Writers Note: If you have not read my other story "Dylan's Loss" then turn back now. You will not get this story if you don't read the first one. This is it's continuation. If you have read, then please read....

"I think I'm going to be sick!" The auburn haired bride-to-be panicked standing in front of a mirror in the ladies dressing room.

"You're going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. I'm not stressing here!" The blonde cried as she tried to fix the mess of hair in front of her.

"Guys, shut up. This wedding is going to be the best. Dylan, this marriage is going to last, and Natalie. Well...just do Dylan's hair." The brunette reassured her two best friends as she brought Dylan her shoes.

"We're starting in five minutes!" Max said from the door way.

"Bag! I need the paper bag!" Alex threw Dylan a brown paper bag and Dylan started breathing heavily into it.

"Go away Max! We'll be right out." Alex pushed him out of the room as Natalie finished fixing Dylan's hair.

"Ok Dyl. It's almost time." Natalie said smiling at her friend as she stood up to examine her work on the hair issue.

"I don't think I can do it." Dylan said looking at herself in the mirror.

"Yes, you can. Waiting out there is a man who loves you more than anything. Though he might be kind of odd, he loves you. He has the privilege of your hand in marriage. You two were made for each other!" Alex patted Natalie on the shoulder telling her to stop until she went out of control with it.

"Just remember, we'll be right there next to you. You won't be up there alone you know." Dylan smiled as she hugged her two friends.

"Thanks guys. I couldn't ask for two better...."

"It's time!" The three turned to the door and gave Max a frustrated look. Dylan slid into her white shoes and Natalie rounded up the bouquet's.

Dylan heard the smoothly rounded music coming from the organ, she knew it sounded right. She watched her friends walk down the isle, one by one. Natalie on Pete's arm, Alex on Jason's.

"You ready?" Dylan smiled at Bosley who offered his arm to her. She took it without question, he lead her down the isle. Dylan watched as all of her friends and family stood, for her. She tried to keep a warm smile on her face as Bosley walked her down the isle, but the whole time she felt like puking.

But then, she looked up. She saw him. He saw her.

The next thing she knew, she had reached him. And now Bosley was handing her hand to him, he took it. She looked into his pale blue eyes as the pastor spoke.

They didn't lose eye contact. The only time they moved was to say, "I do."

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." He got a huge, hungry smile as he leaned to her. Their lips touched, and never seemed to pull away. It felt like hours had past until they had parted. But it was only a few seconds until their loved ones came up and congratulated them.

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"A toast, to Dylan and Anthony Sanders." Everyone raised their champagne glasses to Jason's toast. Since Anthony really couldn't remember his last name, they kept Sanders. Actually, he didn't even remember if he had a last name. But it didn't matter. They were together now.

Dylan smiled as Jason finished his toast. It was a perfect day. She had never thought she'd have one, but today was the day.

She looked at her husband, he smiled at her. She could feel his arm around her waist, he took her free hand. Music started to play, he motioned for her to stand up. She did, they started to dance.

Dylan felt so free as she swayed in her wedding gown. Like nothing could go wrong. Then, it did.

She saw some one at the door. Some one she was not found of. He was leaning against the door way, smiling at her. Not a happy smile, it was evil. You know the type.

He started coming toward her. Anthony did not notice, but she would make him.

"May I cut in?" Anthony just then noticed him when he broke up their moment. Anthony obviously didn't recognize him, cause with a smile, he handed her over.

"Did ya miss me?" Dylan glared at her father as he spun her around. He looked way different. He had shaved his large beard, his hair had lost that tint of gray due to the coloring, and he was actually wearing a tuxedo.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in jail."

"What? And miss my daughter's big day? Na, they let me out." Dylan raised a confused eye brow.

"You killed two people, how can they just let you out of jail?" Her father shrugged.

"Don't ask me, ask the judge." The song ended, Dylan pushed her father away. She ran over to her two best friends, seeking comfort.

"Ben? He's here?" Natalie asked as Dylan pulled her and Alex to the corner of the large room.

"Yeah, I don't know how but he's here." Alex stared at the strangely familiar man.

"That's impossible, he was supposed to be in there for fifty years. Something's up. We have to talk to Charlie."

"Now? It's my wedding day!" Dylan whined. Natalie shrugged.

"You're an angel." They grabbed both of her hands and dragged her to the parking lot.