darker_london | The Wedding Mistake (Deirdre, Giles, Wedding people, Marina, COMPLETELY OPEN)

Deirdre was so unbelievably and indescribably happy.

Her closest friends and family-members (minus the one contentious objector and her dear, lost Flynn) had completely taken over a beautiful manor-house and just four hours earlier she had stood in front of them in a medieval-looking hall and they had exchanged vows to love each other forever.

And they would. Deirdre honestly believed it. She would love Giles forever, or as long as his mortal life lasted. She had no idea her marriage was rushing headlong towards disaster before it would ever really get the chance to begin.

The wedding had been officiated by someone Deirdre didn't know because Peter had informed her that he couldn't perform a legal wedding ceremony when she had asked him. Instead of presiding over her wedding, the man who had saved her life on more than one occasion was asked to give Deirdre away. Deirdre couldn't help but notice that he hesitated letting go of her. She mistook it for fondness and flashed him a bright smile he hadn't quite returned.

Their wedding attendants had lined up, not adhering to gender because Deirdre had so wanted Flynn to be her Best Man. Instead, the spot beside her was left empty to signify his absence. Deirdre didn't feel like covering it up and throughout the ceremony, she felt his absence like a hole in her heart, but she carried on. She said the words she was supposed to say. She smiled and slid the ring onto Giles' finger and she let Giles put a ring on hers. She kissed Giles when they were announced as man and wife, and she smiled brightly as they made their way back down the aisle as one.

The reception was loud and happy. Deirdre mingled now, flitting between small groups of the people she loved as Serenity and Godric played piano duets on stage. Giles and Deirdre's twins were being looked after by the nanny, and every once in a while Deirdre glanced over to make sure they were getting on okay.

Deirdre was sipping strawberry champagne cocktails, her favourite, and trying not to get so completely drunk that she started talking like a pirate. It was what she did was she was drunk, but it was her wedding day, not 'Talk Like a Pirate Day'. Her name was Deirdre Raines now. They had signed the license and it had been witnessed and everything. It was legal. Maybe Deirdre Raines didn't talk like a pirate like Deirdre Gallagher had. She honestly believed she had time to discover these things about her New Self. Which meant she also believed that being married meant she would have a New Self.

She didn't feel any different yet.

Peter walked over to her and Deirdre downed the rest of her drink quickly out of respect for him. She wouldn't drink in front of her Peter. "Hey," she smiled widely at him and then she rushed into his arms. "I love you, you know." She looked up at him and then she nuzzled his face with hers, which caused him to laugh out loud. Music to her ears.

"You're a little bit tipsy, aren't you?" Peter asked, his voice conveying his fondness. Deirdre was one of the reasons he had come back to London. She was the reason he was still here. She had been the catalyst for so much, and he in turn was the reason she was still here. Nothing would ever break that bond.

"Just a little, but hey look, no pirate!" she said, beaming at him before nuzzling him again.

"But I like pirate Deirdre. Though face-hugger Deirdre is new and interesting. You're getting make-up all over me..."

"Maybe he's born with it, maybe it's secondhand Maybelline!" Deirdre sang loudly into his ear as only Deirdre could. "I could give you eyeliner and then you'd be so pretty!"

"Oh please no," Peter begged her lightly, because he knew he would do anything if she asked him. And Deirdre didn't usually ask anyway, she just did it. "Thomas already called me a girl because I cried the entire ceremony. But it was so beautiful!"

Deirdre laughed heartily and she pulled back so she could survey the damage. "Just a sec." Deirdre grabbed a napkin from the nearest table and before Peter could stop her, she had licked the napkin and wiped at the make-up on his face.

"Augh she licked me!" Peter screeched, since he was, at heart, a germaphobe.

Giles, who had been chatting with Quinn, came up behind Peter and Deirdre and he laughed, "my wife is licking someone else already?" he asked, grinning at her.

"Yes, would you like me to re-enact it?"

