A/N: This chapter is partly based on an (awesome) dream I had a few weeks ago. Enjoy!

P.S.- Tegan's last name is Hamilton instead of Quin because of her adoptive parents names in case that wasn't clear ( but more about that in the next chapter, I promise)

~February~

"Play something on those guitars, guys." cried my boss, Nancy from behind the front desk. I looked at her in confusion; Tegan and I had been strumming and talking for an hour or so in the bookstore where I worked , lounging on the threadbare furniture. It was how we'd spent our evening during the last few weeks- being generally too tired from work to go out with our friends.

"What? We've been playing forever." complained Tegan, her fingers still nimbly flirting with the light strings on her acoustic.

"No. Play a real song together!" at this, I shot a nervous glance at Tegan sitting across from me. I knew she'd always been wary about playing her songs in front of others. I'd heard them all of course- she used them to teach me to play, forcing my fingers to adapt to her fast tunes, but always being patient when I faltered or forgot.

To my surprise, she started strumming the opening chords to "Want to be bad", her eyes closing as she concentrated. I joined in with her strumming, picking out the notes she'd showed me countless times. I could still feel her fingers burning on mine when she showed me where to place them, though it had been months ago. Letting my voice mingle with, but never overpower hers, I followed along, never taking my eyes off of her beautiful fingers sprawling across the neck of her slightly battered guitar.

A familiar bell sounded in the shop and I heard muffles voiced behind me, and I felt my face flush and my fingers slip slightly. I looked up to Tegan's face, but she was too lost in the song to notice.

"The store is closed to customers, Ma'am."

"Since when do I ever buy anything?"

"Umm... since about- never. How was your day, hun?"

"Looonnngg. Ooh, what are they playing?"

"Go sit and listen- here, let me take your coat."

My boss's girlfriend, Ashley meandered over slowly, thankfully sensing the fragility of the situation, and seated herself next to Tegan, swaying with the rhythm slightly. As the song wound down, she patted Tegan's arm lightly.

"That was great! Play another?" Tegan bit her lip lightly, then nodded, looking down at her guitar as she started one of her newer songs. She'd only taught it to me briefly, and the fingerings were a little more complicated. I let my eyes close in concentration, willing my fingers to keep up with the fast beat. The song went on longer than usual, and I could hear Tegan's voice thick with emotion and raising in intensity before winding down to the end of the song.

And suddenly, there was clapping- and not just from my boss and her girlfriend. Tegan and I looked around to see several more people sitting around us.

"Wh-where did you guys come from?"

"We...we saw you guys playing through the window. You're great! I hope it's ok for us to listen in."

"You guys... really liked it?" asked Tegan.

"Yeah... you're going to play more, right?"

"Well... um?" Tegan looked up at me questioningly. I bit my lip.

"Ok. We can play one more. Is that ok Teegs?"

"Sure. If they want to hear it." I smiled wide, feeling my heart beat nervously. I looked around at the expecting faces.

"This song is dedicated to my beautiful fiance." I said, training my eyes on Tegan's and starting the song slowly. I never looked away from her gorgeous eyes as we played the song together- not making one mistake though I'd only written it days ago.

The applause was louder this time as I tore my gaze from Tegan's to look around at the small crowd.

"Please play more. That was... amazing." I looked down to see a young girl with her hand on my arm. Tears were brimming in her eyes and I felt my own throat close up. How could our simple music have brought up such emotion? I think it was then I knew that as long as people like that girl were listening- I would keep playing.

I guess you could say it was our first concert. Tegan and I played for at least an hour and a half, the crowd slowly growing as our new audience called their friends around the city. When we ran out of our own original songs, we played some covers we both knew. Eventually, the bookstore emptied, every person hugging us and making us promise to reappear there the next Friday.

"Next Friday I'm charging tickets!"

"Don't get too crazy, Nancy. We only played one show." Tegan said, her breath misting into the cool air as we closed up the book shop.

"If that many people showed up just by word-of-mouth and seeing you guys playing through the window, you guys could be big in no time."

"I don't know if..." I started, shivering in the frigid February air. Tegan noticed and immediately wrapped her arm around me.

"Why didn't you tell me you guys were so talented?"

"Honestly, I had no idea until tonight." Tegan said as we said our farewells and headed towards home. In my mind I secretly disagreed with Tegan's comment- I'd known she was talented since the first time I'd heard her play and sing.

Tegan's P.O.V.

I rested my head against Sara's back and tightened my arms around her, just content to feel her breathing falling in time with mine.

"So are we going to do it?" she murmered into the dark, her hand resting on mine on her stomach.

"Do what?"

"I mean, play at the bookstore next Friday."

"I don't know. I want to... but-"

"I want to. I love playing music with you. Your voice is so beautiful."

"Oh, don't flatter me. You're just trying to get me in your bed."

"You're already in my bed. I mean it."

"I know... I feel the same way, Sasa."

"Mmm... Tee?"

"Yeah?"

"When are we getting married?"

"When everything is perfect."

"So... right now?"

"No. I just have to get everything perfect for you."

And just like that she fell asleep in my arms as my mind was still spinning. In the month since we returned to Vancouver, I'd been searching every corner of Canada for Sara's twin sister. Honestly, I'd thought it would be easy. I had the name of the adoption agency from Sara's mom, and I thought it would be as simple as calling and finding the address of her parents. To my dismay, I'd discovered the whole company had gone out of business, and every other connection just kept leading me in circles.

I knew it was unrealistic, but I wanted Sara to meet her other half, and I wanted her to be at our wedding. I knew as I stared into the stillness of our bedroom I wouldn't be able to rest until I finally found Sara's twin.

Sara's P.O.V.

I returned home early the monday after our first "concert", and plopped down on the couch in exhaustion. I was starting to worry about Tegan; it was obvious she wasn't sleeping enough, and she wouldn't give me any solid answers about our wedding. I hoped she wasn't having second thoughts-

Suddenly, I was awoken from my thoughts by the sound of the doorbell as I was twisting the ring around on my finger. Opening the door, I was surprised to see the mail person asking me to sign for a large envelope addressed to Tegan and I, which he promptly handed over. Puzzled, I tried to think of any orders I'd placed recently. The last time I'd had to for sign anything was when my Mom sent me my Christmas gifts through the mail almost two years ago. I turned it over in my hands to inspect the shipping label.

Calgary Genetics Lab Results

Ms. Tegan Hamilton and Ms. Sara Quin

8901 5th Avenue APT #204

Vancouver, British Columbia

I heard the front door slam as my brain turned circles around and around. I knew it couldn't be what I thought it was...

"Sara! I'm home! Hey, I picked up this wedding magazine and I thought we could... what's wrong?"

"Tegan. What the fuck is this?"