A Wedding

Abberline *wakes up early in the morning, he's not had much sleep at night, partly because of the contents of a certain box from Vicky's, partly because of the upcoming wedding.  Gets up, looks at Kat peacefully sleeping, adjusts the covers on her, dresses, goes downstairs to brew coffee, but decides that he doesn't want anything now.  He just lights a cigarette instead of breakfast as he looks in the phone book after the preacher Kat mentioned – Aaron Monroe.  He frowns at the title, Justice of Peace, but as he knows of no one else to perform the ceremony, he calls him and arranges for him to come to the Bournemouth House.  Then he takes his jacket and heads towards the jewel shop, where he finds the salesman opening the doors for a new day.*

Salesman *recognizing him*  So, how was the ring?  Did your pirate love it?

Abberline:  She did.  She liked it so much that I am going to need two wedding bands today.

Salesman *laughs*  That's obviously a girl who knows what she wants.  What kind do you prefer?

Abberline:  Just the traditional plain golden wedding bands.  And a golden necklace for her.

Salesman:  Lucky girl.

*next stop is at Elsa's Shoes*

Abberline *takes a crumpled note from his pocket*  Err … I am here to buy my wife new shoes.  She gave me the shoe number and the directions what kind of shoes she needs: shoes to go with a formal dress, cream coloured, with heels, not too high.  *so that Kat, unaccustomed to proper ladies' shoes, wouldn't stumble and fall*  These look good.

Elsa:  Are you sure of the size, sir?  They can vary a lot depending on the manufacturer.  I hope the measurement is from a similar type of shoe.

Abberline:  Um, no.  It's from her boots.

Elsa *raises an eyebrow*  Indeed, sir.  Then I suggest that you take a smaller size.  Why not take two or three different models and sizes for her to choose from.  We will deliver them at your house.

Abberline:  Good.  *gives his address*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Abberline *watches outside the factory for a while, smoking, pondering whether Manouche is already awake … gets his mind wandering badly on the subject of her sleeping, embarrassed, clears throat and rings the doorbell.  Even though he knows that the factory is full of oompas, he starts as one of them opens the door and looks at him questioningly*

Abberline:  Could you tell Manouche that Inspector Abberline is waiting for her.  No, I don't want to come inside, I’ll wait here.  Don't wake her up if she still sleeps.  *The oompa disappears, and Abberline paces nervously to and fro in front of the closed gate, chainsmoking, partly wishing that Manouche won't appear ... *

Manouche *opens door, holding Will in her arms.  She steps outside, approaches Abberline a little warily*  G-g’mornin’, Inspector.  *smiles slightly, holds Will up for him to see*  Meet Will … ain’t he beautiful?  He wouldn’t let me put ‘im down without wailin’, so I brought ‘im with me.  *pauses, lowers her eyes to smile gently at Will as he grabs her hair*  I were a bit surprised t’ hear ye wanted t’ see me.  I didn’t figure I’d hear from ye unless … *eyes wide*  Th’ … th’ baby’s sound, ain’t she?  Is somethin’ amiss?  No worries, mate, she an’ her mum’ll be fine, I promise ye.  L-lemme take lil’ Will back in, an’ we’ll be on our way.  *turns to go back into factory*

Abberline *looks at the baby like he saw one for the very first time in his life*  The baby is sound.  Nothing is amiss, we … Kat and me … we need you as our witness, if it suits you.  And I want to talk with you, I am a bit worried.  Can you come with me to the park?  I'll wait for you.  *takes another curious look at the baby*  He's so small ...  Aren't you afraid of dropping him?

Manouche *stops in her tracks, turns, looks at him*  Did y’ say … witness?  Yer … gettin’ married, now, today?  An’ … Kat … she wants me?  Sh-she remembers me?  Oh, by th’ powers …  *ducks her head over Will, squeezes him close, tears of joy filling her eyes.  She looks up at him, eyes shining*  Are – are ye sure, mate?  I … it don’t ‘ave t’ be me, if ye’d rather not ‘ave me around.  I … *swallows*  I wouldn’t put a damper on yer ‘appiness fer anythin’.  I … reckon I can meet ye at th’ park.  I’ll take Will back inside, an’ I’ll meet ye there in a half hour, at most.  *grins at him*  Blimey, Inspector, I ain’t afraid o’ droppin’ him.  He’s prob’ly fearful o’ bein’ over-cuddled by his Auntie Manouche, though!  Ye’d best get used to this sorta thing … ye’ll ‘ave one o’ these before long.  *can’t help but beam, at the thought of Kat finally remembering her*  Right, I’ll get Will settled an’ meet ye soon.  *balances Will, wipes eyes with one hand; turns, goes back into factory*

