Time had an odd way of traveling. It truly must not existed, otherwise how else would it drag by so slowly for those planning the wedding, yet rushed up on those whom the wedding was for?

It seemed that every time Red Alert turned around yet another day had snuck up behind him, and had attempted to pass by without saying anything. He hated when days did that. He was certain that he'd much prefer time to go by at a snails pace so he might actually be able to think about what he was about to do. Instead he found himself blankly staring at the beautifully colored flours Perceptor had worked so hard to make, get measured for the veil, and be dragged out to take a look at where the wedding would take place. Absolutely insane.

He had seen Wyntermist, Sunmoon, and Topbox twice during the entire planning period. Cameralift had taken over all security details, for which Red Alert was grateful- He had no doubt that Cameralift had taken over Wyntermist training, and Wyntermist had wandered down the hallways with a slightly dazzled look in his optics. Cameralift was attempting to teach the much more brutal, secret facts of the job to Wyntermist at this point.

Sunmoon was sticking close, though more and more you could see the slightly confused look in his optics.

Not that he was any better no doubt. Everyone looked at him, before looking like they were trying to hold back a snicker-

"Red, do you think it'll fit?"

Red Alert stared at the silver white veil dangling in Wheeljack hands, before his head fell into his hands. He was never going to live this down, was he? A voice interrupted Wheeljack. "You can't actually think about comparing it to him when he's that badly scratched up."

Red Alert looked up to see Sunstreaker standing in the doorway, looking disgusted. "Sunstreaker-"

The yellow Lamborghini marched into the room, before grabbing Red Alert and hauling him up onto his feet. "I'm going to go redo his paint job. Then attempt to compare the two."

"Wait, Sunstreaker! Let me go! I'll haul you to the brig if you don't let go of me right now!"

"Whose hauling whom here Red? Calm down, I'm just going to make sure you don't go looking like that. You'll disgrace the name of Lamborghini." Sunstreaker turned a sharp corner. "I even got Ratchet to give up one of his air painting sets since they're usually more precise them actual paintbrushes."

Red Alert squirmed in Sunstreakers strong grasp. "Slagit! I don't want this now! Let go!"

A snort from the Lamborghini clearly stated his thoughts about the last demand. Red Alert attempted to dig in his heels. All he managed was to make a horrible screeching noise and leave two identical furrows in the metallic floor of the Ark.

Sunstreaker growled as he shoved in the security director. "Now- let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

A paintjob later, Red Alert was at last beginning to relax a little, slowly allowing the wound up cables to loosen up. Sunstreaker noticed, and snorted. "Took you long enough. Are you really that nervous?"

"Do I look nervous?" Red Alert demanded, cables instantly beginning to wind up again as a sour feeling began to settle in his energon processor. He was going to go insane long before the wedding began.

"Actually, for only one day before the wedding you look rather calm." Sunstreaker said, slightly amused, though one couldn't really tell through the scowl. "Really, what are you thinking?"

"One day? Oh slag… I can't believe it's a day before the wedding already… I'm going to go insane."

"Since you're already glitchy, it won't make a difference, now will it?"

Red Alert glowered at Sunstreaker for a moment before both shoulders sagged, and he silently turned his head away. "Maybe. It will if I decide to suicide before."

"It's not going to be that bad." Sunstreaker snorted. "Honestly, what can go wrong?"

"It's not just the wedding Sunstreaker. It's afterwards that really scares me." Red Alert murmured softly. Sunstreaker crossed both arms, and gave him his most patient 'I-am-listening' look, which turned out to be a glower that said, 'Spit-it-out-now'.

Red Alert waved one hand at the room around him. "What if Inferno later decides he doesn't want me? What if he wants someone else later?"

"Then count your lucky stars that you got him first." Sunstreaker grunted, turning away to start cleaning up his instruments.

"I don't want Inferno to hate me later in life!" Red Alert cried arms flailing in large circles, optics wide and panicked.

"Phah, as if. You got him wrapped around your finger Red. Now, let's get you outfitted for the veil. Jazz and Prowl went out to go check the scene of the wedding. They'll be getting all of the tables and such ready. All you have to do is show up on time. Actually, you'll be getting there a little late, so that way you and Inferno don't meet each other. After all, it's bad luck to see the bride before you get wedded."

Oh yes, tomorrow was going to be horrible.

Inferno shifted uncomfortably as he stared at the long tables. The tables were carefully human sized, complete with flowers, bowls of water with floating candles despite how bright it was outside.

