Chapter Fourteen – All in the NonVerbals (Vaughn, Weiss)

"Okay Mike, look. I think the church won't be happy if you wear down a row of the carpet."

Vaughn rewards him with a withering glare, continuing to pace. "Truly observant, Weiss. I can definitely see why you joined the Agency."

"Thank you. Wanna know what I don't know?"

Deflated, he collapses next to Weiss on the couch of his dressing room. "Please, tell me."

Weiss shrugs. "Why are you nervous? You love her and she loves you. You hired the wedding planner, so you know things will go okay. If Jack was gonna kill you, I think he would've done so by now. Your mom even hired a French American pastor so he, what'd she say?"

Vaughn glares.

"Something about pronouncing your name correctly," Weiss continues. "So with those facts in mind, you have nothing to be nervous about. Actually, you know what? I still know all. You're just being an idiot. In fact, you really get on my nerves."

His jaw drops. "Thanks, man. That's exactly what I need to hear right now."

"I agree," Weiss replies smugly. "But seriously, you have less than half an hour left and if you don't finish getting dressed soon, I'm thinking all three Bristows will kill you." He pauses. "Let me see your vows."

"What?"

"Your vows, Mike. I wanna see 'em."

"Why?"

He rolls his eyes. "Because when you're up there and you forget a word, I fully intend to mock you for it." Because picking on me seems to relax you, so Pick On Weiss Day it is.

Sighing deeply, Vaughn pulls a folded sheet of paper out of a drawer, handing it to him before grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger. Quickly, he kills the smile threatening to spread across his face before Weiss can see it.

"I can't read these! What the…" he pauses, eyes narrowing. "They're in French!"

"Tu m'énerves," Vaughn mutters, fighting the urge to laugh.

"What? Okay, now you're just being cute."

Busily adjusting his tie, Vaughn turns back to smirk at his friend. "I said, 'Once again, your powers of observation amaze me.'" I know what you're doing, Eric. Maybe someday I can thank you properly.

"Uh-huh. Sure." My job is accomplished and Mike doesn't have a clue. Damn, I'm good.

A knock on the door startles them both. "You ready?"

He beams. "Oui, Maman. Définitivement."

- to be continued -

Coming up next… is that an organ I hear?

Also To Come: The Weiss, The March, The Vows, The Rings, The Limo Ride, The Toast, The Reception, (all two parts!), The Wedding Planner and anything else beginning with The. Except certain things because, you know, PG rating.

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Review Responses

Twin*muse: I confess. I adore the Willage. If Vaughn wasn't around, I wouldn't have minded him and Syd. Of course, since Vaughn is around, well… lol

Jaryn: Me either!

Nattie700: But I'm sooo close! SO CLOSE! (The author is freaking out over here.)

Sallene: Will is just adored. I don't understand people that find him annoying. Like I said, if that were true, the Bristows would've whacked him. lol

K4e: :gushes: thank you!

WishingStar: The fic I'm writing now (hey, I've been done with this one for ages!) is totally in that angst vein. But I think they deserve a moderately normal wedding. LOL

Hermione512: Some people like it, some people are like, "No! Now it's not funny!" It amuses me. lol

Kat27: There's a tiny detail concerning Will and bluffing that people seem to have forgotten. Taken into perspective, it puts poor Weiss in an unflattering light. ;) And whatever you desire, ma'am! :salutes:

Stock up on tissues, folks. ;)