Will a wedding go on as planned? Okay, if you know the play then you know what's coming next. If you don't…

A beaming Jemma stepped out of her closet where her mini entourage of women were awaiting her. Daisy playfully wolf-whistled—making Jemma blush in the process—as she got up to stand beside the bride. "Wasn't I right about losing the veil?"

"Veils are traditional," May countered.

"That's one opinion."

"That is not an opinion, but an observation. Jemma will look beautiful regardless."

"Thank you, May," Jemma thanked. The sound of a blowing nose ruined the moment. "Oh Bobbi, are you sure you're alright?"

Bobbie sniffled. "Fine," she wiped her nose. "I am not going to let a case of the sniffles stop me from being a part of my cousin's special day."

Daisy quirked her brow to Bobbi. "You caught a cold in this weather?"

"She most likely caught it from being out in the air after a lengthy shower last night," Jemma deduced.

"I'll be fine," Bobbi assured. "And for the record: you look better without the veil. The flower crown is enough."

Daisy smiled proudly. "See, I told you," she grabbed Jemma's wrists, "now let's go do your hair," she led Jemma away.

Bobbi turned to May. "Do you think she'll have time? Uncle Phil is supposed to be here by now, isn't he?"

"He was called to a meeting," May answered back as if it was no big deal.

"Today of all days?"

"They are claiming it's urgent."

"They who?"

"His new security team."

…

Dressed in one of his finest suits—though given the fact that he wore suits everyday one really couldn't tell—Governor Coulson greeted Eric Koenig at the front gate.

"Governor Coulson," Eric bowed.

"You really don't have to do that," Coulson assured.

"My word, that is an elegant suit; is this, perhaps, a special occasion?"

"My daughter is getting married this afternoon."

"My condolences," Eric said with a smile.

Coulson gave him a quick look of confusion, but quickly brushed this aside. "You said you had news that 'discerns' me greatly."

"Yes," Koenig clapped his hands together, "late in the evening, my men—although I did the majority of the work—apprehended some auspicious criminals that we wish for you to look over."

"I must commend you on your use of the word 'apprehended'."

"I don't mean to brag, but I have been told I have a rather electric vocabulary."

"Eclectic?"

"No, Eric…but if you wish, you may call me whatever you please."

"Governor," Lincoln fast-walked to Coulson, "they are waiting for you to walk your daughter down the aisle."

"You'll have to excuse me, Eric," Coulson excused himself, "but this is a more important matter. I give you full permission to examine these criminals, provided that you do so with the sexton."

Eric was visibly excited by that. "Yes, Sir!" He took off in an excited hurry.

Coulson patted Lincoln's shoulder. "Your timing could not have been more perfect." They had a laugh at that. "I suggest you take your seat now."

"Yes, Sir," as Coulson went one way, Lincoln went another.

May was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when Coulson made his way into the house. "Melinda."

"Phillip," she practically deadpanned back.

"Is there really any need for formalities?" May made some sort of noise in response. "How does my tie look?"

"Do not ask me for fashion advice."

"Just one more fashion related question."

"What?"

"How does Jemma look?" He looked up as he heard a door shut.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" with that, May headed outside to take her reserved seat.

"Bridesmaids coming through!" a very excited Daisy slid down the banister while a more slower Bobbi came down the stairs holding a handkerchief to her nose. "And the father of the bride is looking dapper this afternoon."

"Thank you, Daisy," Coulson thanked.

"Looking sharp, Uncle Phil," Bobbi complimented as she approached him.

"I am sure my looks pale in comparison to Jemma's, however." The bridesmaids said nothing more as they used nonverbal cues to gesture to the top of the stairs. They were gone by the time the bride had made her way downstairs to greet her father. It's not like the father noticed the absent bridesmaids however, his eyes were reserved for the woman he would be giving away. "Jemma," he kissed her hand, "you have never looked more beautiful." Struggling not to tear up, Jemma flung herself into Coulson's arms. With a gentle laugh, he released her from his embrace, "are you ready?" He held out his arm.

Jemma smiled as she linked her arm into his. "Are you?"

"I'm just grateful you didn't slide down the banister," they shared a laugh before they started to walk down the aisle.

Waiting at the end of the aisle beside Friar Mack, was the groom (who did not look as excited as everyone else). Fitz kept visual to the ground and tried his damnedest not to look up as the bride walked down the aisle. But he did. God, why did she have to beautiful? Jemma was smiling at him as if it was a smile reserved just for the man she would marry, but Fitz could not do the same for her.

