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Summary: a familiar face shows up on the Lennox's doorstep, five years later. Set after ROTF, Sam x Lennox slash. Don't like, don't read.

Rating: M

Warning: language

One Last Time

Chapter 25:

When Sam woke up the next morning, he couldn't be any happier – despite the fact he would be wincing when he walked for the next few days. His head was resting on Will's chest and he was watching the rise and fall of the older man's chest and listening to his breathing. Sam could stay in this moment forever. It was so perfect. Will mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over, exposing his back to Sam. Sam slung an arm over Will and cuddled close to him, kissing him at the base of his neck. Will sighed happily and rolled over to face Sam, tenderly stroking his face.

"Morning." Will murmured and kissed Sam on the forehead.

"Morning." Sam smiled and snuggling closer to Will.

"How did you sleep? Did you have any nightmares?" Will asked, wrapping his arms around Sam. He didn't remember waking up in the night to Sam's sobbing and screaming.

"No, I didn't." Sam smiled. "I slept through the whole night."

"Really?" Will asked in surprise. "That's good then. Maybe you won't have any more at all."

"I hope not." Sam smiled and kissed Will on the lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, different to the rushed and lustful mood of the night before. Will responded to Sam's kiss and closed his eyes, running his fingers up through Sam's hair.

"GUYS! GET UP!" Graham's voice came in through the door, followed by several hard knocks on the wood. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE."

"Oh Jesus Christ!" Sam exclaimed, jumping out of bed and flinging the curtains open. Will groaned and buried his head under the covers. Sam walked into the bathroom and pulled a dressing gown on the railing. He put it on to preserve his modesty and opened the door. Graham barged into the room, already dressed.

"Graham, why is it so early?" Will's voice was muffled from under the covers. He peeked his head over and his brow furrowed when he looked at Graham. Will sat up in bed a yawned. "And why are you dressed like a butler? What happened to your suit?"

"Driver. I'm dressed like a driver." Graham insisted. "Mikaela's driver didn't show up."

"So?" Will asked.

"They asked me to be a replacement." Graham replied. "Just because of my British accent."

"Seriously?" Sam asked. He and Will both burst out laughing. Graham's cheeks flushed bright red and his expression became annoyed.

"I'm glad you two think this is a really great joke but you have a wedding to attend." Graham said sternly.

"Oh." Sam's face fell when he remembered that he was deciding to spend the rest of his life with Mikaela – not Will. "Oh yeah. I'm gonna go for a quick shower. Do you want one afterwards, Will?"

"Yes please." Will called after Sam as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Will sighed and turned to face Graham again, who was giving him one of those looks. A look of disapproval. Before Will had quit NEST two years ago, he and Epps had called it 'Graham's kindergarten teacher face'. "What?"

"You and Sam... you had sex last night, didn't you?" Graham asked.

"Graham, is it really any of your business?" Will sighed, leaning over and retrieving his jeans from the floor. "You don't see me questioning you about whatever you and Epps got up to last night."

"That's different." Graham's cheeks flushed.

"How?" Will asked, pulling his jeans on under the bed covers then sliding out of bed and walking over to the kettle and filling it with water. "How is your 'thing' with Epps any different to my relationship with Sam's?"

"Because ours was a mistake." Graham turned and walked out the door. "Be at the beach in forty-five minutes."

"We'll be there!" Will called after him, slamming the door shut. He made himself a coffee and waited for Sam to finish in the shower.

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Will stepped back into the room, now dressed in his suit for the wedding. Sam was looking in the floor mirror next to the bed, adjusting his jacket and his collar. Will walked over to Sam and stood behind him, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and smiled.

"You look good." Will said.

"Thanks." Sam turned to look at him and smiled.

"WAIT!" Will exclaimed. "You can't go down to your wedding!"

"Why not?" Sam asked. Will directed Sam's head so that he was looking back into the mirror and pointed to the mark on his neck where he had bitten him the previous night. "Oh shit... what am I gonna do?"

"Wear a scarf?" Will shrugged.

"Oh yeah, because I can do that at my wedding." Sam snapped. "It'll be more believable that I fell over and bruised it."

"Hmm. I don't think anyone would believe that – Graham and Leo certainly wouldn't. Alice might, but I don't know how much she knows about humans." Will sighed. "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know... I can't cancel the wedding." Sam said. "I would if it was something more serious... but not because of one bruise. Maybe we could put make-up on it or something...?"

