A.N: I am sorry I have not gotten back to anyone this month, but I want to thank everyone who left me a review for the last chapter. Thank you, I really appreciate it so much. (BTW, wasn't that a corker of an episode on Saturday? Don't it just get the mind a-buzzing?) On with the show...

Jefferson Tracy watched his middle son's wedding vows with misty eyes. The memory of his dear wife Lucy's death still seemed to him very fresh. He couldn't help but think of her on this of all days.

He remembered his Lucy confiding in him that her little Virgil was such a loving boy, she was certain that he would be the one to marry first out of all her boys. Of course, she hadn't lived to see her youngest grow and develop, but all the same, she had been right. Lucy would have loved to have been here to witness this day, Jeff thought. Lucy would have thought the world of Isla. Watching the two young people, looking intently into each other's eyes as they exchanged vows and rings, it was clear that they had eyes for no one but one another. Isla had such love in her eyes as she gazed at Virgil; and Jeff couldn't help but smile at the look on his son's face. A look compounded of adoration, determination and humility. Oh yes, Virgil's heart was well and truly lost.

They partied on the beach and by the pool, and later, as the sun started to head towards the horizon, the coloured lights were switched on, and Jeff and Taylor took charge of the barbecue. Whilst Alan strummed lightly on his guitar, singing softly, trying not to notice the enticing aromas coming from the barbecue as his father and Lee worked, Virgil and Isla had their first dance as a couple, swaying together gently, barely moving, and gazing into each other's eyes, just savouring the moment. They were soon joined by Scott and Kayo, Gordon and Penny, and after a pause, Howard led Wendy onto the sand and they too joined in the gentle waltz that Alan was strumming on his guitar.

John watched the couples dancing on the sand, a lump in his throat. He was happy for Virgil, and for Scott and Gordon too, but thoughts of what could have been kept thrusting themselves into his mind. Try as he might, his own heart was still lost to him, but Ellie Yeates was forever out of reach…safe and happy in her convent. He had learned not to think of her, but occasionally, things happened to remind him of what he had lost. The one who had gotten away from him. Perhaps Ellie was the reason he had never got serious about Ridley. Ridley was good company and pretty good fun, but there was a side to her that disturbed John a little bit. She had a ruthless side to her nature that seemed to override common sense or even fellow feeling. She was a good mate, but not marriageable material. Not for John at any rate. Not after seeing Virgil and Isla together, and Gordon and Penny. What he observed he still felt for Ellie, in spite of her unflattering decision to become a nun. He did not feel the same way about Ridley. Ultimately that was why he had decided not to invite her to the celebrations. He did not want her to start getting ideas. He decided to go and talk to Brains, who was looking slightly ill-at-ease, before anyone suggested he join in the dancing.

Brains was sitting on the top step of the patio, a bottle of water in his hand, absorbing everything going on around him. He looked up as John approached and shuffled aside to make room for John to perch beside him.

"You alright Brains?"

Brains nodded, taking a swig of water from his bottle.

"MmmHmm. Just…thinking, you know."

"Have you ever considered matrimony, Brains?"

Brains mouth cracked into a half smile.

"Oh…f-f-frequently of late."

John's eyes widened suddenly.

"Moffie?"

Brains coloured slightly and shrugged.

"I l-l-like her a lot. We…we get on really well, but we are both d-dedicated to our own jobs. I would never leave Tracy Island or International Rescue, and I couldn't ask her to give up her job either."

"Perhaps she wouldn't have to give up her job. There is often more than one way to deal with things like that."

Brains glanced at him, then smiled slightly.

"I'll h-have to think about it. I... I'm not ready right now."

He cleared his throat.

"What about you John?"

John looked away, and Brains leaned forward slightly, seeing the sad look in his friend's eye.

"John? Are you alright?"

John nodded, then leant back on his hands and smiled at his companion.

"There was someone a long time ago, but it didn't work out and we went our separate ways. I came back to the island, and she went on to…her own future. I sometimes think about what might-have-been, but not often."

"But the wedding, and seeing Virgil so happy is bringing it all back to your mind?"

John nodded.

"Something like that. Still, at least I didn't have to dance."

"You don't d-dance, John Tracy?" Brains enquired, a grin lighting up his face. "Not even at your brother's w-wedding?"

"Not even then." John replied. "Gravity and I are not good friends at the best of times. Trying to dance would be asking for trouble!"

