The day of the wedding was a bright and frantic day, filled with last minute preparations, panicked rushing to the site, and endless fussing by friends and relatives who wanted to make sure that everything went perfectly and exactly right, though there was no chance it ever would. It rained, then cleared, then rained again, then the clouds parted for real this time and the sun shone over the ceremony, brilliant and golden, turning every hanging drop of rain around them to sparkling crystal.

Through it all, the maelstrom of bustling activity, of panicked driving through the streets, of faces concerned, joyful, fretting, grinning, reciting, and crying around them, Rowan, Julie and Hope moved with a calm assurance that drove everyone just a little nuts, smiling, shrugging and nodding their way through the preparations, grateful but knowing that what was really important had already been won.

They met on the bridge looking out across the city, where they'd watched the wall fall over two years ago. He in a smart black suit and red tie, she in a stunning white dress and red sash, and the rest of the world fell away from them as they grasped each others hands. He was her world, she was his, and the words that spilled from their mouths were true, filled with promise, and spoken with a love that moved everyone around them to tears.

Then the ceremony was over, and they drew together, smiling, lost in each other, and never more in love, and their lips met, soft and sweet and strong. It lingered, long and deep and finally, they pulled away, smiling into each others eyes.

Someone poked Rowan in the back, and he turned around to see Brandon and Marcus, dressed in the same black suits and ties, grinning and looking out over the city.

"What?" Rowan asked.

"It's beautiful!" Nora's voice came from behind Julie, and they turned to see her bouncing with Hope in her little red dress, eyes wet with tears, pointing toward the city. Behind her, smiling shyly, was Sarah.

Julie and Rowan caught each others eyes in confusion, and looked.

And there, spread out over the city in a vivid arc of color, was a glorious rainbow.

"Oh my god," Julie whispered, and her eyes welled with tears as she looked out over the scene, threading her arm around Rowan as he pulled her close. "It's perfect."

"Yeah." Rowan smiled and caught her eye. "Just like you."

Julie grinned and squeezed him tight, her eyes bright as she looked up at him. "I love you Rowan."

"I love you too Julie," he answered softly, and brushed his lips against her hair as they turned to watch the rainbow shimmer over the city, bright in the light of mid morning.

"Let's have ten more kids," she said softly, gathering Hope into her arms and pointing the rainbow to their daughter, her eyes dancing with delight.

"Okay," he said, nodding gently.

Rowan blinked.

"Wait... what?!"

The End


:) Well, there you go folks. I know this was just a tiny little thing, but something I've wanted to post for a long time. :) I don't go into much detail, because at this point it's not about the detail (not for me, anyway), it's just about the knowing, that all is as it should be, and finally complete.

Btw, it's always annoyed me that Jonathan, Theresa and Nicholas made fun of the snow globe in the commentary of the first movie, basically saying that they had no idea why it was pointed out, made such a focus of, that there wasn't any point to it. That really bothered me, because I'd found it incredibly symbolic. You have two people meeting in an embrace over a bridge. A bridging of two worlds - the dead and the living - that changed the world. I thought it was awesome, and then found out they just threw it in there.

Well, guess what Rowan and Julie just got married over?

TAKE THAT LEVINE! ;D


Now that I've got that out of my system, I just wanted to say how amazing this experience has been. And I want to thank everyone for reading, and sharing your thoughts with me along the way. That kind of interaction is a gift, and it's precious to me.

Also, I want to say that Marcus is poking me in the brain and saying 'psst, you're not finished'.

DAMMIT MARCUS!