"No please!" Peter said, wiping at his face now with an entirely different napkin. He would have to find his wife. She would have his hand sanitizer.

"I'd rather just kiss you again," Giles said, before dipping Deirdre and kissing her deeply. It sent a happy little thrill through her body and when they straightened up again, Deirdre promptly grabbed Giles' wrist and dragged him somewhere Peter had absolutely no intention of following. And this the marriage was consummated in typical Deirdre-style. In the bridesmaids dressing room, wedding dress up over her head, her garter around Giles' hair.

And when bride and groom returned, changed into their party clothes, it was almost time for dinner to begin.

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Paula was having a brilliant time swinging her brother around on the dancefloor. She cackled brightly, filled with drink and glory, and Jason was very good at not making her fall down.

"I love weddings!" Paula beamed to everyone nearish the bar when she went to get another glass of bubbly. Not that she'd ever been to any other weddings, but this one was pretty good.

Deirdre danced over to her siblings near the bar, some of of her siblings at least, leaving Giles alone with the twins. She had decided it was his job to feed them because it was her wedding day and as the bride, she won. Even over the groom.

"Guys!" she yelled, practically jumping into her sister Paula's arms. "I'm a married lady! I'm respectable! This means I can't flash you any more, Jason!" And she leaned over to kiss Jason's cheek, still in Paula's arms.

Paula giggled. "Yeah, like that'll stop you!" she told her, biting into her shoulder. Deirdre turned piratey when she drank - Paula got nibbley. "You look so so pretty!" she told her sister in awe, because she really did. All happy and shiny and Deirdre-like.

"I totally know," Deirdre said, never one to be tactful when she did in fact know the truth. She was a hottie. "But you too! You're totally the hottest bridesmaid," she grinned. "Arrr, matey, where's me nosh!"

Helena had managed to convince Lucas to dance like they were grown ups (even though he'd complained about it. Helena had to pout quite a bit.), but now he'd gone outside for a smoke and Deirdre made her way over to the bar where Deirdre and her siblings were.

"Oh no," she stated, hearing the last words. "She's gone full-pirate!"

"Arrr, where's me parrot!" Deirdre grinned at Helena and she went to hug the girl who had known her longer than most of the people who had gathered to celebrate her wedding. Helena was like a sister to her. She had known Deirdre in her childhood in Dublin and they had gotten up to much mischief, together with Deirdre's cousin Evanna, which had tormented and thrilled Helena's foster brother, Lee.

Seeing Helena and Deirdre together, Evey left Lee's side and she joined them. "Did you just ask about a parrot?"

"Arrrr, every pirate queen needs her parrot!" Deirdre replied.

"Does chicken count? You're about to eat some," Evey winked at Helena.

"Oh no, me birdy, arrrr!" Deirdre laughed and then she reached out her hand to hold Evey's. "All pirates aside, I'm glad you're here."

"Me too, Desi," Evey answered with a wide smile.

The drive was far too long for Marina's liking but it was easy enough once there to find out where the reception itself was happening. She walked through the door - completely under-dressed among all these happy guests - and looked around from there to find him, her treacherous heart thundering.

When she spotted him he was smiling and sitting with what she could only assume were his children. She stalked across the room and it wasn't until she was standing right in front of him that she hissed, "you cheating, fucking asshole!"

Daria was talking to Juliette in the kids corner, after she'd sent Noah off to be a good boyfriend and conduct a full on raid-and-pillage of the buffet tables. Phoebe had been starting to grizzle toward the end of the service and Daria was trying to give her a tippy cup of juice, but there was just so much going on. Phoebe would have a mouthful and then some new colourful thing would distract her and she'd pull away from the cup again. Cassandra, meanwhile, was breaking out on her own and butt-wriggling toward Deirdre's twins, who weren't far off.

When Marina stormed in, Daria stopped talking midsentance to watch. "Easy," she said, sliding her arm around Phoebe just a little more. Cassandra wasn't worried about was trying to pull off one of Eiley's shoes.