"Everyone else is dancing and having a g-good t-t-time. You really don't seem to be enjoying yourself. Tell me, is there a reason you didn't invite R-Ridley? I thought you were g-going to."

"She's…She's not my girlfriend Brains, in spite of what everyone seems to think. She's a good friend, but I don't want to go there. I can't. Don't ask me to, please."

Brains stared at John, slightly disturbed. He had never seen John quite so unsettled before. John was the one brother who always seemed to keep his composure even when the world was tumbling down around his ears.

"John, what happened to your lady friend? The one you are still in love with? You are still in love with her, aren't you?"

John nodded; his eyes closed.

"Yes." It came out in a whisper. "Yes, I've never stopped loving her. Her name was Ellie, and I still dream of her sometimes. I dream that we're together, and then I wake up…"

"Where is she, John?"

A tear rolled down John's cheek, and he wiped it hurriedly away.

"She left me to become a nun. I was invited to go to the convent the day she took her final vows, but I couldn't stay. I couldn't watch her doing that. The last I saw of her was the disappointment on her face as I left the room."

Brains patted John on the back, feeling a little awkward.

"You h-haven't said goodbye to her, have you J-John? Perhaps you would be able to close the b-book on that part of your l-l-life if you went to visit her. See for yourself that she is happy in her choice."

John sighed, then cracked a grin.

"You know, you might be right at that. Maybe once Virgil and Isla get back from their honeymoon, I'll fly out to see her. Pass an hour or two in her company and apologize for running away on her big day. Maybe."

Brains smiled at him.

"Don't go alone, J-John. Take someone with you. Alan perhaps?"

John bumped Brains' shoulder with his own.

"Thanks."

He looked up as the music changed. Alan's guitar had been exchanged for another instrument. Both men started to grin as they recognized the unmistakable sound of Gordon on his ukulele. The tune was lively, and John found his fingers tapping. He got to his feet.

"Come on my friend. You're going to join in this party."

"B-But I don't d-dance!"

John grinned.

"Neither do I. This is when we get to see dad and grandma doing their George Formby impressions."

Brains blinked.

"Who?"

John laughed.

"Never mind. Come on, this'll make you laugh."


As darkness wrapped itself around the island, the stars twinkling above them seeming especially bright on this very special day, and the coloured lights around the pool and along the edge of the jungle giving off a pretty glow, Virgil wrapped an arm possessively around his wife. They were sitting on the sand, listening to the soft murmur of conversation of their family and guests around them, and sipping wine from a glass they shared between them.

"I really do love you, Mrs. Tracy." He said softly. She buried her head in his chest.

"I don't deserve you, Virgil. I love you too."

A massive yawn took her by surprise, and Virgil chuckled.

"Ready to go to sleep, are you?"

"I'm a little sleepy but…I have absolutely no intention of going to sleep! She looked up at him and grinned at him. "Not for a while…anyway!"

Virgil contemplated his new wife.

His wife.

She was really and truly his. He was hers. She was stunning, both inside and out. His heart, once broken and shattered had been made whole again. Made whole, healed by this wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. Suddenly he knew that he wanted her to himself for a bit. Just the two of them, man and wife. In the morning, he would be taking her in his private plane on the first leg of their honeymoon. Right now…He shifted to his knees.

"Are you ready to go to our room now?"

Isla's eyes shone. Now they were married, they would of course, be sharing the same suite. Virgil's rooms, she knew, had been altered to accommodate herself, and she was looking forward to moving in there. There was plenty of space of course. Jeff had ensured that all his boys had plenty of room in all their personal quarters. They would even have their own personal living room, looking out across the island where they could have all the privacy they could ever want. It was some of that privacy she craved now. She nodded and hugged him. He kissed her, then standing up, he swept her into his arms.

"Goodnight everyone!" Virgil called, as he made his way back towards the house, his new wife comfortably ensconced in his arms. They vanished inside, to the well-wishes of their family, and Virgil carried her all the way up the stairs, to his…their rooms, and opened the door with his elbow. Stepping over the threshold, he deposited her on his comfy green sofa and closed the door, locking it securely.

On the coffee table beside the sofa, someone had laid out a tray, containing a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne, and two champagne flutes. A narrow vase containing two red roses stood beside it. Virgil grinned as he saw it.

"Thank you, Scott." He whispered softly.