Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Dale and Stacey Yorkes
Prompt: Past
Notes: For Table 4-Time of the 12 Stories challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Yorkeses go before a judge.
10: Past
The morning they were married was cold and crisp. The sky was clear. The sun was shining. The justice of the peace was perfectly reasonable.
Dale kept losing track of the man’s words. He would talk and Dale would fix his eyes on Stacey and immediately tune him out. Several times he almost kissed her prematurely. Several times she looked up at him through long lashes and smiled.
His hands trembled when he went to slip her ring on. He almost dropped it, blushed, fumbled. She smiled and helped him catch it before it hit the floor.
A quick, tender kiss and the judge sent them on their way, dropping hints that Los Angeles was a good place to start running to.
Location didn’t matter. Destination was hardly key. He would have walked through fire and brimstone, jumped happily through the gates of Hell, if he knew she would be on the other side.