To Have and to Hold
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Wedding bells are ringing, and the weddings to be held on the Raptor!!
WARNINGS: Implied Sex
DISCLAIMER: I NO OWN. NO MONEY. NO SUE.
Christé grinned and snuggled closer to Chameleon on the couch. “Chameleon, I am happy you decided to flip sides.”
He grinned, and ran his fingers through her hair. “Me too.”
“And I want to spend the rest of forever with you, Chameleon.” Christé said, smiling.
“Well, uh, before you do that, you might want to see something,” he said hesitantly.
Christé sat up, ”What?”
Chameleon sighed. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you ever since I met you.” He sighed again. “Okay. Christé. I’m mot a Saurian.”
Christé’s jaw dropped. “You not?! Then what are you?!”
Chameleon gently pushed Christé away, and stood up. “This.”
The green energy that always accompanied his transformations came over him, and he shot up in height. He was fifteen feet tall, with huge leathery wings, heavy clawed feet, spiked eyebrows, and a nearly human appearance.
He sighed, and slowly slid down to his knees. “I’m a Jin, Christé. Jin are kinda like a cross between Gargoyles and Guardians. We have really long life-spans, and we’re shape-shifters. Myself, I’m already 5 millenia old.”
“Amazing.” Christé smiled. “I don’t care Chameleon. You could have even been an aemeoba, and would have loved you just the same.”
“Really?” he seemed shocked.
“Would I lie to you?”
He drew in an exited breath, then reached forward and clasped her hand. “Marry me.”
Her face lit up. “Absolutely!”
He scooped her up in an enormous bear hug, grinning. “So, when do you wanna have it? You want a spring wedding? Fall?”
“A right now wedding sounds perfect.”
Chameleon looked startled. “At one o’clock in the morning?! Wildwing would never agree to that…”
“He doesn’t have to!” Christé grinned, her face lit up with girlish joy. “We’ll leave a note!”
“But where do you get married at this time of night?” he asked, warming slowly to the idea.
“The Raptor!” She giggled. “Dragaunus is the Saurian Overlord. Did you know that make him able to perform legally binding marriages? It could be perfect!”
“But Dragaunus …” Chameleon paused when he saw Christé giving him her best puppy eyes. “Why do you want a wedding at the Raptor?!”
Christé paused. “Because it’s the best method of shot gun weddings.”
“Oh.” He paused. “Okay. If you say so.”
She kissed him, grinning “Thanks, Chameleon! Well, onward and upward!”
***
“You what?!” Dragaunus asked.
“We wanna get married. Here. Now. You can preside, and Wraith and Siege can be the witnesses.”
“Have you gone mad?!” Dragaunus demanded. “You switched sides, remember?”
“It was my idea. Really,” Christé broke in, giving him her best smile. “We won’t be a bother, promise.”
Dragaunus glared them both down for a very long moment. Just when they were both getting ready to turn and ran, Dragaunus suddenly threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Why not?” He chuckled. “It’ll be great fun! I’ll tell the others to get the Command Center ready.”
Chuckling, he got up and headed for the door. “Oh” he paused at the door. “Be ready in an hour. I’ll be walking you down the aisle.”
***
Christé smoothed the front of the red dress Wraith had found for her. It was Saurian style, quite attractive. The only problem was how she was impassibly nervous.
“You look beautiful,” Tolaïna soothed her. “Here.” He handed her a large bouquet of blood-red flowers.
“Saurian blood-flowers,” She breathed. “Tolaïna, how...?”
He held up his hands, the knuckles bleeding. A drop of blood fell to the ground a blood red bud winding it’s way up from the droplet. “Some Saurian’s blood are still pure enough to create blood-flowers. Seems I inherited that from my father.”
“Already?” Dragaunus stuck his head in the door.
“Almost,” Christé said softly, and shook her shoulders. Released from her tight hold on her muscles, pale wings the same colour as her feathers spread out from her shoulder blades. “Now.”
Tolaïna stooped to pick up the single bud, now burst into a bright bloom. “I’ll see you in a moment,” he said softly, and left the room.
Dragaunus stepped in, waited a moment then offered Christé his arm. She smiled, and looped hers through his.
Slowly, stately, they walked out into the Command Chambers.
Christé hadn’t seen them yet, at least that night, so she was totally unprepared for the entire room to be draped in gauzy white materiel and blood-flowers. Siege stood off to the side, a bowtie around his neck, and he held a cushion of sorts, which Christé realized with a jolt must have the rings on it. She’d completely forgotten about rings. Wraith stood near the front, his old knurled staff replaced with an elegantly carved steel one, and wearing new scarlet robes, beside his young, blue haired son.
But it was Chameleon that commanded Christé’s Attention. He wore a long, purple-red robe, whose colors seemed to shift as he moved. It was highly embroidered, quite unlike anything Christé had ever seen. A single blood-flower was pinned to his shirt, and he smiled happily nervously at her.
