Hostage

Chapter 13

Aiuthors note/disclaimer- IT'S THE FINAL CHAPTERRR! I'm sad to see it go, but it'll be in the history books as perhaps, one of the great Dwnagela stories. I doubt it though, even though I absolutly love it. Also! This chapter will feature numerous hook-ups, just because I want to see how well I can write other individual people in romantic situations, including some old favorites who left Scranton. Also do not own the office, but I asked for it for christmas.

It was a snowy day in Scranton. Not like nasty snow that clumped in the road and got all brown and salty so it's not yummy, but a light snow that sprinkled all over the ground and made the grass look like a sugar cookie. It was December 21st, the Winter Solstice, and it really did look like winter. The Scranton Branch wasn't at work today, considering A, It happened to be a Saturday, and B, everyone was at the beet farm.

A tent stood amid the snow, and under it, sat rows of white chairs, in two sections between a white aisleway. In the chairs were people, all dressed in a shade of black or grey. The white snow around them, and the black and grey decorations made the occasion look like a black and white photo. In front of the chairs was an altar, where a tall man stood in a family heirloom tuxedo. His hair was slicked for the occasion, and his glasses remained on his face. In his hand he held a ring, and he stared to the exit of the tent, looking for someon he loves to walk through. The man's name is Dwight Schrute, and he was waiting for his Monkey.

First though, a train of people went through. The groomesmen and the bridesmades walked arm in arm, to each respective side. The groomsmen consisted of Dwight's cousin Mose, his boss Michael, his best friend from his laser tag team Jeff, and a friend and deskmate, Jim. He had to pay Jim back for helping him to get over Angela in public, and this was how it would be done.

The bridesmades were Angela's sister Maria (Whom, with the help of Dwight, had reconsiled the relationship with Angela.), her veteranarian and close friend Rose, a fellow soprano from her church's choir Josaphine, and her close friend from the office Pam. Angela could talk to Pam whenever she had a problem with Dwight, and Pam would listen and give her the best advice she could. Maybe Pam wasn't such a hussy anymore. After Angela had seen Roy at Poor Richards the night they went out for cocktails, she would have left him too is she were in Pam's shoes. Jim apparently makes her happy, like Dwight makes her, so Pam was seemingly a good person too.

When the congragation stood, Dwight looked up, and couldn't breathe. There she was, just like the dream. Her pale ivory skin looked amazing against the creamy eggshell of her dress. The matching cream cardigan covered her bare arms, and the embroiderary on it shimmered like stars in the sky when she walked. Her hair was pulled back from her, and the sheer veil covered her face, but you could still see her smiling beneath it. Dwight's mouth stood agape as she strolled down. She looked like a glorious ice princess, and he was her brave, galiant soldier coming to save her from the tower. The audiance all stood and watched her walk down the aisle, their heads turning to watch her stride towards Dwight. When the walk was over, they stood facing eachother, her hands grasped around some grey flowers, his hands grasped around a ring. The pastor begain the ceremony. "You may all be seated." The congregation took a seat.

"We have gathered here today to join these two people, Dwight Schrute and Angela Martin, in holy matramony. Before we begin, are their any objections to this marriage. A swift slap was heard, as Kelly put her hand over Andy's mouth. Andy had to be invited, they had to patch up their differences. All else was silent.

"Alright, we will be reading the vows. The couple has written their own vows. We will begin with Dwight."

Dwight cleared his throat and looked at Angela through the veil, "Angela, I don't know how many times I told you that I love you, but I know that everytime I meant it. You put a smile on my face, a gleam in my eye, and a spark in my heart. I know I love you, and I know I'm in love with you, and I really do want this to last. Be the Padme to my Anakin, the Arwen to my Aragorn. When I'm with you, those other couples pale in comparison, because you make me the happiest Sith Lord in the galaxy." She smiled widely beneath her veil and let a tear fall. He wanted to reach under that veil and wipe the tear, but couldn't, it was her turn to read her vows.

"Angela, please read your vows." The pastor said. She looked up at Dwight and smiled.

"Dwight," She said, "From the first day you walked into Dunder Mifflin, I knew their was something special about you. I didn't know what at the time, but now I do. I know you are a brave, strong, and amazing person. But behind closed doors, you're comforting, gentle, and sweet. I love both Dwight's, and I want to be with both. You're the light of my life, the pep in my step, and the love of my life. I'm glad that I'm standing at an altar, getting ready to be joined at the hand an the heart, with someone as perfect as you." The audiance let out a simaltenious 'Aww', and Dwight let a small tear flow from his right eye.