The entire place was white- Inferno had never seen so much white before. The white, lacy table clothes were neatly settled over the 'picnic' benches, and the white roses displayed were beautiful.

Around the large meadow (clearing to the Autobots, but for the humans it was rather large), the trees that reached to the sky had also been similarly decorated. Gauzy white drapes wrapped around the trees, decorated with different colored flowers in an every shifting pattern.

On the other side of the spectrum was the Autobot sized decorations. A few humans were already gaping at the head-sized rose, and even more were interested by the giant podium that Optimus Prime would be using. It had been carefully built of the finest metallic substance, which was carefully made to look like wood. It was at interesting little thing, but it was completely metallic, not a single thing organic in it.

Inferno turned around to look at the mechs behind him with a pained expression. "Ya gotta be kidding me."

"Nope, this is all yours. Better get into position. Humans and the rest of the wedding cast should be here soon."

Inferno shook his head in confusion, as he stared around. "I'm kinda surprised that there aren't ice sculptures or somethin' like that." He joked nervously.

"Oh, they're coming. A couple of the mechs just left to go get them."

Inferno blanched slightly, looking stunned. "An… just what are they carvings of?" He demanded, eyeing the innocent faces before him.

"Oh, this and that-"

"Ya got one of those ridiculous looking birds that go on the water, didn't ya?" Inferno demanded. "What're they called… Swans! Ya got those things, didn't ya?"

"How mad would you be if we said yes?"

"Slag it! Ya know I don't like swans- and Red's hated them since someone filled one of the storage rooms full of them." Inferno gave Jazz a pointed look. The silvery mech stare with the visor was completely innocent.

"Not our fault he hates them. But they're traditional for big parties, aren't they?" Jazz made a slight motion with one of his hands, before Inferno seized the grinning mech shoulders and shook them. Hard.

"Ah don't like them either, and if ya think for one second ah'm gonna spend this time looking at those horrid things ya are dead wrong if Ah have to set fire to them myself." Inferno threatened.

There were a few interested noises from the humans, and Inferno stopped himself from strangling Jazz. Barely. "Sorry Inferno, it's too late for that. Everything is already set up, and we even got platforms to put the swans on."

"Ah'm gonna strangle you-" Inferno hissed, before a calm, intruding voice interrupted.

"Inferno- Cameralift has some things to ask you." Topbox looked highly amused. "He's on comm. link channel four."

"Four?" That was a private channel, one that very few people ever used. "Alright…"

"I suggest you stand somewhere far away from everybody else." Topbox suggested, the grin growing a little more. "He's… in a very unusual mood at this point in time. I think it's finally registered what he's going to be doing."

Topbox strolled away with his amused grin, as Inferno stepped away from the crowd of others, instead leaning against one of the large trees. "Inferno here-"

"YOU!" Inferno winced, flinching at the loud shout across the comm. link. "I want answers now."

"Answers to what?" Inferno asked warily. When it came to Cameralift you could never be certain how badly you were going to go away. It was automatically assumed you'd get off badly at least- Inferno had never even heard of a mech that got out on top of Cameralift. Well, maybe Topbox had, but you were always left with the feeling that you had ended out on the bottom.

"You do intend to make Red Alert happy, right?"

"…What the slag?" Inferno muttered. Cameralift sounded like an overanxious creator unwilling to loose their precious sparkling.

"Answer the question." Cameralift prodded testily.

Inferno stared at the comm. link, "Yes, I do intend to make Red happy. Why do ya gotta ask?"

"I'm just warning you that if he comes away with tears you're going to severely regret it." Cameralift threatened.

Inferno groaned inwardly. He would have to get the horribly overprotective in-law, wouldn't he? "Cameralift, I'm bonding to him right now, aren't I?"

"How am I supposed to know you won't break his spark?" The crabby, suspicious reply made Inferno want to pound his head against the nearest wall. Slag it, this was worse then meeting relatives!

"He proposed first!"

"True… Still! I'm going to be keeping my optic on the two of you and if you don't make Red happy-" The threatening hiss ended on the last syllable. Inferno stupidly challenged him.

"You'll do what?"

"I'm going to track down the femme you called… Singshot? And tell her that you faked your death. And that you're currently moping over her-"

"Ya- ya wouldn't dare-" Inferno whimpered. Singshot- oh how he despised that name. The femme had refused to give up on him after he had saved her during the war.

