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Bells ring from the Central Park. Hundreds of jasmine flowers line the trees and sidewalks, leading to the bridge over the lake. People are talking excitedly and there are familiar faces both alive and dead in the crowd. Lorne is handling the guests, checking for their invitations.

Lorne: Mayor Richard Wilkins, check. Come in and have a blast, sweetcheeks!

Mayor: Well, golly, aren't you the interesting fellow! laughs

Gazing briefly at the former mayor of Sunnydale, Giles steps up.

Giles: Rupert Giles.

Lorne: Tally ho! Come in and have yourself a cup of tea and a scone!

Giles: Yes, thank you.

The rest of the guests went on like this: Glory, Xander, Willow, the Master, the Slayers, The First, Drusilla, Warren, Jonathan, Adam, Jasmine, Lilah, Hamilton, and Holland Manners.

Drusilla: Ooh, Miss Edith says the stars are smiling at us! reaches out the sky

Suddenly, several stars from the sky fall and land on the ground. The fallen stars turn into human bodies glowing with ethereal light.

Dawn: Look, Buffy, it's Mom!

Buffy: spins around, tears welling up in her eyes Mom...

Joyce: Hello, my dears. Angel invited me and I just had to come.

Buffy and Dawn run to their mother, hugging her. "Aww," the crowd sighs happily.

Xander: Anya?

Anya: smiling Hello, Xander! I'm back from the dead, so to speak. There aren't any bunnies around?

Xander: smiling No...

Willow lets out a cry, the crowd turning to look at her.

Willow: Tara!

Tara: hugs Willow

Inside the hotel room...

Angel: Darla, what if...

Darla: Shh. Spike and you are meant for each other. Don't worry about it.

Angel: smiling Thanks, Darla.

Darla: hugs Angel and steps back Well, don't you look so handsome in that tuxedo!

Angel is wearing a classical tuxedo; a white rose tucked in the coat's lapel.

Darla: Well, shall we go? I can't wait till I give you away...

Cordy: Hey! Don't forget about me!

Angel: Eh? Oh, Cordy, you came!

Cordy: Of course I came! What, you think I would miss the wedding of the century? I tell you, it was about time Spike and you got together...

Angel: chuckles Shall we go?

Doyle: Hey, mates, don't forget about me, too, yeah?

Angel: Doyle! hugs him

Doyle: You look beautiful.

Angel: chuckles Thank you...shall we go?

Doyle: nods

They start to walk out of the hotel then Angel stops. He scans the room, making sure there isn't someone else he had forgotten. Relieved, Angey and the compnay walk out of the room, arm in arm in arm in arm.

In another hotel room...

Spike: Mother, I'm feeling a bit nervous right now.

Mother: Don't worry, William. I promise you'll be happy. I'll make sure of that.

Spike kisses his mother on the forehead and they hug. They walk out of the room, together.

The wedding march song begins to play. The guests stand up, turning around. Spike stands on the bridge, smiling. Angel and Darla walk through the parted crowd, Darla sniffling. Angel glances over at Darla and beams.

Joyce: Hmm, that girl looks familiar...

Buffy: Yeah, she should. Picture her in a Catholic uniform, Mom.

Joyce: concentrates Ahh...she looks beautiful. referring to the simple white gown Darla is wearing Aren't you supposed to be over there along with the bridesmaids, dear?

Buffy: looking down on herself and sheepishly chuckles. Like the other bridesmaids, she is wearing a simple peach-coloured dress. She hurries over and joins the bridesmaids

Willow: Hey, Buffy. You're okay?

Buffy: Yeah. I'm so happy for them... tearing up

Illyria: What is this strange ritual?

Harmony: Oh, it's a wedding! It was about time, too! Do I look okay?

Illyria: cocks her head

Faith: Yo, Harm! You look fine!

Dawn: I wanna get married someday!

Buffy: Yes, 40 years from now.

Cordy: chuckles and smiles that million dollars smile of her Hiya, Buffy...

On the other side...

Andrew: crying I'm so happy for them...

Lorne: There, there. pats Andrew on the back

Wesley: stands, his back rigid. Yes, quite. They certainly make a beautiful couple.

Gunn: Yep.

