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PostSubject: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:25 pm

|| Idriis
|| Wedding location (change as needed)
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)

A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eyeing the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Tue Jun 19, 2012 3:16 am

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eyeing the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra horomonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:45 pm

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eyeing the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:56 am

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Wed Jun 20, 2012 11:37 am

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:49 pm

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill." she told him gently.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:03 am

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill." she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:00 am

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:00 am

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:45 am

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.

"So my radar's not broken..." Megan said gently. "That and I'm obviously not funny."

For a moment she just sat there and looked at her hands in her lap because she wasn't the crier that Lillian was--in fact Megan didn't cry often, but she had tears welling up in her eyes and she needed to get a hold of herself. She was used to relationships ending, she just wasn't used to being on this side of things because she was usually the one that decided when she was finished and sent the man on his way and she hadn't been 'finished' with Lars yet. In fact for a moment or two it almost felt like things between them had barely started.

"I guess it's about time that virus made its way through your system and you realized you made a mistake," she tried to joke, not making eye contact until a few moment's later. "Lillian wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there--she's always thought there was a good guy underneath it all and I agree with her. I'm not going to try and convince you to stay because you clearly don't want to, but I want you to think about that."

Megan took a deep breath and so far hadn't let a tear escape. "I've really never had someone break up with me because of everyone else around us and look sad doing it--okay, I've never had anyone break up with me before, but there's a first time for everything. Since you're all dressed up with no where to go, can I make a final request? You look like you're ready for a wedding and if this is the last we're going to see of each other, I'd like to have some say in how it ends..."
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:11 pm

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.

"So my radar's not broken..." Megan said gently. "That and I'm obviously not funny."

For a moment she just sat there and looked at her hands in her lap because she wasn't the crier that Lillian was--in fact Megan didn't cry often, but she had tears welling up in her eyes and she needed to get a hold of herself. She was used to relationships ending, she just wasn't used to being on this side of things because she was usually the one that decided when she was finished and sent the man on his way and she hadn't been 'finished' with Lars yet. In fact for a moment or two it almost felt like things between them had barely started.

"I guess it's about time that virus made its way through your system and you realized you made a mistake," she tried to joke, not making eye contact until a few moment's later. "Lillian wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there--she's always thought there was a good guy underneath it all and I agree with her. I'm not going to try and convince you to stay because you clearly don't want to, but I want you to think about that."

Megan took a deep breath and so far hadn't let a tear escape. "I've really never had someone break up with me because of everyone else around us and look sad doing it--okay, I've never had anyone break up with me before, but there's a first time for everything. Since you're all dressed up with no where to go, can I make a final request? You look like you're ready for a wedding and if this is the last we're going to see of each other, I'd like to have some say in how it ends..."

"Lillian may feel that way, but she's in denial about the effect it would have on Taylor then," Lars said flatly. "Wishing and hoping for the best won't change the inevitable, especially in this case." Mentally he cursed himself for being such a damn pessimist all the time, but he supposed that was inevitable too.

"Anyways, Megan…" he said carefully. "This isn't because of you. It's because of me. In addition to all that other stuff, the nature of my work is changing, and it means I'm not going to be able to give you the kind of relationship you deserve." About that he was certain, and so he could look at her directly and speak with confidence now. "You need to find someone who can be there for you. That's not me, I'm sorry to say. I apologize for leading you on this whole time. I was a fool to think this would work, and I'm sorry for hurting you like this. Let's just remember the good times and move on from that, what say?" That said, he took a moment to consider her final comment.

Finally he eyed her reluctantly. "Well, I don't really know if it's a good idea to draw this painful process out any longer than necessary, and I'm afraid I do actually have somewhere else to be, but…what's your request?"
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:36 pm

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.

"So my radar's not broken..." Megan said gently. "That and I'm obviously not funny."

For a moment she just sat there and looked at her hands in her lap because she wasn't the crier that Lillian was--in fact Megan didn't cry often, but she had tears welling up in her eyes and she needed to get a hold of herself. She was used to relationships ending, she just wasn't used to being on this side of things because she was usually the one that decided when she was finished and sent the man on his way and she hadn't been 'finished' with Lars yet. In fact for a moment or two it almost felt like things between them had barely started.

"I guess it's about time that virus made its way through your system and you realized you made a mistake," she tried to joke, not making eye contact until a few moment's later. "Lillian wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there--she's always thought there was a good guy underneath it all and I agree with her. I'm not going to try and convince you to stay because you clearly don't want to, but I want you to think about that."

Megan took a deep breath and so far hadn't let a tear escape. "I've really never had someone break up with me because of everyone else around us and look sad doing it--okay, I've never had anyone break up with me before, but there's a first time for everything. Since you're all dressed up with no where to go, can I make a final request? You look like you're ready for a wedding and if this is the last we're going to see of each other, I'd like to have some say in how it ends..."

"Lillian may feel that way, but she's in denial about the effect it would have on Taylor then," Lars said flatly. "Wishing and hoping for the best won't change the inevitable, especially in this case." Mentally he cursed himself for being such a damn pessimist all the time, but he supposed that was inevitable too.

"Anyways, Megan…" he said carefully. "This isn't because of you. It's because of me. In addition to all that other stuff, the nature of my work is changing, and it means I'm not going to be able to give you the kind of relationship you deserve." About that he was certain, and so he could look at her directly and speak with confidence now. "You need to find someone who can be there for you. That's not me, I'm sorry to say. I apologize for leading you on this whole time. I was a fool to think this would work, and I'm sorry for hurting you like this. Let's just remember the good times and move on from that, what say?" That said, he took a moment to consider her final comment.

