5 review. This is a dream isn't it? Never before have I gotten 5 reviews on the FIRST chapter. Seriously, one of the best days of my life waking up and finding that.

Thank you for all the requests! It's awesome how many I got, and it's fun attempting to put a spin on what others see! But just a quick note, when requesting Song-fics would it be possible not to use Songs written in a foreign language? I know it's not too difficult to look up a translation but Still, I find it so much easier to work with songs I understand fully.

But don't worry CrazeTheWaffleCat, I'll still do yours!

So without further ado, This goes out to Crazy-Pairing-Girl! Great choice in pairing BTW!

Song: Speak now by Taylor Swift.
Pairing: Kico. (Kowalski and Rico.)

Rico slipped through the window, dropping lightly to the dusty ground of the old church. Standing he reached into his suit jacket and plucked some of the old withered leaves from down the back of his collar, crumbling the auburn foliage into dust and shaking them from his hands.

Light spilled from the three small windows onto the cold concrete, the pale sunlight barely enough to light the basement where he was standing. It was small, compact and filled with Religious items and boxes. The strong Musty smell was choking as he wove between the stacks of candles and bibles placed seemingly just to annoy him. He paused at the Large poster of a man nailed to a cross.

'This is just stupid. Kowalski's not religious!' He thought, briefly recalling the time he had gotten into a fight with a bishop over their opposing opinions on who or what created the earth. It had been funny at the time, watching Kowalski face off against this bear of a man who looked like he wanted to pound the scientist with the bible he was holding. Now the memory was laced with faint regret.

I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in
On a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl

Quietly he turned and slunk over to the stairs, taking them two at a time to the small wood door the top. He tested it and sure enough it was locked. Frowning he fished the Paperclip from his pocket and unwound it, jamming the tip into the lock. He hated doing this, sneaking into a day that was supposed to be about a mutual love and the joining of two people for the rest of their lives. The very thing he was trying to stop.

The door gave, handle turning freely and swinging open into the corridor. He pressed himself into the shadows as a group of people passed, all chattering light-heartedly amongst themselves. He sighed and straightened up, adjusting the violent red tie he was wearing and slipped into the hall, darting down it and swinging around the corner just in time to avoid the burly father of the bride as he plodded down the passageway, feet clumping against the rug with a ground jarring thud.

He had the urge to hurl something at the brute, but fought it down as the reason he was sneaking into his team-mates wedding disappeared from view. Growling slightly under his breath Rico stepped back into sight after a group of tittering old ladies in their 60's.

I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family
All dressed in pastel
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

As the entered the hall He stepped away from them and quickly converged towards the largest groups of people, attempting to act relaxed, like he was supposed to be there. He caught sight of Private and Skipper over by the opposite door, Skipper keeping well away from the pale pastel coloured blobs in his stark black suit and black tie. Private was dressed in the exact same way, both of them looking more fit for going to a funeral than a wedding. Their matching saddened expressions didn't do anything to help the matter either. He didn't dare approach them, he could see Loraine Watching them with her beady little black eyes, waiting for him to show his 'ugly scarred face' as she had so lovingly behind closed doors.

The tiny insect like woman had made her feelings for all the remaining commandos pretty clear upon their first meeting, her husband Rob not even attempting to hide that he hated Skipper, private and him with a burning passion. Perhaps it was because they were all drunk and partying in Rogers bar to celebrate Kowalski's birthday when his Girlfriend decided that her parents should meet them all. However, while Skipper and Private had consumed the exact same amount of alcohol as he had they hadn't been messing about with the tactician and attempting to get him all flustered by sitting in his lap or Touching him near constantly and calling him cute every time he told him to stop.

Naturally this hadn't gone down well with the Snobs and they had promptly dropped his name from the wedding list they were already planning. Heck, Kowalski didn't even know that he would be marrying her! It kind of happened out of the blue when the rather round man waddled up to him and asked him when he was going to but ring on his beautiful daughters finger.

