Author's note: Ok, I know this has been done to death, but I couldn't resist when this popped into my head. Enjoy! F.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters etc. They're all property of Belisarius Productions.
Consciousness returned slowly. His eyelids felt like they were stuck together. Lifting one hand, he rubbed at his eyes, clearing them enough to open them. He quickly wished he hadn't. The light was blinding. He blinked a few times, hoping the room would come back into focus. His head throbbed, his tongue felt furry, and the only way he could keep his eyes open was to squint. He struggled to sit up, groaning as the pain in his head increased. He took in the fact that this wasn't his room; wasn't any room he was familiar with, before movement next to him startled him into turning his head quickly. It was a mistake. He closed his eyes, wishing the room would stop spinning. When it did, he opened them again, hoping that what he'd seen before was some figment of his imagination. But the sleeping figure next to him was still there. Squinting harder to make sure he was seeing clearly, he sighed. He recognised the black hair and the spider web tattoo. It was definitely Abby. And judging from what he could see, she was naked. He became aware that he was too. Groaning again, he slumped against the headboard. What had he done last night?
Gingerly, trying not to wake Abby, he crawled out of the bed and staggered towards the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, then rummaged through the cabinet. Finding some Tylenol, he ran a glass of water and swallowed two. He took the time to look around, noticing the little touches that announced that they were in a hotel. He checked the little bottles of shampoo and conditioner that sat on the counter. They proclaimed that it was part of the Hilton chain. That didn't really help. Which Hilton? And how had he woken up with what felt like the mother of all hangovers? He got in the shower, hoping the water would clear some of the fog from his brain.
Feeling slightly better as the Tylenol kicked in, he went quietly back out of the bathroom. She was awake, looking around blearily. He knew that feeling. Wordlessly he held the packet of Tylenol and a glass of water out to her, knowing that any second she'd notice the same things he had. She took the painkillers without thinking; he could clearly see the moment when she realised what was going on.
"Tim?" she asked in disbelief
He nodded, wishing he didn't a moment later
She looked around her in confusion
"How did we get here? And where is here?" she asked
"I was hoping you could answer that" he told her
She shook her head, wincing a little
"Hangover?" he asked sympathetically "Me too." He watched as she raised her left hand to push her tangled hair out of her face, stiffening in shock as he noticed something out of place
"Abs. Your hand"
She looked down at it, her eyes widening at the sight of the shiny gold band on the third finger
"What in the hell did we do last night?"