Dragaunus finally led her to the front, and smiled fierily. “I’m afraid I only know the Saurian wedding, and seeing as neither of you are Saurians, that hardly seems suitable. Instead, I’ll give you what I’ve seen about human weddings.” He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. “Chameleon, do you swear to take Christé as your wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?”
“I do.” Chameleon said stately, in a voice that suddenly seemed more powerful, truly 5 millenia old.
“Christé DuCaine, do you swear to take Chameleon as your husband, and the rest of it?”
She smiled slightly, and in a clear, sweet, strong musical voice, said, “I do.”
“Well then, the rings,” Dragaunus clapped his hands.
Siege rushed forward, and Chameleon took the golden ring with fiery rubies set in it, while Christé took the plain golden band. As one, they slid the rings on the other’s hand.
Dragaunus shrugged. “Well then, boy, kiss the bride!”
They grinned, and Chameleon drew her close. They kissed, and held for a very long time.
“Alright, alright, let the girl breathe!” Dragaunus laughed, throwing his arms open. “I declare you husband and wife!”
They finally separated, and Chameleon grinning, swept Christé off her feet. He nodded to Dragaunus and Wraith, then turned and let his wings carry them out of the Raptor.
***
Christé laughed as the wind blew in her hair, making her wings, aching to fly, flutter. Chameleon held her close to him, swooping through the clouds, then laughed himself. “Think you can keep up?”
Christé giggled, and stretched her wings to their full 8 foot wingspan. “Yes!”
He release her into the sky, and together, the two swooped and swung dazzling patterns against the velvety dark night sky.
***
Chameleon landed lightly on the fern covered ground Christé following moments later. “Chameleon! It’s beautiful!” she gasped, looking around at the huge trees, the lush greenery, the heavily scented bright flowers.
“I fly around a lot at night,” he confessed, lowering himself to sit had “I found this place awhile ago.”
Christé lifted her skirt, and walked between the ferns to sit against one of the trees.
There was silence for a moment, the birds in the distance filling the void as they both awkwardly started at the ground.
Christé suddenly looked up to see Chameleon kneeling in front of her, holding a huge, soft blue flower that filled both his hands, towards her. “It’s not as beautiful as you,” he said gently, “but it’ll have to do.”
Christé smiled, and reached for her husband.
***
Christé brushed her reddish-blonde hair out of her eyes, and looked up at the sky, soft pastel shades of down just beginning to stain the edge of the velvety black night.
She sat up, and stared at the sky with dreamy eyes. Beside her Chameleon stirred, then he too sat up. “Isn’t the is the most glorious morning ever to exist?” he said softly.
Christé nodded. “Do you suppose the team’s worried about us?”
Chameleon smirked. “Probably.”
Christé grinned, and picked up the flower, it’s petals slightly crushed. “That wouldn’t be anything new though would it?”
“Nope.” He laughed. “What do you think? Should we break the pattern, or should we let them worry?”
Christé smiled and kissed him. “Oh, let them worry. We’re far too busy.”
***
Chameleon stared up at the night sky, a smile gracing his lips. Christé slept beside him, her arm across his chest, He settled his hand behind his head and smiled. Life was perfect. So perfect, it was hard to believe. But he wasn’t going to knock it.
He breathed in deeply, smelling the sweet scent of the flowers, the cool night air. Christé shifted slightly beside him, and Chameleon gently moved his wing, wrapping it around his wife. His wife. The thought fairly gave him the shivers.
He’d done it. His wife.
***
Christé and Chameleon landed lightly outside the Pond. “Where is everyone?” Christé asked.
“You were expecting them to be waiting for us?” Chameleon asked with a smile.
“Yeah, Rose with the scanning, and Wildwing here with a sour look.”
Chameleon laughed. “Shall we go in and accept our fate?”
“May as well get it over with,” Christé sighed as they walked into the Pond and descended with the elevator.
The doors slid open, and they just about fell over. The entire Ready Room was decorated with streamers, confetti balloons and lights. Every single team member stood there and as one, they yelled, “Welcome back!”
Chameleon and Christé stood there with hanging jaws as Missie rushed forward and hugged her sister. “Admit it, Christé, Christé son Chameleon has a ring.”
“How ~ How’d you…? Chameleon stammered.
“Your note said you were getting married. You didn’t say where. Tolaïna did though.” Wildwing grinned. “Congratulations.” He clapped them both on the back and added conspiratorially, “We’ve already combined your rooms. Hope you don’t mind.”
Rose suddenly appeared at Christé’s shoulder, and handed her a glass of champagne and another glass appeared in everyone else’s as they reached for the simple containers set at convenient spots. Missie raised her glass, and said, “I propose a toast! To the happy couple!”
Everyone toasted to that, then Chameleon held aloft his glass, said, “Now, to forever!”
Christé smiled, and gently touched her glass to his. “I toast to that. Mr. Son Chameleon.”
“I also, Mrs. Son Chameleon,” Chameleon said conspiratorially.
“To forever.” They said together.
May that be how they all stay.
Together.
Forever.
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