Okay, well this is based on another spoiler, but I don't feel this is quite up to my usual level of writing. Instead of Dixie's POV, this is from Jeff's – just a little change =)

I'm afraid, that due to many other commitments (other stories, writing, trying not to fail at school...) this is the end of this fic. However I will do another Jeff/Dixie one at some point. Many apologies, and thank you for the reviews/favourites/alerts – they make me so happy.

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Jeff and Dixie fought on through the days, an awkwardness surrounding them wherever they went. Dixie had eventually proposed to Jeff, if only to keep her dad happy; this only served to increase the tension, especially when Arthur was around. The 'couple' regularly had disagreements over what they should do: tell Arthur the truth, go along with the story so far, or lie to their colleagues, but neither of them could come up with enough arguments to persuade the other. As much as Jeff had not wanted to deceive their colleagues, he had not wanted to contribute to anything going wrong with, or upsetting Arthur.

So, here they were. Standing at the altar, together, about to get joined in matrimony. He knew, when he announced it to everyone, that it was not the best thing to do, but what's a man gonna do to save his best mate? Jeff suppressed an urge to chuckle – this was so similar to that film with Adam Sandler in... But he doubted that they would get investigated by any other people other than their friends. He played with his shirt collar for about the fiftieth time in the space of ten minutes; he hoped Dixie understood just how much he was giving up for her.

The kiss they had shared had made him rethink everything they shared. It was not like he made a habit of kissing lesbians, and nor would he say Dixie was the stereotypical 'fit bird', but somewhere along the line, their jokes and colleagues-ness had meant a lot more to him and, somehow, this felt right. It hurt to admit it, because he'd been rushed into realising his feelings and had not had a real chance to explore them.

The Vicar closed the ceremony with the traditional 'You may now kiss the bride', and tentatively, Jeff lifted the veil from Dix– his wife's face. He touched her lips with his thumb, then leant in. There was a pause of just under a second before the congregation began cheering, evidently they were just as shocked as he was that it had really happened.

Later, while opening the dances at the party, Jeff felt something in him click. The person he held against him was not just his wife, more his soul mate. So what if they were married? Nothing much would change between them, and that was just fine with him.