Abberline *looks after her, then turns away and goes to the park, getting suddenly a strong urge to go to From Hell Court, sink down on the couch in the far corner and just forget about everything; instead sits down on a bench, gets up almost immediately, smokes restlessly, one cigarette after another.  It would be easy, just take a pipe and get lost in a pleasant haze ... Not having to see Manouche with a baby in her arms, nor Kat … just to drift off from it all, like he used to do.  It seems to him that it's taken a long time and Manouche hasn't appeared yet.  She will probably bring Blake with her ... *

Manouche *hurries into the park, finds him, approaches the bench*  ‘Ere I am, Inspector, apologies … them babies really love th’ attention, an’ I’m inclined t’ spoil ‘em a bit.  *smiles to herself as she thinks of them, then looks at him, a little nervous*  May I sit down?  What’d ye want t’ discuss?  It’s … it’s good t’ see ye …

Abberline:  I was already sure that you wouldn't come at all, nor see me, after what I said to you ... And later, I was so confused at the hospital ... I still can't believe that I am having a daughter.  *smiles to himself, the grows serious again*  I have been thinking about us, I don't really know if we ever are going to be friends, but then I realized that I have to at least have a chance to see you.  I can't just cut you out of my life just like that.  I can't live without you.  No, don't say anything.  I know what you are thinking about.  It can't be, and I know it.  I am marrying Kat today, and I know what it means.  But I have to tell that I have my doubts.  Am I really doing the right thing?  I could have the baby with her without a marriage, couldn't I?  And it seems to me that she's reluctant as well.  I don't think she really wants to marry me.  I feel that I have to, after what I did to her in Fiji, but what good does it do if she really doesn't want me?  Am I just doing more damage?  *looks at her for the first time, intensely and deeply*

Manouche *listens, thinks carefully before answering*  Blimey … we’ll take one thing at a time, like we ‘ave in th’ past when we’ve talked, savvy?  *smiles slightly*  First off, if I don’t plan on seein’ ye, I’ll tell ye.  I would never say I’ll meet ye an’ then not show, unless I were prevented by circumstances beyond me control.  I don’t work that way, mate, always remember that.  Second … ye didn’t say anythin’ cruel last time we were together.  Ye was honest, is all.  If ye don’t think we can be friends, then I’d rather ye tell me.  It were painful to hear, I won’t deny it.  But it weren’t cruel, an’ it weren’t dishonest.  Hurtin’ sometimes comes with th’ territory of … *looks deep into his eyes* … of carin’ fer someone.  There’s no way ‘round that.  Ye think I’m sound with knowin’ I caused ye pain?  I’d give anythin’ not t’ hurt ye, Fred, I’m so … I’m so fond o’ ye, an’ I do love ye.  I said all this t’ ye before … I’ll always hope we can manage t’ be friends somehow, ‘cause I know I don’t want ye out o’ me life.  I can’t tell ye how much it’d mean t’ me, to be able t’ stand up with Kat today … *smiles happily*  I never been an attendant in a weddin’ before.  Jus’ let me know what time t’ be there, an’ what ye’d like me t’ wear.  Beyond that, I’d … well, I’d love t’ offer me services deliverin’ th’ baby, if that’s agreeable.  But … but if any or all o’ this is too hard fer ye, then so be it.  It don’t make ye a weak person.  *looks away*  Th’ important thing now is fer ye to concentrate on … on yer family.  Ye ‘ave Kat, an’ Raven … an’ yer lil’ girl.  *looks at him again, beaming at the thought of the baby*  I'm so happy that ye want her, I know ye can be a fine father.  Raven loves ye, despite everythin', an' despite his memory bein' hazy.  As fer Kat … havin’ doubts th’ day o’ yer weddin’ is universal, mate.  Per’aps Kat’s feelin’ th’ same way.  I can’t help ye much with that’un, it’s between th’ pair o’ ye.  Ye need t’ talk to ‘er, an’ ye both need t’ be dead honest with each other … an’ with yerselves, as well.  Savvy?  *looks down, smiling, almost shy*  I … I saw ye takin’ Kat shoppin’.  By th’ powers, them dresses was so beautiful.  She’ll be a smasher.  *looks up at him, her expression a little wistful; then she grins*  Ahh, apologies, luv … by “smasher” I were referrin’ to her appearance, not ‘er prowess with a shovel!

At Bournemouth House:

Sergeant Godley *is woken up by a very loud knock on the door, wraps his robe around him, mutters to himself as rises from the sofa he's slept on, opens carefully the door*  What's wrong with you mate, banging doors at this time in the morning.  I ain't buying anything.

Deliveryman:  Looks to me like you already bought, mate.  *dumps some boxes in front of the door*  Sign here!

Goldey *takes the pen and scribbles some unintelligible hieroglyphs*  And now, mate, buzz off!

Deliveryman:  And a very good morning to you too, sir!

Godley *still muttering, picks up the boxes and carries them to the living-room, opens the first one and sees a pair of high-heeled shoes, slams the lock back and yells*  Kat!  What's this now?

