Here is the epilog!
Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, nervously looking down at his feet. Today was the day; finally, finally, it was the day. After all the interruptions and strange occurrences, he was finally getting married to the woman of his dreams. And that was all he could ask for.
They had changed the location of the wedding, one reason being that it was just too beautiful to have an indoor wedding. It was now being held in a plaza, in the middle of one of the most beautiful parks in Pennsylvania. Father O'Malley had agreed to be the one to marry them, if they could ensure that there were no interruptions this time, and more specifically no men barged in, guns blazing to shoot up the place. Ben and Abigail had laughed at that and told him that it definitely wouldn't happen a second time. They hoped.
In the middle of the plaza, near a fountain, was where the ceremony was actually taking place. There was an arch there, covered in flowers. There was also a white carpet leading to the arch, where Abigail would be walking any moment.
He nervously brought his hands out of his pockets and twiddled his thumbs, as it hadn't been nerve racking enough the first time they were getting married!
There was a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see his best friend smiling at him with that all knowing smug look. "You're fine Ben, actually you're perfect; in less than ten minutes, Abi is going to walk down that isle and marry you. What more could you ask for?"
Ben smiled at Riley, "I'm just glad you're here this time. It's definitely turned out to be much better with you here, than it was without you."
"Well yeah, I'd imagine not having a bunch of gun wielding buffoons come barging into your wedding would be soooo much more fun than if they did." he replied smartly, patting his friend on the shoulder.
The older man smiled, it was good to have that kid back. If only to just hear his mouth running… If he was being totally honest with himself, if Riley had died back there with that psycho gunning for him, a piece of Ben would have died to. He had never had a friend with such blind faith in him before, never one who cared so much. Sure he had had really excellent friends in the past, but none of them could light a candle to this one. He just smiled again and shook his head.
"Psst, Ben," Riley hissed slapping him in the shoulder.
"What?" Ben asked looking over.
"Look!"
And he did, thankfully it wasn't a bunch of gun wielding men. It was something much much better. It was Abigail. She stood at the end of the isle with her father, the sun illuminating her every feature. She looked like an angel, Ben thought. His angel.
She smiled at him from her spot as they began to proceed forward; everyone standing and moving around like crazy to get a glance at the bride. Her father handed her away to Ben with a knowing glance, returning to his own wife's side.
Ben reached out and clasped her hand in his own, and met her eyes. Their was an intense and burning love in those eyes, one that Ben hoped would never extinguish. As they said their vows and exchanged rings, he took the occasional opportunity to glance over at their friend. Was he…crying? No, it must have been a trick of the light. He returned his attention to Father O'Malley at the sound of his name.
"And do you…Abigail Chase; take this man, to be your husband?"
She looked at him with the a smile as bright as the sun, "I do,"
They looked to the priest for a sign of what was next. He looked at them exasperatedly his Irish brogue sounding very shrill, "Well don't just stand there! Kiss the Bride!"
So he did….
All right, there was the epilog. It was short, but oh so sweet. The trio will be continuing their adventures in stories to come. I have the beginning of one posted already, its called "Nothing New"
Hope you all enjoyed it! Review!
