OH MY GOODNESS! I NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET HERE! Well folks, thank you soooooo much for your patience, here is THE FINAL CHAPTER of Ain't No Rest For The Wicked. Please enjoy


Skipper tried to fix the position of his medal on his dark blue uniform once again. His arm had healed a considerable amount since that night so many months ago but he still kept a few bandages on it, just in case. And today he did not want any mishaps what so ever. He heard a knock on the door jamb. He looked up in the mirror to see Kowalski standing behind him.

"Everybody else is ready," Kowalski said, dressed in the same blue uniform. He tossed his hat up and down.

"I know, I'm just nervous about today." Skipper said leaning over the sink. Kowalski came and rested a hand on his shoulder. Skipper looked up and smiled at his friend in the mirror. Kowalski picked up Skipper's hat from the shelf and handed it to him. Skipper put it on and did one final survey in the mirror before turning around to face Kowalski, "Well? How do I look?" he asked.

"Exceedingly sharp sir," Kowalski said with a smile as he embraced his friend. Skipper walked out of the bathroom where his other two comrades were sitting. They were all dressed in their uniforms. Private's was the only one whose uniform did not match due to the fact it was a British Navy uniform and not a United States Marines uniform. Private was leaning back on a seat kicking his feet back and forth and staring at the ceiling. Rico was tossing his hat up into the air and catching it again, for probably the first time in his life, or at least in the time that Skipper had known him, his hair was actually combed properly. When both heard Skipper and Kowalski walking back into the room they turned to look. Rico whistled.

"Looking good sir," Private said with a smile on his face, "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous." Skipper said with a nervous laugh. Rico gave him a hearty pat on the back.

"Ready?" he managed to rasp out. Skipper took one more deep breath before nodding.

"Yes, I'm ready." He said.

Minutes later Skipper was standing that the altar. He looked out at the crowd of people. He could see Officer X sitting near the middle. Not far behind him going unnoticed was Max, he was sitting among the general guests for the first time as a clean man, his twitch had gone away and he felt better than ever. Over in the corner Skipper could see some of his old friends from the service, Manfredi and Johnson were sitting side by side; Mandfredi had a bandage wrapped around his head and Johnson had his arm in a sling, they were both injured from some recent misadventure but still managed to come see their old military friend. Next to the two injured soldiers was Skipper's old commanding officer Buck Rockgut, he was sitting calmly with his arms crossed across his chest. On the left side of the church was Skippers family, there was barely a man on that side of the church without a uniform on. On the right side was Marlene's family, which was considerably less uniformed and much more colorful than Skipper's family was expecting. Quiet music began as the parents of the bride and groom came into the church to be seated.

Skipper's parents were seated in the front row. Ace Blake wore a similar uniform to his son's, although it was from World War 1 it was still in near perfect condition with the metals gleaming in the light. He was an aging man, that was for certain, but he aged well and had many stories to tell. Skipper's mother, Maria Blake sat next to her husband with a smile on her face; she wore a modest dress of blue silk as it was Skipper's favorite color. He could clearly see the wrinkles on her face from where he was standing, but her eyes shone of a youth that had not left.

Marlene's mother, Janet, was seated in the front row as well. To her left was another seat, left empty for now. She was a lovely woman, not as old as Skipper's mother, with brown hair and warm brown eyes like her daughter. She was dressed in a long rose colored dress of some muslin material. Her brown hair was much longer than Skipper's mother, but it was pulled back in an acceptable fashion.

Suddenly the music changed from its almost silent background tone to a beautiful rendition of Green Sleeves. The doors to the church opened and one by one, each of Skipper's boys came down the aisle with a girl on their arm. Private came down first with Gloria, behind him were Rico and Carlotta, and behind them were Kowalski and Doris, who was allowed to come to the wedding after a lot of begging on Kowalski's part. Each of the boys bowed to their counter parts and took their places on opposite sides of the altar. Kowalski stood right next to Skipper, as his best man. Gloria stood closest to the altar on the girls' side as the Maid of Honor.