"Dwight" the pastor said, turning to the taller man, "Do you take Angela Martin to be your wife, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to honor, to hold and to keep, from each sun to each moon, from tomarrow to tomarrow, from now to forever, till death do you part?"

Dwight wiped a tear from his eye. "I do." Angela put out her hand, and he slipped the silver ring on her finger, "With this ring, I thee wed."

"Angela," The pastor said, turning to her. "Do you take Dwight Schrute as your husband, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to honor, to hold and to keep, from each sun to each moon, from tomarrow to tomarrow, from now to forever, till death do you part?"

Angela smiled so big at him. "I do." She turned around and handed the flowers to her sister, who gave her the ring, She took Dwight's hand and slipped it onto his finger, "With this ring, I thee wed."

"I now pronounce you, Dwight Schrute and Angela Martin, husband and wife." The congragation stood and clapped, "You may kiss the bride." Dwight lifted the veil to see her face unshrouded, he wiped the tear from her eye, and kissed her. It was passionate and amazing. His hands made their way around her waist, as her's held at the back of his neck. Jim and Pam looked at eachother from the sides, and smiled at eachother.

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About an hour later, after pictures and such, the reception was ready. In a tent far off, with the blinds down, sat the makeshift reception hall. It was beautiful and somehow, warm. The cold air was kept out. There was a DJ booth (They didn't want a band, who only knew Police songs.), a dance floor, and it all looked very fun for a wedding of two uptight individuals.

Eventually the reception hall filled out, and everyone sat down for dinner to be served. They ate roastet chicken, except Angela, who as a vegetarian, had a lovely rice medley. Everything was going smoothly. Dwight and Angela sat at thr front with the rest of the party, looking happy as possible between the two of them. Michael left his place to eat with Jan, so Pam moved over to sit next to Jim. "So Jim," She said, pulling her light grey dress behind her, "I'm surprised you haven't pulled anything yet."

"I'm not going to today." Jim said, to Pam's shock, "It's their weding day. Have a heart Beesley." He glanced over to the corner to see familar someone in the corner getting punch. "Oh my god." He said.

Pam looked over in his direction and saw. "Is that...Karen?"
"I think it is." Jim said, "Is she alone?"
"Probably not. I've heard good things about the guys in Utica."

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Meanwhile, over at the punch bown, Karen was getting herself a drink. She bumped into someone in a fine business suit. "Sorry, I wasn't looking." She said, turning to him. Than she noticed, it was Ryan. "Oh, wow." she said.

"Oh, hi Karen." he said. He looked older to her, more professional. His hair was gelled up and he had a little bit of stubble. "I haven't seen you since I left for corporate."

"I know." She said, "You look great. How's Kelly?"

"Thanks, we kinda haven't spoke. I mean...I didn't really have those kind of feelings." they glanced over to a far table, to see Kelly and Andy giggling about something. "Do you think they're together?"

"No idea, I'm at Utica and I barely have contact with Scranton." She looked up at him, his crystal blue eyes. She had a smirk. "So, you doing well?"

"Yeah, it just gets a little lonely up there." He looked down at the ground, than back up at her, "You wanna go talk somewhere?"

Karen raised an eyebrow at first, than remember her lonesomeness in Utica, said "Yeah, sure." It could be fun, she never really connected with Ryan, and now might be a good time to start.

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"Attention ladies and gentleman, it is time for the first dance of the couple!" The DJ announced as Dwight and Angela stepped onto the dance floor. It had been a long, grinding process to find something to have their first dance too. Angela wanted something classical, while Dwight wanted something awesome! They eventually decided on an instrumental piece, Across the Stars, the love theme from Star Wars Episode II. As the music started, they took hands and began to dance, carefully avoiding toes, staring into eachother's eyes the whole time.

As the dance ended and applaudes filled the tent, they observed the crowd together. Michael was next to Jan, giving her a kiss on the cheek, her face spread into a smile. Kelly looked up sweetly at the couple, while Andy looked at he sweetly. Phyllis and Bob Vanced stared into eachother's eyes, probably recalling their first dance as a couple. Ryan and Karen looked happy at the two, their hands were entwined together, her head leaning in to whisper him something. Even Toby stood by a table, a smile across his face, talking to Angela's sister. Dwight looked back at Jim and Pam, they sat together, watching, smiling at the two. Jim pumped a fist in the air and yelled, "Congrads Dwight!" Dwight gave a quick smile, than turned around at Angela. "Everything is perfect." she said.

"But you are the most perfect." Dwight said, they reached for eachother and kissed.