At the Park:

Abberline:  So what if Kat calls it off?  She wasn't exactly thrilled by any of the dresses.  And she has been trying to push it to a later date until suddenly yesterday she wanted the wedding to be immediately.  And even if she marries me, where does that lead?  Look at the two of us, what do we have in common?  What kind of life will it be for us?  She can't lead the life I am used to, and there is no trust between us.  I can't understand her at all, one moment she says she loves me, then she looks like she wants to kill me, or bursts in to tears like a lost kid, or turns into a ... a vamp all of a sudden.  I never know what she is thinking of.  I know that sooner or later she's going to leave me.  But still, I can't describe what I felt when I saw her at the hospital ... It was then I knew what I have to do, when you showed me the vision of my daughter.  At least Kat won't take her away from me if we are married.  I never thought I could have a girl or feel so happy, I know I am going to love her, and I want to devote my life to her.  *smiles once again*  But it is so unbelievable for me.  Why did I never think about a daughter?  For the daughter Kat is giving to me, I am ready to do anything for her.  And I am sure I will yet build a good relationship with Raven, finally.  As for us, you know that you can't break the connection we have.  I know that you are thinking of me, I can feel it.  And that it is going to hurt us both, whatever we do.  *stands up suddenly*  It's too hot here ... Can you walk with me to the beach?  I can see us walking on the beach, you, I and the little girl ...  Kat wants to call her Chiana, I was against it at first, but now I think it is a beautiful name.  How can it be that I am both happy and sad at the same time?  *reaches his hand to her but lets it fall as they start to walk towards the beach*

Manouche *walks along with him; she starts to reach for his hand, then thinks perhaps she shouldn’t, not wanting to hurt him.  Instead, she lightly takes his arm for a moment, as if for support, then gently lets go as they approach the beach*  Chiana … gol, I love that name … so simple an’ pretty … I think Kat told me it means bright an’ shiny.  I … I think it’s beautiful that she can give ye a daughter, luv.  An’ it’s beautiful that ye want ‘er.  Raven always loved ye, so that’ll work itself out, if ye jus’ both give it time an’ patience.  *looks at him, concerned*  Can ye honestly not see Kat stayin’ with ye?  Per’aps ye should both talk a bit more.  It ain’t like there’s a deadline, is there?  Ye don’t ‘ave to get married this minute if either o’ ye is feelin’ shaky about it.  *pauses*  She didn’t like th’ dresses, none of ‘em?  Reckon she’s never been th’ fancy type, that’s a fact.  An’ remember, mate, she’s goin’ through a lot.  Y’see … it’s them hormones, savvy?  I … well, I can’t speak from first-hand experience, as it were … but pregnancy plays th’ very devil with a woman’s body.  Affects all sortsa things, emotions as well as physical changes.  So if ye can keep that in mind, it may help ye be a bit more patient toward Kat … I know it must be hard, an’ there’ll be times when she may seem … unreasonable.  *remembers Madame’s screeching at Willy and her red, fiery eyes, laughs*  But … once that lil’ healer baby is ‘ere, th’ pair o’ ye will ‘ave so much t’ look forward to.  Yer lucky, both o’ ye, luckier than ye know … *voice trails off, she looks out at the sea as they approach the edge of the beach, where tiny waves are coming in*  Blimey, ain’t it grand … *glances at him, grins*  Well, I reckon ye don’t ‘ave as much affinity fer th’ sea as I do, do ye?  But … it’s freedom, mate.  Er, it can be.  *pauses, takes in a big gulp of air, removes hat, lets the wind blow her hair back – usually flyaway and a little crazy, but the wind is keeping it whipped into a long, dark mass.  Speaks a little louder, due to the wind*  I reckon we’d best be gettin’ ye back soon.  I can tell by th’ sky, th’ mornin’s movin’ on.  Jus’ talk to ‘er, mate, an’ ye can both decide what’s best.  No one else can do that fer ye, savvy?

Abberline *listens to her absentmindedly, looks at her hair flying in the wind*  I will marry her and I want to do it, but still ... *touches her hair, then catches a strand of it*  I'll try my best with her, though I know where it leads to.  I know that time is getting scarce and that I must be back ...  But .. *gives her the deep dark look from under the long lashes*  I want you, Manouche, if only for one single time.  Don't deny that you have been thinking of it, too.  I can sense it.  *he touches her lightly on the cheek, then he leans closer and touches her lips with his*  Manouche, I love you so much.  You are so beautiful, and I love your spirit and your gentle soul, I love your mischievous eyes and your smile ... And your body ...  *takes her hand, intertwines his fingers with hers*  And the magic touch of your hands ... and I love your wild hair ...  Kiss me, Manouche ...  For one last time.  You keep saying that things could be different in another time and place, but that time is never going to be ... *pulls her closer and kisses her*