Finally he eyed her reluctantly. "Well, I don't really know if it's a good idea to draw this painful process out any longer than necessary, and I'm afraid I do actually have somewhere else to be, but…what's your request?"

Megan took in a breath at his words, trying not to blink because a tear would fall, she could feel it. "I'm not the girl that falls in love and gets married and has kids and ends up with a fairy tale ending, Lars--I never have been--though I do seem to inevitably fall in love. I don't see myself with a husband and kids ever in my life, which is why I normally cut men loose two weeks in...two months in...relationships for me don't last, big surprise there. You weren't leading me on, we were having fun and now you're done."

She didn't mean to make it sound harsh, but she was never one to censor herself and hurt as she was feeling, she was trying to stay strong. Yeah, she inevitably fell for him, but in the past that was the time that she normally ended up walking because feelings formed and she skipped right over walking with Lars cause she didn't expect it to get serious because they barely ever saw each other. It had been safe and now the thought that he was just going to cease contact was starting to eat away at her and she didn't want to let it.

"The fact that you're the longest relationship I've ever had dashes your theory about what I deserve, doesn't it?" Megan asked him, standing up and holding out her hand. "You can be late to wherever it is that you're going. Humor me and let me at least give you what I was going to give you after the wedding since you're not going with me. I know you didn't mean to, but you kind of just laid it all out on me the day of that you're taking off, so I think one more borderline painful act is in order."
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:32 pm

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.

"So my radar's not broken..." Megan said gently. "That and I'm obviously not funny."

For a moment she just sat there and looked at her hands in her lap because she wasn't the crier that Lillian was--in fact Megan didn't cry often, but she had tears welling up in her eyes and she needed to get a hold of herself. She was used to relationships ending, she just wasn't used to being on this side of things because she was usually the one that decided when she was finished and sent the man on his way and she hadn't been 'finished' with Lars yet. In fact for a moment or two it almost felt like things between them had barely started.

"I guess it's about time that virus made its way through your system and you realized you made a mistake," she tried to joke, not making eye contact until a few moment's later. "Lillian wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there--she's always thought there was a good guy underneath it all and I agree with her. I'm not going to try and convince you to stay because you clearly don't want to, but I want you to think about that."

Megan took a deep breath and so far hadn't let a tear escape. "I've really never had someone break up with me because of everyone else around us and look sad doing it--okay, I've never had anyone break up with me before, but there's a first time for everything. Since you're all dressed up with no where to go, can I make a final request? You look like you're ready for a wedding and if this is the last we're going to see of each other, I'd like to have some say in how it ends..."

"Lillian may feel that way, but she's in denial about the effect it would have on Taylor then," Lars said flatly. "Wishing and hoping for the best won't change the inevitable, especially in this case." Mentally he cursed himself for being such a damn pessimist all the time, but he supposed that was inevitable too.

"Anyways, Megan…" he said carefully. "This isn't because of you. It's because of me. In addition to all that other stuff, the nature of my work is changing, and it means I'm not going to be able to give you the kind of relationship you deserve." About that he was certain, and so he could look at her directly and speak with confidence now. "You need to find someone who can be there for you. That's not me, I'm sorry to say. I apologize for leading you on this whole time. I was a fool to think this would work, and I'm sorry for hurting you like this. Let's just remember the good times and move on from that, what say?" That said, he took a moment to consider her final comment.

Finally he eyed her reluctantly. "Well, I don't really know if it's a good idea to draw this painful process out any longer than necessary, and I'm afraid I do actually have somewhere else to be, but…what's your request?"

Megan took in a breath at his words, trying not to blink because a tear would fall, she could feel it. "I'm not the girl that falls in love and gets married and has kids and ends up with a fairy tale ending, Lars--I never have been--though I do seem to inevitably fall in love. I don't see myself with a husband and kids ever in my life, which is why I normally cut men loose two weeks in...two months in...relationships for me don't last, big surprise there. You weren't leading me on, we were having fun and now you're done."

She didn't mean to make it sound harsh, but she was never one to censor herself and hurt as she was feeling, she was trying to stay strong. Yeah, she inevitably fell for him, but in the past that was the time that she normally ended up walking because feelings formed and she skipped right over walking with Lars cause she didn't expect it to get serious because they barely ever saw each other. It had been safe and now the thought that he was just going to cease contact was starting to eat away at her and she didn't want to let it.

"The fact that you're the longest relationship I've ever had dashes your theory about what I deserve, doesn't it?" Megan asked him, standing up and holding out her hand. "You can be late to wherever it is that you're going. Humor me and let me at least give you what I was going to give you after the wedding since you're not going with me. I know you didn't mean to, but you kind of just laid it all out on me the day of that you're taking off, so I think one more borderline painful act is in order."

Lars tried to make his tone and his face harden, but was only halfway successful. "Megan…what is it you want me to go do? This is no time for any last-ditch attempt to salvage what we had. Don't try to make me go to the wedding, please. I know what will happen and that will only make all of this worse." He remained seated, looking up into her eyes with what he hoped was a rational, even expression.

"This isn't just about the things I mentioned. There are other considerations too." He left it at that, but he was recalling with some anxiety the warning he had received and knowing he needed to break things off here and now because of it.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 8:01 pm

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.

