It was a very warm day in June. I was standing on the front lawn of the mansion in a white dress that I absolutely despised. Marie picked it out, of course. Thank god it was sleeveless. Canopies were set up everywhere with people under them, socializing. Friends and family of mine. Victor didn't have many of either. Just Logan, who happened to be his best man. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of those two in a suit. It just really did not fit their nature. But, I had adamantly vied for a traditional wedding. And I got it.

We had already said our vows and those ceremonial things. We had done all of that in the house. The reception was outside. I was away from the crowd a bit, just watching everyone. There was Bobby and Marie, happier than ever. Pete seemed to have moved on as well. He was getting right chatty with some girl in 11th grade. I was happy for him.

Storm, my bridesmaid, came up behind me and asked, "Are you alright?"

I turned and smiled. "I am very alright."

"It's time to cut the cake."

"Oh hell. Is Logan still doing a speech?"

"Yep."

"Is he still the knife?"

"Yep."

"Oh hell." We made our way down to the main canopy and was promptly joined by the groom and his best man. Logan was grinning really widely. "Oh hell," I whispered to myself.

He turned to the gathered masses and began, "My dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to make sure that my two most dearly beloved have the best damn wedding ever. If anyone here has any reason why they should not have the best damn wedding ever, speak now, or forever hold your peace." Nothing. I was hoping he was done, but… "I didn't think so. Now, as I'm sure most of you know, me and the groom here don't always get along. But, as a wedding present to the both of you," he nodded at us, "I swear, I will not argue with him for the remaining duration of this event." He grabbed a glass of…something….God knows what….and raised it high. "Here is a toast to you, big brother, and to you my new sister." He gulped down the stuff. "Now! Let's cut this fricken cake!" He extended his index claw and held out his hand to the two of us. With an inevitable grin, I stepped forward and took hold of Logan's fist. Victor did the same from the other side. Very slowly, and very carefully, we lowered the knife into the cake and tried very hard to not hit the table with it. Everyone cheered when we had successfully done so. As we fed each other the pieces, Logan let out a cheer. I turned and playfully punched him. "Let's get this party started!" he cried. "You, happy couple, get out on the dance floor." He started pushing us towards the place we had set up.

Once we were there, Victor and I both were obviously thinking of our second night together. He smiled at me and gently picked me up and put my feet on his. The song that came out of the speakers was the very song we had danced to that night. I couldn't hide my smile. We danced our dance alone, and then others joined in…but we stopped. In the middle of the floor, surrounded by dancing couples, he looked me in the eyes and said, "I still don't fully understand why you came after me. How did you know what to do?"

"Well, Professor Xavier told me for one."

"And for two?"

"I couldn't just let you walk away."

One of his feral grins escaped him, which was fine with me. I almost liked them better. You know how they say that the kiss at the end of The Princess Bride is the purest of all? Well, the one we shared right then blew ole Buttercup's and Westley's right out of this world.

THE END