The wedding was as a bigger shock to the groom than the bride.

Seeing the mother of the bride scuttling towards the group he had blended into Rico turned and sprinted from the room and into an adjoining hall.

He was mildly surprised to hear tears, the sound muffled by the worn oak door it was coming from behind. Glancing around to make sure that Rob hadn't appeared to 'pound his gay face in' he padded over to the door and pressed an ear against the stale scented oak.

This is
Surely not what you thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say

"Michaela I can't do it! I can't marry him!" The voice was distraught, stretched thin and filled with despair. "I don't love him, I never did!"

Rico felt his heart strings twang inside his ribcage, the unhappy sobs playing him like a bass guitar.

"Shhhhh." The other voice countered, the warm tone soothing but hidden with un undercurrent of stress. "Relax Doris, You said that he was a nice guy, what's wrong with him then?"

There was a paused, layered with hitched breathing. "I don't love him like I love James. He's not the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, he's the one my parents want me to spend the rest of my life with!" She cried.

Rico Bit his lower lip as the maid of honour stepped into to calm her frazzled friend again. As much as he was pissed at Doris for all those years of breaking Kowalski's heart he couldn't help but want to go in there and comfort the dolphin researcher.

Clenching his teeth together Rico Sloped off down the hallway with his hands in his pockets, Shoulders hunched up and muscles tensed. He breezed through the doors into the actual chapel, already scanning the pews for any hiding spot he could take. A floral pink name card stuck out at him from where it had slid down the slope on the pew.

Skipper.

Confusion fell on him, He knew that Loraine's sons would be the best men, but why on earth were Skipper, private, Marlene and Rodger seated so far back? With brows furrowed he contemplated the distance between the altar and the Pew. From such a distance it would be difficult just to distinguish the expressions on the wedding party's faces.

A low murmur caught his attention, sending his heart vaulting up into his throat. He dropped to the dusty ground and rolled under the wooden bench, arms pinned under his chest and head pressed against the underside of the wood. With adrenaline starting to pump into his veins he waited.

The door creaked and cat quiet foot-steps approached. With wide eyes the weapons expert waited and watched as a pair of legs stalked past. He clamped his eyes shut and drew in a shaky breath, heart hammering like a humming bird. When they opened he had to choke back a gasp.

Carefully he edged away from the shoes that were now only inches from his face. Keeping his breathing light and slow he studied the shiny black dress shoes. He could have sworn he had seen them before.

It hit him. They were Kowalski's shoes, the same ones he was wearing when Rico had stolen one off his feet in his lab. He smiled slightly at the memory of Kowalski Hopping down the hallway after him as he tauntingly waved the shoe about.

The scientist heaved a sigh. "I just wish he were here." He mumbled, the weight shifting from foot to foot as he sifted around in the pew and stepped out into the isle.

Rico pressed him palms flat against the wood floor, ready to jump to his feet and comfort his morose team-mate when an obnoxious laugh cut the thought off at the root.

"Kowalski, Man Dad was getting worried you'd done a runner on 'em!"

Rico heard the tense note in Kowalskis voice. "Ah, no. I'm still present as you can see Bruce."

A higher whiny voice entered the conversation. "Ready to tie the knot eh Kowalski?"

The weapons expert paused, holding his breath as he heard the scientist mumble. "Sure."

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door
Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said "speak now"

The words stung almost as much as when Kowalski had told them he was engaged, they cut like an acid soaked knife to skin. Rico bit his lip and turned his attention to the cobweb covered wood above his head, blocking out the conversation and the hurt that was ripping his heart in two.

Self-inflicted anger hit him hard, the furious feeling bursting like a match to gasoline in the pit of his stomach. How many chances had he had to tell Kowalski how he had felt, to look him in the eye and tell him with all his honesty that he loved him?

'Like hell I'm going to loose him to Doris.' He hissed inwardly.