"So my radar's not broken..." Megan said gently. "That and I'm obviously not funny."

For a moment she just sat there and looked at her hands in her lap because she wasn't the crier that Lillian was--in fact Megan didn't cry often, but she had tears welling up in her eyes and she needed to get a hold of herself. She was used to relationships ending, she just wasn't used to being on this side of things because she was usually the one that decided when she was finished and sent the man on his way and she hadn't been 'finished' with Lars yet. In fact for a moment or two it almost felt like things between them had barely started.

"I guess it's about time that virus made its way through your system and you realized you made a mistake," she tried to joke, not making eye contact until a few moment's later. "Lillian wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there--she's always thought there was a good guy underneath it all and I agree with her. I'm not going to try and convince you to stay because you clearly don't want to, but I want you to think about that."

Megan took a deep breath and so far hadn't let a tear escape. "I've really never had someone break up with me because of everyone else around us and look sad doing it--okay, I've never had anyone break up with me before, but there's a first time for everything. Since you're all dressed up with no where to go, can I make a final request? You look like you're ready for a wedding and if this is the last we're going to see of each other, I'd like to have some say in how it ends..."

"Lillian may feel that way, but she's in denial about the effect it would have on Taylor then," Lars said flatly. "Wishing and hoping for the best won't change the inevitable, especially in this case." Mentally he cursed himself for being such a damn pessimist all the time, but he supposed that was inevitable too.

"Anyways, Megan…" he said carefully. "This isn't because of you. It's because of me. In addition to all that other stuff, the nature of my work is changing, and it means I'm not going to be able to give you the kind of relationship you deserve." About that he was certain, and so he could look at her directly and speak with confidence now. "You need to find someone who can be there for you. That's not me, I'm sorry to say. I apologize for leading you on this whole time. I was a fool to think this would work, and I'm sorry for hurting you like this. Let's just remember the good times and move on from that, what say?" That said, he took a moment to consider her final comment.

Finally he eyed her reluctantly. "Well, I don't really know if it's a good idea to draw this painful process out any longer than necessary, and I'm afraid I do actually have somewhere else to be, but…what's your request?"

Megan took in a breath at his words, trying not to blink because a tear would fall, she could feel it. "I'm not the girl that falls in love and gets married and has kids and ends up with a fairy tale ending, Lars--I never have been--though I do seem to inevitably fall in love. I don't see myself with a husband and kids ever in my life, which is why I normally cut men loose two weeks in...two months in...relationships for me don't last, big surprise there. You weren't leading me on, we were having fun and now you're done."

She didn't mean to make it sound harsh, but she was never one to censor herself and hurt as she was feeling, she was trying to stay strong. Yeah, she inevitably fell for him, but in the past that was the time that she normally ended up walking because feelings formed and she skipped right over walking with Lars cause she didn't expect it to get serious because they barely ever saw each other. It had been safe and now the thought that he was just going to cease contact was starting to eat away at her and she didn't want to let it.

"The fact that you're the longest relationship I've ever had dashes your theory about what I deserve, doesn't it?" Megan asked him, standing up and holding out her hand. "You can be late to wherever it is that you're going. Humor me and let me at least give you what I was going to give you after the wedding since you're not going with me. I know you didn't mean to, but you kind of just laid it all out on me the day of that you're taking off, so I think one more borderline painful act is in order."

Lars tried to make his tone and his face harden, but was only halfway successful. "Megan…what is it you want me to go do? This is no time for any last-ditch attempt to salvage what we had. Don't try to make me go to the wedding, please. I know what will happen and that will only make all of this worse." He remained seated, looking up into her eyes with what he hoped was a rational, even expression.

"This isn't just about the things I mentioned. There are other considerations too." He left it at that, but he was recalling with some anxiety the warning he had received and knowing he needed to break things off here and now because of it.

"Lars Janssen, take my hand and follow me to the bridesmaids tent so I can give you the present I got you and then be on your way, or so help me, I will straddle your lap and give potential passerbys a show they will never forget," Megan warned him. "If I keep it, every time I look at it I will be emotionally compromised and it's something I know you'd like right now. You don't have to come to the wedding, just do me this courtesy."

She offered her hand again, this time taking one of his and smiling. "Come on, Larsy Boy...we both know that even though this is our last bit of time together, we deserve a better end than this--I deserve better than this ending. I've got something to make us feel better and then I'll let you go even though I don't want to...you have my word. Come with me..."
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:25 pm

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.

"So my radar's not broken..." Megan said gently. "That and I'm obviously not funny."

For a moment she just sat there and looked at her hands in her lap because she wasn't the crier that Lillian was--in fact Megan didn't cry often, but she had tears welling up in her eyes and she needed to get a hold of herself. She was used to relationships ending, she just wasn't used to being on this side of things because she was usually the one that decided when she was finished and sent the man on his way and she hadn't been 'finished' with Lars yet. In fact for a moment or two it almost felt like things between them had barely started.

"I guess it's about time that virus made its way through your system and you realized you made a mistake," she tried to joke, not making eye contact until a few moment's later. "Lillian wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there--she's always thought there was a good guy underneath it all and I agree with her. I'm not going to try and convince you to stay because you clearly don't want to, but I want you to think about that."

Megan took a deep breath and so far hadn't let a tear escape. "I've really never had someone break up with me because of everyone else around us and look sad doing it--okay, I've never had anyone break up with me before, but there's a first time for everything. Since you're all dressed up with no where to go, can I make a final request? You look like you're ready for a wedding and if this is the last we're going to see of each other, I'd like to have some say in how it ends..."