The music changed once more and every single person in the church stood and turned to face the door. There, standing in the doorway with her father by her side, was Marlene. Her face was hidden by a veil of fine white lace. As she walked down the aisle the train of her dress flowed behind her like a peaceful flowing brook. The silk clung modestly to her body and shimmered under the lights. Skipper could help but smile at the sight. Marlene's father walked her to the end of the aisle. Alejandro, Marlene's father, was also a well aged man. He was born in Spain but had moved to the states just before the Great War. He wore a basic black tux and his dark hair had been combed back. As they reached the end of the aisle, Alejandro raised the veil and kissed his daughter on her cheek before handing her over to Skipper.

"Take care of her," He said with a thick Spanish accent. Skipper nodded.

"I will," He took Marlene by the hand as she joined him at the altar, "You look beautiful," he whispered to Marlene who blushed beneath her veil.

The minister turned to face them. He looked at the couple and smiled before beginning, "Marriage," he began, "Marriage is what brings us together today. Marriage, that blessed arrangement; that dream within a dream, may the lord smile upon this couple and this blessed event today. You two have been through, heh, quite a lot in the past few months," The minister said with smile and a slight laugh, "But such is life, you will have your highs and your lows, your ups and downs; the important thing is to never forget your love for each other. There are things in this world that will challenge you, but those who love can walk through the valley of sorrow and make it a place of springs. When you two met as children on the roof tops of this city who would have thought that you would be here, nearly twenty years later, getting married. Please take each other's hands." Skipper and Marlene did so. Skipper turned to receive Marlene's ring from Kowalski, "James, please repeat after me. Marlene, with this ring,"

"Marlene, with this ring,"

"I take you to be my wife,"

"I take you to be my wife,"

"As my friend and love,"

"As my friend and love,"

"I will laugh with you and cry with you,"

"I will laugh with you and cry with you,"

"And be there for you always,"

"And be there for you always,"

"I will be with you through the good and bad times,"

"I will be with you through the good and bad times,"

"And love you always,"

"And love you always," and with that Skipper slipped the ring onto Marlene's finger and smiled. Marlene then turned to retrieve Skipper's ring from Gloria.

"Marlene, please repeat after me. James, with this ring,"

"James, with this ring,"

"I take you to be my husband,"

"I take you to be my husband,"

"As my friend and love,"

"As my friend and love,"

"I will laugh with you and cry with you,"

"I will laugh with you and cry with you,"

"And be there for you always,"

"And be there for you always,"

"I will be with you through the good and bad times,"

"I will be with you through the good and bad times,"

"And love you always,"

"And love you always," Marlene slipped the ring onto Skipper's finger and looked up into his blue eyes. She almost began to shake because she could not contain her joy. Skipper laughed a bit to himself. The minister noticed this and nearly laughed himself.

"Don't worry," he said to Marlene, "we're almost there." The minister looked at the two, "Do you, James Andrew Blake take Marlene Jessica Arrobal as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And do you, Marlene Jessica Arrobal take James Andrew Blake as you lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"By the power invested to me by the state of New York, it is my deepest pride and greatest pleasure, to pronounce you man and wife. James, you may now kiss your wife," Skipper needed no other incentive to pull Marlene close to him and kiss her deeply. The minister looked out at the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. James Andrew Blake!" the crowd erupted into cheers.

At the reception, family and friends intermingled on the dance floor, in between tables and with the Bride and Groom. As a deal, Julien had let Skipper and Marlene host their reception at the Lemur Club. Julien got up onto the stage and grabbed the microphone away from Darla who was singing.

"Everybody's listen up!" The band stopped playing and people turned their attention to Julien, Skipper hid his face in his palm.

"He's quite the showstopper isn't he?' Marlene said with a slight laugh.

"You have no idea," Skipper mumbled into his hand. Marlene merely laughed at him.

"It is now time to stop your pathetic excuse for dancing and get your booties up here to toast to the lovely bride and her husband. I need Miss Janet, Mister Kowalski, and Miss Gloria up here now!" Julien said in an almost bossy matter. Each one came up to the stage but just as Kowalski was about to grab the mic from Julien, he swiped it away, "But first I have something to say!"

"This can't be good," Skipper said quietly to Marlene.

