AN: Well, here is another one! I don't know where it came from. No Impextoo this time. This is all Rachel. Thanks to all the awesome reviewers! You guys have really made this seem worthwhile! If anyone really wants to see more of my work (haha, who wouldn't?) read Beautiful. It is my lovely work in progress. A tad longer than these drabbles. Oh, and for those who are wondering drabbles are, by my definition, snapshots of 200 words or less. So, for those who asked for more length…this is about all you're gonna' get! Love you guys!
Drabble #9: The Wedding (199 words)
He saw her in the white wedding dress and thought, not for the first time, how beautiful she was.
'She looks just like an angel,' he mused.
It had been six years ago that her entire family, father, Karen, and Toby, lost their lives in a car crash. Sarah was the soul survivor. She had called on him then, and it had shocked him. He had not though their connection that strong, but it was. He heard her and answered. Sense that day, it had become his quest to make her happy.
She took his arm, "Ready?"
"I am as ready as I will ever be." She saw something come into his eyes for a moment, but it disappeared as the march began to play. "Here we go."
When they reached the end of the isle, they paused. He turned to her and lifter her veil, giving her a swift kiss on the cheek, which she returned.
'I will always love you…'
"Thanks Jareth." She smiled at him.
"No Sarah, thank you." He meant it.
He shook the hand of the man waiting at the end of the isle. With a squeeze of Sarah's hand, Jareth gave her away.
Reviewer Response: Because they rock my socks off!
Ayiah: You reviewed twice! Oh my gosh, you rock my socks. I am glad that you are pleased. Oh, and you would get the brownie…but I ate it. Oops.
Hm: Wait no more, here is the update. You didn't review every single one…so review this one. Go.
Mortie: I'm glad you were amused. Impextoo is a whole person unto herself. Read her stuff, it rocks. I'm sorry about the sadness of this one and the other…but we must have sadness in the world.
Batteredchild: I'm glad you like them. Thanks for the review.
Misty Satin Dream: I will not stop. And I know, no Laby drabbles, I thought, "That sucks. I shall create!"
I have no more drugs, I can't afford to offer those for reviews. But you will have my undying love. Isn't that more valuable?