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Three Year Anniversary One Shot.

TaylorxEric

Wes believes Taylor and Eric could never last as a married couple, so they set out to prove him wrong. This is the story of why Eric and Taylor didn't have a proper engagement, as requested by a guest reviewer.

Disclaimer- We do not own any of the characters, some have been created by us but most belong to Saban. We promise not to break them and will put them back when we're done.

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"Oh that's rich," the blonde shot at Eric from across the kitchen island, "That's totally irrelevant."

"How?" Eric folded his arms over his chest, leaning his weight back onto his right leg and eyes trailing over Taylor's body, "I work."

"So do I. I'm not your slave. You want Indian, you order." She thrust a menu at him, knocking over the fruit bowl in the process. Neither reacted to the glass smashing on the tile floor; they instead remained locked in a glare. "I'm getting Chinese."

"Like hell you are. My apartment, I choose the take out."

"Oh I'm sorry," Taylor spat, "I thought this was our apartment seeing as you begged me to move in."

"Begged?" Eric scoffed, "I did not beg."

"Compromise..." Wes' voice came quietly from the table where he was sitting in nervous quietness, continuing to flick through a newspaper he had found when the argument had begun, "How about Thai?"

Taylor grabbed an apple off the floor and threw it at Wes' head, "How is that a compromise?!"

Wes shrugged, "One of us should be happy in all this." He turned the page and a grin spread across his face, "Get a load of this from Mariner Bay. 'The town of Mariner Bay is excited to announce the engagement of Firefighter Carter Michael Grayson and recently qualified Doctor Dana Alison Mitchell-'"

"So?" Taylor smiled.

"They're ex-Rangers. You met Carter once when he came to pick up Cole; tall guy, blond hair... Dodgy jeep."

"Ah."

"'The Ex-Red and Pink Lightspeed Rangers are also celebrating Miss Mitchell's graduation from Harvard Medical School and the start of her residency at Mariner Bay General in the Paediatric Unit.' Huh... She'll be treating people her own age-"

"Pediatric is children, idiot."

"I know that Taylor- she's like fifteen." He closed the paper and pulled out his cellphone, "Continue your fight, I'm gonna order Thai." He chuckled, "God... Imagine if you two got married."

Eric exchanged a look with Taylor before slowly strolling to Wes' side, "And what is so funny about that?"

The Red looked over to the pair, taking in their curious expressions before he threw his head back laughing harder than before, "You're joking, right? You'd be divorced within a day."

"Yeah? Well, she could keep you in the divorce," Eric batted Wes across the head with the rolled up menu.

"That's not fair- I told you if you wanted him in this house, he was your responsibility."

"You guys fight over every tiny decision, you'd never agree on a wedding." The Red added, "Tulle or chiffon? Eggshell or cream? White or ivory?"

"Are you the Bride or is the Girl Scout?"

Wes rolled his eyes at Eric's joke, "there's a reason that Skyscraper is getting married and not you-"

"Yeah. I don't date high school girls."

Wes held up five fingers, "Five words. 'Yes Dear. Whatever you want.'" he lowered a finger with each word until just his fist remained, "Your stubborn, Taylor's stubborn. Instead of caving like a good little boyfriend, you argue."

Eric went to argue back but Taylor covered his mouth, "Now, now, let the man talk."

Eric pushed her hand away with his dark eyes set in a steeled glare which was turned from Taylor to Wes, "So you think we wouldn't last?"

"I bet my new car on it."

Eric took a moment to consider before he shot to Taylor, "Go pack."

"Excuse me?"

"Go pack. We're going to Vegas." He turned back to Wes, "Charter a helicopter and you can be Best Man."

Taylor scoffed, "You think we're going to get married tonight?"

"Yes."

"What's in it for me?"

"You can class this as our apartment. You can pick the food from now on and I believe Wes' car was mentioned."

Taylor's lips curled into a smirk with her blue eyes twinkling with mischief, "Leaving in ten minutes." She walked out, leaving the Guardian's staring at one another.

Wes broke the silence, "She took that..."

"Helicopter. Now. Before she changes her mind." Eric ordered before following his girlfriend out.

When certain the pair was out of earshot, Wes relaxed back into his chair with a smug grin crawling across his face. Eric permanently off his back and it only cost him the price of a Vegas wedding, a helicopter ride and the car he'd picked out as a wedding gift two years ago when Eric and Taylor first became a couple.

"Worth it."

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SAM: Hello again my dears, after so long as well. I'm so sorry it's been so long since you've heard from me, but you see, the boss-level monster that is life keeps KO-ing me as soon as I revive. I've managed to successfully hide for a little while, but now Greg's toughin' it out there so I'm gonna hold down the fort. Send her your wishes please, and I hope you enjoyed reading about Taylor and Eric and how they got married, compliments of Greg herself. Also, happy anniversary to us! We've been at this for three years! Thanks for your support and love you guys, we really appreicate it! Fave, review, follow and check out our other stuff. Have a wonderful day young grasshoppers! Ciao!