The Wedding Chronicles - Epilogue

AN - Alright. This is sort of the end. There is a sequel coming for those of you asking yourself, "So what about Tommy?". It's not as gloomy as this one, I promise. As I write this, it's not written yet, but hopefully it's not too far off. Pretty much this is just some fluff that kind of ends the story. I hope you enjoyed "In The End", and thanks to everyone who stuck it out.

Disclaimer - The characters from AGU are property of KlaskyCsupo.


I'll bet you never knew how beautiful it is to watch lightning bolts tear up a blazing sky.

The lights of the city have turned the clouds hanging overhead a fiery orange, and it truly seems that the sky is on fire. The storm only enhances it - sheets of water pelting down from nothing that looked qualified to be carrying that much liquid in it. The thunder is roaring and dark, so powerful it rattles windows.

And then there's the lightning.

I'm standing at the glass door that leads out on to the balcony and wondering at the right-angled turn that my life had suddenly taken.

Three days ago it was all so much simpler. Three days ago I was living in London, a recovering alcoholic playing music and trying to lead a new life - and leave his old one behind. But, of course, idiot that I am, I had to come back. Back to my old life. Back to the girl I loved. Back to everything I tried so hard to put behind me.

What kind of guy steals his best friend's fiancé? br
I feel a hand slip softly into mine and a head fall to rest on my shoulder. I absentmindedly wrap an arm around the small of her back and stroke the palm of her other hand softly.

"What are you thinking about?"

Isn't that a loaded question?

What the hell was I thinking? Have I gone certifiably insane? Maybe now that I'm back in the country I need to start seeing my therapist again. I come all the way to the States from London and I steal away my best friend's girl when she's hours away from becoming his wife? I mean, I know she came to me, but...I shouldn't have come back.

"I shouldn't have come back," I tell her. "It was a mistake."

She shakes her head. "It wasn't, Phil. If I'd married Tommy - "

"If I hadn't come back, then you'd have lived happily ever after with Tommy," I tell her. "It was my fault."

She reaches up and hits me across the back of the head, and I mutter "Ow," while reaching up to rub the surely reddening spot on my scalp. "Right, you stop blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault, first off." She stands on tip-toes and kisses me on the cheek, as if making amends for slapping me. "Second..." she sighs. "You may think you stole me, but...I wanted to be stolen. Because it wouldn't have been right between me and Tommy. It never would have lasted, because he and I don't have what you and I have. And I always knew it," she tells me. "I always knew it."

I look down at her sadly in the dark of the night. She returns my gaze before tucking her head into my neck and watching the storm.

"I'm sorry I ran away," I tell her.

"I don't blame you. I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

I shake my head and, despite everything, manage to choke out a laugh. "We're the sorriest young lovers that I've ever heard of."

I can feel rather than see her grin. "I love you."

And my heart soars.

"You know, you're dealing with this all better than I thought you would," she tells me.

"How do you mean?"

"I can't believe you forgave me," she whispers against my shoulder.

I shake my head. "How could I not?" I tip her chin up so I can look into her eyes. "I've got to admit, I didn't want to. I wanted to tell you to go and marry him, or go and do whatever, but that I couldn't take you back. Not again.

"And what do you want now?" she asks, unflinchingly.

"To love you," I tell her. It's the only explanation that I can find.

But she doesn't seem to mind.

"So where do we go now?" she asks.

I sigh. "I don't know. I've got to go back to London, and settle things there."

She nods. "I more meant, where do we go now as us?"

I grin. "Ah. That."

"Yeah, that."

I shrug. "We tell everyone, I guess."

She smiles again. "So, d'you think they're wondering where we are?"

"Probably already worked it out."

"Think they'll find us?"

"Suzie and Angelica probably know better than to let them look."

"My parents are going to be furious. Tommy's going to kill you."

"We're adults."

"I ran out on my own wedding!"

"We'll say I hit you with a club and dragged you to my cave."

She chuckles, and I smile.

"There's that laugh. I missed it, you know."

"You missed my laugh?" she asks, amused.

"I missed your laugh, your smile, your hair...I missed you."

A tear slips down her cheek and I lean down and kiss it away.

"You won't have to anymore," she tells me, and I feel tears starting to come on myself.

And it's all too easy to say that this is perfect. That this is how it was meant to be, how it was always meant to be. But... "Kimmi?"

"Yeah?" she replies, quietly. Barely more than a whisper.

"Are we going to work out?" I ask her, stroking her further tears away with the pad of my thumb.

"I don't know," she tells me. "But...if you're asking what I think you're asking..." and she reaches up, hooking her arms around my neck and kissing me. I breathe her in, practically feeling like I could just inhale her and make her a part of me forever. "I'm never going to regret taking a chance to find out."

And I tighten my arms around her, and I know that this is how it was meant to be. How it was always meant to be, how it was always meant to go.

For all that's happened, for all that went wrong, this is the happiest moment of my life, standing here with her, watching lightning bolts tear up a blazing sky.


End Note:
It's done. At long last. Thank you sincerely to all who reviewed, especially RupertGrint'sGirl, for giving me my first review, LilWolfgirl, Peachy15, Tattered Remnaints and A Hopeless Romantic for sticking it out from beginning to end, and the unstoppable DigitalDamita for her kind reviews and sudden heroic appearance midway through.

Massive thanks also go out to BrokenandDiscarded - the author of the incredible fanfiction "Splintered Reflections", to whom I owe a great, great deal.

Last, but definitely not least - one last hurrah for Jonathan, for working through the concept of this fic with me from square one - he is the only person who ever read my aborted first chapter of the original "Love Your Way", a Z/K/P triangle with Phil in a sandbox (I'm determined to use that scene in a fic). This fic wouldn't have been created without the advice he offered and the support he gave, especially when I was going through a hard time as a writer in February. You rule, man.

And one last time - I'd be massively appreciative if you'd all review.