Manouche *startled, then finds herself melting into the kiss.  She reaches up, brings her arms around his neck, presses toward him, kisses him back with the genuine love and affection she has for him.  She then feels sensations she’s never felt before, and she realizes this is the first time she’s kissed anyone with any of the dreamer about him … the electricity is staggering, she feels as if she’s standing in the absolute center of an intense lightning storm, all aimed at her, but she’s absorbing, opening to it as if becoming part of the maelstrom … it’s almost frightening, she holds him tighter as if the storm is real, her heart pounding madly against his chest, the blood rushing in her ears as he tightens his arms around her, crushes her against him.  She brings her fingers up into his hair, opens her eyes at the same time he opens his, and they gaze deeply into each others’ eyes for just a moment as the kiss continues; then they both slowly lower their eyelids, and she’s back to seeing all she’s never seen before, despite a lifetime of rather fantastic sights throughout her voyages and adventures … she wants to remember it, but it’s like a dream on the very wind that’s pounding from the sea, and it will be gone before she’s ever able to put into words what it is she’s seeing and feeling.  And she knows it would take much longer to write or to tell it than it’s actually taking in real time.  Then, of all things, a comical thought occurs to her, and she feels her lips curl into a smile, his hungry mouth still on hers … she thinks to herself*  By th’ bloody powers, if Raven can find ‘imself a dreamer girl when he grows up, that’ll be one happy couple …   *She and Abberline finally release each other somewhat at the same time, look at each other, stunned, breathing heavily.  She brings a slightly trembling hand up to his face, strokes his cheek, then steps back, gazing at him*

Manouche:  B-bloody ‘ell … *she catches her breath, looks down for a moment, then back up at him.*  I … I don’t regret that, Fred, dear.  Another time an’ place, indeed, ‘andsome dreamer man … *shakes her head in wonder*  We … we can’t let it ‘appen again, luv.  I … I do love ye, I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t.  But we both know … I mean … I love Mr. Blake, I could never leave ‘im … an’ … ye’ve made a promise t’ Kat, an’ I know ye love ‘er, I seen an’ heard ye at th’ hospital.  An’ Kat’s me mate, as well.  An’ ye ‘ave a baby on th’ way.  Ye deserve someone who can give ye that.  *smiles a sad smile*  Our … timin’ couldn’t be worse, could it?  I know this’ll sound ridiculous, but … I will cherish this … I’ve never shared intimacy with a dreamer before, an’ it’s … I can’t describe it … *gazes at him*  I’m … glad we shared this.  If we can’t be friends … *tears fill her eyes*  Ahh, but how could we not?  Who else would understand this, 'cept another dreamer?  *wipes eyes quickly, stops herself before she begins to cry*  No.  No ... what I were goin’ t’ say is … if we can’t be jus’ friends, so be it … but I couldn’t regret this.  I’ll always be glad I ‘ave this.  *takes his hands in hers*  I thank ye fer that, luv.  *stares at him for a moment, feels deep sadness, but at the same time is surprised to find she feels a joy from the experience, joyful even if she can never have it again, joyful that she got to experience it at least once.  As such, she can't help but want to bring a smile to his face.  She grins*  Were this yer bachelor party, luv?  Y-ye may 'ave been short-changed ...

Abberline *smiles warmly at her, still out of breath and dazed by the experience, his eyes soft, warm and dreamy*  I have never felt anything like that, dreamer ...  We are made for each other and still we can't ever have each other.  But I'll share with you always this moment, I'll never forget it as long as I live.  It will be a dangerous kind of friendship, Manouche, but I can't lose you altogether.  I can do it.  You will attend my wedding, and then we'll both be married and I will stop dreaming with time ... *strokes her cheek and hair tenderly, without passion*  I have to go now.  *gives her a light kiss on the mouth, then turns and leaves her standing on the beach*

Manouche *calls after him*  Wait!  Wh-what time should I be there?  *he doesn't respond, just keeps walking away from her; then she hears something in her head; he's actually communicating with her, as she and Raven have done, not as clearly, but it's him, she knows it*  Oh, my god ...  *she watches him go, smiling.  Then when he's out of sight, she turns to face the sea again, drops down onto the sand, wraps her arms around her shoulders, tears fill her eyes, and she thinks how it could've been, had they met earlier ... at a time when she could still have given him children; she starts to sob*  I -- I reckon I'll go mad ... if I keep thinkin' about such things ... *she allows herself to have a good cry over it all, waiting for the aura of warmth all around her to cool down, the warmth that enveloped her from the moment he took her in his arms.  She finally feels somewhat back to normal; stands up, nods toward the sea, her palms pressed together ... and starts back for the factory, to prepare for Kat and Abberline's wedding*

At Bournemouth House:

Sergeant Godley *looking at himself in the mirror, a little worried that his best coat doesn't quite fit him anymore.  He tries to button it but decides he's just going to have to leave the coat open, he combs his hair and nods with satisfaction, when Abberline walks in*  So where have you been?  Monroe is arriving any minute.  Didn't you bring Manouche with you?

Abberline *after a slight hesitation*  She'll come later.  Where is Kat?

