A/N: This is really old from my tumblr. Someone sent me a challenge to write a drabble starting with, "I knew you would come..." and this is what I came up with.

"I knew you would come." Olivia smiled at Fitz as she adjusted her veil.

"It's your wedding day. I couldn't miss it." He very nearly had, stewing in his anger at her marrying Edison Davis, a man he loathed not only because he was generally dismissive toward Olivia but because Edison had gotten between them. Fitz had been in love with Olivia his whole life, but he had always been able to put that aside and be her friend. Edison had needled and insinuated until Olivia talked to him less and less, then finally not at all. Fitz had actually been surprised to get a wedding invitation.

"Fitz, I never wanted us to stop talking. Edison felt like… He made me feel like…" She chewed her red bottom lip, not sure how to put it. She looked up at him. "I'm going to be honest. I need this. It's pathetic, and irrational, but I need this. I had to do what I had to do to make this happen. Please understand."

"We all do what we have to do. I've been doing it for 20 years. What's one more day, right? I'm gonna go sit down." Fitz shrugged, feeling that not too long gone animosity churning in his stomach.

"Wh—"

"Don't worry about it, Liv. My mother always said you should give the person you love whatever they want. You just said this is what you want. So I'm giving it to you."

"Fitz…" But he was already walking away. Olivia turned back to the mirror and stared at herself in her $10,000 strapless pearl pink Marchesa gown, overlaid with the ivory lace that had been her mother's wedding dress. She felt a twinge of sadness that her parents were dead and couldn't see her on her wedding day, that she'd have to walk down the aisle alone. She adjusted her veil once more and left the room with a determined stride. Edison was everything she wanted, even if she didn't want him specifically. Life wasn't a fairytale, and there were no white knights waiting to save her from her loneliness. She was going to be a bride because that was the way things were supposed to go: good career, good marriage, good life. It was all linear.

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Olivia wasn't even listening to the minister. She wasn't even looking at Edison. She had found a spot slightly to the left of his head to fix her eyes on. Her smile was perfect if vacant of warmth. She told herself that love would come, and if it didn't, there was always divorce. At least a divorce was proof that she'd been married, that she'd had something even if she didn't keep it.

"If anyone has any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace," the minister said. He lifted his eyes to look around the crowded church and Olivia turned to look as well. Everyone looked on, and a little part of her was sad that no one had any objections. That was an out that she could take. She wouldn't be to blame if someone else made a good point.

"Liv." Every eye turned to the back of the church where Fitz stood in the middle of the aisle down which Olivia had walked not so long ago.

"Yes?" she replied, her voice barely a whisper but loud enough to be heard in the silent church.

"Say you won't. Say you can't. Say you want to be with me forever because you can't be with anyone else because no one else makes you feel the way I do." His eyes were wide with need as he walked toward her. "Say it Liv!"

"I do!" She said, louder than intended. She didn't know how it happened but her feet were hurrying down the aisle, her bouquet falling out of her hand as she broke into a sprint. Fitz met her halfway, taking her in his arms and kissing her on the lips the way he'd been dreaming of since he was old enough to think kissing wasn't disgusting.

"Olivia?" Edison's voice brought her away from Fitz's lips and she looked at him with apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry, Edison. I really am."

"You're sorry? You're sorry now? You're sorry now that we've spent thousands of dollars on a wedding? You're sorry now that you're wearing my $5,000 engagement and that $10,000 dress? Now that we're in front of my family and friends, you're sorry? Why weren't you sorry a month ago when I asked if you had cold feet? Why weren't you sorry the day I met you? Why weren't you sorry the night I asked you if you loved him and you told me I was being ridiculous? Why are you sorry now?"

"Because I can't settle. Because good isn't good enough for me anymore." She glanced at Fitz. "Because someone very smart told me that you should give the person you love whatever they want, and the person I love wants me to choose him over what's easy."

She was surprised that he almost looked relieved and it occurred to her for the first time that she might not have been the only one pretending. Edison threw his hands up and stepped aside. If he was being completely honest, he had always known it wasn't him. He had just been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Although he had to admit he thought they would make it through the wedding before she realized that she was in love with her lifelong best friend and left him. Olivia smiled at Fitz, moving back to pick up her dropped boquet. "You're not really dressed for it but…"

"I do!" he replied immediately, smiling like he'd slept with a hanger in his mouth.

They both looked at the minister who wasn't sure what to make of the situation. He had seen weddings fall apart midway, but never in such a fashion. He'd always assumed a bride-coup was just for Hallmark movies. He straightened himself. "I suppose you can salute your bride since you've said the 'I do's' already."

Fitz smiled as he kissed Olivia again. Some of the church applauded. Some just stared. Olivia squealed a laugh as Fitz scooped her in his arms, turning to leave the church and the shocked guests behind. At the mahogany double doors, he looked down at her with a smile. "I can't believe I broke up your wedding."

"I meant what I said earlier." She smiled just so. "I knew you would come."

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