Giles had been laughing and trying to referee the shoe-stealing since Deirdre had purchased the shoes special and they sparkled, completely forgetting that babies usually wanted to hold sparkly things and not wear them.

And then someone was yelling and Giles looked up and it was Marina. Marina, who he loved and hadn't wanted to hurt. And she was above him and yelling. Giles passed his son over to Juliette so the nanny could keep him safe, and he stood to take Marina's arm. "Marina, let's talk outside." Inside, his heart was racing and breaking at the same time. He loved her and he loved Deirdre and now they were both in the same room and it wasn't going to end well.

Deirdre was dancing with Evey when she saw a strange woman speaking with Giles. "Paula, who's that?" she asked, as if Paula would have a clue. "Who's there talking to my husband?"

"How could you do this to me?" Marina demanded, her voice a hiss. She was trying not to yell. "How could you not tell me you were getting married today! You slept with me!"

Paula looked over and shrugged. "Was she at the wedding? She's dressed kinda sloppy."

Daria cast her eyes through the small crowd toward the buffet, psychicly willing Noah to get his butt back over here. She kissed Phoebe on the top of her head and slid down to the floor to be with Cassandra, protecting her from the drama.

Jesus, Giles had slept with someone else? Daria raged internally, and would have got up to join in the yelling - didn't matter that it wasn't her place, it was Deirdre she'd be standing up for - but the kids would get upset. Daria settled for sitting on the floor and glaring daggers and ninja stars up at Giles.

Noah returned to the group of people surrounding the kids, a plate full of food in his hands. He was eating a chicken leg which he held in his other hand. "What's going on?" he asked, utterly confused.

Giles made a mistake then. He tried to put his hand over Marina's mouth so she wouldn't announce to the entire reception what he had done.

Noah dropped his plate of food as Giles advanced on some woman he didn't know. "Hey! That's not on!" he yelled, but a moment later he realised he wasn't needed.

Marina's reaction to a hand slamming her over mouth was instantaneous. She had grown up in the slums of Haiti. She had learned to fight early, both for defense and attack, and she didn't let anyone push her around. The hand went across her mouth and Marina's own hand moved quickly to meet it, wrapping around his wrist and twisting as she brought it down. There was a crack of bone and she snapped, "don't you dare touch me!" Her voice wasn't quiet anymore. "Not after I find out your declarations of love just a week ago in my bed were full of shit because you're already planning your wedding!"

"Noah," Daria's voice was sharp with panic as she wrapped her other arm around Cassandra and hauled herself to her feet. She'd heard the snap of bone and it shot nausea through her stomach, she knew she had to get herself and the kids away from the fight, and pushed Cassandra into Noah's arms so they could look after a twin each. "Have you seen her before?" she hissed quietly to Noah as they backed off. "She a demon?"

"I don't know," Noah hissed back, more than happy to leave with his Daria and their daughters. There were more than enough people to deal with it and considering he still hurt when he did too much walking, he wasn't going to be able to help at all. "Let's just go."

The music had stopped abruptly when Giles had screamed and then he was being yelled and and Serenity and Godric sat, stock still, their fingers still poised over the keys as they stared at the mess that had quickly become of the Gallagher-Raines wedding.

"What in the hell?!" Deirdre screamed, pushing through her cousin and her siblings then to rush over to where Giles had just been assaulted. She made sure Juliette had removed her twins before she faced Marina. Deirdre hadn't heard the woman's words in her haste to rescue her husband, who was on the ground, cradling his broken wrist. "What are you doing?!"

"Deirdre-" Giles groaned. She was going to hear. He was about to lose everything.

There were angry and upset tears in Marina's eyes when she tore them from Giles to this woman. "You're the wife?" she asked before glaring at Giles. "Go on, Giles, why don't you tell her then? Why don't you tell her about all the nights we've spent together, about how we've been dancing around for months and you never even told me you were getting married!" She turned to look at the girl, laughing without amusement. "I had to hear it from his brother today that the man I was sleeping with was at his wedding."

