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026 : Wedding Jitters

Rating : PG-13

Theme : 1. Cold hands ; cold feet

July 18, 2007

"I can't do it, Danny, I can't!" the redhead shouted as she paced back-and-forth in the small room that they were in. "I mean, sure, I thought I was able to go through it before, but now it's real, too real and I don't know how sure I am about everything now, what can I–"

"Jazz," Sam said, quickly opening the door, entering, and shutting the door behind her. "There you are. I wanted to tell you something."

After being cut off mid-rant, she turned to Sam, interested in what she had to say.

"I was just talking to Tucker," she started, easing herself into the conversation, knowing that Danny's older sister was in the middle of a "spaz attack" as Danny liked to label them. "He's about as nervous as you are. He kept going on and on about how he thinks that you're too good for him, that he must be the luckiest guy in the world that you, and I quote, 'smart, brilliant Jazz,' would marry a, and I quote, 'loser-ish, nerdy computer geek,' over any other guy in the world. You really should be getting cold feet, you know you love him and that's all that matters."

Jazz stood there in her full-length wedding gown, staring at herself in the mirror. What Sam had said made a difference in her eyes; he wasn't overly confident to be married and neither was she. They were both pretty young, but it was hard to deny that there was a strong, unusual love between them. Knowing that she had someone going through the exact same thing she was made her feel better; even though her nerves were getting the best of her, she felt a bit more in tune with what was going on around her.

"Thanks, Sam," Jazz smiled, reaching out to hug the younger girl. Pulling away, she gave the raven-haired female the once-over, "My, my, Samantha, you look rather gorgeous in that dress. Do I have taste or what?"

"One, no Samantha," she smirked, giving her a look, "and, two, yes you do, but don't you think it's a bit low cut?"

"Danny?" Jazz asked suddenly, turning to her baby brother who had been staring open-mouthed at Sam ever since she had entered the room, barely hearing a word that came out of those rosy lips.

"Hm?" he inquired, turning his head to face Jazz, but his eyes still fixated on Sam.

"Do you think her dress is too low cut?"

"No."

"I hardly think that Danny would agree with me in this case," Sam rolled her eyes at her significant other. "Stop staring, you're making me feel uncomfortable!" Blushing, she swatted at the air in front of her, trying to get Danny's eyes off her curves.

"All right," he sighed, his eyes meeting hers.

"I have a feeling today isn't going to be the only day you two walk down the aisle together," Jazz said in a sing-song voice as she placed the finishing touches on her hair and make-up. "Especially by that box-shaped crease in Danny's jacket pocket."

"What?" Sam exclaimed, her eyes widening.

"Jazz, if it weren't your wedding day I would knock you down."

"I am forever grateful that today is my wedding day," she grinned, then turned to the door as it opened.

Jack poked his head in and beamed at his baby girl, "Jazzy! Are we ready to go? Everything's ready out there." Turning his head, he saw his youngest child trying to fight off his girlfriend who was attempting to reach into his jacket pocket. "You two all right?"

"Argh!" they both grunted at the same time, still struggling.

"I called out that he has Sam's engagement ring in his pocket and he just won't admit it."

"You suck for ruining the surprise!" Danny pouted, effectively getting away from Sam by floating two feet in the air. When he leaned forward, however, the small box fell out of his pocket and into Sam's hands. "Oh, damn it all."

Not opening it, she waited for Danny to get back on the ground before handing it to him. "We have a wedding to go to; we'll talk at the reception, all right?"

"Okay," he said, visibly relieved that she wasn't going to be horribly bitchy about the topic. Instead of putting the small velvet box into his inside pocket, he left it in his right pocket, closest to her.

Taking the other occupants' stares as a silent order to leave the room and get into formation, they walked out of the room, hand in hand. As the music began to play,

When Danny walked to the front of the line with Sam, he met eyes with Tucker and wiggled his eyebrows with a grin, just to show he was there for support as well as to goof off with to keep his nerves down. When Tucker looked at Sam, he made a motion to pulling on his collar, which Danny gathered as he was saying she was 'looking hot.' Rolling her eyes with a blush, she inched closer to Danny. Getting on her tip toes, she whispered in his ear, "Yes."

He looked down at her, confused. Looking ahead, she smiled, then nudged his pocket, hoping he got the hint this time. Realization dawning on him as they began to walk slowly down the aisle, he was stunned–she wanted to marry him? Like this?

Reaching into his pocket, he opened the box and pulled out the ring, trying to be as subtle as he could by doing this now; holding it in his fingers, he took her hand in his and placed the ring in the center and closed her fingers around it.

Looking down to her hand, but still managing to keep walking, she was stunned at the ring that was sitting there. She knew people were looking at her, so she tried to remain as calm and collected as she possibly could while slipping the ring onto her ring finger. The first eyes she met besides Danny's were Tucker's, and he had a big "what the fuck" look on his face, then gave a thumbs up when she grinned back at him.

Before parting ways when they reached their destination, Sam kissed his cheek and whispered, "We'll celebrate later tonight," and walked to the opposite side, where Jazz would be in a few minutes. Danny, following what they had practiced, stood over by Tucker.

Good thing he was wearing a belt, because he was almost certain his pants could drop at any moment.

End Note: How was that? It was a different method, I know, but hey... I don't know where it came from, but here it is.

I only have four left! How the hell is that possible? I'm almost done?! Please review!

- A