"Lillian may feel that way, but she's in denial about the effect it would have on Taylor then," Lars said flatly. "Wishing and hoping for the best won't change the inevitable, especially in this case." Mentally he cursed himself for being such a damn pessimist all the time, but he supposed that was inevitable too.

"Anyways, Megan…" he said carefully. "This isn't because of you. It's because of me. In addition to all that other stuff, the nature of my work is changing, and it means I'm not going to be able to give you the kind of relationship you deserve." About that he was certain, and so he could look at her directly and speak with confidence now. "You need to find someone who can be there for you. That's not me, I'm sorry to say. I apologize for leading you on this whole time. I was a fool to think this would work, and I'm sorry for hurting you like this. Let's just remember the good times and move on from that, what say?" That said, he took a moment to consider her final comment.

Finally he eyed her reluctantly. "Well, I don't really know if it's a good idea to draw this painful process out any longer than necessary, and I'm afraid I do actually have somewhere else to be, but…what's your request?"

Megan took in a breath at his words, trying not to blink because a tear would fall, she could feel it. "I'm not the girl that falls in love and gets married and has kids and ends up with a fairy tale ending, Lars--I never have been--though I do seem to inevitably fall in love. I don't see myself with a husband and kids ever in my life, which is why I normally cut men loose two weeks in...two months in...relationships for me don't last, big surprise there. You weren't leading me on, we were having fun and now you're done."

She didn't mean to make it sound harsh, but she was never one to censor herself and hurt as she was feeling, she was trying to stay strong. Yeah, she inevitably fell for him, but in the past that was the time that she normally ended up walking because feelings formed and she skipped right over walking with Lars cause she didn't expect it to get serious because they barely ever saw each other. It had been safe and now the thought that he was just going to cease contact was starting to eat away at her and she didn't want to let it.

"The fact that you're the longest relationship I've ever had dashes your theory about what I deserve, doesn't it?" Megan asked him, standing up and holding out her hand. "You can be late to wherever it is that you're going. Humor me and let me at least give you what I was going to give you after the wedding since you're not going with me. I know you didn't mean to, but you kind of just laid it all out on me the day of that you're taking off, so I think one more borderline painful act is in order."

Lars tried to make his tone and his face harden, but was only halfway successful. "Megan…what is it you want me to go do? This is no time for any last-ditch attempt to salvage what we had. Don't try to make me go to the wedding, please. I know what will happen and that will only make all of this worse." He remained seated, looking up into her eyes with what he hoped was a rational, even expression.

"This isn't just about the things I mentioned. There are other considerations too." He left it at that, but he was recalling with some anxiety the warning he had received and knowing he needed to break things off here and now because of it.

"Lars Janssen, take my hand and follow me to the bridesmaids tent so I can give you the present I got you and then be on your way, or so help me, I will straddle your lap and give potential passerbys a show they will never forget," Megan warned him. "If I keep it, every time I look at it I will be emotionally compromised and it's something I know you'd like right now. You don't have to come to the wedding, just do me this courtesy."

She offered her hand again, this time taking one of his and smiling. "Come on, Larsy Boy...we both know that even though this is our last bit of time together, we deserve a better end than this--I deserve better than this ending. I've got something to make us feel better and then I'll let you go even though I don't want to...you have my word. Come with me..."

Lars frowned for a moment, ever suspicious but also feeling a pang of curiosity and regret. After making a big show of checking his watch, he supposed it was the least he could do. Silently he accepted Megan's hand and stood, adjusting his collar again with his free hand. The thought of whatever she had gotten him was making his heart pound in nervous guilt about this whole thing, but again he recalled the ominous message he had received on the way here and knew he was doing what needed to be done.

"If you say so…" was all he could offer. As she led him along, he hoped they wouldn't come across anyone else from the wedding party on the way, and that it would be over soon. He was already having second thoughts.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Fri Jun 22, 2012 12:34 am

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.

"So my radar's not broken..." Megan said gently. "That and I'm obviously not funny."

For a moment she just sat there and looked at her hands in her lap because she wasn't the crier that Lillian was--in fact Megan didn't cry often, but she had tears welling up in her eyes and she needed to get a hold of herself. She was used to relationships ending, she just wasn't used to being on this side of things because she was usually the one that decided when she was finished and sent the man on his way and she hadn't been 'finished' with Lars yet. In fact for a moment or two it almost felt like things between them had barely started.

"I guess it's about time that virus made its way through your system and you realized you made a mistake," she tried to joke, not making eye contact until a few moment's later. "Lillian wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there--she's always thought there was a good guy underneath it all and I agree with her. I'm not going to try and convince you to stay because you clearly don't want to, but I want you to think about that."

Megan took a deep breath and so far hadn't let a tear escape. "I've really never had someone break up with me because of everyone else around us and look sad doing it--okay, I've never had anyone break up with me before, but there's a first time for everything. Since you're all dressed up with no where to go, can I make a final request? You look like you're ready for a wedding and if this is the last we're going to see of each other, I'd like to have some say in how it ends..."

"Lillian may feel that way, but she's in denial about the effect it would have on Taylor then," Lars said flatly. "Wishing and hoping for the best won't change the inevitable, especially in this case." Mentally he cursed himself for being such a damn pessimist all the time, but he supposed that was inevitable too.

