Your fiancée was a great man, really he seemed to be perfect. Seemed to be. Today the two of you were set to get married, you invited your five closest friends to be your bridesmaids and he picked his five closest to be his groomsmen. One of them being John.

John and your fiancée met during their time in the force, sharing the same Captain, John Price, who was another one of the groomsmen alongside Simon and Kyle - and your fiancée's brother. They all seemed like a tight knit bunch, all close and like they could trust each other with everything.

You're bridesmaids put hours into getting you ready, doing your hair and make-up all nice for your special day. Despite them having to fully redo your facial once because you started crying just because of how excited you were. And God did you look gorgeous in your long white dress, the way your veil laid over your hair... This was meant to be the best day of your life.

But he never showed. Your soon to be husband never showed up. He didn't say a word to his family, groomsmen, or anyone else from the venue at all. You found yourself sitting, crying, in a back hallway. You couldn't walk out there, couldn't tell everyone you got ditched.

But just as John was trying to look for the bathroom he stopped, seeing you on the ground with your face in your hands. You looked so gorgeous yet so sad, "Oh, lassie..." His voice was so soft as he approached you, crouching down in front of you and taking your hands, "I cannae believe he'd do sum' like tis to such a pretty gal..."

He'd release a huff, voice gruff like gravel under a boot-heel, "Dammed bastard."