A/N I am both proud and sad to say it, but I must tell you. This is the final chapter in the story, I tried to stretch it out as far as I could, but all good things must come to an end I suppose. I would like to thank everyone who's read this story this far, and thank all of my wonderful reviewers, your comments and suggestions make my job much more fun! Well, I humbly present you with the next, and final installment of The Life of a Military Dog.

"Riza, where are you?" asked Maria Ross. Usually she would be lt. Ross, but today is was simply Maria Ross.

"I'm coming right now, they just finished cleaning it," Riza replied, grasping the phone tightly, "Maria, the connection's breaking up, tell everyone I'll be there soon, try to stall a bit."

The phone line went dead. Ross shrugged and hung it up. "Oh Riza, late to your own wedding? That's just sad."

Riza hung up the phone as well, sighing heavily. This was not going well.

Flashback

Riza pulled the bag out of the trunk of the car, it weighed a ton. How could a dress weigh so much? It didn't seem physically possible, but there was nothing she could do about it as she hauled it back to the house. Luckily Roy wasn't back yet, and Riza got inside with little difficulty, dragging the paper bag on the floor. Then the phone rang.

"Riza? There you are, I've been calling all day!" came Hughes's freakishly annoying, shrill voice filled with glee. "I really need to know, pink or purple? Or maybe white, oh then she could match you, but that might not look good," he began ranting on about nothing, Riza growing ever more impatient.

"That's it! Hughes," she pulled out one of her handguns with her free hand, "I suggest she wears red, the color you will be covered in very soon if you don't shut up!"

"But Riza, this is important, red would clash horribly with her eyes, maybe a soft baby blue?"

Riza closed her eyes, she wanted to scream more than anything right now. She listened for several more seconds before losing it completely, new record. Usually it took Hughes much longer to completely piss her off.

"That's it, Hughes, I forbid you from picking any of Elisia's clothes for the wedding. At all."

"But Riza, what-"

"No buts! It's my wedding, not yours! Now hang up this phone, now."

"Not even the shoes-"

"Now, Hughes!" She threw down the phone, anger boiling through out her. She pistol-whipped the air, imagining his head replacing that funny shaped glass on the counter top. It shattered satisfyingly upon impact, she'd have to clean up the glass later, but Riza felt somewhat soothed. So soothed in fact, it took her a few moments before she realized a key factor in the situation. The glass she had broken had been full of wine. Blood red wine in fact, that was now spilling down the counters and soaking the bag. "Oh, holy freaking crap!" she screamed, pulling the dress out as fast as she could, no good.

"Riza, I'm home," came Roy's casual voice.

"Oh god," Riza shoved the dress into a cupboard full of pots and pans, where she could hide it. "Roy, get the hell out!"

"What? What did I do?" he said, slightly panicked as she ran out and shoved him out the door.

Flashback end

And that was why she was at the drycleaners today. Pulling the now perfectly white wedding dress into the back of a car, and yelling at Havoc.

"Start driving already, 5 more minutes and they'll start without me," Riza said in a panic.

"Lets see, it's Tuesday, so the roads should be clear of cops for a while longer," Havoc mused, starting up the car, "no sweat."

"…I'll just pretend I didn't hear that first bit."

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Riza ran out of the car, luckily she wasn't in her high heels yet. Maria and Gracia, her bride's maid and maid of honor were waiting outside for her as she ran up.

"Riza, quick, you need to get changed," Gracia said, leading Riza too a dressing room.

"How long do I have?"

"Lets see, it starts in 3 minutes," Maria said, glancing at her watch, "Gracia, get the make up and hair, I'll get the dress."

"I think I can dress myself," Riza replied.

"Riza, the time for that was 15 minutes ago. You brought this upon yourself," Gracia replied, in a kind, yet somewhat stern voice. Riza was shoved into a chair, only standing back up long enough to pull up the dress, have it buttoned, and pretty much jump into her shoes. The music started playing as Riza puckered her lips and finished smoothing on some rose colored lipstick.

"That's you cue, Riza, get out there!" Both Gracia and Maria yelled, practically tossing her out. Riza fell flat on her face, first step she took.

"Oh god," she whispered to herself, getting up and rubbing her nose, "This is defiantly not going well." Gracia and Ross walked next to her and helped her get down her footwork on the way too the front, how could she not have noticed how high the heels on these shoes were in the store? 'Guess Hughes decided to go with purple,' she thought to herself, rows of familiar faces greeting her as she stumbled past. Riza finally made it to the front, where both her bride's maid and maid of honor abandoned her, all alone other than Roy and some sickly looking priest. She was having trouble breathing; there was too much pressure. Riza wobbled uncomfortably, she was so nervous.

She looked at Roy, he too looked a bit nervous, but confident. At that moment, he was happy and confident; two things Riza had great difficulty grasping just then. He looked away from the priest, over at her. His dark eyes, his silky hair, and a simple nervous smile. Riza smiled back, little by little, if he could be strong, so could she.

And as the low monotone of the priests voice continued, and Riza stared at Roy, bouquet clasped nervously in her in her right, and left hand. She could hold something low down like it now with her left hand, and bend her elbow about halfway up. She thought of this, Roy had helped her in her physical therapy; he'd always been there to help her, whenever he could. Riza remembered everything, even the things she'd hoped to forget at one time, memories that still haunted her in sleep and wake. And as she looked down at the ring on her finger, the back up at Roy, and she knew she was starting up a whole new life, another journey. It was time to see where the path in life she had chosen took her. And she said, "I do."

The End

A/N though this is the end of the story line, there will be another chapter, as a final note from me. It will also include a preview of this story's sequel, which I have decided to make if everything works out as planned; I plan to post this last note within the next few days. Good night to you all, and happy holidays.