"I don't know, Sam." Will sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I really don't know what to do."

"I'll just say I woke up this morning and had it." Sam said. "All sorts of things happen at Stag Nights, so maybe no-one will pay much attention to it..."

"I think it would be better to put make-up on it." Will said. "Then it wouldn't be visible and I doubt you want to see a dirty great bruise in all of your wedding photos."

"Hmm. That would be a story for the grandchildren." Sam laughed. "So where do you reckon we can get some make-up from?"

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"I cannot wait to have you all out of my hotel. Ever since you two arrived I've had nothing but trouble and people having affairs – you guys and Epps and Graham... what is the world coming to?" Leo grumbled, applying foundation to the bruise on Sam's neck. "And stop flinching, it's your own fault."

"Actually, it's my fault. I'm the one who bit him." Will said sheepishly.

"Whatever." Leo said. "Oh, and by the way – a couple more of your guest's showed up this morning – some guy called Miles Lancaster and some friends of Mikaela's – I can't remember their names. Oh, and Simmons is here."

"Simmons?!" Will exclaimed. "As in, Seymour Simmons? Sector Seven Simmons?" Will asked. He turned to face Sam, a frown on his face. "I didn't know you invited him to your wedding."

"Yeah I did." Sam replied. "In a really, really, really strange way, I almost consider him to be family – he's been everywhere I have."

"Yeah, if you have a crazed old uncle in your family. I never thought I'd see him again after Egypt..." Will mumbled. "I can't believe it – Simmons!"

"Okay, that should do." Leo said, stepping back from Sam. "Next time you guys decided to have rampant Stag Night sex, can you make sure it's not so obvious the next morning?"

"There won't be a next time." Will said. His tone sounded stressed, with an air of disappointment. "This was the last time."

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The altar was set out on the beach with the sea behind it. An archway was at the other end of the makeshift chapel, with benches laid out between it and the altar. The sun was high in the sky, giving the day a temperature which was hot, but not uncomfortable. Sam and Will were stood at the altar with the priest, all of the guests already sitting in their places – Will tried to catch Sarah's eye, but she deliberately looked away. The Autobots were standing around the altar. Leo had enough money to rent the beach out for the day, meaning that the alien robots had no need to fear discovery. They heard the sound of a car drive up and all turned to look, spotting a white Rolls Royce. Sam and Mikaela had hired a car for the wedding, even though Mikaela was staying in Leo's hotel too, right next to the beach – Sam had wanted their wedding to be perfect.

"So is this your perfect day?" Will asked in a whisper, leaning close to Sam.

"Yes." Sam replied, smiling. Graham climbed out of the front of the Rolls Royce and opened the rear door. Maggie and Annabelle stepped out and Will couldn't stop himself from grinning like an idiot. One of Mikaela's bridesmaids had pulled out last minute and Annabelle had volunteered herself to step in – his own daughter. Then Mikaela stepped out of the car. Will knew that he wasn't the only one that gasped – Sam's jaw had dropped to the floor. Mikaela was wearing a simple white own, decorated with tiny crystals, which glittered in the sun.

"Holy shit, how much did that cost?" Will muttered.

"A lot." Was all he got in response from Sam. The wedding march started from somewhere and Will looked around. He spotted Glen playing the piano, which was being amplified through a speaker system – who knew that Glen could play the piano? Mikaela approached them both, with the widest grin possible on her face. Will gave Annabelle a quick wink and then turned to face the priest with everyone else. He wasn't listening to anything the priest was saying – he was too busy with images of the night before surfacing in his mind: hands, lips, bodies...

"... Is there anyone here who objects to this holy union? Speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest declared.

"I do!" a voice chimed from the crowd. Alice stepped into the aisle, smirking at Mikaela.

"You..." Mikaela was enraged by the Pretender who was ruining her perfect day. She spluttered. "Why?"

"I object too!" a familiar voice roared and Megatron dropped from the sky, followed by Starscream.

"I knew she was a traitor." Mikaela muttered in disgust.

Review please! I've been given a deadline by DarknessintheCorners for next Thursday, because that's the day she comes back from China and she expects to see this fic finished by then. So please review – it gives me incentive to write AND incentive to write will lead to me finishing this fic so that I don't suffer horribly :D