"Who gives this woman in marriage?" Friar Mack asked.

"I do," Coulson answered. Mack nodded in acknowledgment. The governor gave the bride a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting in his reserved seat up front beside May.

Mack turned to Fitz. "Have you come here today to marry this lady?"

A serious Fitz looked forward and responded with a cold and bitter, "No." Naturally, this response garnered some whispers among a confused crowd.

Coulson stood up. "This man comes to be married to her. Friar Mack is the one who marries her." That got a few small (somewhat pitiful) laughs.

Mack turned to Jemma. "Do you come here to be married to this gentleman?"

"I do," Jemma's response was only serious in intent.

"Is there any one here who has any just cause why these two should not be married? Let them speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Do you know any just causes, Jemma?" Fitz asked her.

Jemma blinked back surprise. "No."

Mack looked at Fitz. "Do you know of any?"

Coulson stood up again. "I am sure that our groom does not know any either," again, more small (still somewhat pitiful) laughs.

"Governor," Fitz began, "are you giving me your daughter freely?"

"As freely as she was given to me."

"And what should I give you in return for your most cherished and prized of possessions?"

"Grandchildren!" Hunter's response received more welcoming laughs. One person not laughing, was a scowling Fitz.

Jemma noticed Fitz's mood. "Leo?" she reached for his hand, but he ripped it away from her. "Why are you-"

"Don't think you can play me for the fool," Fitz's words had taken Jemma aback. "By all outward appearances you look innocent—blushing like a virgin—but you are no virgin."

Coulson cleared his throat and went over to Fitz attempting to take him aside. "Fitz, if you were the one who-"

"Oh, you think I'm the one who she shared a bed with?" an irate Fitz waved his finger in Jemma's face. "Never once did I seduce you or tempt you with indecent words. I have treated you with modest sincerity and appropriate affection."

Jemma stood firm despite the tears pooling in her eyes. "And have I ever seemed less than modest or inappropriate towards you?" Fitz scoffed at her. "Why are you making such claims against me?"

"Because I saw what you did last night!"

"What did I do last night?"

"More like who did you do last night!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about! I have been completely and utterly faithful to you and we're not yet married!"

"And we are not going to be married either!"

"Duke," Bobbi went over to Trip, "talk some sense into him, please; he'll listen to you."

"What is there to say?" Trip's equally serious reply got everyone's attention. "I arranged for a good friend of mine to marry a common whore." This got the audience in a surprised uproar.

"Well this wedding just got more interesting," Hunter commented to himself.

Mack whistled loudly for attention. "Would someone please explain what is going on?"

Fitz pointed to Jemma as he addressed the crowd. "I saw her! Last night at her bedroom window I saw that woman being intimate with another man. I saw it, the Duke saw it, Garrett saw it; the man called out your name for God's sake!"

"I was not with any man last night!" a visibly distraught Jemma was trying to defend herself.

"Can anyone dispute my claim?" Fitz asked the audience, but no one answered. He turned to Jemma. "I know what I saw! I wish I had dreamt it, but I didn't!"

"None of this is true! Why would I be with any other man when I love you, Leo?"

He stared at her for a moment, but then tore his eyes away. "I wish I believed that, Jemma." Jemma stood frozen in place shedding tears.

Garrett started leading Fitz away as Trip approached the shocked governor. "I wish it didn't have to be like this, but the truth had to be known." Trip made his way toward Fitz and Garrett and they started to leave.

Overwhelmed by everything, Jemma collapsed to the ground. "JEMMA!" the bridesmaids instantly dropped everything and ran to her side.

A worried Fitz did turn to see what was going on. When he heard Daisy cry out "Oh my God, she's not breathing!" he tried to hurry back to her, but Garrett stopped him. "She's not worth it," he said to Fitz before leading him away.

Fitz wasn't the only one to hear Garrett's words. Hunter and May had heard them as well. "Did you see that?" Hunter asked May. "Fitz was going to come back for her! He still loves her!"

"None of this seems right," with a glare, May watched Garrett. "And I have a strong feeling John Garrett is behind this."

"Give her some air!" someone cried out.

"What, she's alive?"

"You go over there," May instructed, "I'll see to it that everyone leaves."

Hunter nodded and hurried over to the scene. Bobbi was on the ground holding her now conscious cousin up while a worried Daisy waited at Jemma's side. "Thank God."

"Jemma," Coulson knelt in front of her, "were those accusations true?"