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The rest of the night went off great. Angela tossed the bouquet, which was oddly enough caught by Karen. Jim smiled at her she wandered over to him. "Congrads on the flowers." he said.

"Congrads on the girlfriend." She said, wandering back to the corner where Ryan stood and waited for her. Pam went back to Jim and gave him a hug.

"They look good together." Pam said,

Jim cocked his head "Who does?"

"Everyone" Pam said, "In case you haven't noticed, not only are Dwight and Angela finally together in holy matrimony, but you and me are doing good, Ryan and Karen have been talking half the night, Kelly and Andy are attached at the hip, I saw Angela's sister sneak Toby a kiss earlier, and Michael and Jan haven't said a single harsh word to one another."

Jim gave her a nod, "I guess there's something in the air." He kissed her forehead and pulled her close, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I'll be back. Dwight's gonna throw the garter." Jim walked over to the group of guys, and waited for Dwight to toss Angela's blue garter. When he did, hands oddly reached into the air considerign the fact that had just been on the woman's thigh. A pair of hands did catch it, those hands belonged to Ryan. He peered at it, and thanked the lord he wasn't with Kelly, who would see it as a sign from God. He walked back over to Karen, her arms crossed and the bouquot in one hand, a smirk on her face.

"Well now," She said, giggling a little, "Look what you have there. Maybe it's a sign." She said, referring to him catching the garter and her getting the bouquot.

"Maybe, I don't know." he said, shoving the garter into his pocket for some odd reason. "It's a little superstisious." There was a bit of a silence, "Hey, where are you staying?"

"Uh, the Hyatt in Wilkes-Barre." She responded.

"Wow, I actually haven't found a place to stay. I was hoping to crash with Jim but him and Pam seem...frisky."

Karen looked at him for a bit, "Do you want to stay with me? I mean, the room has two beds."

"Wow," Ryan said, he looked a little surprised. Karen did look really nice, and she was a nice person from what he knew. "Yeah, sure. Thanks for offering."

She smiled at him, "No problem. You wanna go get some champagne?"

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The dance floor was packed as music played, One Week by the Barenaked Ladies just ended, and a slow song began. It was a cover of Blackbird by The Beatles. Dwight and Angela held eachother in the middle, swaying to to song. Ryan and Karen left together, fingers entwined. Michael and Jan held eachother close and kissed. Andy and Kelly swayed together, and under the influence of a few glasses of champagne, were making out. Tob and Angela's sister were nowhere to be found, but there was some rustling underneath the empty cake table. Jim and Pam looked through the request book, and picked out The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson. They giggled at eachother at oher potential choices that could be made.

"I would love to see Dwight to the Electric Slide." Pam said, "That would be amazing on Youtube."

"Oh that would be amazing, Pam." Jim said, "an Angela doing the Macerena." Pam's mouth gaped as she laughed. Jim checked his watch and looked at the time. "It's getting really late." She stole his arm and looked, the watch read 8:15.

"No it's not. It's only 8." She said.

"Take into consideration that the ceremony started at 1:30." Pam stared at him, and nodded.

"Do you wanna go somewhere? Like...your place? or mine?" She asked.

"Let's go to you place, my house needs cleaned and I turn the heat off when I'm not home, so it takes like, an hour to warm up." Pam took Jim's hand and they left the tent, while everyone else still partied. Walking out, they saw Ryan and Karen leaning against his car, kissing. Jim and Pam both gave out a small smile and walked to their cars.

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The party had ended, and everyone had gone home. Dwight and Angela walked into the farmhouse, it was empty. Mose hitched a ride with one of Dwight's other cousins to a hotel, so the newlyweds could have the house all to themselves. He took off his tuxedo jacket and looked at her, shoes kicked off and hair down. "So Mrs Schrute," he said, "What would you like to do the night before we leave on our honeymoon to Italy?"

"What do I want to do?" She said, turning around, the zipper of her dress facing him. She started to climb the steps and headed to his bedroom. "You." She said. Dwight was hot on her heels, as they made their way to the bedroom. The night was still young, and their love was now official. It couldn't have been better.

OMG It's over. I'm proud of myself for finishing the story. Oh yes and the winner! I'm going to have to go with Pink the Color. She named one of the houses that even I didn't get! So she is the winner, and she can PM me from my profile whatever pairing she wants! I tried to put a few of my favorite pairing into this last chapter. I love that other than Dwangela, RyanKaren was the second most focused pairing this chapter. I read a story about them (it's called Found. READ IT.), and I fell for the pairing. Well, I'll see you guys next story. BYEEEEEEE!!