A/N: Wow, this is fun isn't it? Well maybe only for me. Oh well. I haft a do some stuff with S/V so that'll be super-fun. R&R! By the way, I'll give thank you's next chapter because I'm feeling really lazy. Thanks and love to ya'll. Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Ramathon/Ramadon and winter solstice! I'm only going to be able to write bits at a time until the first of the year because tomorrow I'm going to drive to Colorado! Peace out!

Setting: Vaughn's apartment. ((Bwahahahaha!)) Sydney: [walks up to his door and bursts right in] he-lo Michael my boy! I'm over Sark and now I'm after you!

Vaughn: [In his boxers] ((drools)) SYDNEY! What the heck are you doing here! I-I ga!

Sydney: Well I already told you why I'm here, dimwit. We are getting married! Come on. [Grabs his hand and pulls him out the door as he grabs his coat]

Setting: Sark's car, whizzing on the highway. Laura: [runs her hand down the leather seats] dang, you have a really nice car.

Sark: [clears his throat] So, do you want to do? You wan to go to a movie?

Laura: Um, yeah sure. [Her attention still on how amazing his car is]

Sark: ok cool. [Leans over and kisses her]

Laura: [shocked at he kiss] hey do you want to get married instead? I think that would be more. um.exciting.

Sark: O-k. [Shrugs] sure. [Does a fancy U-turn and heads to a tiny chapel down the road]

Setting: The tiny little chapel on the side of the road Sark, Laura, Sydney and Vaughn: [walks into the same little chapel] what are you doing here?

Sark: Let's just have a double wedding!

[Will and Francie walk in arm in arm with Irina and Jack trailing behind them]

Will: no let's make it a quadruple wedding!

Irina: nope. It'll only be a triple wedding because my Jackie and I are just getting our vows renewed. ((If you do recall the previous episode were Irina asks that question and jack says yes. Dang I'm so smart1 Ok back to the story.))

Sydney: [puking in the corner][wipes her mouth] ok, that was very disturbing. Oh well.

[the tiny, midget-like minister stared up at the eight of them] um, you all wan to get married? This will take some figuring out. [sighs] I hate this job. I should have become a bag-boy.