Daria completely agreed with Noah. Enough of this bullshit. Daria loved Deirdre but Deirdre would totally understand Daria getting her kids, and Noah and herself, out of there. Where there were breaking bones. There was a tight knot of panic in her stomach that she was trying to keep subdued.

With one arm around Phoebe, Daria grabbed Noah's sleeve and tugged him through the first door she saw, into a quieter, and hopefully safer, room. "You okay?" she asked Noah, swinging Phoebe from side to side in her arms.

Leon had stepped back to avoid getting in Daria's way, as he was heading across the opposite end of the hall to be nearer to Serenity. The argument and the accusations being thrown around were disturbing, and the fact that Giles was on the ground moaning was even more so. Leon put his hand on the stage as a brace and jumped up onto it, moving to stand between the two pianos and Serenity and Godric. He knew neither one of them was very good around violence. He didn't say anything, just let himself be a quiet presence nearby, his hand touching Serenity's arm.

The moment Daria and Noah were safely alone, Noah clutched Cassandra to him and he stared at Daria with wide, frightened eyes. No one was coming after them, but he had heard the breaking of bones and all he could think of now was how it had felt when Pat had slammed the fire poker into his leg and his bones had shattered.

He felt physically ill.

"I think I might throw up that chicken," Noah said, turning slightly green.

"No, you're not," said Daria, as if she could control this sort of thing. "You're alright, babe, you're okay. We're all okay." She wrapped her child-free arm around his back, stroking it gently and firmly. "Besides," she added, in a slightly less-okay voice, anxiety around the edges. "My stomach feels icky, and if you throw up, I might too, so you're not allowed."

Noah breathed out a shaky, sickly breath and then he turned to kiss her hair. "We're okay," he repeated for her sake and his. "Oh, Jesus Jiminy Christ, we're okay."

Daria even managed to giggle a bit as his phrasing. He was so perfectly Noah. "Yes," she agreed, kissing his cheek, then Cassandra, then bouncing Phoebe a little more. Nothing too bad could be happening if there was bouncing. "Aaayaaayaaayaa," Phoebe gurgled, in time with the giggling.

"Aya, said Cassandra in return, bunching her fists in Noah's shirt as if trying to climb up him.

"Jesus, poor Deirdre," Daria said, looking toward the door. "What an arsehole. If it's true."

Noah watched Daria for a moment and then he turned to kiss Cassandra as she clutched on to him. He could try to forget Pat when he was being climbed on by the twins, but sometimes he remembered that biologically they were related to Patrick Ravensdale and not to him. Sometimes, just sometimes, that made him a little uneasy. Like he might see Pat looking back at him from their eyes one day.

He pushed the thought out of his mind, sure it was only there because of the bone-snapping.

Noah cleared his throat. "I can't understand why someone would do such a thing," he admitted softly. His father had cheated on his mother and Noah honestly couldn't fathom it. He would gladly harm himself before cheating on Daria and he liked himself unharmed. "I don't like...eugh, violence is gross, but I can't say as I blame that woman."

Marina's words reached the entirety of the reception and now the entire hall was silent, save for a toppling wine glass and someone dropping a fork.

Deirdre felt like she couldn't breathe. Because this woman had barged in on a wedding and you didn't just do that and lie unless you were a crazy person. And it was rather a far way to go for a crazy person, since the manor house was outside London. So the woman was probably telling the truth, but that meant that Giles...her Giles...the father of her children, was lying to her and cheating on her and surely he wouldn't. He was the love of her life, wasn't he?

"Giles?" Deirdre asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

From across the room, Peter had been sitting with Thomas and his family. Without a sound, he rose and made his way over towards Deirdre. Deirdre was a demon and if Giles had done what this poor woman had said he had done, Peter had a feeling he would be needed to pull Deirdre off of him soon enough. There were children here, and people who could end up getting really hurt. They couldn't have a raging demon on the loose.

