Disclaimer: Just go ahead and look at Chapter 2…
Summary: Well, the day has arrived and the parents of the bride had left in a huff, never to be seen again. What happens when the priest/ rabbi says, "May any who have reason for this union not to take place speak now or forever hold their peace…"? And just what is it with all these convenient officials who just happen to be mutants or have mutant sympathies that pop up all over? ^_^
Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone who reviewed for me, but I must say that it was a close thing to me not bothering to finish… No one seems to want to review for me and that makes me very sad…
Dedication: I would like to dedicate this chapter in particular to InterNutter who has been a big reviewer and who writes EXCELLENT stories herself. If not for her, this might not have gotten enough reviews. Thanx much! ^_^
Scott and Evan could only stand and stare as Kurt grabbed the glass of wine stationed by his bed, downing it in one go {and it had been almost overflowing}. The blue, elfin creature then began frantically pacing about the room, allowing his best friends to get used to the movement before moving onto the walls and then the ceiling. When he came to the fan, nothing helped but to hang haphazardly from it, swinging with it, even going so far as to almost giggle when Evan jokingly turned it on. After it got to the point where Kurt's stomach had started flipping about and sloshing erratically, he felt it might be a good idea to get off, and get off he did; with a complicated flip, he did a backwards somersault in the air and landed lightly on all fours, grinning broadly. Flashing his pearly fangs and looking at his amazed friends he decided to blow them away with one word.
"Tada!"
Five minutes later, Remy walked in to find the groom in hysterics on the floor with Cyclops and Spyke mutely looking on, eyes glazed and mouths almost foaming. Shaking his head, the Cajun walked over to the mass of silken fur, smacking it on the head, non too gently. "Remy be t'inkin' dat de bleu homme be needin' a tranqulizer or somet'in'. Weren't de two of you 'sposed to be watchin' de groom? He be lookin' kinda out o' it." He then noticed that the others weren't paying any attention to him, either. Even the sometimes called, 'Stick-Up-His-Ass-Scott had somehow phased out and lost himself. "Fine den. Remy be goin' for ma cherie. Maybe she c'n find some way to be getting' dese t'ree out o' de clouds an' in de weddin'… Maybe Jeanie c'n help." Absentmindedly rubbing his chin like all those villians that you see on TV, the ex-thief walked out of the room to find his wife and her friend in the hopes that order could be restored.
Luckily, Jean and Rogue could be found attempting to shove the twins into their wedding outfits. Unable to help himself, Remy just watched as Rogue's face became tender as she quietly whispered into Saraa's ear that getting into her dress was the best fun in the world. The fact that Saraa was deaf had no affect on how she was treated, cause the little girl had a very strong type of telekinesis that was merely a side-effect of having Jean as a mother. Her real power had not yet appeared. Knowing Rogue wanted kids had often made their moments tender, yet neither were ready to become parents…
"Remy?" Jean's voice broke into his thoughts and made Rogue jerk her head up. "What are you doing here? Don't you have to get ready?"
His light reddish brown hair brushing against his face, he nodded, "Remy jus' t'ought dat de two o' you might be jus' de t'ing to be bringin' dose who be hommes out o' de clouds an' back to de weddin' dat is in on'y deux heures. {two hours} Dey do be starin' more dan dey should. An' Kurt be laughin' like he's on'y two. Come, ma cherie et mon amie, Remy take you to dem." Dramatically swishing his trenchcoat, he led the girls to Kurt's mini-compound where it was as he had left it. Pointing an accusatory finger at the semi-chaos occurring, he announced triumphantly, "See?"
Jean looked over at Rogue. "I'll deal with those two, but you deal with your brother, kay?" Rogue nodded and quickly moved to kneel next to the now-giggling man. Jean, at the same time, had glided over to where her husband and ex-boyfriend sat staring vacantly into nothing. Sighing, she took Evan's head in her hands, delving into his subconcious.
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Evan stood in a room quite like the one that his body sat in. Before him an image of Kurt's pacing maniacally replayed itself, over-layed with an image of himself in his own wedding tux in his own room, shooting spikes out of only his hands as he awaited the moment when he would stand next the brilliant fire Goddess who had said yes and finally say, "I do." When Kurt had started in on the chandeleer, the image had showed Evan climbing on the spikes shot into the wall, even falling on his booty once. Suddenly, Jean materialized out of nothing, coming to his side. "Evan, you do realize that we're doing fine, right? We've been married for a while. We even have kids. You know, Saraa and Jaes? They're beautiful… Well, Jaes is handsome, but you get the idea. Evan, Kurt needs you now, and so does Kitty." The exotic, brown eyes of her husband looked at Jean Daniels, slowly coming out of their daze. "Jean, I'm ready to go now." He smiled uncertainly at her, "Thanks, girl." Gathering her into his arms, both faded out of the astral plane.
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Both chocolate and emerald eyes opened onto the world as their owners came awake. Immediately, Jean turned to Scott, going to the astral plane that the red shades led to. A few moments passed during which Evan watched the two closely. Soon both gasped as the trance broke and and red head chuckled softly to herself. Knowing the crisis had been taken care of after a quick glance to where Rogue and her German half-brother sat talking quietly with each other, the blue boy no longer rolling on the floor laughing like a lunatic. Jean cleared her throat rather loudly to get the attention of the Southern girl, knowing that the bride needed their support just as much as any of the males could. Rogue said one last thing to Kurt before rising and exitting the room with the telepath.
"Jean, ya wouldn' b'lieve what Kurt's been workin' himself up to! He sees himself fallin' in the middle o' the ceremony an' makin' Kitty leave him there. Apparentally, in his state he finds this ratha funny." She smiled, shaking her head. "C'mon, Kitty's gotta get ready." Both girls grinned, wedding joy was becoming infectious, and raced back up to the attic to prepare the bride for her wedding.