Xander: looks over at Anya standing in the crowd and smiles

Groosalugg: looks confused Angel and Spike are becoming one together? Can two men do that?

Angel arrives at end of the aisle. Looking at Spike, he smiles happily.

Angel: whispers You look so handsome.

Spike: blushes

Spike is wearing a gray tuxedo with a white rose tucked away in the coat's lapel, just like Angel's. They gaze at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

Caleb: clears throat

Angel: Oh, go on.

Caleb: Friends and family, we are gathered here to see those sinful two join as one.

Buffy: holds up her precious scythe, glares threateningly at the priest

Caleb: notices and smiles nervously

Every male in the crowd crosses his legs. Caleb goes on for quite a while. Finally, the moment comes.

Caleb: Angel, do you take this man as your lawful husband?

Angel: smiling I do.

Connor: steps up and hands his father a ring made of white gold

Angel: slides the ring on Spike's hand

Caleb: Spike, do you take this man as your lawful husband?

Spike: I do.

Clem: hands Spike the exact copy of the white gold ring

Spike: slides the ring on Angel's finger

Caleb: You may kiss.

Angel and Spike kiss, the crowd cheering. They quickly walk through the crowd, rice landing in their hair. White doves fly into the night.

At the reception...Lorne and Billy Idol are singing duels.

Everyone is standing from their dinner tables, staring expectantly at Connor.

Connor: clears throat To my two dads... As you slide down the bannister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.

Everyone in the room laughs.

On the dance floor...

Mayor: Goshdarn, guys, have a good life! Why, I remember when Edna Mae and I were married...well, you youngsters wouldn't want to hear a old geezer talk about the past, would you? laughs and joins the dancing crowd. He dances the jitterbug with Glory

Angel and Spike look at each other tenderly. Holland Manners and Lilah clear their throats.

Holland: Well. This is rather interesting. No hard feelings, I hope.

Angel: Sure. shrugs

Lilah: smiles coldly Have a happy life...

Holland and Lilah walk off, sipping from their champagne glasses.

The First (in Buffy form): From beneath, I devour!

Warren: Oh, cram it! argues with the First, both walking off

Jonathan: You guys...what can I say? shakes hands with both Angel and Spike and joins Warren

The Master: Well, Angelus. I like your tuxedo. leaves and taunts Buffy, annoying her

Giles: Well, old chaps. I must say this was quite an interesting event. I do hope you gentlemen will be happy together. sips from his cup of tea and walks off

Drusilla: The darkness is falling over us! Oh, don't be short with me... suddenly snaps back to reality Spike, Angel... lost back in her insanity and wanders off

Adam: Hostile 17. acknowledges Spike's presence and walks off

Tara: Y-you guys, I'm so happy for you!

Willow: beams happily

Anya: Yes, I feel the same way. Are you going to make mad gay sex soon? makes a gesture with her fingers

Xander: Ahn! looks embarrassed

Willow and Xander along with their old lovers walk off, joining the dancing crowd.

Jasmine: Angel...Spike. My heart is filled with nothing but love for both of you. I have a nice yellow shirt for you. hands Angel a wrapped gift

Hamilton: snorts derisively at Spike, jealous I hope you gentlemen are happy. Angel, you don't know what you're missing out on! stalks off

Groo: Angel. Spike. Are you going to interlock soon?

Angel: embarrassed Groo!

Groo: Anya told me I should observe you and Spike participating in the holy interlocking... wanders off, pondering and is oddly interested in the idea

Joyce: Angel, I'm so happy for you! And Spike...you certainly have come a long way from the day when I hit you on the head with that ax...

Spike: Thanks, Joyce. hugs her

Joyce walks off with Darla and Spike's mother, their arms linked together.

Lorne: walks up to Angel Say, Angelcakes, do you know who that guy is? referring to the overweight man with curly red hair dancing like a fool on the middle of the floor

Angel: I think his name is Hoss or something...

Spike: Yeah, that one's an odd fellow. Keeps calling himself "Dungeonmaster Hoss" or something.

Angel: chuckles Well, Spike, shall we take our first dance? holds out an arm

Spike: We shall. takes the arm

They dance their first dance, together, to the slow music. Spike is resting his head on Angel's chest.

Spike: I love you, you know that?

Angel: And I you, always.