Thomas remained where he was, seated beside Stephie, but he glanced sideways at her, worried that she might be upset by the violence.

Serenity took her fingers off the piano keys and she inched closer to Leon, leaning up against him. She knew he was worried about her getting lost in the violence again, but she was okay. She was only worried about her friend and band mate, so she watched Deirdre carefully, wishing she could make this better.

Godric wrapped his arms around Leon's torso, glad for the presence of the other man since he, himself, was absolutely terrified now that there was shouting and fighting and screaming and broken bones.

"Giles, what did you do?!" Deirdre demanded.

Giles' wrist was throbbing with pain, but he stood up and he gave Deirdre the most apologetic look he could manage. And then he realised his heart hurt more than a broken bone ever could. The women he loved were in front of him and this was probably the last time he would see either of them. "Deirdre-" he said, his voice breaking. The rest of the room faded away into nothing. They didn't matter. All that mattered was Deirdre and Marina. "Deirdre, Marina, I'm so sorry..."

Deirdre let out a pained wail and instead of attacking Giles with demonic rage, she sank to the floor in a heap.

Jason felt as though his insides were burning with rage, as he practically jumped over to where his sister was. Without looking at anyone else, he got down onto her knees and faced her from where she was on the floor, scared that she might go into a demonic rage and he didn't quite know how to deal with that. "Hey, sis? Sis?" he asked her quietly, not knowing if he should hug her or just keep his distance.

Marina watched him for a long moment, unable to even express her pain. Then she shook her head and whispered, "you're such a piece of shit."

She turned and stalked out of the room, breaking into a run as soon as she was outside.

Jason may have been the supporting sibling, but Paula was not going to be that. "You're a dick!" Paula screeched and then, in a rage she threw herself at him with a scream, fists flying at his face.

Giles watched Marina leave and before he could say anything else, he was jumped by Paula. She felt his nose shatter again as Paula's fist connected with his face. He landed on the ground (further injuring his broken wrist) and he felt more bones in his face crumple with ease as the demon bore down on him. And all he could do was scream.

"Paula!" Peter had expected it to be Deirdre who attacked Giles, not Paula. He jumped to pull Paula off of Giles and was incredibly glad when Razvan rushed to help him, since Paula was ten times stronger than Peter would ever be. As a demon, Razvan would actually be useful. Together, they lifted her off of Giles.

"We need to get her out of here!" Peter commanded Razvan.

Deirdre didn't care. She just leaned forward into her brother's arms, and she cried against his shoulder. "Jason," she whispered. "Jason Jason Jason, everything's breaking Jason."

Jason was practically shaking with rage, but as much as he wanted to punch and hurt Giles he knew that his sister and her hurt took priority. He didn't pay attention to Paula running off or people running after her, instead hugging Deirdre back. "Hey, hey," he told her. "Just stay tight, stay strong," he told her quietly, hugging her tightly as she cried. "You've got all of us here, we've got your back," he tried to comfort her.

"YOU HURT MY SISTER YOU FUCKING SHITBALLS!" Paula screamed from in Razvan's arms, her eyes black but her wings (luckily) remaining hidden "CUNTSTICK RABBITFUCKER I'LL KILL YOU!" She was being taken away from the bastard though! How was she supposed to murder him to death if Razvan took her away! She bit Razvan's arm as she squirmed to get loose.

"It's because my Flynn isn't here," Deirdre wailed into Jason's shoulder. "My Flynn would make everything better."

Spectre and stood from his seat near Thomas and Stephie and immeditely after squeezing his husband's shoulder, he went to go stand with Deirdre. If he was going to be with anyone right now, he was going to be with her. "Jason," Spectre said softly. "We should take her out of here."

"Yes-" Deirdre breathed desperately. "Jason, I want to go. I want to go away now."

Razvan cried out when Paula bit him and then struggled so hard his hat fell off. "That was my hat!" he hissed at Paula. "Don't bite me, it's not my fault the jerkoff cheated on your sister."

