AN: Enjoy!

Instead of the simple ideas of white and black, the wedding was an array of colors and a mixture of a traditional Nigerian wedding with remnants of the more common Western style. The sky was blue and littered with the occasional cloud as the sun dipped down beneath the waves and both Nnenna and Kenton finally said their vows. Kenton's were a bit over the top, definitely dramatic, but completely sincere. Nnenna's were straight to the point but kind and true, their vows reflecting their near opposite personalities despite their perfect fit.

After that ended, dinner occurred afterwards and speeches were given. Alastair's was probably the most serious but the few moments of sarcasm that he slipped in eased it enough and caused a good laugh amongst crowd, even if that hadn't been Alastair's full intention.

Then the cake was cut.

They put the slice onto a plate, both taking bits onto their forks, ready to feed it to the other, when Nnenna stopped and instead shoved the entire peace into Kenton's face with a good natured laugh. Kenton howled with laughter as did the rest of the room and as he then cleaned himself up, the dancing commenced.

First would have been the father/daughter dance but as both Nnenna's parents were not with those of the living anymore, it because the grandmother/granddaughter dance. Likewise, instead of the mother/son dance it was the father/son dance, since it seemed likely that the silence from Kenton's, Alastair's, and Roxy's mother wouldn't change anytime soon.

Alastair finally danced with the Maid of Honor and of course he did wonderfully though he quickly excused himself the moment it was done. Roxy was most certainly the best dancer as she and Kenton had several dance offs throughout the night.

James of course had his fair share of fun but eventually he wiggled his way around the bodies until he was at the edge of it all and next to Alastair.

"What? Don't want to boogie down?" asked James with a grin as he shook and bumped Alastair's side.

Alastair simply rolled his eyes and continued to watch the people moving for a moment longer before looking over at James. "Not my scene," he replied. The words were so soft that it was really only James' ability to read lips that allowed him to understand what he was saying.

"I know. Your scene is dusty libraries and cold server rooms. I get it," James said with a laugh. "Even so, I'm surprised you've stuck this close. I expected you to run off the moment you got out of Amadia's arms."

"I thought about it," said Alastair quite honestly, "but I rarely see my family and it's only recently that I've seen them truly happy. I didn't want to miss out on this."

James grinned at that. "They do seem to fit rather well together. I hope we get to see more of her. She really is something."

"Yes, she compliments my brother's insanity with her rational thinking. Even if she can be rather childish like him," Alastair replied in a rather approving manner.

"Like us," James said with a smirk.

Alastair gave a small shrug and responded, "I suppose. Except you're more of a rainbow personified that compliments my automatic hatred of everyone and everything."

"Such a poet," replied James. He kept the smirk on his face until his eyes lit up. "Oh we just have to dance!"

"Really?" Alastair muttered.

"Oh come! It's a slow song!" begged James. "Beside, you don't have to worry about breaking your fragile hips since you don't quite swing your hips with a slow song like you do with a faster one."

"My hips are not fragile!" cried out Alastair as James grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.

Despite the look of annoyance that Alastair wore, he went with it and allowed James his fun. They moved together, James leading as the crowd around them moved in slightly less organized patterns. However, as the song came close to its end, Alastair suddenly took over and managed to dip James back just as the last note hit the air.

It was obvious from James' facial expression that he hadn't expected it and for a moment, the two stood there until the next song started and then Alastair was pulling him up right with just as much grace and ease as before.

"I don't think I've ever been swept off my feet. Can't say I hate it though," James said with a breathy sigh.

Alastair allowed himself a small, pleased smirk when suddenly it dropped and pulled out his phone. He started moving towards the edge once more and James followed, a rather confused look on his face.

"Great time to take out your phone," muttered James. "I thought we were having a moment."

However, instead of replying, Alastair quickly hurried off back towards the hotel. James yelled after him and hurried behind him, having zero idea what was going on. They ended up in their room where Alastair unzipped a compartment of his suitcase and pulled out the glasses issued to him by Kingsman.

"Oh come on! It's your brother's wedding," growled out James as Alastair shushed him and touched the side.

"How soon Merlin?" asked Alastair. He listened for a few moments and then added, "Alright. We'll be there as quickly as possible."

He tapped them again but left them on his nose as he turned around and said, "Alright, time to pack."

James groaned but did so, even though he complained about it while shoveling what little he had into the suitcase.

"This is unbelievable! Why can't Merlin get off his arse and go do it himself huh?"

"Because this actually is pretty damn urgent and we're the closest agents to the incident."

"Whatever, just give me the rundown," groaned James.

"A diplomat for our government and America have been kidnapped in South Africa by a rather new terrorist group. They've released their demands but conditions aren't looking good and it's likely the diplomats will just be executed rather demands are met or not for their statement. The press hasn't gotten wind of this yet so we need to go in there and hopefully get everything done and over with before they do."

"So lives are in danger. Nothing knew then," sighed James.

"What? Were you hoping for some insane monster that wanted to take over the world or some shit?"

"Kind of though taking of the world is just to stereotypical nowadays. Hopefully if someone tries to do something like that it's a bit more inventive," replied James

Alastair snorted and picked up his suitcase. "You say that now but just wait till some psycho actually does it. Now, the plane won't be ready for a bit so we have time to quickly go say goodbye to everybody."

"At least we're not disappearing in the middle of the night," James muttered as he grabbed his own things.

James called a cab and left the luggage with a bellman before running after Alastair and back to the party. Though there were more people just sitting and chatting than before, it was still in full swing as Alastair and James looked for the bride and groom.

"There you are!" cried out Alastair as he grabbed Kenton and dragged him away slightly. Nnenna followed curiously, confused as to why her husband's brother had just dragged him off the dance floor. "Listen Kenton, I am so sorry but a matter at work has come up and—"

"Oh no! No you can't do this! They can't do this! Come on it's my wedding night !" whined Kenton.

"I'm sorry but we really must be going. I would not leave if it was not of the utmost importance," Alastair sighed. For extra measure he hugged Kenton which certainly shocked his brother enough to keep his mouth shut and added, "I really am sorry. And congratulations to you too Nnenna."

"Yeah, congrats guys. Sorry for bailing but this really is an emergency," James added, hugging both.

"Wait are you—"

Kenton didn't get to finish his thought though as James and Alastair ran off to say goodbyes to several more people before finally finding Alastair's dad and Roxy.

"I'm sorry I can't say more but I'll see you both soon. Have a good night and safe flight back," Alastair said.

"Same and Roxy, you look kickass in that dress. Have fun and I'll see you the next chance I get," said James with a smile.

Then both were off again before anyone could ask questions or argue.

"You know, we're going to have to come up with a really great explanation for this," James said.

Alastair groaned in response. "We have two diplomats to save from a terrorist cell before the media gets wind of it. I really don't want to be thinking about the excuses that will need to be made."

James just nodded in understanding and agreement as the taxi finally rolled up and they left for South Africa.