Yet, when they got to the top of the stairs they found the tiny woman seated on a broken down trunk, crying. "Why does this have to happen to me? Just cause my parents decide that I have no taste, my period has to come and ruin everything!" At that point, Rogue and Jean's heads cleared the little floor-hole-thing, and both noticed Jubilee's absence. At their puzzled looks, Kitty merely waved her hand about, "Oh, Jubes went to get me a pad, a tampon, anything that might help… So, after I get that fixed up, maybe I can get ready?" The obvious nearness of a Kitty-sized nervous breakdown brought both to her side, just as the oriental looking girl reentered the big room. "Oh!! Bless you, Jubes! May any children you have live long and happy lives!" Much giggling followed her as she went to the mini bathroom the Professor had had put up in the attic when the four of them had taken to spending lots of time there.
"So, Jubilee, did anythin' get on the dress?" At Jubilee's negating shake of the head, Rogue went to the pile of wedding accessories the four of them had placed haphazardly on the floor. "Let's see now… Something borrowed," brushing away a wisp of white hair she looked at the garter Jean had lent her from her own wedding. "Something new," a quick glance at the exquisite necklace that had been her and Remy's wedding gift to the blushing bride. "Something blue," lastly, she picked up a few of the ice blue asters that would crown the veil/tiarra that waited to be placed on the shining chestnut hair of Kitty Pryde, soon to be Kitty Wagner. "If we forgot anythin', well, then they'll jus' have really bad luck ah guess… While we wait, why don't we go 'head an' get ready orselves. Thataway the three o' us can concentrate on jus' Kitty." At the other girls nods, they began scrambling into the dresses that hung just slightly away from the beautiful wedding dress.
The two hours had passed uneventfully after the panic attacks that had overtaken both parties for short periods of time. Kurt had finally gotten into the specially designed tuxedo and Kitty had slipped into the sensually beautiful wedding dress {that which automatically causes women who like weddings and such go into paroxysms of delight}, as well as the delicate garter that graced her slim leg {that which automatically causes any male who is not a homosexual to go into paroxysms of delight and other such things}. Now Kitty stood next to the gruff Logan, who almost had to support the girl, a rather difficult task when her nervousness caused her to phase erratically quite like she had when she was first learning control. Except, now the girl had matured into a woman and was about to become a married woman still in college.
Seemingly far off in the distance, the Wedding March began playing, and the Wolverine tugged gently at the Shadowcat, having to pull her the first two steps or so until she began to feel the rhythm and became capable of independent movement. Once she was able to move, though, all she could see was Kurt, the dispicable image inducer securely on his wrist since both had friends who didn't quite know they were mutants. Yet, somehow she could see through the hologram to the beloved fur and fangs glinting in the dusky light. Just as the last flash of light of the day soared through the sky, Kitty reached the alter and her Kurt. The priest and the rabbi had somehow found a way to collaborate together, creating a rather odd ceremony, the Jewish part going first. {Sorry if you are unsatisfied about what I put in about it, but I know the next worst thing to nothing and so I don't want to get something wrong… If it matters that much to you, though, feel free to flame} Next went the Christian part, moving swiftly, a blur for the two it was all about, far too slow for those who were one step up above family {those at the Institute} until finally the "I do"s were said and the ring given. All that remained was for no one to respond when the priest asked the pointless question that would be the second to last part of the ceremony.
"If any object, speak now or forever hold your peace." Just as the last words of the ceremony were about to be spoken, the voice no one expected rang through the willow grove. {Where else would I put the wedding? ^_^}
A giant of a man waddled inbetween the swaying willows, even going so far as to pull one out of the ground. "Noooo! She can't get married!" The crowds all gaped at Fred as he finally reached the altar. "Jean, you can't marry anyone but me! I love you. D'uuuuhhh…" The Blob paused as he took in the scene around him. Jean in a minty green dress instead of an overwhelming white one. Lance's old fantasy girl in the lace and silk and satin instead. "Uuummm! Lance is gonna kill you when he finds out!"
Jean stalked over to Fred, glaring angrily, "What are you doing, Fred? I've been married for a while! I even have kids! Why are you just now coming and trying to ruin a wedding?" Evan stepped up next his wife, trying his hardest not to do the macho thing and put her in the protected position behind him. "Just, go! Fred, no one will laugh at you or fight you if you just go now. This wedding is important to me, even if it isn't mine." Ruby red lips curved into a smile as she looked at the father of her beautiful twins. Surprisingly, The Blob had merely nodded dejectedly before slumping away, muttering sullenly about Lance and the death of the Nightcrawler.
No other mishaps occurred, which is a good thing… Otherwise the newlyweds might have ended up dying on their wedding day since nothing short of death could have stopped the passion they felt for each other. When, after what seemed like half an hour, the kiss did end, both priest and rabbi turned to the guests, proclaiming as one, "Ladies and gentlemen, Kurt and Kitty Wagner." The applause could be heard even in Bayeville.
So, whatcha guys think? Love it? Hate it? You have to tell me these things! The author's bribe, ya know, where I read/review one of yours if you read/review mine, still stands. And to find out about their honeymoon, just where they go and something I'm considering expanding… Well, there must be reviews. No reviews, no part four. Which shouldn't be a tragedy, cause this could be considered finished if ya'll don't tell me what's going on. Well, the holidays are almost over {sob, sob}, but hey, I get to see my friends… Hope you all had a great season. ^_^
~The Alciontae Shadow~