"Not helping," Peter growled at Razvan, his teeth gritted as she struggled. "Paula, calm down! You can't do this here." No matter how much he agreed and secretly wanted to let her do whatever she wanted to Giles for hurting his Deirdre.

Quinn, who was a pacifist at heart, hated Giles for what he had done but didn't wish violence on anyone. He moved to Giles' side as Giles groaned on the ground, blood staining the ground. Jinx came over as well, already dialling an ambulance so Quinn didn't bother, instead remaining at the other man's side. "That was pretty shitty," Quinn informed Giles, who didn't even hear him. "But we're getting you some help.

"Rip his ballsack off with a thing! Shove it in a thing!" Paula screamed back towards the room, still squirming. "Let me kill him! Pop him like a zit and explode head juice all over the stuff!!" It was so hard to remember words when she was pissed the hell off. She just want to kill him.

She turned around the headbutt Razvan in the hopes that he'd drop her.

Razvan cried out in pain as Paula headbutted him. Who did that nowadays anyway. "For fuck's sake, ow!" He yelled, trying to calm her down. He was fairly sure his nose was bleeding now.

"Paula, your exploding his head will only mean you won't be able to ever leave the hospital again," Peter hissed, trying to use reason to calm her down. "Don't let a dirty, rat-bastard cheater take away your freedom!"

Paula growled at Peter, trying to reach out and rip his hair out of his skull. His eyes too. Anything squishy her nails could get. It was fortunate that they were out of view of everyone in the house because Paula's wings burst free, smacking into both Peter and Razvan who was still trying to hold onto her.

She couldn't get loose to kill though and so she screamed as loud as she could, feeling like her lungs were exploding with the force of it.

Peter was knocked backwards, but he found he didn't mind so much being knocked away from a demon who was trying to kill someone.

Razvan growled as Paula tried to get free again. It was harder to hold her now with the wings and the crazy. "STOP BEING BLOODY OVERDRAMATIC!" he screamed at her, which probably wouldn't help.

Katia had been searching for her bag since Razvan had dragged Paula outside. Once she located it, she darted out to find Razvan screaming at Paula who had her wings out.

Katia wasn't a demon any more. She couldn't fight Paula herself, so instead she had to scream out, "Razvan, I have a tranquiliser!" Sure, it gave her away, but it was better than not telling Razvan.

Paula was still squirming. "Don't you tranq me! Let me kill him, okay, Razvan? Peter! Peter! Just let me rip off his limbs! He hurt her! Hurt my Deirdre!"

Even though Peter was slightly shocked and a little dismayed that Katia would bring a tranquiliser to a wedding, he was also incredibly relieved. As one of his nurses, Katia went above and beyond the call of duty.

"He did hurt her, but I can't let you hurt him," Peter said, as if it was an apology. And it sort of was. "I'm so sorry."

Razvan grabbed the tranq out of Katia's hand and he slammed it into Paula's side before she could run away. Immediately, he depressed the syringe, administering enough tranquiliser to stop the demon cold.

Her wings faded and she stumbled forward, pitching right into Peter's waiting arms. He caught her so she didn't fall, and then he turned to Katia and he gave her a tired smile. "Thank you, Katia. That was slightly distrustful and yet entirely perfect timing."

Katia just winked and she reached into her bag to call someone to come and fetch poor Paula who had only been trying to fight for her sister.

Jason nodded once, and then without letting go of his sister he stood and helped her up. "Let's go," he told her, still quietly, helping her to stand and ready to help her out.

When Jinx had finished calling the ambulance he glared at Giles. He could still hear Deirdre crying and the panic all around. "You are so lucky I'm a pacifist right now," Jinx grumbled. "Ambulance is coming," he said, mostly to Quinn as Giles looked bloody and out of it. He didn't want him to die even if he was a wanker. "Jesus, Paula really did a number on him."