"Wouldn't I?" Cameralift demanded testily. "Make him happy or I'll pull everything out of my arsenal to make you miserable. And don't think that faking your death will do anything. I got spies everywhere!"

"Inferno! C'mon, time to get into position! A lot of the Autobots and Humans are here, and it's almost time to begin the ceremony."

A single sweeping glance confirmed the words, and Inferno gulped, before nervously taking his position in the back of the set up area, nervously fidgeting. Optimus Prime stood next to him, and the leader nodded gravely to Inferno. Inferno tried for a nod back, optics sweeping around.

Someone had managed to set up the swans while he wasn't looking. The second he found out whom, he was going to make them pay. Red would also blow a fuse after this- Wait, where is Red?

Belatedly he remembered that Red Alert wouldn't be coming in until they were at the pulpit. Inferno felt his back being prodded, and belatedly he began moving, a half step behind Prime.

They reached the pulpit. Inferno was going to pass out sometime soon. Preferably sooner then later, though it would be a little sad…

Optimus Prime began, but Infernos CPU was too mumbled and he was too nervous to pay any attention. Then came the music, the music that said that Red Alert would be coming in…

Inferno turned to see Red Alert, shined, polished brightly enough that the sun reflected off his redone paintjob in a beautiful pattern. A silvery-white transparent veil hung in front of his face, a ring of white snowdrops (specially grown for this occasion) crowning his head. In his hand he held a small banquet of flowers.

All that was missing was the nine-foot train. Inferno ignored the minibots scattering rose petals on the ground before Red Alert, and instead his optics fixated on the mech before him. Red Alerts optics fell on him, and there was disparaging, quiet little 'hmph' from Cameralift, guiding the Lamborghini down the aisle.

Red Alert smiled at Inferno, a quiet, shy little smile, reminding the larger mech of the times he had seen Red Alert walk the school hallways looking alone and scared. Not anymore. I'm not going to let anything touch him. Inferno promised himself, as Red Alert took his place beside him.

Inferno couldn't ever remember the wedding. All he could remember was the smell of a clean Lamborghini, the smell of the flowers, the overwhelming need to cut and run before he passed out, knowledge that he had spat out his one line (Autobots had decided that the exchanging of vows should be done in private), and then-

"You may now kiss the bride."

Both turned to each other automatically, and Infernos hand reached out, nearly trembling visibly. Up went the veil, and for the first time, Inferno realized he had no idea how long he was supposed to kiss, how he was supposed to kiss-

With a mental groan, and a mental yell to stop stalling, Inferno bent, lips pressing against Red Alerts.

Time stopped.

Time began. Rudely. In the shape of someone's elbow digging into his back. "Inferno, that's long enough."

"That's what you think." Inferno mumbled, reluctantly drawing back from Red Alert. "Red, ya ready?"

"Ready? For our honeymoon? Oh yes. I got it all arranged. Cameralift agreed to guard our way out to make sure we aren't being followed." Red Alert smiled slightly as he turned, tucking one arm within Infernos. "That's good enough of a threat… even Prime hesitated when I told them that we were going someplace secret and anyone who dared attempt to follow would be subject to Cameralift."

Inferno laughed, and someone cried, "Throw the flowers, throw the flowers!"

Red Alert glanced at Inferno, before he tossed the flowers high up in the air. Automatically all eyes followed as eagerly several mechs scrambled to grab the flowers. Sunmoon started forward to grab the flowers as Topbox gave Cameralift the thumbs up signal, lazily going to see if he could catch the flowers. Prowl moved the fastest however.

Before anyone could blink, he had snatched the flowers out of midair, and turned to Jazz, holding the flowers before him. "I do hope you are willing to plan an even more spectacular event Jazz. I managed to book the Grand Concert Hall for the two of us."

Jazz stared at the flowers in shock, before looking up at Prowl. "You mean… after all this time… Why Prowler, I never knew you had it in you."

Prowls door wings twitched slightly, as he regarded Jazz seriously. Jazz grinned, took the flowers, and leaned over to plant a kiss on the lips. "Grand Concert Hall? You got me."

"Good, now time for…" Prowls voice dropped off with shock as he turned around, and saw two fast retreating forms. Infernos merry laughter cascaded across the comm. link.

"See ya all in a few months!"

-Finish

a/n: done! This story is done! Celebrate all! It is finally over with! Hope all those who read it enjoyed it! The poll is now closed, and results are in. Next story I write will be the three Lamborghini's once being Seekers. (and to think I originally put that in as a joke)