4/27/2016
3:30 PM, Phoenix, Arizona

Six stared at Holiday's lawn, a knot in his throat. The scene was beautiful, but to him, there was no other sight that appalled him more.
There were eight white chairs, four on each side. There were divided by a thin aisle covered in white rose petals. They lead to an altar made of wire, with vines and flowers wrapping around it. Six stiffly adjusted his tie, eyeing the table of refreshments off to the side. He noticed the bottle of white wine along side the pitcher of lemonade.

"Six," Six turned around to see Amelia calling to him. She wore her hair in a French twist, and her light blue dress was stunning.

"Hello, Amelia. Do you know what time the wedding is going to start?" Six asked, keeping his voice even and stoic.

"We're supposed to be seated in about five minutes. Then the procession will start. It's going to be a pretty short ceremony," Amelia answered. "Wanna get a drink?"

"Sure," Six and Amelia made their way to the table. Amelia poured herself a glass of lemonade, then poured Six a glass of white wine. "Thanks. Do you know who will be here?"

"Excluding the bride and groom? I know Bobo has been invited, doubt he'll come, Rex, Circe, Dean's parents,and Beverly," Amelia answered, smiling. "Dr. Holiday will be pleased you came,"

The two were approached by Beverly, who was looking really very lovely. She wore her hair down and curled, and her tight grey dress clearly showed she had grown since Six had last seen her.

"Amelia, we have a problem. Mr. and Mrs. Calan can't come. We'll have empty seats!" Beverly wailed.

"Calm down, Bev. Do Dr. Holiday and Captain Calan know?" asked Amelia.

"Yes," Beverly answered.

"Then it's fine!" Amelia smiled. Suddenly, music began to play, and people scurried to their seats.

On the left, Circe sat on the end, and Rex sat on the other side of her. Bobo, who actually came, sat next to Rex, and Six decided to sit next to Bobo. On the other side, Amelia and Beverly sat together. Calan took his place at the altar in front of the minister, waiting for his bride.
Then, the wedding march began to play. They all looked back, and Six almost dropped his drink.
She wore a strapless white, lacey dress with a long train. She held no bouquet, and looked so happy. She made her way to Calan.
The sounds of the ceremony fell deaf on Six's ears. They chose traditional vows, and seemed so happy.

"You may now kiss this bride," the minister said happily, and they complied. Six felt his heart sink to his stomach. "I pronounce you husband and wife-"

BANG!
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BANG!

The next ten minutes seemed to move in slow motion for Holiday. One second, everything was fine. She was the happiest woman in the world. The next, Dean laid on the ground, bleeding from his chest. She was vaguely aware of the chaos around her. She knelt by him, holding his hand, her other on his wound.

"Rebecca," Dean coughed, looking up at her. He reached up and wiped away a tear she didn't even know was falling. "Rebecca, I-I love...I love..."

He went numb. He was gone. Rebecca collapsed on top of him, sobbing. His blood stained her dress, her hands, her face. She could taste the bitter iron in her mouth.
She was vaguely aware someone trying to tear her away from him; she was vaguely aware of them begging her to get inside. She was in danger, they said.
When they tried the second time, she didn't let go. She couldn't. Dean wasn't dead. He couldn't be. But when the second person tried to tear her away, they succeeded. The second person threw her over their shoulder. All she could see was green and red.
Dean wasn't dead. He couldn't be.

A/N: Yep. I just killed off Dean Calan. He is very dead. Sorry, folks. Hopefully Critical will be up soon; I'll do what I can. No promises, though. All I can promise is that it will go up.

Love Always,

Kate