"No!" Jemma sobbed. "I wasn't even in my room last night; I fell asleep in the library!"

"Then why would they say those things?"

"I don't know!"

Mack helped her to her feet. "You should take comfort knowing that I believe you. The love you have for Fitz is genuine and pure and you speak nothing but the truth. I see this all in your eyes. You yourself are genuine and pure and speak nothing but the truth, and yet these men who care for you slander your name. Do you know why that is?"

"No," her answer was calmer, but she was still shedding tears.

Hunter made his way to Jemma. "If it helps any; I believe you too."

"You do?" After Hunter nodded, Jemma hugged him—giving him somewhat of a start. "Thank you." Hunter patted her head as a comforting gesture.

"This still doesn't explain why two men of honor are making such wild claims," Mack noted.

"Maybe they'd take it all back if they were guilted into doing so," a bitter Daisy remarked.

"Young lady, you have just given me an idea." Mack directed the focus to Coulson. "Everyone at this wedding heard that Jemma collapsed to the ground and was not breathing. I say we let the people think that she has died." Everyone gave him strange looks. "Hear me out: not only will the men who slandered her feel remorse, but the people will grieve and pity the poor young woman who was killed by cruel words. Jemma will be the prime example of not knowing what we value until it is gone. The people will speak only of her virtues and every aspect of life will seem more beautiful. And it will more than likely get everyone to stop talking about this supposed indecency with another man."

Coulson sighed. "What have we got to lose?"

Hunter approached Coulson. "I swear, good Sir, I will side with the Friar and your daughter. I do not know if that will bring much comfort to you, but-"

"Thank you, Hunter." Coulson thanked. He then extended his hand for Jemma to take and led the poor girl inside. Daisy and Friar Mack followed.

Bobbi, however, had stayed behind. "Do you really believe that?"

"Of course I do," Hunter answered her in all honesty. "I saw Fitz try to come back for her, but Garrett stopped him. You'll notice Garrett's the only other person to bear witness beside Fitz and Trip, but his word is the least likely compared to the other two. I never did trust the bastard. He has been known to create a little chaos here and there."

Bobbi surprised Hunter by taking his hand. "Thank you for this, really. I forgot there was this caring side to you."

Hunter grinned. "And it is rather nice when you don't insult me." Bobbi rolled her eyes. "All joking aside, I like seeing this side of you; the side that…that I fell in love with."

"Are you still in love with me?"

Hunter placed a chaste, yet tender kiss on her lips. "Does that answer your question?" This time, Bobbi was the one to initiate a longer, more passionate kiss. "Oh, I forgot I liked that too!"

"Well there's plenty more where that came from."

"I don't know whether to be terrified or turned on by that."

"Are you truly loyal to my cousin and I?"

Hunter seemed surprised by this. "That question seem to come from nowhere."

"Answer it, please."

"I told you I was."

"I want you to prove it."

"How?"

"Destroy Fitz."

"I suppose that is less severe than killing him."

"Then do that!"

"Excuse you?"

"Fitz deserves to die! Getting up there pretending everything was fine until he did that to Jemma!"

"He did try to go back for her."

"If only I were a man; I would rip his heart out in public and eat it."

"Good Lord." Bobbi repeatedly began to punch the nearest object she could find (an assortment of wedding flowers). "Bobbi, calm down! You don't mean any of this!" Bobbi managed to stop and let herself fall into Hunter's arms and cry. "Ssh," he tried to soothe her by stroking her hair, "everything is going to turn out alright somehow."

"But Fitz hurt her so bad that he hurt me too." Bobbi let out some sort of angry cry. "I want him to feel as great a pain as Jemma and I do!"

"And he will, I promise. I want to inflict as much hurt on the person who hurt you." He cupped her chin and raised it so that they made eye contact. "I love you, Barbara."

Bobbi smiled, but then she stamped on Hunter's foot. And while it was a playful gesture, it still hurt. "If you love me: you would know never to call me Barbara."

"Okay, I get it; don't joke during serious moments like this."

She pressed her lips to his cheek. "And for the record, Lance, I love you too." She then proceeded to blow her nose much to Lance's disgust.

"Hey, I'm not going to get sick now, am I?"

I always found it a little messed up that the dad suddenly didn't believe his own kid and wished her dead so I made sure to take that part out. That doesn't seem like something Coulson would do anyway.

Also, that response to the 'ripping his heart out thing' was supposed to be a reference to Parks and Recreation. The whole 'waving your mother's decapitated head' part.