Hey everyone! I want to thank all of my readers again, and let you know that I think that this story will have about two more chapters. There's just nothing really left to the plot. I'm going to start another Protector of the Small fanfic sooner or later. I have an idea and the first chapter written, but I need to finish Untold Secrets, actually for- real start Unrest in the Desert, and work on an Original Fic I'm starting. But I'm getting really off topic. Please enjoy and review, there will be only two more chapters, so I'm going to try to make them count!

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"I have absolutely no idea what I'm supposed to be doing!" Kel groaned. After talking with Owen, Kel had gone back to her rooms and tried to start a list of things that would need to be done for her impending wedding. So far, it looked like this:

"The List

Decide a time

Invite people

Get a dress"

Kel knew that there had to be more than that to planning a wedding, but her head was starting to ache, and she didn't think she deserved this kind of torture while most other (sane) people were sleeping. With a sigh, she laid the list down on her desk and got ready for bed. 'I'll have to ask Yuki,' she thought to herself, as she fell asleep, 'she'll know how to go about planning a wedding.'

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The next morning dawned bright and cheerful, but today, Kel's mood didn't match the weather. She walked toward's Yuki and Neal's rooms, planning to ask for Yuki's help. Kel knocked lightly on the door, not wanting to wake the couple if they were asleep. Yuki asked who it was, and Kel replied that it was her. "Just a moment," Yuki called, and came to the door, tying a dressing robe over her pajamas.

"What got you up so early?" Yuki asked, her hair hardly even tangled after sleeping on it all night.

"I have a problem," Kel stated simply, looking at her feet.

"Finally, she admits it," came a familiar drawl from under the bedsheets.

Kel rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Meathead, or I'll tell the whole castle about your fondness for pink loincloths," she threatened.

A tousled brown head popped out from under the sheets, eyes wide. "You wouldn't," Neal said.

"Don't test me."

Neal groaned and ducked back under the covers.

"You see, Yuki...I've never planned a wedding before. I've only been to one, and that was yours! I have no idea what something like this requires and what I have to do for it, and what's expected of me, and how to-"

Yuki cut Kel off, with a small smile. "What you're trying to say is, 'will I help you'?"

Kel nodded miserably; Yuki broke into a grin. "I'd love to help you! I didn't get a chance to plan my own wedding. The Lady Queenscove - not that she isn't a perfect dear! - decided that she wanted things done her way, and no one else's would do." She laughed, "Did you think that Neal said we should have pink roses everywhere?" she paused, "On second thought, don't answer that."

Kel grinned, she couldn't help it. If she had to go through all sorts of gyrations to get married, she was glad that Yuki would help her with the worst of it. "Now," Yuki began, a light in her eyes, "have you given any thought as to where you're like the ceremony held? How many people you'd like to invite? Who you want to be in the ceremony? What kind of celebration do you want? Are you and Dom going anywhere after the wedding? And of course we need to find you a dress!"

Kel stifled a groan. "Maybe we should just elope," she suggested.

Yuki drew herself up to her non-imposing height of five feet four inches. "You most certainly will not! This is your wedding, and you are a knight of Tortall, you will do your duty and stand up to your fears."

"I'm not afraid," Kel started to protest, and then wondered if she was only trying to convince herself. "I mean, well, maybe a bit nervous, but really, does a wedding really need all that?"

"No," Yuki admitted, "you should actually be worrying about a lot more, but the rest you don't need to be bothered with. Now that you're here though, the things we need to start first are the guest list and finding you a dress. What do you think of holding the ceremony here?" she asked.

"It's fine by me, but we might want to check with Dom before making any final decisions, you know? He's getting married too."

Yuki looked startled for a moment. "Dom? Oh! Yes, we ought really check with him, I suppose." As if just realizing what had been going on, Yuki stopped. "Kel, did you know that we're up just after sunrise talking about planning a wedding while my husband is naked in bed, and Dom probably isn't even up yet?"

Kel blushed, although she wasn't sure if it was embarrassment of the mental picture of Neal naked, or being so rude at such an early hour. "I'm sorry, I hadn't thought of the time when I came, I don't know what I was thinking..."

"You? Were thinking? Excuse me while I die of shock," came Neal's voice from the bed.

"Remember what I said about your pink loincloths?"

"Yes..."

"Good." Kel laughed quietly, and made plans with Yuki to go over details after breakfast, with Dom.

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"I still think that ruffles would be darling on your dress, Kel." Yuki insisted.

"Hell will freeze over before I wear ruffles out in public."

"Does that mean that you'll wear ruffles for me?" Dom asked, suggestively.

Kel glowered.

"Okay then, no ruffles." Yuki decided. "How about something like this?" She held up a sketch of a flowing dress. It was to the floor, and made out of a shimmery fabric. The skirt flared a slight bit near the bottom so that the dress wasn't straight, and had straps made out of what looked like gathered material, so that the neckline would drape, and the sleeves would lay over the tops of her shoulders.

Kel nodded. "It's not too bad," she admitted, "It would cover my huge shoulders, and yet still looks, well, girly. Will it be done in time?"

Kel and Dom had insisted on having the wedding as soon as possible. It was hanging over their heads enough as it was. Yuki wouldn't let them hold in in any less time than two weeks. "Of course it will be, Lalasa promised that she'd make your wedding dress when you got married. Do you think a little bit of a time restrain will change that? I actually sent a letter to her, using the fastest messenger I could find, as soon as you and Dom announced your engagement. She should be here within a few days, giving her over a week to work on the dress."

Kel sighed and looked to Dom. He looked almost as tired as she felt. He caught her looking at him, and smiled. "Well, I think both Kel and I are exhausted," he announced, and got up to leave, taking Kel's hand in his. "I think we'll be heading to bed." Kel wasn't the only one who noticed a blush creeping up Dom's cheeks as he said "bed".

Kel's fatigue was obviously taking over her inhibitions. "Is our big bad sergeant embarrassed?" she teased, running a finger along his jawline.

Dome bent down and put his mouth next to her hear, so that his breath sent sparks down Kel's spine. "Should it?" he asked, and kissed her soundly. Somehow, Kel's fingers had found their way to Dom's hair and were stroking it sensuously. Neither noticed Neal enter the room and stop dead in his tracks.

Neal's eyes went wide, and his jaw seemed dangerously close to sweeping the floor. A small whimper escaped him. "Scarred...scarred for life, I am. Get a room, you two!"

Kel pulled away, blushing, but with a smile on her face. "I think I like the ability to scar meatheads, Dom, want to do it again?"

"I'd rather follow his orders this time," he said.

Kel laughed, and let Dom lead her towards his rooms.