"He'll be alright, Quinn grumbled, standing to be next to Jinx, since Quinn actually liked him. "Arseholes always are." Paula had done a number on Giles though, and Quinn tried hard not to look. "I'd try first aid, but I think I'd make it worse..." Giles' face was a mess, like he had run into a brick wall at full speed.

Deirdre allowed Jason to help her up, and she clung to him, even with Spectre there. She had no idea where she was going, and she didn't care. She just wanted to be anywhere else but surrounded by her failure of a wedding.

Spectre led Jason and Deirdre into another room of the house, a small library, and once they were in there, he reached out and he put his hand on the small of Deirdre's back. "Deirdre, darling, do you want us to take you home?"

Deirdre sniffed. She couldn't think. She couldn't contemplate what had just happened. "Home?" she said softly.

Stephie watched the whole thing in silence, gripping the glass of wine was was drinking at the table. She could feel Thomas looking at her, every now and then, but kept her eyes on Deirdre, on Giles, and Marina. She gripped the glass so hard she was lucky it didn't shatter, but it felt like so long as she kept holding on, she wasn't going to get up and start screaming at Giles. Or help Paula kick his face in.

No. No. No more fighting. Besides, Deirdre had collapsed now, and easing Deirdre's pain was more important than causing Giles'. "Fuck fuck fuck," she said quietly, though bitterly, and pushed herself out so fast the chair tipped backward. She ran after Deirdre and the others, catching up to them in the hall. "Oh Deirdre," she said, finding nothing else that wasn't a swear word to say.

Jason let go of his sister only long enough to find her a chair and pull it up so she could sit down on it. "Sit," he insisted quietly, looking at Spectre. "Yeah," he agreed, "Let's take you home," he said, knowing that keeping his calm was becoming more and more difficult. He hadn't seen what Paula had done to Giles, but he sincerely hoped that it was a complete mess.

He went to hold Deirdre again, the stupid flower in his buttonhole all crushed and in the way. He reached and ripped it out with one quick movement, before throwing it on the floor, irate that someone could do this to his sister.

Deirdre looked up at Jason and Spectre and her sweet, sweet Stephie and she burst into tears all over again. She had only sat down a second before that, but then she was out of the chair and hugging Stephie tightly.

Stephie was one of her oldest friends. She had lived with Stephie on and off since she was 17. Stephie reminded her of when things had been simpler. The both of them now had kids to look after and so much more to deal with-

And now Giles had- No. Deirdre couldn't think about it any more.

"I don't want to go home," Deirdre said, still holding on to Stephie.

"Where do you want to go, Deirdre," Spectre asked. "You're always welcome at our house..."

Deirdre wanted to be with one person, and one person only. The only one who had actually spoken up about her dislike of Giles. The one who wasn't here because she refused to watch Deirdre marry a man like Giles. "I want to go to Jude's."

Jason looked to Spectre, wondering if that was entirely a good idea, but didn't say anything.

Stephie couldn't really say anything. Speaking would involve breathing and breathing was tough with an emotionally shattered demon wrapped around you. Stephie's arms, hugging her in return, felt soft and weak and human in comparison. She wished she could hug Deirdre as hard as she needed to be hugged.

Spectre wasn't sure Jude was such a good idea either, since she didn't seem like someone who was emotionally available, but he wasn't going to argue with a shattered Deirdre. Deirdre wanted what she wanted at the best of times. And now was definitely the worst. What Deirdre wanted, she was going to get. "We'll bring you to Jude's," he assured her.

"Okay," Deirdre sniffed, leaning her head on Stephie's shoulder. Then she added, "thank you," because it wouldn't do to be impolite.

Deirdre Raines, the new Deirdre, she wasn't impolite. She was heart-broken. And Deirdre was sure that wasn't supposed to be how you changed on your wedding day. You were supposed to grow and mature and join two hearts as one. You were supposed to suddenly be happy. That was how it worked with everyone else, right? She was sure it did.

But after everything, she finally felt different.

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