"As is a tradition in my country," he jumped off the stage and walked over to Marlene and Skipper's table, taking the microphone with him, "We give the bride a flower," He snapped his fingers and Maurice wandered over from the bar with a vase. Julien plucked a beautiful pink flower from the vase, "This is the Indian Azazaleea," he said trying to pronounce the flower's name.

"Azalea, sir," Maurice said rolling his eyes.

"That's what I said," Julien added, "It symbolizes being true to the end, which you must do in order to make your marriage work." Marlene graciously accepted the flower and smiled, "And for the groom!" Julien snapped his fingers again and Maurice brought over a nice bottle of scotch, something that Skipper knew was hard to find, "A bottle of spirits, because when this one starts yelling," He motioned to Marlene, "You're going to need it to make your marriage work!" Skipper laughed and accepted the finely decorated bottle and thanked Julien. Julien ran back to the stage with his microphone, "And now, onto the speeches!" He handed the microphone to Kowalski who took it and gave Julien a strange look as he walked off. Kowalski looked at Skipper and Marlene and smiled.

"Skipper, Marlene, I've know you guys for a long time. Marlene, I didn't know you both that well when we were in high school, but the day that you moved into the apartment with Skipper and I after graduation I got to know you… quite well," He laughed a bit, "You wrote us letters and sent us packages while Skipper and I were at military school, you helped me when my mother passed away, you've been such an amazing person and most of all you've been extremely patient with Skipper, something that most people couldn't do. Skipper and I have seen things that most people should ever see in their life time, but when I look at you two, I could not find a more perfect match and I know that there is good in the world. Marlene, Skipper, I love you both," he raised his glass, "To the newlyweds!" The crowd raised their glasses and drank. Janet was up next.

"Skipper, when I first met you, you were this little eight year old kid with a big smile and an even bigger heart. You have been there for my daughter for as long as I can remember, and I could not think of a better match for her. Marlene, when you first introduced Skipper for me, although you were both very young, I could tell that he was the only one for you. I've been married now for almost thirty years and I would like to offer some advice; never stop being friends, don't ever go to bed angry at each other, overuse 'I love you' take in the small moments, but above all love each other with every fiber of your being. Marlene I love you so much, and Skipper, thank you for taking care of my daughter," She raised her glass, "To you both!" Gloria took the mic from Janet.

"Well I have no idea how I'm supposed to top that one," She said with a slight smile, "Marlene, you were my first friend in this city, you reached out to me when no one else would and you are the best friend a girl could ask for. Skipper, the first time we met was… well less than perfect," Skipper laughed to himself a little bit as he remembered the mistake he had made when he first met Gloria, "For those of you who don't know, Skipper thought I was the house keeper, after I threw a bucket of water on him he discovered otherwise. But I've grown to love you. I would also like to give some advice for you both; do little things for each other, don't forget to love life, don't go to bed angry, instead you could be like my neighbors and stay up all night fighting, but love life just as much as you love each other. You've only got one life to live, so live it well. To Marlene and Skipper!" With the last toast complete Julien struck up the band once more.

"Before we get to some cake, who would like to see Skipper and Marlene have their first dance?" The crowd cheered. Skipper stood up and offered his hand to Marlene who took it. They glided to the center of the dance floor and began their slow and steady melodic dance. Darla sang a slow beautiful song into the microphone. Skipper held his bride close and smiled, knowing that everything was the way it was supposed to be.

In New York it was hard to keep things the same for long, especially for Skipper's field of work. Like Barry had said, wicked didn't sleep in this city. But love didn't sleep either, it kept things together; it fueled life and the city itself. Heroics were nothing without love. As the moon shone over the marriage and that joyful night, James "Skipper" Blake knew that after the honey moon he would be back in his flat, hitting the buzzer on his alarm clock at six am sharp, running a hand through his black hair, and getting ready for a new day. But that's a different story for a different time.


Well, there you are! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and my story in general. I Want to thank all my amazing reviewers for their support. and my cousin, who's wedding on the 8th inspired many aspects of this wedding scene. I hope you all venture out there and read some of my other work (except Forbidden Love... I'm not a personal fan of that story) and hopefully I'll be back with other stories in the future. I Love you all! Thank you so much.

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