Godley:  Upstairs in the bedroom.  She said she's preparing herself.  *catches Abberline by the arm*  No, no!  Don't you remember, it means bad luck if you see the bride before the ceremony.

Abberline:  What about my suit then?

Godley:  I took the liberty of taking all you need into the study.  The black swallow tail coat, the white bow tie, white vest – thought it would be better than the black one – black trousers and the properly starched white shirt.  I also found the white gloves I know you had somewhere.  You'd best get dressed now.  *follows him upstairs*

At Bournemouth House – Later:

Manouche *arriving at Bournemouth House with a large basket and a guitar case, stands at the door, a little nervous.  She’s feeling so many things, she takes a deep breath to calm herself.  She’s still reeling from her time with Abberline on the beach earlier … she’s deeply glad and grateful that he wishes to remain friends … she’s overjoyed that Kat remembers her … and she’s proud to be standing up as witness to her dear friends’ wedding.  At the same time, she’s wistful about Kat’s good fortune to be mother to not one, but two extraordinary children, and to be sharing the joys of raising them with Abberline.  She’s also still struggling with her feelings … everything they said to each other earlier was true, there are a thousand reasons they’re not together … but to know intimacy with another dreamer … she had no idea what it would be like … she’s quite at a loss as to what to do with her feelings about it all  But above all else, she was delighted to see him no longer looking at her with disdain, or remote melancholy.  She'd finally seen his eyes warm and happy, and it had been a joy*

*She steps aside from the door before ringing the bell, catches her reflection in one of the large windows at the front of the house.  She hopes she looks all right.  Madame had offered to loan her any one of a number of beautiful, stylish gowns, but she finally decided she had a serious need to be completely herself right now.  She also thought it might be easier on Abberline, to not see her looking too glamorous or different from herself.  So she went to their little house on the river and got out her very best Gypsy dress clothes and her best silver jewelry.  After a few attempts to tame the wild hair, she gave up and let it hang unencumbered, as usual, except for a few sparkling beads.  Now, though, she’s not so sure about her choices.  She thinks of the fancy boutique; the dresses Abberline had taken Kat shopping for were so fine, so elegant.  She shrugs; too late now to change her mind.  She wills herself to relax, determined to have a good time; reaches out and rings the bell*

Sergeant Godley *opens the door, stops to look at her*  The Gypsy Queen herself, eh?  And I thought it was that Monroe coming.  Get in, your Grace.  You are looking nice.  Can't say the same about me.  This coat of mine has shrunk in the closet.  Oh well …  The Inspector and Raven are in the kitchen having a small breakfast, and as for the happy bride, she's been locked up in the bedroom since early morning.  Perhaps you could check on her.

Manouche *blushes a little*  Hello, Sergeant.  Blimey, I hope that don't mean I look too costumey.  *looks him over*  Ye must be daft, ye look smashin’!  *holds up basket and case*  I come loaded fer bear, mate.  Th’ Wonkas, Mr. Blake an’ I ‘ave gone in together on a gift of two fine crystal wine glasses, an’ two bottles of a vintage that’ll no doubt ‘ave Kat salivatin’ fer th’ next nine months or so, if I know me mate.  *laughs*  Also … *looks a little shy*  … well, I don’t know if there’ll be opportunity or inclination, but … I ‘ave a weddin’ song I wrote for ‘em, an’ I’d be ‘appy t’ regale, as it were.  *glances toward the kitchen, then the stairs*  Aye, I’d be ‘appy to go see Kat.  Matter o’ fact, now that she remembers me, I can ‘ardly wait t’ see ‘er.  An’ then—  *her voice cuts off as, looking over Godley’s shoulder, she sees a strange sight through one of the large front windows – a long trail of white bedsheets knotted together, dropping down, dangling … then Kat, slowly making her way down.  She blinks, then looks at Godley, smiles*  Ahhhh … ‘ere, luv …  *hands Godley the basket, sets the case down in the foyer*  If ye’d be so kind as t’ take this to th’ kitchen, I’ll … see about Kat.  *Godley nods, takes the basket, heads for the kitchen.  When he’s gone, Manouche quickly opens door, steps outside, just in time to catch Kat as she’s about to touch the ground.  Lays a hand upon her shoulder, can’t help but grin*  Penny fer yer thoughts, luv.

Kat *Hits the ground nearly coming out of her skin*  Blast, bloody 'ell and damnation.  Ye tryin' te scare the life out of me?  Leave me thoughts be, they be not for public broadcast.  SAVVY?  *Tries to step around Manouche to try to find runnin' room.*

Manouche *keeps her hand on her shoulder*  ‘Ang on!  What’s th’ story?  Ye gettin’ cold feet, then?  Ye can tell me, I ‘ave no intention o’ goin’ public with yer thoughts, savvy?  Come on.  Bloody ‘ell, mate, it’s yer weddin’ day … an’ yer carryin’ th’ healer baby.  Ain’t ye happy about all that?  Don’t ye want t’ marry th’ Inspector?  *Kat still looks stubborn; Manouche shrugs*  Ahhh, well, as ye wish, luv.  Y' can bolt, if that's how ye want it.  Terrible demonstration o' cowardice, though.  Ye'll 'ave a sorry time reconstructin' that fierce reputation o' yers after this.  Stories like this 'ave a way o' gettin' round.  *looks at her nails casually*

Kat *Glares at  Manouche.*  Fine lotta 'elp ye are.  What the  devil am I suppose te do then???