"Anyways, Megan…" he said carefully. "This isn't because of you. It's because of me. In addition to all that other stuff, the nature of my work is changing, and it means I'm not going to be able to give you the kind of relationship you deserve." About that he was certain, and so he could look at her directly and speak with confidence now. "You need to find someone who can be there for you. That's not me, I'm sorry to say. I apologize for leading you on this whole time. I was a fool to think this would work, and I'm sorry for hurting you like this. Let's just remember the good times and move on from that, what say?" That said, he took a moment to consider her final comment.

Finally he eyed her reluctantly. "Well, I don't really know if it's a good idea to draw this painful process out any longer than necessary, and I'm afraid I do actually have somewhere else to be, but…what's your request?"

Megan took in a breath at his words, trying not to blink because a tear would fall, she could feel it. "I'm not the girl that falls in love and gets married and has kids and ends up with a fairy tale ending, Lars--I never have been--though I do seem to inevitably fall in love. I don't see myself with a husband and kids ever in my life, which is why I normally cut men loose two weeks in...two months in...relationships for me don't last, big surprise there. You weren't leading me on, we were having fun and now you're done."

She didn't mean to make it sound harsh, but she was never one to censor herself and hurt as she was feeling, she was trying to stay strong. Yeah, she inevitably fell for him, but in the past that was the time that she normally ended up walking because feelings formed and she skipped right over walking with Lars cause she didn't expect it to get serious because they barely ever saw each other. It had been safe and now the thought that he was just going to cease contact was starting to eat away at her and she didn't want to let it.

"The fact that you're the longest relationship I've ever had dashes your theory about what I deserve, doesn't it?" Megan asked him, standing up and holding out her hand. "You can be late to wherever it is that you're going. Humor me and let me at least give you what I was going to give you after the wedding since you're not going with me. I know you didn't mean to, but you kind of just laid it all out on me the day of that you're taking off, so I think one more borderline painful act is in order."

Lars tried to make his tone and his face harden, but was only halfway successful. "Megan…what is it you want me to go do? This is no time for any last-ditch attempt to salvage what we had. Don't try to make me go to the wedding, please. I know what will happen and that will only make all of this worse." He remained seated, looking up into her eyes with what he hoped was a rational, even expression.

"This isn't just about the things I mentioned. There are other considerations too." He left it at that, but he was recalling with some anxiety the warning he had received and knowing he needed to break things off here and now because of it.

"Lars Janssen, take my hand and follow me to the bridesmaids tent so I can give you the present I got you and then be on your way, or so help me, I will straddle your lap and give potential passerbys a show they will never forget," Megan warned him. "If I keep it, every time I look at it I will be emotionally compromised and it's something I know you'd like right now. You don't have to come to the wedding, just do me this courtesy."

She offered her hand again, this time taking one of his and smiling. "Come on, Larsy Boy...we both know that even though this is our last bit of time together, we deserve a better end than this--I deserve better than this ending. I've got something to make us feel better and then I'll let you go even though I don't want to...you have my word. Come with me..."

Lars frowned for a moment, ever suspicious but also feeling a pang of curiosity and regret. After making a big show of checking his watch, he supposed it was the least he could do. Silently he accepted Megan's hand and stood, adjusting his collar again with his free hand. The thought of whatever she had gotten him was making his heart pound in nervous guilt about this whole thing, but again he recalled the ominous message he had received on the way here and knew he was doing what needed to be done.

"If you say so…" was all he could offer. As she led him along, he hoped they wouldn't come across anyone else from the wedding party on the way, and that it would be over soon. He was already having second thoughts.

Smiling because she was getting her way, she led Lars to the bridesmaid tent, opening up the flap and peeking in before she pulled him inside, no one there. They were probably doting on Lillian at the moment because she was getting married and so Megan made sure the flap was shut and they were the only ones before she went to her bag and opened it up, pulling out a bottle of Romulan Ale that she'd gotten for hers and Lars' after party she had planned in her mind. It seemed bittersweet now, but she would never drink it without him and didn't want to keep it if he was leaving her.

Turning to him, Megan smiled sadly. "I was hoping we'd share it after Lilly got married, but..."

She shook it off and handed him the bottle, trying to keep the smile on her face or she was going to cry because this was breaking her heart. It was crashing into her like waves on a beach, the realization that this was her last moment with him and the pang in her chest was causing her eyes to water and she didn't know what to do. Megan wasn't used to showing such emotions to people, but she knew that she had to let him go because that was what he wanted and she couldn't force him to stay.

"So this is for you, and this...is for me..." Megan said, and leaned up, capturing Lars' lips with her because painful as it was, she just didn't want him to go and if this was the end, she needed to feel his touch one more time. "Are you sure that we can't end this the way it started?" Megan whispered, tugging at his clothes gently like she wanted them off.
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PostSubject: Re: Megan/Lars - Hey little sister (It's a nice day for a White Wedding)   Fri Jun 22, 2012 6:19 pm

|| Idriis
|| Idriis Hall
|| April 12th, 2388
|| Just prior to the wedding (change as needed)


A sleek black hover-limousine cruised up the street and eventually stopped adjacent to the well-appointed hall where the Lucas-Crae wedding was to be held. The door to the car slid open and Lars emerged, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight. Quickly he stepped up onto the curb, and the limo sped away without further adieu.

The intelligence agent was out of uniform, dressed in a sharp suit that was as black, shiny, and likely as expensive as the car he had just exited. Lars fidgeted a bit with his collar and then, taking a deep breath, crossed the street. It was time for him to meet with Megan in the spacious lobby where the guests were to arrive initially.

