Greg House was pacing back and forth in the conference room, where the guys were getting ready for the ceremony, only stopping every few minutes to look out the window into the gorgeous fall afternoon.
Wilson looked up from tying his shoes.
"Jesus, Greg. You're making me nervous, and I've already done this three times. Cut it out."
House paused, sighed, and went over to where a floor length mirror had been set up.
"I'm going to walk out there, and then she'll come down the aisle, and then she'll look at me and ask her self why the hell she is marrying this old geezer with the gimpy leg…"
Wilson stopped again and looked at House.
"Dear God man, get a hold of your self. You're a surgeon…nothing shakes you. It's Allison, Greg. She loves you…none of us can figure out why, but she does. You're one lucky bastard, and you should stop second guessing it."
Once again, Greg sighed.
"Don't know why I'm scared…"
He looked in the mirror, squared his shoulders, and cocked his head to the side.
"Damn straight. Best doctor in the world, I am. No silly little ceremony can reduce me to muck, no sir!"
But then, he started pacing again.
Foreman and Chase were scared out of their minds. Chase was standing off to the side, brushing his hair for the thousandth time, looking like he'd like to blend in with the wall behind him. Foreman had finished tying his tie, and had his arms crossed, shaking his head in disbelief at the man pacing the room in front of him.
'Dear God,' Wilson thought, 'This is going to be a long day.'
A/N: More to come. I know the chapters are short, but I'm just sort of writing it as I go.