Manouche:  What kinda help ye want from me?  If it’s advice ye want, I’d suggest ye go in there an’ tell th’ Inspector ye ain’t ready t’ get married, end of story.  If that’s how ye feel about it.  Why th’ runnin’ away?  Ye ain’t scared of ‘im, are ye?  I seen ye swing a shovel at ‘im, mate, so I ain’t buyin’ that’un.  C’mon, what is it?  Out with it.

Kat:  It be wrong.  All wrong.  I be not the kind 'e should wed.  I'll be shamin' im.  What kinda marriage would that be, eh???

Manouche *nods*  Good, now we’re gettin’ somewhere.  I think ye ain’t givin’ either o’ ye enough credit, luv.  Fer what it’s worth, I seen th’ way he looked at ye at th’ hospital.  He … he loves ye, mate.  He loves that baby, true enough … but he loves ye fer bringin’ her into th’ world, an’ fer wantin’ t’ share ‘er with him.  He wants t' do anythin' he can fer ye.  He told me so.  He’s been spendin’ every minute with ye, he’s done everythin’ he can t’ accommodate yer request fer marryin’ soon … it were yer choice to ‘ave it today, right?  A man don’t do things like that fer a woman unless he loves ‘er, savvy?  He ain’t no fool.  He wouldn’t be willin’ to marry ye if he didn't want t’ try an’ make it work.  If either o’ ye are ‘avin’ doubts, then put it off.  But talk to each other about it, ay?  I don’t reckon all this runnin’ away bollocks.  We’re all gettin’ a bit long in th’ tooth fer that sorta thing, luv, that’s fer children.  *grins*  So what say ye?  Shall we go back into th’ house, or are ye off?  *removes her hand from Kat’s shoulder*  I’m done, mate, ye can run now if ye prefer.

In the kitchen:

Raven *in the kitchen, just finishing a bowl of cereal, looks at Abberline, who's sitting across from him, cup of coffee in front of him, smoking a cigarette*  Are you an' Mother getting married soon, Father?

Abberline:  As soon as that preacher comes and your mother is ready.  And we are still waiting for Manouche, too, we can't begin without her. *smiles*  What a small scale wedding this will be ...

Raven *smiles*  Then we’ll be a real family, won’t we?  Thank you for letting me come be with you an’ Mother.  When will she have the baby?

Abberline:  I hope so, I really do ... *lights a new cigarette*  You will move in with us, won't you.  It's still a long wait ahead, Raven.  *smiles*  I am very excited about the baby, and I hope you like the thought of a little sister.

Raven *beams.  He’s been so accustomed to his father being distant, or putting him off somehow, for some reason.  To suddenly feel wanted, and to feel a part of the family he’s always wanted, with his real mother and father … His memory about his father is still hazy, but right now, he wants to jump up and hug him.  Decides not to, because he wants to be very grown up today, with a wedding, and all this talk about his new sister*  I – I love the thought of a little sister.  Manouche says she’ll be a healer.  I don’t know what that means, exactly, but she says it’s wonderful.  *pauses, drinks some orange juice, wipes mouth with his sleeve*  An’ I can still go see Manouche sometimes?  You an’ Mother won’t mind?

Abberline:  I don't know either what she means with her being a healer, but I understand it will be something very special.  *looks at Raven*  Special as you, but in a different way.  Why do you think we would mind you seeing Manouche?  After all, she has given you a home.  And you will see Manouche here a lot to help your mother.  *his mind wanders off to the meeting on the beach with Manouche, he puts the cup down and stares out of the window*

Raven:  I knew a healer when I lived with True Dreamer … but I never knew a baby healer.  My baby sister …  *smiles, reaches for a piece of toast, bites into it.  Thinks of something*  I think, awhile back, Manouche was afraid you or Mother didn’t want her to see me anymore … I don’t remember why.  But then it all got better.  *frowns, trying to remember, then shrugs*  I guess it doesn’t matter if I can’t remember.  *finishes his juice thoughtfully*  I love Manouche.  She an’ I helped save each other from Marchand, an’ then I found you an’ Mother.  I don’t think I would’ve found you without her.  She’ll know how to help Mother with the healer baby, an’ I know she’s excited about her.  *looks up at Abberline, smiles shyly*  I – I’m glad to see you so happy, Father.  I'm glad we're gonna decorate my room together ...

