I want to get this done before the next episode—which is a very lovely birthday gift for me from Marvel & ABC btw—and there are 2 chapters left. The last one is the epilogue set in reality (i.e., the aftermath of Hunter's dream) and the second to last one wraps up the dream.

Here's the second to last one.

"I have to say," Mack stood behind Coulson the next morning, "you even had me believing your daughter was dead. You spared no expense to make it seem that way."

Coulson smiled. "What can I say: I have a flair for the dramatic." Mack laughed at that. "In all honesty: I hold no grudge toward Fitz and the Duke. Granted they should not have made such a huge deal out of what they saw, but they are innocent men."

"Do you think John Garrett will be brought to justice?"

"I know he will."

"And his cohorts? Surely you do not intend to keep them in prison when the truth is reveled?"

"Let them serve time for the identity theft and solicitation charges. I don't want to take any chances and release them until after all of this is over and done with."

"Understood."

"Oh, and Friar?"

"Yes, Governor?"

"Is my tie on straight?"

"Oi, Mack!" Mack wasn't the only one to turn when Hunter called. "No, not the casual 'mac', I meant Friar Mack," the bystanders went back to minding their own business.

"Hunter," Friar Mack addressed the man calling for him.

"How's about I let you in on another secret?"

"Hunter, for the last time you need to see a doctor about that-"

"NO!" Hunter cleared his throat. "No, nothing like…that. I was wondering if I could borrow your services."

"For what?"

"For something I think you're going to approve of."

"And it doesn't involve me looking at your-"

"Oh my God, I will ask a doctor about that later!"

…

Once everyone had gathered in the backyard for the wedding, Trip and his men made their entrance. As it usually was, Fitz stood beside the Duke.

Coulson was there to greet them. "Good morning Duke. Good morning Fitz."

"Good morning," Trip answered back.

Coulson focused on the sour looking Fitz. "Cheer up Fitz, it is your wedding day after all." Fitz kept quiet. "Have you decided whether or not you will keep your promise to marry May's daughter?"

"I always keep my promises," Fitz responded a bit coldly.

"So you are not going to change your mind?" Fitz shook his head no. "Good boy," Coulson tilted toward the back door of the house where May was waiting. After giving her a nonverbal signal, May opened the back door and led four women in similarly designed outfits—each carrying a different flower—toward the makeshift altar. The first woman wore black and carried a lily, the second wore blue and carried a peony, the third one was in white and held a rose, and the last one had on a pink dress and carried a daisy. Each of the women also had a veil covering their face.

"Which one is the lady I'm supposed to marry?" Fitz inquired.

May took the hand of the girl in the white dress and presented her to Fitz. "This is she," May took the rose from her, "and I give you both my blessing."

Fitz squinted to get a better look at her. "Am I not allowed to look at my future wife?"

"No," Coulson answered back. "Not until you take her hand and swear to marry her."

When Fitz took the girl's hands, he took it back in surprise. There was something all too familiar about her touch. Come to think of it, there was also something familiar about the rose she had been holding. "No," he whispered in disbelief.

As he reached to pull back her veil, May stopped him. "You heard what the man said." She linked the girl's hand with Fitz's. "You have to take hold of her hand and swear to marry her before you look at her."

"I already promised I would."

"Then why don't you tell that to her."

Fitz looked the girl in the eyes—not like he could tell with the veil covering her face. "I would never force a lady into doing something that she does not want to do, despite what others say. Yes, I have agreed to be your husband, and I will, but only if you want me to." When the girl pulled back her veil, audible gasps rang throughout Messina. Fitz, however, was too stunned to even make a sound.

Jemma had the same smile on her face she wore the day before—the smile reserved just for the man she would marry. "I would love nothing more than for you to be my husband."

Trip visibly amazed by this. "Is this the very same Jemma that died?"

"She was only dead while her slander lived," Coulson replied. "The truth had to be known before she could be restored to everyone. Of course, we also had to make sure our intended groom still loved her."

Fitz didn't take his eyes off of Jemma. "I never stopped loving you."

"I know," Jemma told him.

"Jemma, I-"

She put her finger to his lips. "I made a pledge to give myself to the man I love. That, Leo, is you; it has always been and always will be you." All Fitz could do was smile. "I believe this is your cue to speak."

"In this moment I'm afraid I've forgotten the entire English language."

"Then if you can't speak, allow me to your accept your proposal," she pressed her lips to his as he held her, not wanting to let her go ever again. The kiss lingered on amidst the celebration of the crowd.

"Ahem," the reunited lovers did not notice Mack had been standing behind them. "I take it you two wish to marry?" Leo and Jemma each laughed as they nodded. "But I still have to ask if anyone here-"

"Oi, Mack!" everyone turned to Hunter. "Friar Mack," everyone glared at him. "No, I'm not objecting to this marriage; I just want the Friar to hold on a tick."

"Are you really going to do this now Hunter?"

"Damn right I am!" Hunter approached the remaining veiled women. "Which one of you is Bobbi?"

