from where the sound is coming, so fast she almost gets a head rush. That's not Martha's voice, nor Alexis', nor Lanie's and not some random cop's either.
It's...
It's...
It's...him!
"Rick!"
She barely gets his name out before she's running at him and flinging herself into his arms. Her arms wrap around his neck, fingers knotting into the short hairs at his nap. He face is buried in his neck, steady breaths through her nose allowing her to breath in the scent that is purely him. She knows she's crying. She knows she's clinging. But she needs to feel him, needs him to feel her. And he does, she does. His arms are wrapped firmly around her, holding her against him as tightly as the layers of dress will allow. The warmth of his hands seeps through the white material.
Unlike the flames, it warms her heart.
"You're alive. You-you're alive."
She's sobbing into his neck, steady inhales interrupted by coughs and sobs as she clings to him, lets her nail dig into the soft skin of his neck. He just keeps holding her until she plants her feet firmly on the ground and pulls away, only far enough to press her lips to his.
The kiss is wet and desperate, her tongue slipping into his mouth before he even realizes they're kissing. He reciprocates with equal passion only seconds later, lets her take what she needs.
He saw the car. He knows she saw it. He knows she was scared to death.
He knows what it feels like to think that the person you love more than anyone is dead.
So he lets her cling. Lets her be desperate. Lets her hold him. And he holds her, too.
"What happened?"
It's been minutes now, sobbing and kissing making up that time, and she's only now finding the ability to truly speak.
He looks around quickly. Cops are everywhere. The fire department is arriving. His mother, daughter and Lanie are all watching him like a hawk, smiling widely. He's kind of glad that they're not coming his way, engulfing him in a hug the way Kate did. He kinda wants to tell her this before everyone else, anyway.
It's her wedding—their wedding—that this all ruined anyway.
So, his one hand remaining on her back, wrapping around her waist and holding her close, the other hanging at his side, he leads her to the car she used to come here, the car that they weren't supposed to be in until after the wedding. He helps her into the passenger seat, helps stuff her dress into the bottom of it, admiring it silently.
She looks beautiful, but he doesn't want to tell her that until after they're husband and wife.
As soon as he closes the door, he runs around the white car to hop into the driver seat. Her hand reaches out for his before he even closes his own door, her eyes shining with love and relief and fear all at once, a storm of emotion in them.
"What happened?"
His hand squeezes hers quickly, but she's holding onto it so tightly it has barely any effect. "I was run off the road by a black SUV. The men inside were from eastern Europe. They were screaming at me to get out of the car right after it crashed. They said they needed me as leverage to get to my father."
Her intake of breath is sharp, as if that was the last thing she expected to hear. He doesn't blame her. He hadn't been expecting it, either.
"I was going to listen. Besides, I had to get out of the car anyway."
Her eyes flash towards the wreck, the flames dying down, the smoke still filling the usually sweet country smelling air of this particular highway, tainting it with it's unique scent, so thick it chokes you.
He squeezes her hand to bring her attention back to him.
"They were pulled over on the shoulder. I had been struggling to get the door open. And then suddenly bullets were being fired."
She gasps, instantly searching him for evidence of a gunshot wound or even a simple nick until she's satisfied and looks back up at him.
"Not at me, at the car. I gave up on the door to see who was coming to my rescue. It was-"
"Your dad," she finishes for him, voice filled with awe and love and thanks towards her future father-in-law.
He nods. "I don't think anyone got hit. He was yelling, telling them to never come after me again. They drove off. I guess the bullets didn't do much damage, broke a few windows, put holes in the doors, you know?"
She nods, her breathing steadying as he continues this story, obviously becoming more and more reassured.
"Let's just say, I don't think they'll be back. So, my dad came down and dragged me out of the car. The fire started only a few seconds later."
The breath she lets out is shuddered, filled with worry, the image of him narrowly escaping death, the burn of fire playing behind her eyelids.
"We went into the woods to talk, where we wouldn't be seen. He told me a few things about them. I, uh...missed most of it. I was thinking of you."
She smiles at him, looking down at her lap shyly, a light blush staining her cheeks.
"He says congratulations, by the way," he finishes, smiling at her.
"We're not married...yet," she counters, a hint of somberness in her voice despite the small smile spread across her lips.
"We can change that. You wanna go get married?"
She's practically on him in a minute, lips attacking his as if she expected him to just cancel their wedding altogether. As if she didn't know that, ran off the road or not, he's going to marry her today.
It's like a blur, it's so fast. One moment, she's calling Martha, Alexis and Lanie to come join them in the car so they can go get married, the cops saying they need his statement as they drive off. The next, she's planting a firm kiss on his lips and pushing him down the aisle, telling him she'll see him in a few minutes.
Lanie, Madison and Jenny walk down the aisle rather quickly. He doesn't pay much attention. He really only cares about seeing Kate, on her father's arm, in her mother's dress—Martha let it out in the car that the dress had belonged to Johanna.
The sight doesn't disappoint. The smile on her face is radiant, contagious. The smile on Jim's is very similar. The smile on his is huge, he knows. The white gown drags slightly on the ground behind her, the ivory runner keeping it from being stained by the grass of his Hamptons backyard.
She's gorgeous, mesmerizing.
His hands take hers as her father gives her away, gives her to him. She's smiling at him, pearly white teeth shining through the pale pink lipstick that coats her plush lips, begging to be kissed.
He can't wait to finally kiss his wife.
The wedding goes by quickly, the whole event practically a blur as they stare into each other's eyes, their vows spoken softly, promises ringing in their ears. A future together started in that very moment before all their friends and family. A minister to her left, his right, speaking of love and life and everything that has brought them here, led them here.
And finally, a thin, white gold wedding bend with inset diamonds is on her left ring finger. A simple platinum band rests on his. Their hands remain in between them, his ring pressing against the back of her hand as hers presses into his palm.
And when the minister tells him to kiss his bride—his wife—his arms wrap around her waist, pull her close and his lips find hers in a gentle, loving kiss.
The events of earlier that day are forgotten, even as Jackson Hunt watches his son get married for the third and final time from where he's peaking around the corner.
He disappears before anyone sees him, needing to keep his son safe, if only for the woman pressed against his side as they walk back down the aisle, smiles wide, hands intertwined, happier than ever.
Prompt: Kate sees the car burning and is crying when Rick comes out from behind a series of trees and surprises Kate. Come to find out that the SUV that was chasing him was someone who found out that his father is Jackson and wanted to use him as leverage against Jackson. But Hunt was one step ahead of them and when the car crashed Jackson ambushes them and they go driving off and Hunt pulls Rick out of the car before it catches fire. He tells Kate this and Rick says so you wanna go get married and they go get married. Please if you can put their wedding into the story also.
Also, I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you were looking for. I know the wedding is very vague and just a few sentences, but I didn't really want to get carried away and write a 4000 word one-shot.