Waking Up In Vegas
Summary: Why are these lights so bright? Did we get hitched last night? Dressed up like Elvis, why am I wearing your class ring? Don't call your mother, cause now we're partners in crime... -Katy Perry (Starts as FM Radio, ends up as a Dantana. Trust me)
A/N: Rachel planted this little seed in my head like a few days ago, I hope she doesn't mind me running with it.
Dedication: The beef-ef, Rach. And thanks to Synnove for the beta-ing.
Disclaimer: If you believe I own them, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas ;)
Dawn peaked through the red velvet curtains of the hotel room. Lindsay Monroe turned over and buried her head in her pillows, when she felt someone move next to her. She was supposed to be alone; they were at a conference, Stella, Flack and Herself. The person moved again and Lindsay forced her eyes open.
The morning light blinded her and she caught sight of her left hand, why was there a class ring on her finger? It was a blue stone with a silver band and said Tigers on it. She moved and felt the cotton sheets on her bare skin, "Oh hell no." She muttered.
Lindsay rolled over and shrieked at who her bed partner was. His unruly dark brown hair was touching her arm and his muscular arm was locked around her waist. She readjusted the sheet so it covered her and then set upon the task of waking the man and figuring out what was going on.
"Flack." She breathed and poked his arm.
"Hmmf." He rolled over and pulled the sheet with him.
"Flack!" She groaned and grabbed the sheet, pulling it off him and wrapping it securely around herself, "FLACK!"
"Wha..." Flack mumbled and didn't open his eyes.
"DON!"
"Lindsay?" Don Flack opened his eyes and set up, "What are you doing in a sheet?" He paused and took catalog of himself, "Linds," His voice rose an octave, "Why am I naked!?"
"Why is your class ring on my finger?" Lindsay held up her left hand.
"We didn't... I mean... surely, not." Flack rambled.
"I have no idea, but I am adding two and two together and saying, probably." Lindsay groaned, her head was spinning from her alcohol consumption.
"Check your purse!" Flack suggested, covering himself with the comforter and searching for his wallet.
Lindsay grabbed her purse from the table and opened it. After rifling through it's contents for a few moments, she spoke, "No money, fifty texts from Danny and a thing of lifesavers that have been in here since nineteen ninety-five."
"I hate Wells Fargo." Flack sighed, holding up a bank statement and proof that he'd gotten a money order for the cost of a wedding.
The phone on the nightstand rang and they both cringed, Lindsay stumbled over and picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Good morning, Mrs. Flack." Stella Bonasera laughed on the other end.
"Stella!" Lindsay let out an exasperated screech.
"Oh come on. It was so cute." Stella giggled, "Elvis was so happy to marry you two, 'specially after your hubby wowed him with his vast knowledge of the King's tunes."
"Stell! How could you let us do this!?" Lindsay put her head in her hands.
"The Long Island Iced Tea, baby." Stella giggled some more, "Okay, forget I called you baby, I think I'm still drunk."
"Stella, where are you?" Lindsay sighed.
"In my hotel room, alone, not married." Stella told her, "Maybe the Long Island Iced Tea is my friend after all."
"We'll meet you downstairs in the lobby in an hour?" Lindsay suggested, glancing at the digital alarm clock, they were supposed to leave for New York that afternoon.
"Enjoy your newlywed time." Stella giggled, "Give my congratulations to the groom."
"Stella!" Lindsay cried and Stella hung up.
--
"So I take it we're hitched?" Flack asked, now sitting in his boxers and only half asleep.
"Yeah. Apparently you charmed Elvis and Priscilla with your music knowledge and he was thrilled to wed us." Lindsay put her head in his hands, "How did we get into this Flack?"
"I think my plan to get you drunk and make you forget Danny worked a little too well." Flack sighed.
"See kiddies," Lindsay pointed at him, "being nice doesn't pay."
"And for that misused movie quote, I'll let you have the shower first." Flack conceded.
"Thanks." Lindsay grabbed her clothes and entered the bathroom. She backed out of the room as quickly as she entered, "Annulment."
"What?" Flack asked, shaking the cobwebs from his head.
"An annulment!" Lindsay exclaimed, "We can get the marriage annulled and let everything go back to normal!"
"That's perfect!" Flack exclaimed, "You're a genius, Monroe."
--
Stella had suggested that Lindsay accompany them to the conference and Flack had agreed. Since Reuben had died, Danny had been ignoring Lindsay and bailing on her. Lindsay had put up with it for longer than anyone else would have. She stood beside him and never asked for a 'thank-you' but it was beginning to wear on her. The conference would give them an excuse to get her drunk and let her clear her head, not having to be conscience of Danny's feelings.
Flack had been the one to suggest they hit the bar on their final night. They'd spent the three days in Las Vegas taking in the conference and taking in sights at night. They'd gotten drinks with dinner, but they hadn't just gotten drinks. Stella had lead the way, downing several fruity flavored drinks til she found a favorite in the Long Island Iced Tea. Lindsay, like himself, had been more for shots of whiskey.
She'd drunk him under the table and they were both wasted beyond belief.
"Flack?" Lindsay Monroe came out of the bathroom. Her jeans were about four inches too long and her wet hair curled around her face.
"Hey." Flack looked up.
"It's gonna be okay." Lindsay reassured him.
"He's never gonna forgive me for this." Flack sighed, how could be be so stupid?
"You're his best friend. He'll forgive you."
"We'll see." Flack grabbed his clothes and moved for the bathroom. "We'll get through it."
--
Lindsay sat at the table, drumming her nails. She opened and shut her phone multiple times, before she finally opened her inbox.
"Fifty New Messages."
followed by, "Inbox full."
Lindsay took a deep breath and opened the first one, "Montana, I miss you."
She cringed and deleted it.
"I'm sorry."
Delete.
"I want to make this right."
Tears rolled down her face.
"I love you."
--
The seat belt sign flashed and Lindsay tightened her grip on the armrest. If she looked out her window, she could see New York City. In moments they would be landing at JFK and she'd have to walk off this plane and back into the real world.
In moments, she wouldn't be able to hide it. In a drunken whirlwind she'd married the wrong friend and in turn, she may just lose the love of her life.
A/N: Boom. Okay, I'm gonna call it now and say three-shot. Maybe. If it works how I want it. We'll shoot for under five, okay? BTW, Synnove is so awesome it hurts.