Rain was confused. The church parking lot was deserted, none of the decorations were up, there weren't people from the caterer or the florist running around and trying to get things done. She knew she'd gotten the time right, she was the person who'd set it. Why?

Rain walked through the outer doors and then the inner doors. Down the aisle, her finance Steven was waiting with a sad look on his face. She felt her stomach lurch, and forced herself not to run all the way to the front.

"Steven, what's going on? Where is everyone?" Rain paused as she approached him, he was clutching a thick manila envelope in his hands.

Stephen sighed, "You know my mother never liked you. I wish I could say the same, so that this wouldn't hurt so much."

"Stephen, I don't understand—"

He cut her off, "Well, that makes two of us," then held out the envelope. "She knew I'd never hear anything against you, so she hired a private detective to follow you."

Rain stared at it like it was a snake about to strike, but eventually reached out to take it. No, no, no, no...

"If it had been just one guy, maybe I could have gotten over it. God Rayray, is that even all of them? Wait, you know what? I don't want to know. Everybody's been sent home, and I can live without the deposits. I'll send someone with your things to your grandmother's house—I'm keeping the dog," Stephen was looking down at the carpet, he couldn't bear to look Rain in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't—"

Stephen turned and walked away, he wouldn't hear a word.

"Hey, I'm Hurley and I'm kind of handing out stuff to everybody. So, you hungry or anything?" Rain was startled out of the millionth time she'd replayed that scene in her mind by a large man carrying a stack of food containers.

"Oh...not really but I guess I should eat anyway," she balled up the dress that had triggered the flashback. It made a scratchy blanket, but it was better than nothing, "Hi Hurley, I'm Rain."

"Dude, is that a wedding dress? This crash must suck extra for you," Hurley handed over a dinner.

"The wedding was canceled, this is the only use this dress is going to get I'm afraid," Rain felt her eyes watering, and her voice hadn't been steady either.

"Woah, um...don't cry... He...must have been a jerk?" Hurley asked hopefully.

"No, he was great. I was the jerk—I shouldn't have the right to cry over it," she gave him a pained smile.

"That's crap. If you feel like crying, go for it...wait, I'm the one who asked you to stop in the first place..." he wrinkled his forehead, looking confused.

Rain laughed at him, "I think I'll be okay. Thanks, Hurley." He looked pretty happy when he continued on his way passing things out.

Rain had only started to pick at her dinner when she was interrupted, "You and Mr. Chubbikins have a nice heart to heart?"

"What do... Wait a minute, I know you," Rain had a little trouble making out his face in the dark, but she recognized Sawyer.

"Yeah, I wasn't sure it was you at first Raindrops. After bein' in Oz for a while the accents start to sound alike," Sawyer sat down next to her.

"I guess every time something goes wrong in my life you're going to show up?" Rain had only met him once. She'd been flown to the States to talk about a screenwriting deal, only to be out the price of a ticket back home when she found out it was bogus. They'd met at the bar, had a night together, then it was time for her to go home.

"In your life? This crash isn't a picnic for me either. Thought I'd see if you'd like to bunk together for old times sake?" Subtle for Sawyer usually only came with a con.

"No, I'm not that pathetic yet, but thanks for the offer," Rain decided if that was the only thing he was interested in, she'd go back to her food.

Sawyer snorted and stood up, "You'll miss me come mornin'."

Rain frowned to herself and resolved she would do no such thing.

A/N: Some flashback action for Rain, hope it was interesting! Only one OC slot left now, so if you were waiting until the last minute to submit—it's the last minute!