He had sent a message ahead informing her of his arrival time and location, but for some reason had only communicated over text messaging; no calls as of yet. So now he waited patiently in the spacious lobby, eying the people coming and going and wondering how many were wedding guests with his usual innate suspicion. Lars' eyes eventually wandered over to an open bar being set up, but he made no move to meander over and sample some libations. Instead he stood off to one side and waited, watching the room impassively.

Megan smoothed down her marine green, one shoulder off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and looked in a nearby mirror to fix her hair. It was curled and partially pulled back, and she felt oddly strange to be standing there in clothes when the weddings she was used to were naked ones and she felt like this custom left much to be desired. Betazoid weddings were far less hassle and she hoped that after today, she could relax because Lillian on edge and then extra hormonal because of the baby was making her extra moody.

At least she got to see Lars today.

So, coined in the rather expensive knee length, curve hugging dress, Megan checked the jeweled pins in her hair and looked around for Lars in the lobby where people were signing the guest book, dropping off presents and perhaps visiting the bar. The wedding reception would be in the main hall, but the wedding ceremony was under a large canopy out on the beach, where Marlo's father would marry them in a human fashion, which was strange to him as he was a Bajoran, but he loved other cultures and Lillian was his adopted daughter practically.

Seeing him and thinking he looked quite dashing, Megan fixed her lipstick before she approached, smiling a bit at guests as she moved through them. There was so much to get used to and so many people to get used to, knowing that this wedding was more than just a wedding--Megan needed to mingle eventually. Still, right now she was going to lose herself in Lars because she found herself enjoying that more and more...which could be a problem, but right now it was a wanted distraction.

"Well hello, Stranger--thanks a lot for making me deal with my family on my own for two days," she teased, greeting him with a kiss.

Lars smiled, though it did seem a bit forced. "Hello there…thought you'd never make it." He kissed her back, but that too seemed hesitant. Then again, he had never been one for public displays of affection. Still, he was able to relax a bit in her presence, and Lars looked Megan over thoroughly for the first time.

"You look great! Still, I am disappointed that this isn't a traditional Betazoid wedding, with the ah, traditional costume that involves," he offered with a wink and a grin. "So how have you and your family been doing? No residual effects from the plague or anything? I checked the reports for a while, everything seemed to be working out with the vaccine. The countermeasure testing too…but that's classified." It obviously wasn't too classified, or he never would have let that slip to someone who usually wore a Diplomatic uniform.

"By the way, did you hear anything about this alleged incident that happened on Idriis recently? The shuttle pilot on the way down mentioned something about a Starfleet officer murdering someone. But I don't know how much faith I can put in that story, you know how pilots love to gossip." That little anecdote also revealed that Lars was still not using transporters to travel planetside, a little quirk of his that was the result of professional experience and personal paranoia.

"You are far too tense," Megan said, rubbing his shoulders. "You are also not the only one that wishes that this was a Betazoid wedding because they're far less hassle. You're still invited to that one--they're doing that before the honeymoon to make Lilly happy--she's a traditionalist when it comes to some things."

Megan shrugged a little bit then raised her eyebrows. "You know, you really love your information...must be an Intel officer thing. Basically, there was a big case that Lilly had to solve and now she's on review because like the pilot said, one of her crew was accused. On top of that, crew members--just guess who--started skirting around the law, so they're questioning her leadership skills."

Taking a deep breath, Megan smoothed down her dress again, really wishing she was just naked because she kept thinking that something bad was going to happen and she'd hurt the dress. She'd never had to worry about clothes before in a setting such as this and it was a little bit frustrating. She kept checking to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything and she smiled awkwardly at Lars.

"Not used to being clothed at weddings," Megan told him honestly. "Have you signed the guest book yet? What did you buy them? Any present is better than mine..."

"Crew members skirting the law…" Lars mused to himself, then shifted gears in response to her questions. "I, uh, think I got something on the wedding registry. And, I, well…I'll sign the guestbook a bit later," he offered a bit nervously, clearly preoccupied with something else at the moment. In his mind he knew what he had to do, had planned it out meticulously beforehand, but actually doing it was proving difficult.

He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, sighed, and then spoke. "Say, Megan, before we do anything else, would you mind sitting down somewhere quiet and having a little talk? I think I saw a terrace around the side that might suit our purpose." Lars even took a half step in that direction, suddenly anxious to get out of the lobby that was growing increasingly crowded as the time for the ceremony drew closer.

"Okay..." Megan said slowly, nodding. "Sounds important, so..."

She took him by the hand and led him outside, hoping that being outside would make him relax a bit because he was acting weird. He seemed stressed and very serious and she had a feeling that she knew what was coming next, but she was keeping it to herself, should she ruin something. So she wanted Lars to get out what he needed to say, and took him to a shaded bench, motioning for him to sit because she wasn't sure she should in her dress.

"Spill," she told him gently.

Lars sat, and for a time he stared at his shoes, as expensive and shiny as his suit. He didn't even know why he had worn the fancy attire, given what he suspected would be the end result of today. At least he had not worn his usual leather gloves, a subconscious reminder to himself that what he undertook today was not work, but personal…in a sense. He cleared his throat and looked up at her finally, his expression entreating her attention.