Abberline: I hope it doesn't matter anymore what happened.  I have been a fool, Raven. *turns his gaze upon him when he says he loves Manouche, looks at him sharply as if he were hinting at something, then he takes his coffee cup again, decides to avoid the talk about Manouche, fearing that Raven would be able to read his mind*  You could tell me more about the healer.  All this is so strange to me ...  And you saved my life.  And now you and your baby sister have saved my life again.  *smiles warmly at Raven, reaches out to put his hand on Raven's*  I don't think I've felt like this for ages, and … and I don't really know how to be with it.  It is so good to have you back here.  I suppose you have forgotten the night you spent here for the first time, when this house was still sad and neglected and cold.  *lights a new cigarette*  How would you like your room to be?  I don't know anything about decorating.  Maybe your mother ...

Godley *entering with a big basket*  Manouche is here finally, dressed up like a Gypsy Queen.  Both father's and son's eyes light up, but Godley pushes past them to the counter to put the basket down*  Now where be that minister or whatever he called himself ...

Raven *jumps up from his chair*  Manouche is here!  *runs from the kitchen, stops at the window in the front of the house, sees that she’s talking to Kat; decides not to interrupt them.  He thinks to himself what a grown-up decision that is.  He could remember when he would’ve just bolted into the middle of everything.  Now he’s attending a wedding, he’s going to be a big brother … he’s feeling very grown up.  He looks out the window, exclaims over Manouche’s dress*  Oh, she’s so pretty!  *runs back in the kitchen, drops back into his seat, excited for the festivities to begin.  Remembers some of the things Abberline had just said; thinks for a moment, then smiles at him as some things start to come back*  I remember building a fire … the house didn’t look anything like it does now.  An’ we had chips, an’ Wonka bars, an’ cookies … an’ cheese an’ bread for our supper.  *his eyes fill with tears, he blinks them away, embarrassed; not grown up behavior*  Y-you gave me a teddy bear … I think it’s still at Manouche’s house … *his eyes widen as the memory of the rescue comes back to him* …. I … I saved you from … N-Nate … *this time, he can’t stop the tears; he stands up, comes over to Abberline, hugs him, whispers*  I ... I remember … I – I love you, Father …

Abberline *moved, hugs him, at the same time happy that Raven remembered the good moments they share, one of the very few they've had, and at the same time alarmed, afraid that he will remember everything else too, that damned journal that he should have burned a long time ago*  So you remember me, and the teddy bear.  *glances at Godley* ... everyone needs a teddy bear ... I love you too, Raven ...

Talking to Kat:

Kat:  Yer a fool, Manouche, as am I.  Very well let's just get this o'er with.

Manouche *shakes her head, sighs*  Aye, I reckon I am, mate.  *She and Kat enter the house, Kat goes upstairs to finish getting ready.  Manouche goes to the kitchen; stops short, her heart skips a beat when she sees Abberline, who’s still comforting Raven while Godley looks on.  She thinks to herself how handsome Abberline looks, dressed for the wedding, then puts on a bright smile*  Ah, ‘ere’s th’ rest o’ th’ weddin’ party.  Blimey, lil’ mate, what’s with th’ tears, ay? 

Raven *turns, sees her, smiles*  Manouche!  *runs up to her, hugs her, wipes his eyes quickly, voice scoffing*  I’m not cryin’ …

Manouche *leans down, hugs him, ruffles his hair*  Ye were choppin’ onions again, weren’t ye?  Why didn’t ye light a candle, like I showed ye?  *looks up at Godley and Abberline, smiles, winks*

Abberline *rises, looks at Manouche, smiles at her*  Manouche – you look stunning.  How was Kat, is she ready?  *to Godley*  I forgot that we should have needed a photographer.  I am sure that none of you have seen Kat like she will be in her wedding dress.  *lights a cigarette*  But I'd rather be done with this all.  Where's that preacher, has he forgotten?

Manouche *smiles at Abberline*  Cheers, luv … ye look quite dashin’ … *glances back toward stairs*  Kat’s finishin’ up, takin’ her time, as is th’ bride’s prerogative.  So it’s jus’ as well th’ justice o’ th’ peace is late, innit?  *hears doorbell*  Ahh, bet that’s him now.  Stay ‘ere, all o’ ye, I’ll let him in.  *goes to answer the door*

Manouche *returns to kitchen followed by Aaron Monroe, Deppville’s highly attractive Justice of the Peace*  Right, ‘ere we are, Mr. Monroe … Sergeant Godley … Raven … an’ Fred Abberline, th’ groom.

Aaron Monroe *steps forward, shakes hands with them*  Pleased to meet you all.  *sets an envelope on the table*  I have all the necessary paperwork here, for your license …  *looks around*  Is the bride ready?

Manouche:  She should be ‘ere soon, mate.  Reckon we could do with some refreshment while we wait.  *moves past them all, looks around in cabinets to find what she needs to start making coffee*

Abberline:  Godley can make the coffee.  Couldn't you go and fetch Kat, Manouche?  I can't see why it would take so long for her to get ready.  Maybe she needs some help?

