Title: Blue Cornflowers in Her Hair
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Things that arent mine: Buffy Co, Supernatural and the quotes. Things that are: the plot.
Summary: Perfect weddings are hard to come by, especially when you grew up on a hellmouth. Twenty could-be weddings, crossing the verses.
A/N: Because Happy!Content!Pregnant!Faith is my happy place (as well as Disturbed!Hurt!Wounded!Buffy is as well. Hmm, that says something about me but I'm not quite sure what.)

Blue Cornflowers in Her Hair

7. Colors of the Wind

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Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
- Pocahontas OST
~*~

There wasn't an aisle. There wasn't a church. There was barely a minister, and it was Andrew and his on-line certificate at that. There was blood and pain and demons galore. There was B, and little D. There was Spike and Xander and hell, even Willow was there. Angel had showed, and little Connor. There was Dean and the Impala, and Bobby. Kit and Vi had showed up out of nowhere to pitch hit, and Wood had popped up out of nowhere to help not one bit.

When she'd rolled up on Sunnydale six years ago, Faith had never thought she'd make it this long. She wasn't even sure she'd make it past six days much less six years. And she sure as hell never saw him in her future. A future she'd kill to keep in front of her for a long time to come. She threw up her sword to block the attack just as another labor pain kicked in.

"Skip to the end, Andrew!" Faith shouted through gritted teeth.

"Uh - do you Samuel John Winchester take Faith Lenore Lehane as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do! Faith, hold on were nearly there!" Sam tugged her back to the propped open doors of the hospital behind them.

Dawn and Kit were tugging the others through the door while Willow was hurling protective spells behind them. Vi, Dean and Buffy were covering their retreat while the others were clearing the path in front of them deeper into the hospital.

"Its completely warded, get them inside!" Willow shouted.

"Do you Faith Lenore Lehane take Samuel John Winchester as your lawfully wedded husband?" Andrew gasped out as the last three fighters retreated behind the magically warded hospital doors.

"I do! Damn, this kid's anxious to get out!" Faith screamed as the pain hit her again.

Wood slammed up against the barrier over the glass doors, blood and puss running down in rivulets across his decaying face. Other zombies hurled against the door after him, but to no avail. Andrew whimpered but continued on.

"By the power invested to me by the good folks at getmeaministerfast dot com, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Um, you may now catch your baby that's visibly crowning from her lady-parts," Andrew looked ill.

"Get him away from my lady-parts!" Faith screamed.

"Ohmygoddess! Bobby!" Dawn shrieked, looking away, much like her sister and Faith's new brother-in-law.

"Only you would get married and have a whelp during a zombie storm, Slayer," Spike laughed.