"This is a big day for your sister…your family…you…and maybe now is not the best time to put this forward, but I really have to right now. I've had a lot of time to think this over, and I…it's just…"

He paused, and looked down again, wringing his hands and feeling somehow vulnerable because he did not have his gloves. They were a barrier, always had been, but he had told himself that he could have no barriers to his emotions on this day. With a sigh, Lars looked up into Megan's eyes again. At first his voice faltered at the sight of the face he had grown to love, but eventually he found his tongue again.

"The thing is…how do you feel about the man Lillian is about to marry?"

"Okay, maybe I'll sit," Megan said after a pause, nodding to herself. "I thought you were ending things between us, so I'm relieved..."

She slowly sat down next to Lars and while at first she rested her hands in her lap, she had to admit that she'd been thinking about this for a long time--much longer than Lars--and soon she was smoothing down the skirt of her dress again nervously. There were times when Megan wondered whether this was best or not, and there were times when Megan thought that it was Lillian's happiness and Taylor was a pretty good stepfather. She chewed on her nail for a moment before she rested her hands on Lars' and ran her thumbs along them.

"Taylor and Lilly met during the Dominion War and they fell in love and it was all well and good, right? He gave her his dog tags and he promised to come back for her and it was cute--back then, I was all for them getting married because she gushed about him and waited for him...but eventually she had to move on when he broke his promise. She got married and had a kid and lost her husband and she found Taylor again--and he would do anything for her...except that duty is who he is." Megan explained, shrugging. "I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared again because he thought duty took him away, regardless of that niece or nephew of mine in her stomach that he feels he needs to be there for. He loves my sister and my sister loves him, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a doubt or two--if you don't remember correctly, he and I tried to kill each other that one time we were all drugged and acting crazy."

Megan laughed a little bit and then reached up to cup his face. "You're asking me this for a reason, I know that, Larsy Boy," she said affectionately. "Sometimes my sister feels a bit like a second choice, but that's just because she's always changed herself for the people in her life for complicated reasons--I think she feels most at home with Taylor because he took her at a point in her life when she did what she wanted and was most like a Betazoid female, you know? Taylor and I certainly do not always see eye to eye--in fact more often than not we butt heads--but I trust him to keep her and their kids safe...is that what you were looking for? Are you worried you two would be semi-related if you and I got married?"

It was a joke to lighten the mood, but maybe it wasn't the right one...

Lars had flinched at her initial comment, and grew paler and paler as Megan expounded on the history of Lillian and Taylor's relationship. By the time she got to the joke, his expression was grim, and he gently shook off Megan's hands so that he wasn't distracted in what he had to say.

"I…I understand all that, and I appreciate that they want to be together. Your sister is smart enough to choose the right man, and Colonel Lucas…has a distinguished service record of overcoming adversity." That sounded ridiculous once he said it, but Lars was hard-pressed to come up with any real redeeming features the marine possessed. "The problem is…he and I have an inescapable history. I'm all for forgiving and forgetting, but then again I didn't go through all the things he did," Lars added, a little guiltily.

"But no matter what, the friction and animosity is there, and it's not likely to go away. And the consequences are unpleasant, to say the least. I saw that when I tried to have dinner with your family. He was upset, she was upset, the whole family was upset, and I'm afraid if I show up today the whole thing will happen again but on a colossal scale. I can't ruin their wedding, no matter how much I may dislike him. So I'm leaving after this." That at least he could say with certainty.

He swallowed hard. Now was the really difficult part. "But there's more to it than that. I don't want to be the source of arguing in your family every time I show up. It's not fair to Lillian or you…or Taylor, I guess. So, well, you sort of guessed already what this was about. In the the interest of everyone's happiness and well-being…it's time for us to end this…quit while we're ahead and all that," Lars said bleakly, looking down at his well-polished shoes again for a moment before finally looking up into her eyes again sadly.

"So my radar's not broken..." Megan said gently. "That and I'm obviously not funny."

For a moment she just sat there and looked at her hands in her lap because she wasn't the crier that Lillian was--in fact Megan didn't cry often, but she had tears welling up in her eyes and she needed to get a hold of herself. She was used to relationships ending, she just wasn't used to being on this side of things because she was usually the one that decided when she was finished and sent the man on his way and she hadn't been 'finished' with Lars yet. In fact for a moment or two it almost felt like things between them had barely started.

"I guess it's about time that virus made its way through your system and you realized you made a mistake," she tried to joke, not making eye contact until a few moment's later. "Lillian wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there--she's always thought there was a good guy underneath it all and I agree with her. I'm not going to try and convince you to stay because you clearly don't want to, but I want you to think about that."

Megan took a deep breath and so far hadn't let a tear escape. "I've really never had someone break up with me because of everyone else around us and look sad doing it--okay, I've never had anyone break up with me before, but there's a first time for everything. Since you're all dressed up with no where to go, can I make a final request? You look like you're ready for a wedding and if this is the last we're going to see of each other, I'd like to have some say in how it ends..."

"Lillian may feel that way, but she's in denial about the effect it would have on Taylor then," Lars said flatly. "Wishing and hoping for the best won't change the inevitable, especially in this case." Mentally he cursed himself for being such a damn pessimist all the time, but he supposed that was inevitable too.

"Anyways, Megan…" he said carefully. "This isn't because of you. It's because of me. In addition to all that other stuff, the nature of my work is changing, and it means I'm not going to be able to give you the kind of relationship you deserve." About that he was certain, and so he could look at her directly and speak with confidence now. "You need to find someone who can be there for you. That's not me, I'm sorry to say. I apologize for leading you on this whole time. I was a fool to think this would work, and I'm sorry for hurting you like this. Let's just remember the good times and move on from that, what say?" That said, he took a moment to consider her final comment.

