AN: Ok. This is the type of crazy ideas that I get while sick and running a fever. I'm just going to leave it here and see what kind of response I get. This is basically a prologue, so you know how that works with me. Yes? No? Idea done one too many times? Girl, take some Tylenol and get better? Let me know. :)

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My head hurts. My hair even hurts. How is that possible? I don't want to move a muscle, but I know that I need to. I initially go to move my hand to push all my thick dark hair away from my face, but I stop before I even start. Where in God's name did the jackhammer come from? You know… The one currently being used on the inside of my head. Or did I take a nice long walk through the desert? My tongue and mouth feel like sandpaper and about that dry. We are in Nevada after all. I can feel the softness of the sheets beneath me, so nope not the desert. I don't want to open my eyes. I can feel the light in the room with them closed and really just don't want to open them. I am nothing if not a glutton for punishment, so I open them anyway. Ok, now the jackhammer has turned into knives stabbing at my eyeballs, but at least I can see that I am in my own hotel room. Yep. That is my bag sitting over there against the wall. I go to try again to push my hair out of my face with my right hand and that is when the sound finally makes its way through my ears to my brain. Running water. Someone is taking a shower in my bathroom. I am also now just realizing that I'm basically naked underneath these sheets.

Great.

I go to bend my knees and place my head in my hands carefully when the next great shock decides to hit me in the head. Or forehead. I pull my left hand back and just stare at it.

Oh hell, no!

I can think of no reason on this earth why there would be a ring on THAT finger. Las Vegas. Booze. Atwater's bachelor party weekend. I'm not liking the way that these things are adding up right now. I can hear the shower turn off and I am completely not prepared to see who is going to walk out of there. I quickly wrap the sheet around me and try and jump out of the bed. Of course, I've lost every single graceful bone in my body since my equilibrium is completely off due to being dehydrated, so I just end up in a lump on the floor. I can hear whoever it is making their way around the bed and then I hear the chuckle. I know that chuckle.

"Lose a battle with the floor there, darling?"

I, once again, push my hair out of the way of my face and look up into a set of brown eyes that I never again expected to see in this kind of state.

"How are you feeling this morning, Mrs. Ruzek?"

I look to his left hand and see the exact same gold ring on THAT finger. What the hell happened last night?