Fond gestures are exchanged
And the organ starts to play
A song that sounds like a death-march
And I am hiding in the curtains
It seems that I was uninvited
By your lovely bride-to-be

People began to file in, Feet shuffling and ever pleasant small talk being exchanged between third cousins and half-sisters of their mother's uncle or something. Loraine had been adamant that they fill up the church with people, witch in other words meant every living person to even be related to the bride in anyway. Convinced with the story Kowalski was an orphan they decided to basically reject anyone that the male wanted there. Marlene, Skipper and Private were there because of him and that was as far as the list stretched. Rodger was there because he was related in some way to Robs step sister. But upon hearing that he had history with Skipper and Private he was instantly thrown in with their crowd up the back.

He didn't notice until the wood creaked that this team-mates had arrived, Black tree-trunks sprouting up and blocking his view of the next pew.

"Hey Skippah, do you think that Rico's not coming?" Private asked innocently, legs shuffling and moving as he did.

Rolling his eyes The weapons expert reached out and grabbed hold of one of his ankles. Private yelped and leapt about an inch of his seat, the droning hum of voices pausing for a moment before continuing.

Skipper sighed. "Look at that Private, you made me drop my pen." He turned and knelt down, passing a stern look to the sheepish looking male in hiding. "I'm glad to see you soldier, but next time a little more warning, less scare."

Rico nodded, running a hand over the back of his neck.

"When the service starts, well bring you up, if you stay low they'll hardly notice and if they do I highly doubt they'll stop the wedding for it" Skipper added. "Till then stay low."

"Skipper who are you talking to?" The doubtful feminine voice asked.

The Commando stood, wiping dust off his black dress pants. "Rico. So don't freak when we bring him up."

Marlene sighed and edged into the seat. "Right. I'm just not going to ask next time."

"So he did come? Oh how nice!" Rodger added, shuffling about in the pew.

Without warning the sound of 50 cats being inhumanly slaughtered reached his ears as the first few screechy notes were slammed out on the pipe organ. Rico clamped his hands over his ears and grimaced at the awful noise.

She floats down the aisle
Like a pageant queen.
But I know you wish it was me
You wish it was me (Don't cha?)

As the Grinding wail of the tortured instrument continued, Rico was briefly aware of the audible gasps that went up. He assumed that the Bride had entered. Weather the reaction was good or bad was still unconfirmed.

A slip of paper fell on the floor. Pouncing on it he opened it to reveal a biro stick figure wearing a pie and in Privates linked writing the caption,

Doris looks like she's wearing a pastry!

Rico smiled at the note. Maybe it was confirmed on if the reaction was good or bad.

A foot connected with his rib cage. Rubbing the hurt flesh he glanced over. Skippers hand was waving upwards, Marlene shifting to her right at the same time. Turning was hard in the small dark space but after a rather Savio like manoeuvre he was able to squeeze out from under the bench and slip into his seat, sparing a wide grin of thanks to the four around him.

He lent forward slightly, clenching his hands in his lap and chewing on his lip. The Golden-haired Bride was standing there, one hand limply holding Kowalski's and the other wrapped around her upper arm, hugging herself tightly. Private was right, The dress looked like it had been made in some sort of bakery. Kowalski wasn't even watching the vicar as he spoke, eyes instead staring out the window, pale blue irises cloudy and uninterested.

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door
Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said "speak now"

He couldn't help but smile at the sight of his team-mate. Whilst Rico knew he looked awkward and stiff whenever he dressed up there was some charm to Kowalski that made it work. When he wore it Tux it looked like he had just woken up and thrown it on. With a simple light blue tie it looked like he belonged in the audience, not up about to get married.

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door
Don't wait or say a single vow
Your time is running out
And they said, "speak now"

Rico took a deep breath as the rather short vicar began to speak with a very low level of interest in his voice. Kowalski's eyes flipped to his soon-to-be wife's face and were looking rather distressed from what little Rico could see.

He clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip, fighting the tremors that were starting to shake him. His eyes prickled irritatingly as he dragged a hand over them angrily, frustration building.

'Relax.' He thought. 'One chance to get this right.'

Oh Oh Oh! ( said speak now... )

'I only hope like hell he feels the same.'

I hear the preacher say
"Speak now or forever hold your peace"
There's the silence, there's my last chance
I stand up with shaking hands
All eyes on me

The small man sighed and looked out towards the pastel covered people who were now on the edge of their seats, eyes wide and eager.

"If any of you have any reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace." He droned inexpressively.

Obviously not expecting what happened next.

In the silence that followed Rico placed his hand on Skippers knee, the only way he could think to apologize for what he was about to do. He rose to his feet rather unsteadily, almost falling onto the pew in front of him.

"Soldier what are you doing?" Skipper cried.

Horrified looks from
Everyone in the room
But I'm only looking at you.

This caught everyone's attention. All the glassy eyes in the room swivelled around to watch the weapons expert tremble. Rather jerkily he put his shoulders back, and lifted his head, although proud to be the source of the gasps and frantic whispering.

But it all faded into the background, the burning laser like stares that scorched his skin, the horrified whispers and Loraine screaming for answers as too how he got in from her husband, who was twice as angry as she was. It all took a backseat to the beautiful bittersweet expression on Kowalski's face.

I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in
On a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl!

No. Doris wasn't the one for him, Rico knew that with every tingling fibre of his being.

Kowalski watched him. 'Go on. Say what you have to say.' His eyes seemed to be saying, the pale blue drawing him in.

So don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door
Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said, "speak now!"

It had taken him weeks of standing in front of a mirror and straining his already defected vocals in order to get what he wanted.

In a voice as clear as shattered crystal Rico spoke.

"I object."

"What proof do you have that these two shouldn't be married!" Loraine screamed, face crimson with rage as she pounced to her feet and glared at him over the heads of her family. With her small stature and toothpick thin limbs she looked almost like a red fire ant, A very angry red fire ant.

Rico froze, eyes dulling suddenly and shoulders slumping. What proof did he have? There was his heart but… It had to be legal. There was a deathly silence, the air around them filled with tension as the woman began to grin.

"You don't have any do you?" She sneered. With an arrogant air she turned back to the vicar and waved a hand loftily. "Continue. He has no proof!

And you say
Let's run away now
I'll meet you when I'm out
Of my tux at the back door
Baby, I didn't say my vows
So glad you were around when they said
Speak Now

"He doesn't need any."

It was the first time Kowalski had spoken since his conversation with Doris's brothers. He let his hand slither from the tanned girls grasp and drop back at his side as he stepped towards the isle. His face held a warm soft smile, eyes locked on Rico's.

"I object."

For a moment Rico could have sworn he had blacked out. The world went like the shutter of a camera, one second he was struggling to stand and quivering in the pews, the next he fell into Kowalski's arms as the tactician raced down the aisle to meet him.

With his heart hammering with the adrenaline rushing through his body he burrowed his head into Kowalski's shoulder, struggling to breathe for reasons he didn't understand. He felt the warmth of the scientist's breath on his ear, as the arms around his torso gripped him tighter.

"I am so glad you came. I'm even happier you stopped me from throwing my life away."

Rico couldn't help the crazy smile that sprouted onto his face as he grabbed the tacticians hand and sprinted down the aisle.

"Ru' 'way wi' me?" He laughed.

Kowalski picked up the pace, the small grin spreading and getting bigger. "As if you had to ask."

Hope you like it Crazy-Pairing-Girl! Like seriously. I am not a fan of Taylor swift and I listened to her on repeat for about 4 hours. Still, I got some good writing out of it, so thanks!

And yes. It is too long. Thanks for noticing!

So… send in requests or constructive critisisim! Or both… that would be cool…

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Yeah, it is skilene.

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