Okay, here we go with the first chapter. More will happen latter, I promise.

1. Happy Days

The apartment room was not huge, and only had three others joined to it; two bedrooms and a bathroom. It had a small kitchen area, a table, a lounge area with the TV etc, and a cot. It was also black. Everything was black. This was not due to the preference of the tenants though, but because almost everything in Death's domain was black.

Roland was sat on the black leather sofa watching the tele, and eating pasta. It hardly mattered if he spilt anything, because the white overalls he wore, having died in them, were stained with blood anyway. So he shovelled the food in quite liberally.

The door swung open behind him, and his room mate wondered in. He slotted his scythe on the rack next to Roland's, and wondered over to the cot.

"She's out like a light Brick," Roland said without turning round. Brick looked in on the child anyway. He also wore the blood stained red clothes he'd died in.

"I know but she's so cute," he cooed, bending down and gently tucking her in again.

"Have you though of a name yet," ask Roland. Brick swung round triumphantly.

"Ah, yes" he jogged over to the fridge, "I used the television to find an alternate – beer? (Roland nodded) – universe in which Buttercup had named her daughter, then I stole that." He jumped over the sofa and landed next to Roland, handing him the beer.

"And?"

"Brandy" Brick finished triumphantly.

"No thanks, I've already got a beer." Brick scowled at him, Roland shrugged. He sipped his beer. "So?" he asked?

"So what?"

"So how was the wedding? Wasn't it just the best day of Bubbles and Boomers lives?"

"Hold it there," said Brick quickly, "we're just a pink shirt away from a gay couple, and I don't think Butch would want his daughter raised like that, even if she is dead."

"Hey, it's not my fault that rumour started, I do my best to pull the chicks, but they throw themselves at you and you say no, that's the problem!"

"When was the last time you pulled?" Brick enquired gently.

"A month ago, but that kid takes up a lot of time. But don't change the subject, I'm taking an interest in your family for once, be grateful."

Brick gulped the drink. "Okay, so where do I start. It all went off without a hitch. Butch settled Boomer's last minute nerves, and once he was out there, he looked like the cat that had got the cream."

"Was Bubbles good then?"

"She looked very glamorous yes," the ruff pause, "but even in a badly chosen dress you can't hide her stunning looks, and it was a well chosen dress."

"That's a yes then."

"Oh boy yes, I'm surprised Boomer kept his hands off her through the vows. Don't get me wrong, it was taste full, but she still oozed, if you know what I mean. Better then poor Blossom and Buttercup."

"What was wrong for them?"

"Can you think of a colour they'd both look good in?"

Roland thought about this for a while. "No," he said.

"Service was better then the reception though."

"Oh. Why?"

"Well it was good for the living, but Butch got so drunk he started offering me drinks, and then laughing about it."

"I didn't think he could see you."

"He can't," Brick said flatly, "but he kept trying until Buttercup dragged him off home, or I think that's where she dragged him, she was pretty gone too by that stage."

"Family of drinkers?"

"They've taken it up a level since they lost the baby admittedly, but not really. I think Eddy had enough for both of them. And I swear that MJ kid can see me!"

"Your being paranoid," Roland reassured, "only one in a billion people can see us, so it's very unlikely that she can."

"So the blue two set off on there honey moon, and that was about it. I have some photos if you'd like to see them."

"Sure," Roland said. He had a good look. "See you managed to work your way into a few."

"Camera never lies, so I'll show these to Boomer when he gets here."

"Gee, I see what you mean about Bubbles. See even makes her sisters look tame!"

"Oh I'm not so sure. Buttercups got a lot going for her in a steamy sort of way."

"And Blossom," Roland said, not bothering to avoid the inevitable.

"Blossom…" Brick said slightly distantly, "she doesn't give off as strong a first impression, but when you with her, and holding her, you can tell that she's, well, truly perfect in every way, and you never want to let go. You know what I'm saying?"

"I sure do," said Roland quietly. Then he sniggered: "You're so in love with Blossom your going to drive everyone up here away be acting gay!"

Brick hit him, sending Roland toppling over the back of the sofa.

"Your luck I lost my powers on the way here he snapped. Too loudly. Brandy started crying.

Boomer was very grateful for Buttercup and Blossom being her sisters-in-law. It was they that had helped chose the wedding dress. Seeing Bubbles in all her glory had helped settle his nerves even more than Butch's 'if you don't marry her you'll upset Buttercup and I'll rip your head off' speech.

He now had his arms wrapped round her firmly as they spiralled in the sky above the city, locked together in full embrace. Eventually, she broke off, much to Boomer's disappointment.

"Come on," she said softly, "Lets go to our hotel."

Great, though Boomer, that's hours away. But rather then shooting off, Bubbles wrapped herself around him again, and as they kissed once more, she put a finger on her forehead, and the two of them disappeared in a flash off Blue energy.

When Boomer looked round again they were above the Parisian skyline. He gulped.

"Wow, what was that?" he asked.

"Something I had to learn for work. The guy who taught me called it instantraslocation, but it's basically just teleporting."

"You gota show me how to do that some time." Bubbles smiled slightly wickedly.

"There's lots of things I gota show you, (Boomer's legs turned to jelly,) but first, lets find the hotel."

"Wait a moment!" he said hurriedly as she began to descend, "I better do your dress up at the back again!"

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