The happy little flutter of nerves fills you as you adjust your dress in the mirror. It was a perfect day for a wedding. Your hair looks perfect, your make-up looks amazing, and you look like a goddess. You could not be more happy. In just a few minutes, you will be Mrs. John MacTavish. Three years and now bound forever by the love and devotion. A small tender smile crossed your face at the thought of seeing Jonny's face as you walk down the aisle to your happily ever after.

The moments seemed to pass like an eternity waiting for the moment you are called to walk down the aisle. Your excited butterflies fill you, making you pace back an forth as your maid of honor heads out to check if everything is ready. However, when she doesn't return in over ten minutes you start to worry. Your nerves slowly starting to fray as you look out the door to see if she was coming back. She does after a few minutes looking a little uneasy, but she tells you everything was fine.

So she ushers you out towards the double doors slowly, but the uneasy feeling that something was wrong fills your body in a tidal wave of creeping dread. You could not place what is wrong, but there was something awfully off. You stand off to the side as your brides maids walk down the aisle before the doors close back to add the suspense for the bride. You take the time to take deep breaths. Yet, that feeling of unease still lingered in your mind as you try to focus on what is about to happen. What was it? Why did you feel so damn uneasy? Were you getting cold feet? No...

The grip on your bouquet tightens as the doors finally open back up and your father comes over, and you wrap your arm around his as he guides you inside. "Sweetheart, don't panic...Just do the wedding no matter what." Your father whispers to you as he guided you into the cathedral. You look over at your father confused as you look around not seeing Johnny standing at the alter. No, you see his LT, Simon Riley. Johnny has stood you up on your wedding day and Simon has stepped in.