Author's Note: I hate author's notes, so this will be the only one ... if you recognize something ... I don't own it ... if you don't recognize something ... I do own it ... the chapter titles are lyrics from Clay Aiken's "I Will Carry You." And please ... do us all a favor, and review!














The rain began to fall softly to the ground, and Adam looked up at the sky. He didn't remember it being cloudy when they left their hotel. Guy, noticing Adam's movement, looked out the corner of his eye, briefly letting his lips break into a smile. Adam had always loved watching the skies.


Adam felt the pair of eyes watching him, and he turned his attention from the sullen clouds and connected with the piercing hazel that stared back at him. He offered a smile, and silent apology.


Guy just shook his head, showing he wasn't accepting it, but he did lean for a quick peck on the cheek.


Adam blushed. The two had been together for nearly two years now, and he still felt flushed whenever Guy displayed affection in public.


They both, however, tucked their hands into the pockets of their suits, and headed into the church.


Guy kindly held the door open for Adam, and followed in behind him. Adam paused at the back of the church, observing who was sitting where. It was a little difficult as the church was packed.


Off to the left, Portman, Fulton, and Wu sat together, along with two girls. In front of them a few rows were the engaged Julie and Russ. Averman and Goldberg were sitting to the right, both with girls also. Sitting in a black cowboy hat, by himself was Dwayne, a few rows back. Luis was almost directly to right, in the corner, his arm around some blonde. Towards the front, Adam noticed the Duncan's, and the Hall's, even Peter Marks.


Guy leaned his chin on Adam's shoulder and whispered, "Where should we sit?"


"It's up to you. You knew her better," Adam tilted his head to look at him.


Guy nodded and stepped in front of Adam to lead the way up the aisle. Guy chose to sit on the left side, six rows behind her parents. He sat down, and Adam sat next to him.


"I should go say something to them," Guy said, looking at the back of her parents' heads.


"Want me to go with you?"


"No, I should do it alone," he said softly. He stood up and scooted past Adam, and headed towards the front.


"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs. Moreau," Guy stood in front of the couple. Mr Moreau lifted his head from his wife's shoulder and gave a half smile to him.


"Guy," he said, standing up and shaking the young man's hand.


"Ooh, Guy," Mrs. Moreau stood up and hugged him.


"I'm sorry about Connie," he said again.


"It wasn't your fault. I'm glad to see you here though, she always loved

you. You were always something to her," Mrs. Moreau smiled through her obvious emotional pain.


Connie's little sister, Christina, stood up as well, and placed a hand on Guy's arm, "Can I talk to you?"


"Of course," Guy said, looking down at her as she walked them away from her parents. It had been almost 4 years since he'd last seen Christina. He remembered her as the little 13 year old who always tried to get herself involved in her older sister's life.


"You know, my parents think it was an accident. That she was murdered," Christina started, looking over Guy's shoulder to make sure her parents weren't watching or listening. They were talking to a few other adults.


"But it was. She was murdered while at school, right? Wasn't she just in the wrong place at the wrong time?"


"No. It was suicide," Christina said, "I was the one that found her, I found the note," she reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet, producing a piece of paper that looked to be years old, it torn in places and crumpled, and clear crease lines from being folded and unfolded so many times.


She held it out to Guy, her hand shaking.


Guy scanned it quickly. It was suicide. And it was his fault.


"She loved you Guy. She always loved you. She was going through a hard time when she broke up with you junior year. But she had faith that you'd stick it out for her, but when she was ready, you seemed preoccupied, or so she told me. I didn't get it because I thought you loved her."


Guy looked down at Christina. She looked so much like Connie that it was kind of freaking him out to just talk to her.


"There wasn't anything I could have done. I never knew she felt this way," he said softly.


"I know. I'm not mad at you," Christina sighed, "I just thought you should know."


"But now you're making me feel guilty. That if I stayed in Minnesota, things would've happened differently," Guy looked over his shoulder at Adam, who was quietly conversing with Jesse. Both were smiling. Guy was sure that going to Baltimore was the right thing to do, not only for him, but for Adam too. And he loved Adam.


"Maybe," Christina said, "I just, I don't know what I was thinking. I just wish my sister was still here.


Guy reached out and pulled the petite girl into his arms, and placed a small kiss on the top of her head.


She started to cry while in his arms, and Guy took that as his cue to lead her back to the pew to sit with her family. He was halfway back to his seat when he heard his name being called.


He turned around saw Mrs. Moreau walking up the aisle to him.


He stopped and waited for her to walk up to him. He could feel Adam's eyes on him.


"You know, Connie always imagined herself walking down this aisle to marry you," she said, putting both her hands on his shoulders, "And you two would have had a beautiful life together," she pushed a wisp of hair off his forehead, "You've grown into a handsome young man Guy, though I'm sure you don't need to be told that."


Guy blushed. What was he supposed to tell this woman? "Hi, I'm sorry for ruining your daughter's life, but it never would of worked out anyways because I'm in love with Adam Banks?" He couldn't say that.


"I know, Guy," she smiled, her eyes darting to Adam and resting on him for a moment before returning to meet Guy's stare, "I know, and I wish you two the best of luck in everything you two may do, whether it be separate or together. And I saw Christina talking to you before, and I know what she told you. She thinks my husband and I don't know, but we do."


Guy's eyes welled up with tears and he wondered how long he would last without them racing down his cheeks.


"We don't hold you responsible at all," she hugged him, "Just do me a favor and stay safe, the both of you."


She pulled away and smiled at the young man that she remembered as a young boy, playing hockey on the pond.


Guy nodded and went back to his seat.


"What'd she say?" Adam asked quickly.


"Later," Guy said, trying to use the least amount of words possible, in effort to keep his emotions in check.


"I'm gonna go back to my seat," Jesse said quickly, "I'll see you guys later."


Adam bid a farewell to his old friend, and looked around before settling into the pew. The church was nearly packed now, and Adam barely recognized anyone. However, he did notice Charlie standing in the back near the door, his eyes glaring at him and Guy.


Adam turned around quickly and scooted a little closer to Guy. Partly because the couple next to him smelled weird, but mostly because it was Guy.


A few minutes into the service, Guy reached over for Adam's hand, and clutched it tightly, not letting go until the end.


The service was nice and understated, something Connie would of thought to be beautiful. Her #18 Ducks jersey was laid across the coffin, and Coach Bombay gave a eulogy, as well as Julie, and even Charlie. Though, when Charlie was speaking, his stare kept falling on Guy and Adam.


A few of her friends from college spoke as well, and it ended with Christina sharing some words on her sister.


At the ceremony, the Ducks all stood together, including former Ducks and new. Guy and Adam were at the back, and behind everyone they held hands.


Guy still hadn't told Adam about what Christina and her mom said to him.