Six Months Later…

"I can't go in there." Pete turned around, walking away from the gothic-style church in front of her.

John grabbed her, pulling her back. "Petunia…"

Pete glared at him. "I told you never to call me that!"

John smirked. "But it always gets your attention. C'mon, luv. I thought you wanted to do this."

Pete pulled her hand away from John and smoothed her dress. "I did, but now I'm not so sure."

John gave her a smiled. "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid! Of a wedding? No."

"Don't make me have to drag you in there, then. I might embarrass you."

Pete rolled her eyes, then sobered. "John, I'm not sure this is what I want. I mean, I thought I needed to do this, but now that we're actually here…"

John smiled down at her. "It's your call, luv. I'm just here for moral support."

Pete smiled back. "And the desire to see the look on Kit's face when I walk in on your arm."

"Well, yeah, that, too," John said with a shrug.

Pete took a deep breath. "I can do this."

"Yes, you can."

Pete took his hand. "Let's go in."

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"Pete!" I'm so glad you could make it!"

Pete smiled at Meggan as the fey woman ran to her, her long white train dragging behind her. Meggan hugged Pete tightly. "When I sent the invitation, Brian said you wouldn't come, but I knew you would."

Pete gave Meggan a smile. "It was a lovely wedding, Meggan. I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Meggan returned the smile, pulling away from Pete. "And I see you've brought a date."

John winked. "'ello, luv. Don't you make the beautiful bride."

Meggan blushed. "Thank you."

Meggan lowered her voice. "Don't tell Kit I said this, but I was always pulling for you two. You're meant for each other, I just know it."

It was Pete's turn to blush as John reached down and squeezed her hand. "Thanks, Meggan."

"Well, I can't neglect my other guests," Meggan said as more people began to file into the reception. "I'll find the two of you later, and we can catch up."

Meggan went to greet someone else, and Pete walked with John, finding there seats in the massive reception hall. Pete groaned when she saw who they'd been seated with. "Figures that wanker Braddock would do something like this."

"Wot, luv?" John asked. Pete pointed to the place card across from them. John groaned. "Kit Pryde. Oh bullocks." He frowned. "Want me to go demand Braddock move us?"

Pete shook her head. "No. I can handle Kit. I knew I was going to have to see him tonight anyway."

"And speak of the devil…" John muttered as Kit approached the table.

Kit gave John a startled glance before turning his attention to Pete. "Pete! You came! And what do you know, we're seated at the same table!"

John fought the urge to punch the younger man. The tone in his voice made it obvious that the seating arrangement had been no accident. But it was also obvious that he hadn't been planning on John being there…

"So where's Renée?" Pete asked as the three of them sat down.

Kit blushed, looking down at the table in front of him. "She, um…"

"Dumped him three months ago," Rhane Sinclair said, sitting down at the table.

"Rhane!" Pete said happily, glad to see a familiar face at the table that wasn't Kit's.

"We decided to go our separate ways," Kit said, shooting the weregirl a look. "It was a mutual agreement."

"Right," Rhane said with a patronizing smile. She turned back to Pete. "You look like life has treated you well," Rhane said.

"It has," Pete said with a smile. "I'm very happy back in London." She took John's hand again, gripping it on the table for all to see. "John and I are very happy."

Rhane smiled. "That's wonderful."

Kit unabashedly glared at Pete and John's hands. "Yeah, just wonderful."

John smirked. He liked being on the other side of this for once. He looked over at Kit. "So, you found anyone since you and Renée…mutually parted ways?"

Kit turned his glare up to John. "I've been enjoying single life, actually," he said. "No point in tying yourself down to one woman."

"Of course not, mate," John said with a smile. "More time for your computer that way, right? Maybe the occasional Dungeons and Dragons tournament?"

If Kit had been able to kill John at that moment and get away with it, he probably would have. Pete decided to change the subject. "So, how are things on Muir?"

"They're good," Rhane said, "Although we've decided that it's about time for Excalibur to come to an end. Kurt, Piotr, and Kit are going back to the States next week to rejoin the X-Men."

"Oh?" Pete looked over at Kit. "Are you looking forward to that?"

"Yes." He glanced back at Pete and John's interlaced hands. "Not like there's anything to keep me here…"

John gave Kit a smug smile. "No, I guess there isn't," he said, leaning over to give Pete a meaningful kiss.

Kit opened his mouth to say something when the speaker system let out an awful squeal of feedback. The DJ made a quick apology and then proceeded to announce the new Mr. and Mrs. Braddock and their first dance as husband and wife. Pete was relieved when Kit turned to watch, grateful that he wasn't pursuing any sort of an argument with John. As much as she still harbored some resentment towards Kit, she still didn't want to see him end up a broken pile on the floor. Meggan wouldn't want her wedding ruined like that.

As Meggan and Brian's dance ended, other couples began to join them on the dance floor. Kit turned quickly to Pete. "Dance with me," he said.

Pete stumbled, looking over at John. John winked, "Go on, luv. I don't have anything to worry about with that tosser. You know which one of us is more of a man…"

Kit shot John a murderous look before standing up, reaching his hand out to Pete. "Just one dance."

Pete sighed, figuring she might as well get it over with. Kit obviously had something he wanted to say, and knowing him, he wouldn't leave her alone until he said it. She stood, ignoring Kit's offered hand, choosing to give John a long, showy kiss instead. "I'll be back soon, lover," she said softly, but loud enough to Kit to hear.

Kit led Pete to the dance floor, just as a new song was beginning. It was slow, and Kit wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as they swayed back and forth to the music. Pete was surprised to find that his touch stirred nothing inside of her. Not hate nor lust. Just nothing. She smiled at the thought.

Kit leaned down, breathing Pete's scent in lightly. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, and it made his heart ache. "I've missed you," he admitted.

"Have you?" Pete said, looking up at him.

"Yes. I was a complete idiot to throw away what we had. I mean, I thought that I would be happier with Renée because she was, well, younger…and more like me. But I wasn't. And in the end, she left me just like I left you." Kit took a deep breath. "I realized then just how much I still love you, Pete. I want you to come to America with me. I think you could find a home with the X-Men…and me."

Pete looked up, her expression warm. "Oh, Kit, that's so sweet," she said.

"So you'll come with me?" Kit asked.

Pete snorted. "Please. I'd rather spend the rest of my life in a tiny cell with a monkey getting goop poured on my head at random intervals than be stuck with the bloody X-Men. Besides, I already have a home. With John."

Kit narrowed his eyes. "Constantine? Please, Pete. Isn't it obvious all he wants is sex?"

Pete patted his cheek. "Silly little boy. No, what John and I have is a nice, grown-up relationship." She pulled away. "Now why don't you go play with your toys or something, hmm?"

Kit sputtered. "But…you can't honestly be choosing him over me."

"I am." Pete started to walk off the dance floor, but stopped, turning back to face Kit. "Oh, and just for the record, I was never too old for you. You were just too bloody young for me."

Kit stared in shock as Pete walked away.

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Pete flopped back on the bed. "I can't believe I survived that."

John took of his tie, hanging it over the doorknob. "You did great, luv. Showed all those Excalibur blokes just 'ow well you're doin these days."

"I'm glad I went, though. Felt sorta…cathartic."

"I'm glad you went, too," John said, sitting beside her on the bed. "But now we're back home in our little world, and I'm glad for that, too."

Pete smiled. "So am I." She reached up, stroking John's face. "I love you. Always have."

"And I love you," John replied, reaching up and taking her hand, brining it to his lips. "Always will."

Pete smiled as John leaned down, kissing her.

For the first time in her life, she was whole.

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