Disclaimer: I do not own a thing... like always =(

A/N:Right this idea literally came as a prompt from Jay Sean ft Nicki Minaj – 2012 (It Ain't The End) song.

This is all meant for a bit of fun, was going to get really heavily into the angst but then I thought... well we'll see eh?

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You always knew when you'd had too much to drink when you woke up in the morning and had no recollection of the night before. You always knew you were in for a day of absolute hell after drinking when your headache meant the room spun on its axis around you. You always knew you'd drunk way too much than usual when you woke up in a bed with a naked being next to you.

Penelope found that out as she opened her eyes and her attention caught on that she wasn't in her room, in her apartment, and she certainly knew something had gone drastically wrong when she looked down at the arm hugging her and recognised the colour and shape immediately.

Her eyes widened and she tried her hardest to shift out of the bed. To get from the comfort of the mattress to the harsh flat flooring. It failed. The arm pulled her closer and she felt his body hit hers and something poked her and she yelped out and jumped from the bed knowing that she'd just been hit with morning wood.

Now she stood completely naked as she looked down at an equally naked and equally disorientated Derek.

Penelope snatched her dress up from the floor to hide herself under it and felt herself begin to shake on the foundations that their friendship changed big time the night before

"Baby Girl?" Derek asked, his voice completely husky with sleep, sore with over drinking. It was as the two words slipped from his mouth that he jumped up and looked at her startled. "What the hell..."

"I don't know." She replied instantly, her voice shaking. "I really, really don't know." She said and looked at him; she looked down a little too far. "Whoa boy, you sure as hell pack some, Handsome!" She exclaimed taken back by the sheer architecture that Derek hid under his pants daily.

"Oh shit!" He said and ducked down and pulled on his underwear, Penelope proceeded to copy, to get some dignity back.

It was she slipped her knickers on and looked up that the light caught something that grabbed her attention. "Derek..." She trailed off, her eyes stuck on his hand.

"What?" He asked as he ran his hands over his head, ignoring what had blatantly happened that night, trying to find the remembrance of what had fuelled their night's activities.

"You got married last night, Sugar." She pointed out and he looked at his hand and saw the gold band. "Lucky woman."

Derek looked up at her as she smoothed her dress down, completely covering herself up, the embarrassment moment loosening as dignity got restored. "Urgh, Baby Girl?"

"Hmmm?" She asked looked up.

"Your hand." He said and she looked at her hand to see a diamond ring sitting perched on her delicate finger.

"Oh my God." She said as she began to feel uneasy, she began to sway and Derek reacted and pulled her to the bed as her legs gave way. "I don't remember a thing." She worried aloud.

"Makes two of us." Derek agreed with her. "C'mon, we need to get some paper and work out what the hell we got up to."

"If we can remember that is." Penelope muttered somewhat choked at this turn of events. "We could've just been joking about, you know, having a laugh."

"Let's hope so." Derek spoke lowly as he stood up and went to the door. "I'll get some aspirin ready and coffee on."

Penelope sat hurt at the sentence Derek had just said. "Okay." She said and sensed him leave, she got up and went in search of his bathroom and stood looking at herself.

She looked a complete mess, her hair was all over the place, the worst bed hair, her makeup was nearly all rubbed off and no doubt on one of Derek's pillow and her lips looked sore. She leant in and looked at her exhausted face and ran her fingers around her lips, they felt like she'd been attacked by kiss after kiss after kiss.

It made her feel uneasy and her heart began to race, if this was what it meant that she had married the man she had dreamt about marrying, but his attitude and lack of want showed her that he didn't feel the same and this was going to be a huge mistake.

"Penelope!" She heard her name. "I think you need to get down here! NOW!"

She didn't waste time, she listened and obeyed and went downstairs quietly and almost submissively. "What?"

"Seems we did a lot of forward planning." He said as he looked at a wall in the dining room.

Penelope furrowed her brow deeply and went to stand next to him and she looked at the writing on the wall. "What the hell is that?"

"To me it looks like our Party Like It's 2012 bucket list." Derek told her as he read the title that sat in huge letters at the highest bit of the wall. "We seriously need to work out what the hell went down last night."

Penelope was still reading the wall, each point affecting her, plucking her heart strings and she couldn't gather hope at the prospect of each new wish that was written. Derek's voice told her he didn't want the list to be done; he didn't really want it to be finished.

She guessed this was what heart break felt like. She wouldn't hold on with false hope, she was going to straighten this out and try to walk away as intact as it'd allow her.

"Where's some paper then?"

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A/N: I'm gonna ask a ridiculous question... who wants a HEA? =P

Who wants more as well?