Godley:  Sure, I can take care of the refreshments.

Abberline *to Monroe*  And all the paperwork is as it should?  I want this all done properly.  Which means that I don't want to be married in a kitchen.  This way, please.  *leads Monroe to the living-room that Godley has decorated with fresh flowers – and hidden away the photos of Victoria he himself hung on the walls earlier on.  He has moved the sofa and coffee table out of the way so the centre of the room with the Afghan carpet is free.*  Is there something that needs to be done, or are we just waiting for the bride?  I have to say that I'm getting nervous.  You don't mind if I smoke?

Manouche *reaches top of stairs, makes her way to bedroom, taps on closed door*  Kat?  Ye there, mate?  How're ye farin', can I be of assist?  Everyone's ready when y' are.  But take as much time as ye need, savvy?

Kat *opens door*  There be not 'nuff time in the world for what I need, mate.

Manouche *looks at her, smiles*  By th’ powers, luv, ye look beautiful!  *sees the look on her face, grows concerned*  Kat, mate, please talk t’ me.  Nothin’ can be hopeless as all that.  If y’ can’t talk t’ yer main attendant o’ yer weddin’, who can ye talk to, ay?  *nudges her, smiles slightly*  C’mon, ye can tell me anythin’, ye know that.

Kat:  Nothin' te say.  Nothin' te do but 'ave it o'er and done with.

Manouche *sighs*  Right, whatever ye say, mate.  *puts a hand on Kat’s shoulder, gently guides her out of the room, down the stairs, into the living room*  Blimey, what beautiful flowers … *she looks up at everyone watching as they enter the room; smiles at them all*  Ah … may I present th’ bride … *she leads Kat up to where Abberline stands; gives Kat, then Abberline a kiss on the cheek, murmurs*  La santé et le bonheur toujours.  *steps back so they can stand together; smiles, tries to hide her concern for Kat*

Abberline *stunned, looks at her in the dress, it fits perfectly and she looks like a completely different person, he takes her hand*  How are you feeling, Kat, I was so worried about you.  That you would cancel it in the last minute.  *to Monroe*  We are ready now ...

Aaron Monroe *looks a little confused*  Well ... usually there are more preliminaries, but, I suppose that won't be necessary.  We'll just keep it brief and simple.  *opens book, then looks at them*  I don't even have the bride's name ... first and last name, miss?

Kat *Swallows*  Katelyn Cassidy.  *Glances at Abby*

Aaron Monroe *smiles*  Katelyn Cassidy … do you take this man, Frederick Abberline, as your lawfully wedded husband, will you love, honor and cherish him, in sickness and in health, till death do you part? 

Kat *Looks hard at Manouche, glances at Abby*  Aye.

Abberline *relieved to hear her answer, too nervous to notice her glances, smiles at her*

Aaron Monroe *to Abberline*  Frederick Abberline … do you take this woman, Katelyn Cassidy, as your lawfully wedded wife, will you love, honor and cherish her, in sickness and in health, till death do you part? 

Abberline *firmly*  I do.

Manouche *trembling slightly from Kat's glare, swallows, then feels a small hand in hers; looks down, sees Raven has taken her hand, his eyes on his parents.  He glances at her, smiles; she smiles back, squeezes his hand*

Aaron Monroe:  And now, the rings?  *Godley steps forward, presents the rings; Abberline places Kat’s on her finger, she places one on his, both looking very nervous.  Aaron Monroe nods*  By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.  *looks up, smiles*  You may kiss the bride.

Abberline *still very nervous, gives Kat a very soft, careful kiss*

Kat *Whispers to him*  Ye did better than that earlier with 'nother man's wife.  *Stares coldly into his eyes.*

Abberline *blinks, looks at her, sees the cold look in her eyes, stares at her for long as the words sink in, in a whisper*  Kat ... I don't know what ... *decides it's useless to explain, takes her in his arms and gives her a long passionate kiss*  Better, darling?

Kat *Still speaking softly*  Now I'll 'ave te check with Manouche on that, now won't I, eh?

Godley *sniffs, takes a handkerchief and blows his nose loudly, whispers to Manouche*  I never believed I could witness a moment like this once again.

Manouche *smiles at him*  It’s lovely, innit?  *looks down, sees Raven beaming.  Looks back at Kat and Abberline, watches them carefully, tries to push aside uneasy feeling*

Aaron Monroe *to Manouche and Godley*  I’ll need the witnesses, to sign the papers.  *he motions for all of them to step over to buffet, spreads papers out, hands pen first to Abberline*  You and Mrs. Abberline sign there and there ... *points at another part of the page* ... and the witnesses sign there, and there.

Abberline *raising his voice*  Fine.  You were just waiting for the opportune moment.  *takes the pen and signs the papers*  Your turn.