From: believe_the_lie@lycosmail.com
Date: 18 Jan 1999 10:51:25 -0800
Subject: The wedding 1/1 by Brit*Vik

Title : The Wedding
Author : Fallen Angel
E-mail : Lara   HYPERLINK "mailto:victoria.farrell@hulme-grammar.oldham.sch.uk"   victoria.farrell@hulme-grammar.oldham.sch.uk 
Rating : U - suitable for anyone and everyone who cares to take the trouble.
Category : V, MSR, alternate universe
Spoilers : Absolutely nothing at all. Sorry!
Summary : You'll figure it out. It's short enough as it is.
Archive : Wherever the hell you like, as long as I know.
Disclaimer : We give them their viewing figures, the least they (you know who you are) could let us do is play with their toys. Anyway, Olivia is mine. No money's changing hands. For once in my life, I'm doing something for the good of human kind.
Feedback : Give it to me! (If any of you knew Fallen Angel you'd know how funny - and appropriate - this actually is! - Brit*Vik)
Dedication : To my sisters, my saviours in this difficult time. Also to my obsessed brothers and sisters out there. I know how you suffer.


"The Wedding"

My legs are like jelly and I'm amazed they can still hold me up. Amazed, but grateful. The last thing I need is for my legs to buckle under me in front of all these people. I glance around the Church, barely even registering the faces I see. Except for her's. those bright, blue eyes still captivate me after all this time and for the millionth time I wonder how I haven't physically drowned in them yet. I realise that she's even  more beautiful now than she was that day she first walked into my office - and my life. I have to drag my eyes away from her, for she is not my focus right now. I turn instead to Olivia.

Olivia. She looks radiant today, prettier than ever before. I remember the day she came into my life, too. I was enchanted from the first moment I laid eyes on her. I never really believed in love at first sight but I know better now. I've fallen hard - twice. First Scully and then Olivia. I love Olivia so much that I think my heart might burst. Today, my love is mingled with pride. She looks so beautiful in the dress she spent months choosing but wouldn't let me see. Typical Olivia - she loves surprising me. I can't believe that the beautiful young woman by my side belongs to me. I suddenly feel so possessive of her that I don't even want to share her with everyone in this Church.

I glance around again and this time my eyes lock with her's. For the first time. I see the tears shining in them, threatening to spill over onto her soft, flawless cheeks. My first thought is that she'll be really mad if her make-up gets ruined but a voice in my head forces me to be serious. I know why she cries and my immediate instinct is to run to her, comfort her, as I have done so many times in the past. But not today. Today belongs to Olivia and I must devote all my attention to her. Idly, I think how much better Olivia Mulder sounds than Olivia Knight.

I drag my thoughts back to the present, realising it will soon be time for me to speak the two words I have practised for weeks. I concentrate on the minister's words, resolute in my determination not to look behing me again, to give everything I have to make today special for Liv. 

The minister pauses and I realise the time has come. Taking a deep breath, I speak the words loud and clearly. "I do". Olivia smiles beside me and I take this as my cue. I step backwards to join my beloved wife and gently brush away her tears of pride and joy. I slip my arm around her still-tiny waist and we fix our eyes on Olivia, our beautiful, longed-for daughter.

FIN

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