Title: Whatever It Takes

Author: WrestlingChicka

Disclaimer: I don't own Becky, Cody, Ted, or Kelly Kelly, Nor do I particularly want to own the last one.

Note: I've been on a rather sad romance kick lately.

Written for SimplyPriceless.

Cody's POV

Why haven't I tried to talk to her?

Why haven't I tried to contact her?

Why haven't I tried to get her back?

It's been two years since she left. I haven't had any contact with her, other than an e-mail from Ted announcing his marriage to Sunny, but that one I'd only received because Ted had sent it to all the employees of the WWE. It had had some brief news of Becky, and some pictures of her with a man he didn't know. The man's name, according to the picture, was Mark.

He's the exact opposite of me. Blonde hair, light, light eyes, a little on the short side, rather buff. Almost totally different than me.

Today I got a letter. A little odd, considering that our generation is obsessed with technology. It was an invitation. An invitation to a wedding. Becky's wedding.

I don't know if it was on purpose. I think maybe… I don't know what I think. I'd like to think she wants me to come so that she can confess her love for me, but that's a little too much like a crappy soap opera.

I know you're probably wondering about Kelly. Well, Kelly and I cut it off after Becky left. More correctly, I cut it off after Becky left. Kelly had wanted to move in, had wanted to take the place of Becky, but she couldn't. Kelly wasn't Becky. No other girl I've met has been like Becky.

I loved Becky. I loved her so, so much. I would have died for her, but I only realized the depth of my love for her after she left. It was rather ironic. I realized that I would have died to have her back, would have done anything to know where she was, would have given anything to take back time. But I couldn't.

So I'd gone on and dated other girls. But none of them were right for me.

I decided I'd go to Becky's wedding at the very last minute. I could at least see her one last time…

Becky's POV

Why am I not happy?

Why am I so sad?

Why am I so….so….dead inside?

A wedding is supposed to be happy, I suppose. Then why am I crying?

I'll stain the dress if I keep this up. That wouldn't do.

My God, why am I worrying so much about the damn dress? The dress doesn't matter, I don't give a shit about the dress.

It's taken me two years of feeling dead to realize that I still love Cody. I've no idea why I'm here at this church today, I've no idea why I'm marrying this man that I don't even know that well, I've no idea why I invited Cody. Maybe I'm hoping he'll burst in confessing his undying love for me, and then we'll get married instead of me marrying this man. I can't even remember the man's name!

But what I want to happen is most likely not going to happen. I mean, things like that don't happen in real life, they only happen in trashy romance novels and shitty soap operas.

Maybe if I take enough of this Advil, I'll go into a haze and get this over with. Maybe that's the best solution…

Normal POV

Becky was in a medicine induced haze as she walked down the aisle. Everyone commented on how beautiful she was, about how sweet she and the groom looked together. Normal wedding chatter ensued as the vows were said. Finally, the minister got to the part where he asked if anyone objected to this union.

Cody's POV

The wedding was almost over by the time I got there. The preacher had gotten to the 'does anyone object' part of his whole speech when I burst through the doors. I surprised even myself by saying,

"I object!"

Becky's POV

The Advil had worn off when Cody got there. He came in at a run, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He'd obviously only just decided to come.

He objected. I was saved.

Cody's POV

Everyone in the church turned to stare at me. I cleared my throat and began.

"I'm sorry, Becky," I began. "I really and truly am. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to make this right. I know we haven't talked at all in two years, but I wanted to. And I thought about you every day for two years. I don't know what possessed me to drift away from you. I love you, Becky. I always have loved you, and I always have. I want to….I want…I don't know how to say this. I really don't."

Becky was crying as I came up to her. I brushed some hair from her face.

"I love you," I said. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you know that."

I kissed her. Then I left.

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