The blue-dressed, peony holding woman stepped forward. "You honestly couldn't recognize me, Hunter?" Bobbi removed her veil. "I'm the tallest one here."

"Do you love me?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm asking you in front of all these people if you love me."

"And in front of all these people I say that I love you no more than reason," the crowd did not believe her.

"You say you don't love me despite me hearing these men," he gestured to Fitz, Trip, and Coulson, "swear you said you loved me."

"What about you Hunter? I'm asking you in front of all these people if you love me."

"I love all women, but I love you no more than reason as well," the crowd booed him.

"Then Daisy and Jemma have been deceived because I heard them say that you loved me."

"I love you the way that I love all women."

"And I love you as a friend."

"So you don't love me?"

"And you don't love me?"

"Oh, they love each other," no one had noticed Fitz and Jemma had snuck off until they re-entered from the other side, each holding a piece of paper. It was evident Fitz's paper had been crumpled as Fitz held it for all to see. "Because I found really terrible love poetry written by Lance Hunter to one Bobbi Morse."

"I knew I should have burned those," Hunter muttered.

Jemma displayed the paper she was holding. "And while I stayed in my friend's room last night, I discovered my cousin's journal with a recent entry confessing her love for Lance Hunter."

Bobbi turned to the girl in pink. "Daisy, you stole my journal?"

Daisy took off her veil. "I was going to give it back."

The final woman, Maria, removed her veil. "Didn't you say the same thing to me when you 'borrowed' the criminal ledger from the records vault at the jail?"

A busted Daisy nervously fidgeted. "I'm going to give it back eventually."

"But now Fitz is going to give that back!" Hunter tried to get the terrible love poetry back, but Fitz had managed to give it to Bobbi. And when Bobbi smugly smiled a victory smile, Jemma handed Hunter the recent love-confessing journal entry. Simultaneously, the former spouses read over their respective papers. "I suppose our writings give our true feelings away."

"Yes, but at least my writing's more legible and contains less grammatical and spelling errors."

"So uh…" for once, Hunter was struggling with words, "do you want to get married again? I mean we're both dressed for it."

"I would only be marrying you again out of pity; I only love you as a friend."

"And I love you the way I love all women."

"But at least we could learn from our previous mistakes."

"Third time's the charm."

"It's second time's the charm, Hunter."

"I should just shut up so you can kiss me now."

"Damn right you should" Bobbi and Hunter kissed as everyone applauded.

"Wow," again, Hunter was speechless. "I say this calls for a celebration. Let's party!" Everyone cheered.

"We can celebrate after the now double wedding," Coulson noted.

May then surprised him (and a lot of other people) when she said, "I say we party first."

Before the celebration could begin, Lincoln came running in. "Governor! Duke! They've caught him!"

The Koenig Brothers led a shackled John Garrett into the backyard. "Didn't think we'd find him, did you?" Eric smirked.

Maria stepped forward. "How did you find him?"

"We arranged a deal with the prisoners in exchange for this man's whereabouts. Long story short, we're letting them out of jail tomorrow. On another note: Sexton, you look really pretty in a dress."

"Yeah, well don't get used to it," the Koenigs expressed dismay at that. "Seriously, you guys need to find some girlfriends."

Trip inched closer to Garrett. "Despite you being the man of few words: I have nothing to say to you. However, I do not wish to put a damper on this happiest of days so I will decide your punishment tomorrow."

"Wait," Fitz spoke up, "I've got something to say." He stunned everyone by punching Garrett square in the face—even drawing a little blood). "I think that about sums it up." The Koenigs led an injured Garrett away.

Hunter was in awe of this. "Science boy packs a powerful punch."

"Okay," Coulson had the biggest grin on his face, "now we can party!" The band began playing and everyone started dancing.

Fitz held out his hand to Jemma. "May I have this dance?"

She gladly placed her hand in his. "I suppose I should honor the hero with a dance." They began dancing. "I can't believe you did that."

"Honestly, neither can I."

"Garrett did have it coming though, ruining our first wedding like that."

"I thought I kind of ruined our first wedding."

"Well yes, but I can forgive you because I love you."

"I love you too."

"Leo, you don't mind sharing our special day with Hunter and my cousin do you?"

Fitz looked over at them. "I guess not," then he looked at Jemma, "just so long as I share it with you." And with that, they kissed.

"Oi, Bob," Hunter noticed when Fitz looked at him and Bobbi, "I don't want no punch to the face—or anywhere else for that matter—so remind me to stay on Fitz's good side."

Bobbi flashed him a seductive smile. "I'd rather you stay on my good side."

After a beat, Hunter spoke. "You know maybe we should have the wedding now."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"So we can get started on the honeymoon night."

Okay it was a little bit of a cop out not including the actual wedding. Honestly, I'm not good at writing wedding scenes (especially vows) even if I'm ripping it off of another wedding scene. Plus the movie ended with a party, so I did the same.

By the way, the rose Jemma was holding was the rose that Fitz had placed on her grave in the funeral scene. I didn't know where to put that in the dialogue, so I'm telling you here in case you didn't catch on.

One chapter to go, folks.