his_sarah_jane | [Milliways] OOM: Dovershire Chapel, London, 2006

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[Milliways] OOM: Dovershire Chapel, London, 2006

Sarah Jane had brought the guests from Milliways through to their flat in London, leaving them to James to take care of before she hurried off to the church, Barbara in tow. She had wanted to check on all the last minute arrangements: to make sure the flowers had arrived and that the minister was there.

Everything seems perfect now. The church, a small little Gothic-esque chapel close to the Notting Hill gate tube stop, is now decorated with garlands of wildflowers along the aisles. It's the one touch Sarah Jane wanted to add to an otherwise picture-perfect room. The sun shines through the stained glass windows, causing the pews to glow. The altar was simple enough, with an organ off to one side and a lovely rosette window behind it. Two bouquets sit to either side of where the couple will stand.

Overall: the impression is of a simple yet sophisticated chapel. Everything is set for the wedding, presuming, of course, nothing goes wrong.

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"Me too," Atton says, adjusting his own. It's bright green with a picture of a nerf. "But then, I hate formal wear in general. Better than robes, at least."

Sam shudders.

"You're telling me."

Time, he loathed those bloody robes.

"Last wedding I went to I wore Jedi robes. They itched. And I kept tripping."

"I used to have robes as a uniform, ages back. I still don't know how Jehovah expected us to fight in those things, let alone wait on him hand, foot and finger."

"Maybe he'd never tried fighting in robes."

"Time alone knows. He was really good at poncing about and pontificating superiorly in them, I know that."

Of course, Sam's not bitter.

Atton raises an eyebrow.
"Well, it's good to know these things."

Sam smiles wryly. "Not that there's any bitterness there, you understand."

"None at all, clearly." Atton remarks, reaching over to ruffle Sam's hair.

He grins a little, ducking away but-not-quite from the hair-ruffling. "I'd never be bitter."

"Never ever. That'd be like me being angsty, and that never happens." Atton grins.

"Exactly." Sagely. "I'm so glad we understand each other."

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[Milliways] OOM: Dovershire Chapel, London, 2006

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