"Where's the bride?" Beckett snapped at the servant standing by the door. Holding a clean and freshly  ironed shirt in his hands.

"I, I don't know Sir." The man replied. "She should have been escorted in hours ago. Shall I go and fetch her?"

"Please do." Cutler retorted, looking in the mirror as he adjusting a button.

The servant gave a nod, quickly leaving to do as told. A few minutes later he came back. Escorting a woman behind him.

"Ah, my lovely bride." Beckett said with slight sarcasm echoing in his voice as Roxanne was forced to approach him. And to take his arm. "Now all we need is the priest."

"A priest won't make this marriage official." Roxanne scoffed, holding her head defiantly. "No matter what the law says, I'll never be your wife."

He gave a low chuckle in response. "We'll see about that." Beckett told her. "I've already taken care of that- man you called a husband. So you have no one left but me."

At that, she glanced down at the ground. For she knew he was right. Teague, was probably, most likely dead.... And by Britain laws and traditions, she should be Beckett's wife. No one would be the better to stop him.

The priest scurried in just then, momentarily ignoring them both as he went to stand in front of the small alter. He blessed them both, and those in the room before doing a motion with his hands. The sign of the cross to be exact.

"Just hurry along already won't you?" Beckett hissed in irritation. A firm look in his eyes and on his face as he gave him a slight glare.

The priest nodded quickly, and the ceremony began as requested. They were almost through with the vows when he paused, glancing about the room.

"If anyone is against this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." He announced shakily, knowing he'd be the one to blame if anyone did. But it was tradition, it had to be done.

The door swung open at that, and a figure staggered in. Leaning on a woman's arm. "Aye," Teague announced, standing as straight as he could. "We do."

"Eddie".... Roxanne gasped in a whisper, shaking her wrist from Beckett's grasp to go into her husband's arms. She was stopped in mid track, and a knife was put to her throat.

"Say Man and Wife," He snapped at the Priest, who's mouth stood open in fear and a lost at what to do. "Well go on, say it!"

"Man and Wife, Man and Wife." The priest gulped hurriedly, glancing between Beckett and Teague.

A hasty kiss was forced on Roxanne as he shoved her at a guard . Escorting her away before he drew his sword.

"You were dead," Beckett said flatly, his blade pointed at Teague. "I killed you." He motioned for a couple guards to come over, surrounded them both.

Edward gave a slight sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. "Think again, it takes a lot to kill a man like me." He retorted, drawing his own weapon. A pistol, and pointed it at the lord's head. "Now, if you'd kindly direct me to my wife, there's a chance I'll let my doctor go easy on, 'interrogating' ye."

"You're wife?" Beckett snorted with amusement. "If you don't recall, we just married. She isn't yours anymore. In fact, Roxanne, belongs to me." He smirked, looking rather smugly at them both.

"Congrats, do ye want a wedding gift?" Soracha retorted, drawing her knives as she quickly and swiftly put her blades tightly to the lord's throat. "Cause I can give you a rather nasty one if you like." She hissed. "Now, Roxanne's location, or I let ye drop."

"Alright." Beckett hissed back with a gulp. "I'll release her." He said quickly, then paused. The same smug look on his face. "On the account that one of you stays." He added as more guards came in the room.

"Like hell," Teague scoffed, as Soracha opened her mouth . In attempt for what he assumed would be the 'offer' of her to stay. "All three of us are getting out of here."

"We won't make it out you know that." Soracha mouthed back silently in Gaelic. "There's too many an' you won't last a day more if you stay." She huffed, pulling her knives closer to Beckett's throat. Enough to draw a drop of blood. That ran, trickling down onto his coat.

"I'm not letting ye stay," Edward argued in the same tongue, though out loud instead. "I'll need ye to look after Roxanne. I won't be able to if I go."

"Are you two done yet?" Beckett drawled, rolling his eyes. "Or else I'll just take you both."

"Release Edward an' Roxanne, " Soracha stated. "I'm staying."

Beckett gave a chuckle, shaking his head. "I'd rather the - Captain stayed but I suppose you'll do." He motioned for a few guards to put her in cuffs. "Take her down and lock her up will you?" He commanded.

"Roxanne," Edward reprimanded, reminding the man of their deal. "You're suppose to release her." He said roughly.

Beckett smirked, giving a sly grin as he went to turn away. "I'll release her when I feel like releasing her." He said slowly, to give effect that he was in charge. Footsteps echoing as he went to open the door. "And that, Captain Teague, won't be any time soon."

Teague raised a brow, anger filling up inside of him as he scoffed. Adjusting himself in a better standing position to walk. "We'll see," He murmured under his breath as he was escorted out of the manor .

"You've should have learned by now that I always, always have a plan to get ye back. "

"Well good luck with that," The guard said, sarcasm and amusement in his voice. "You'll never get back though here unless lord Beckett wants you dead."

"Why thank ye." Teague retorted in response, standing up even straighter still as he adjusting his hat.

"But I won't need it as much as he. So the 'kindly' little lord better watch out. Cause I'll be back before he even bats an eye."

A/N:
Here's the first one I finished. LucyBoal I'm not sure if I'll get any more done though. I've got a headache.