a/n: When I first wrote this, I had Dick waking up in Vegas with Veronica in a hotel suite, I thought that this way would be much funnier. If you like it after you have read the entire story, let me know, I will post the other version.

Chapter One

Mac woke up and looked at the ornately plastered ceiling, her brain scrambling to tell her where she was and why she was there. Her eyes now adjusted, she looked around the huge bed with the obviously expensive and tousled sheets but the part that filled her with horror was the indent on the pillow next to her.

Mac lifted her head and the sheets fell away and she gulped as she noticed she was naked and that there were aches and pains in places that there shouldn't be aches and pains. Reaching down, she lifted the top sheet just to be sure that her nightmare was complete and yes, it was. She didn't have so much as a single stitch of clothing on.

Her eyes noticed the light prism shining in the room and looked around to see that wherever she was, there were floor to ceiling windows on three sides of the room and the curtains were drawn on all but the set directly across from the bed. "What the heck is going on?"

At the sound of her voice, her head felt each syllable and Mac whimpered and reached up with her hands to hold her head steady. Drawing her knees up close to her body, she winced again at the painful proof that she was no longer a virgin but resting her elbows on her knees, she wanted to do nothing more than cry.

When she felt like moving again, she lifted her head out of the small cave she had created in her hands but her hair was tangled on something. Reaching up, she felt the piece of metal her hair was caught on.

Getting it untangled, Mac was looking at her hand in shock. Having learned her lesson with speaking out loud earlier, she whimpered softly "Oh my god."

Pushing her hand as far away as she could, Mac looked at the rock on her finger and realized that the prisms she had seen earlier had to have been sunlight bouncing off the ring. "It only needed this."

Trying to figure out who she would marry that could afford a ring like this and she could only come up with one name and yet, she knew there was no way in hell that she could ever have been drunk enough to marry the Spawn of Satan, no way in hell.

Trying to be cautiously optimistic, she came up with an admittedly short list of other 09ers that she knew had the sort of money that could afford an at least four carat diamond ring set in what she was sure was a platinum setting.

Feeling a sense of relief, absolutely positive that she hadn't married Dick, she started inching across the bed to the edge. Mac stood and tugging the sheet out from under the comforter; wrapped it around her body, trying to avoid flashbacks of the Neptune Grand, as she padded towards the closed doorway.

Standing in front of the huge double doors, Mac saw that the door handle was in the center of the same ornate styling as the frieze around the ceiling. Reaching for it meant letting go of where she had both hands tightly gripping her sheet toga.

Looking around slowly, still being cautious of the hangover of all hangovers she was dealing with, Mac saw the fluffy white bathrobe and moved towards it. Untangling the sheet, she moved as quickly as she could under the circumstances and was soon wearing the robe.

The side panels wrapped around her, she loped the belt around her twice and tied the belt and put a bow in it then double knotted it just in case she had been dumb enough to marry… no, she couldn't even go there. No, she wasn't married to Dick.

Back at the door, she reached for the large knob with both hands and opened it just a little bit. Peaking around the edge, she saw there was no one in the living area. Exhaling in relief, she opened the door a bit more and eased her body out and walked towards the sofa.

Sitting as she tried to regroup, tried to get answers to her questions, including some she didn't want to think about like where were her clothes. That particular nightmare was one she was trying to avoid so looking around she saw photos on the coffee table and reaching over still moving carefully lifted them.

Oddly enough, they were all photos of her. Mac standing in front of a Welcome to Las Vegas sign; Mac standing with two valets next to her and some sort of bright blue vehicle behind them, and the one that gave her a sense of confusion, Mac standing with Veronica with Backup in between them at the beach in Neptune.

Dropping that photo back onto the table, Mac realized that in the pictures she was wearing the same outfit that she knew she had been wearing in her last sober memories.

Lifting it again just to be sure, she saw that yes, she wearing her standard Levi's, a long sleeve gray t-shirt with a short sleeve purple one over it. Her Chuck Taylor's on her feet.

Mac struggled to figure out what could have led to her drinking so much that she had blacked out and she could remember telling Parker that she was going to stay at her parents place for the Christmas break, she remembered hugging Wallace as he left for Chicago. How Wallace had told Veronica maybe that it was for the best that she had broken up with Logan, had noticed the way that Piz seemed almost happy as Veronica had driven them to the airport.

She remembered being on the beach with Veronica. Veronica getting a call and hanging up on Logan; Veronica and her arguing about that and then Mac saying that Veronica might want to get off her soapbox, that she was equally at fault in the mess that was their relationship. Mac has a less clear memory of hugging Logan and telling him that everything would be fine and then taking the bottle he had been drinking from and finishing it off.

Mac struggled for more memories, her mind trying to figure out what had happened after that but mainly she saw and heard sex, lots and lots of sex including against the window in the bedroom of the suite with the curtains open. Desperate to remember a face, all she could recall was the taste of salt on skin, the smell of the ocean and holding onto a nicely muscled body as she felt someone moving in and out of her and the sounds of her moans as an oddly familiar laugh could be heard in her ears.

Hearing the sound of a doorbell, Mac stumbled towards it and unlocked and opened the door. The room service waiter standing there with a full cart moved towards her so she stepped back as he pushed the heavily laden trolley inside. "I was asked on behalf of the management of the Bellagio to tell you congratulations on your marriage, yesterday."

Mac could only whimper, as he put the flowers on the console, the fruit basket on the wet bar and moved the trolley over to the window. Mac herself walked over and saw that she could see the water show from the window but that it was many, many floors down.

Mesmerized by the height, Mac never heard the footsteps entering the suite, nor the room service waiter congratulating the man entering the suite from a door that she knew somehow was connected to the game room. She heard the door closing and realizing that she hadn't signed for the food, turned and stared in horror at the sight in front of her.

Looking down at her hand, at the large ring on it, she began to laugh hysterically and then looking up she felt sick to her stomach, then dark spots appeared before her eyes as she felt the drinks she had drank coming back up as she fell to her knees and threw up in the waste bin that was now suddenly in front of her.

When all she had left was the dry heaves, Mac felt hands rubbing her back and she decided that this, this had to be a nightmare. When she felt the strong hands trying to help her stand, Mac didn't fight the guiding touch but once on her feet, she looked at the man standing next to her wearing the matching bathrobe to her own and even worse the matching ring on his finger before her knees gave way and she managed to say "Logan" before she passed out into his arms.

TBC