Finally he eyed her reluctantly. "Well, I don't really know if it's a good idea to draw this painful process out any longer than necessary, and I'm afraid I do actually have somewhere else to be, but…what's your request?"

Megan took in a breath at his words, trying not to blink because a tear would fall, she could feel it. "I'm not the girl that falls in love and gets married and has kids and ends up with a fairy tale ending, Lars--I never have been--though I do seem to inevitably fall in love. I don't see myself with a husband and kids ever in my life, which is why I normally cut men loose two weeks in...two months in...relationships for me don't last, big surprise there. You weren't leading me on, we were having fun and now you're done."

She didn't mean to make it sound harsh, but she was never one to censor herself and hurt as she was feeling, she was trying to stay strong. Yeah, she inevitably fell for him, but in the past that was the time that she normally ended up walking because feelings formed and she skipped right over walking with Lars cause she didn't expect it to get serious because they barely ever saw each other. It had been safe and now the thought that he was just going to cease contact was starting to eat away at her and she didn't want to let it.

"The fact that you're the longest relationship I've ever had dashes your theory about what I deserve, doesn't it?" Megan asked him, standing up and holding out her hand. "You can be late to wherever it is that you're going. Humor me and let me at least give you what I was going to give you after the wedding since you're not going with me. I know you didn't mean to, but you kind of just laid it all out on me the day of that you're taking off, so I think one more borderline painful act is in order."

Lars tried to make his tone and his face harden, but was only halfway successful. "Megan…what is it you want me to go do? This is no time for any last-ditch attempt to salvage what we had. Don't try to make me go to the wedding, please. I know what will happen and that will only make all of this worse." He remained seated, looking up into her eyes with what he hoped was a rational, even expression.

"This isn't just about the things I mentioned. There are other considerations too." He left it at that, but he was recalling with some anxiety the warning he had received and knowing he needed to break things off here and now because of it.

"Lars Janssen, take my hand and follow me to the bridesmaids tent so I can give you the present I got you and then be on your way, or so help me, I will straddle your lap and give potential passerbys a show they will never forget," Megan warned him. "If I keep it, every time I look at it I will be emotionally compromised and it's something I know you'd like right now. You don't have to come to the wedding, just do me this courtesy."

She offered her hand again, this time taking one of his and smiling. "Come on, Larsy Boy...we both know that even though this is our last bit of time together, we deserve a better end than this--I deserve better than this ending. I've got something to make us feel better and then I'll let you go even though I don't want to...you have my word. Come with me..."

Lars frowned for a moment, ever suspicious but also feeling a pang of curiosity and regret. After making a big show of checking his watch, he supposed it was the least he could do. Silently he accepted Megan's hand and stood, adjusting his collar again with his free hand. The thought of whatever she had gotten him was making his heart pound in nervous guilt about this whole thing, but again he recalled the ominous message he had received on the way here and knew he was doing what needed to be done.

"If you say so…" was all he could offer. As she led him along, he hoped they wouldn't come across anyone else from the wedding party on the way, and that it would be over soon. He was already having second thoughts.

Smiling because she was getting her way, she led Lars to the bridesmaid tent, opening up the flap and peeking in before she pulled him inside, no one there. They were probably doting on Lillian at the moment because she was getting married and so Megan made sure the flap was shut and they were the only ones before she went to her bag and opened it up, pulling out a bottle of Romulan Ale that she'd gotten for hers and Lars' after party she had planned in her mind. It seemed bittersweet now, but she would never drink it without him and didn't want to keep it if he was leaving her.

Turning to him, Megan smiled sadly. "I was hoping we'd share it after Lilly got married, but..."

She shook it off and handed him the bottle, trying to keep the smile on her face or she was going to cry because this was breaking her heart. It was crashing into her like waves on a beach, the realization that this was her last moment with him and the pang in her chest was causing her eyes to water and she didn't know what to do. Megan wasn't used to showing such emotions to people, but she knew that she had to let him go because that was what he wanted and she couldn't force him to stay.

"So this is for you, and this...is for me..." Megan said, and leaned up, capturing Lars' lips with her because painful as it was, she just didn't want him to go and if this was the end, she needed to feel his touch one more time. "Are you sure that we can't end this the way it started?" Megan whispered, tugging at his clothes gently like she wanted them off.

Lars took the bottle and stared silently at it for a long time, his face impassive.

Even as Megan kissed him, he stood stock still, eyeing the blue liquid in delicate glass. Two forces were at work inside of him, one urging him to repent and stay with her, for she represented a comfortable world of simple delights and carefree afternoons that he secretly longed for, a calm island in a turbulent galaxy.

But the other internal force reminded him of his duty, his sacred duty to forego such pleasures and dedicate himself to the cause that he had long ago sworn to die for if necessary. Ominous memories of consequences for failure whispered and flitted around his mind, and he shivered at the thought. Still…perhaps there was a way, a way to compromise, or make a change…

No. He was in too deep at this point, and there was no sense in dragging others down with him. Finally looking up at her, Lars spoke in a hoarse voice. "Thank you for the gift. Please give my best wishes to your sister and her husband to be, and my congratulations to your family." With that he straightened and gently disentangled himself from her touch, turning to go.

"I'll see you around the galaxy, Megan," he said quietly, and stepped out of the tent into the sunlight, on his way to find some shadows.
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