Two hours later:
The reception consisted of a beautifully set meal and music for the twenty eight family and friends that had joined the newlyweds at the chapel. Meelon was sitting with some friends when Will approached her. "I believe it's the best man's privilege to ask the bride for a dance. Will you?"
Meelon smiled up at Will. "Of course, I am honored." Will held out her hand and led Meelon to the dance floor. Will took Meelon into his arms. Will looked into Meelon's eyes and a feeling of calm overcame him. In that instant, Will understood Vaughn's feelings for this woman.
Meelon smiled, "I finally realized where I have seen you before."
Will looked puzzled. He had heard a lot about this woman from Vaughn over the year they had dated. But they had met for the first time at the rehearsal last night.
Meelon continued "...Michael has a picture of you and two woman on his mantle." Will smiled; he knew the picture of Sydney, Francine and himself, in the picture frame Sydney had received from Vaughn that Christmas.
"You know. Michael doesn't talk a lot about his LA friends. In fact, I was fairly surprised that he wanted to have the wedding here."
"Well, his mother doesn't travel very easily these days."
"I know... you're right... it's just that... well, you're here... his best man... but... I don't see either of the two women from the picture." Meelon's gaze bored into his eyes. Will felt as if he should answer, tell her something...
"It's just that in the picture, it seems like you are all friends... very close."
"Well, yes...we were... are... uh..." Meelon continued to keep eye contact with Will and he felt compelled to return the gaze. "Who are they, Will?"
At that moment, the song ended and one of the couples on the dance floor, knocked into Will and his eyes broke their contact with Meelon.
"Um... Meelon..." Will spoke without looking at the bride. "....I don't think that I can give you that information. If Vaughn wants to tell you about those women... he will... I can't... I, uh... thanks for the dance." Will left Meelon's side. As he worked his way away from her he looked back, over his shoulder and saw the puzzled look on her face.
Ten minutes later, Weiss found Will at the bar. "You look spooked Will. What's up?"
Will was silent for a bit. "Weiss, did anyone bother to do a background check on that woman?"
"Why Will? Vaughn's
not CIA any more."
"I know... I don't know... We were talking... I felt like I was being
interrogated." The name 'Sark'
ran its way around and through the back of Will's head.
"Will... what's going on up there?" Weiss looked at Will trying to get him to talk.
"I don't know... probably just being paranoid."
"Will, I have worked with you now for two years. I have learned that your gut instincts are better than a lot of agent's educated guesses. I rely on your instincts to keep me out of trouble."
"No Weiss, not this time. Vaughn is happy with her. Look at them." The two men watched as Vaughn and Meelon danced together, laughing and talking and kissing. "He truly loves her Weiss."
"Yeah." Both men remained silent, watching the couple, until Weiss spoke up... "Should be Sydney out there..."
"Yeah." Was all Will could reply.
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To be continued!
A/N: I hope you are not too mad at me yet. I had to keep with the clues from the season finally episode. Anyway, I hope you are enjoying. I have a few more chapters in mind and I think this is going to continue after the "two years" are up. Well, of course, if you want to encourage me in any way, you could send me a review. Thanks to all who have.