Patrick Drake & Robin Scorpio have been best friends since they were five years old and they've been there for each other. After graduating college, they went their separate ways. It's been two years since they've seen each other. It's the night of Patrick's mother's and Stone's death. Patrick and Robin meet up and they have had too much too drink. When they wake up, they're married, and they are happy, especially since they can't get an annulment. Will this marriage drive them crazy or bring them closer than they ever imagined?

Prologue: How It All Begins

November 29, 2008, Three Months Ago; Nevada, Las Vegas

Patrick Drake sat on the bench at some random lake that he had seen when he was driving, as he looked across the clear blue water, shaking his head in disbelief that he was here of all places. He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking about this day. It was the day or rather night of when his mother had died on the table in his father's operating hands. He had always been there for his father, as well as Bobbie Spencer.

His father had called him about two hours ago and told him that Robin would be in town. He had almost forgot. Today was the anniversary of Stone's death. It had been thirteen years since Stone Cates had died, and he knew that Robin was much better than the first anniversary of his death, but he knew it still tore him to pieces to see his best friend in tears because of a deadly disease. He was just pretty thankful that Robin did not have HIV or AIDS. He knew he would have lost it.

Patrick was in Nevada, Las Vegas for a medical convention for three days, and he really didn't want to go, but his father had told him that Robin was coming to see him. He couldn't even wait to see his best friend, as it had been years since he had seen Robin Scorpio. Excitement rushed through his veins when he thought about seeing his short doctor, who was also his best friend.

"Patrick," came the small reply, as she walked right up to Patrick, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

Slowly, lifting his head from the ground, Patrick's face broke out into a big grin, and he licked across his bottom lip. He finally got the courage to stand up, and he took her into his arms, spinning her around, and he was so pleased when he heard the laughter leave her lips.

"Robin!" Patrick cried out, burying his head in the crook of her neck, and then pulled back to take a look at her, holding her hands in his hands. "Wow… you've, um, changed."

Robin flashed him a bright smile, which made the freckles on her nose stand out. "Well, that happens in five years, Patrick. I was really surprised to hear that you were here in Nevada too."

"Yeah," Patrick said with a shrug of his shoulders, as he dropped her hands, and he placed his hands on his hips. "I had some convention that Alan wanted me to go to. Well, here I am."

"I really am sorry that you had to go to a convention, especially on the day of your mother's death," Robin said with a sigh, as she grabbed his hands into her hands, and then gave both of his hands a squeeze.

"It's not your fault," Patrick said with a sigh, as he pulled her close. "I decided to tell Alan that I wouldn't mind going. I do need to blow some steam because I am just so angry at myself. What do you say we go ahead and get something to drink?"

"Sounds like a plan," Robin said, as she felt Patrick's arm wrap around her small waist, and then pull her against his side where she began to follow him to their destination.

November 29, 2008, Fix at Bellagio

After finishing his sixth beer, Patrick let his head fall down on the bar counter, shuddering at the cold feeling in his body, and he sheepishly grinned over at Robin, who slammed her glass down on the counter when she downed her sixth glass. He could tell she was so determined to get up there with him, which he found irresistible adorable to him.

"Pat-trick!" Robin whined, as she laid her head down on the counter, and she looked over at him, battering her lashes over at him. "It's no-not fu-nn-ee!"

Sheepishly grinning, Patrick licked across his bottom lip, and he sat up straight, or he tried to since he was slouching. He was holding the beer bottle with both of his hands like it was going to slide away from him.

"But Robin!" Patrick slurred, as a hiccup left his mouth, and he frowned when she started laughing in his direction. "St-st-stop it! That's n-n-n-not funnnnny!"

"W-W-What I dooo?" Robin asked with a pout, a hiccup leaving her lips, and she quickly stood up, which caused her to fall off of her stool where she saw Patrick was laughing at her. "N-N-N-Not funny. I ha-hate you, doc-oc-tor!"

"Let's go," Patrick said, as he carefully let go of the bottle, and slid off of the stool.

As Patrick and Robin left the bar while stumbling on the way, they were pretty oblivious to a couple of doctors taking pictures of the two.

November 29, 2008, Three Months Ago; Venetian Hotel

Robin Scorpio flung her arm against Patrick's broad chest and she groaned into the pillow, as the sunlight peer into the bedroom, making both doctors stir a little more. Suddenly, the curtains in the room were opened, and both doctors threw the sheet over their heads.

"Get up!" Noah Drake's voice boomed through the room, as he pulled the covers off of their bodies, and he shook his head in disbelief.

There was Robin Scorpio in Patrick's shirt and her boxers and Patrick was just in a pair of pajama pants. He knew they didn't have sex, which only calmed him down a little bit.

"Dad," Patrick groaned, as he fluttered his eyes open, and he sighed when the sunlight only made his hangover much worse. "What are you doing here in Las Vegas? Are you here for the –"

"Don't even start with me, Sport!" Noah snapped, as he crossed his arms over his chest after he threw the two of them a newspaper.

As Patrick and Robin both looked at the newspaper, a frown came across both of their faces. There on the front page was the two doctors, Patrick Drake and Robin Scorpio in front of Graceland Chapel with silly grins on their faces. That's not all he saw. The logo simply said in big, bold letters, Drunkin' Vows: Dr. Patrick Drake & Robin Scorpio Become One. Their eyes then scanned over the picture of where they were laughing and he noticed the plastic rings on the fingers.

Patrick and Robin then looked to their hands and they both noticed that they were still wearing the bands.

"Oh shit," Robin grumbled, as she fell back against the bed, and she covered her eyes with her hands.

"We… got married," Patrick sighed, as he threw the paper to the ground, and he looked at his father. "Dad, I need you to go… now."

"Patrick –"

"Dad, don't. I just need some time with my 'wife' right now," Patrick said, as he watched his father leave, his feet practically dragging himself out the door. Patrick then turned to Robin with a sigh. "What are we even supposed to do right now?"