A/N: This story is set after Meanwhile, I'm not going to explain too much because then I'd be spoiling my own story. So at the end of meanwhile when the Professor presses the button it sends Fry back to the beginning of the episode, however there is something horribly, horribly wrong.

Flash.

He was surrounded by white, but not just any kind of white, it was a blank white. It was like he was in a void, like nothing else existed. He hadn't died- he was sure of this, but something still seemed off. Hadn't the professor told him he wouldn't remember anything? He had hadn't he. Something was very, very wrong and it wasn't just him this time. Then it happened, one minute he was questioning his very existence and the next he was staring up at a ceiling. A white ceiling- so white he could barely tell the difference between wherever he had just been and where he was now. He inhaled deeply and his senses began to return to him, he could feel a sheet and a blanket and someone- he didn't know who, but someone –to his right. He didn't care about that as of now though.

Where am I? How did I get here? His mind pestered him.

Well I'm obviously in a bed. He thought answering the first question. He rolled over onto his left side, he didn't really care who was in the bed with him right now, and right now his only goal was to answer the questions scrolling through his head. To his horror- yet also to his delight- there was a round wooden table with a turquoise lamp on it, the room was completely void of any other furniture. He would recognize that severely under-furnished any day- he was in Leela's bedroom, he rolled over onto his right side for confirmation. There she was, her mouth hung open and a loud snore emanated from her, a snore of someone completely spent.

Yup. You're in bed with her…and did you notice your pants...oh that's right, you're not wearing any. He wasn't upset or anything he just wondered how he got there. How did I get here? Was I drinking? No, my head would hurt. His forehead was suddenly struck with a headache- Thinking hurts. He kneaded his forehead with his fingers in a desperate attempt to stall the inevitable. Damn…Not even up for five minutes and my head is already spinning. He slowly sat up in bed, being extra careful not to wake her, he knew how grumpy she got when people woke her up early. Still…how did I get here? Despite his confusion he managed to get up and out of bed without waking her, he was still naked- but what did he care? As he shuffled out of her bedroom he couldn't help but shoot a look back at her. He found his way to the fridge and opened it -fortunately he always kept her fridge stocked with slurm, since he was at her house so often- to his dismay the fridge was completely out of the beverage.

Did she throw out all of my slurm? And why would she do that? I specifically remember putting a six pack in there yesterday, right before I proposed…and killed myself…and froze time…

The memories flooded back to him. How am I here?! His mind was no longer just asking questions, it was shouting them. All of the thinking was causing his head to throb and the only solution he could think of was to curl up in the fetal position in hopes his mind would correct itself.

I shouldn't be here, how am I here? How am I here? If the professor was right then I should be in the conference room and he should be walking in with the time button! Why am I HERE- whatever kind of hell HERE is. And there's no slurm on top of all of it! Wait…I can just ask Leela what is going on when she wakes up, she always knows what's going on. Now you're thinking Fry. Fry…that is my name right?

"Fry,"

Well speak of the devil. Fry uncurled himself and stood up, had Leela seen him she probably would have called him immature. To be honest he was a little immature, it was something he had never been completely honest with himself about, along with being 'slow'.

"Yes?" He asked, returning to the bedroom, hoeing that all of the questions swirling through his head would soon be answered. Instead he was met with a one-eyed glare and crossed arms, a look that Leela gave him when she was either angry or frustrated with him, "Fry…not again…"

"What?" Fry asked, becoming more confused by the moment.

"I slept with you again didn't I?" She asked, coldly.

"I woke up without any cloths so-"

"I must have been drinking…uhg…this…needs to stop." She said, squeezing the bridge of her nose.

"Why, I thought we were married…" Fry held his hands up and looked at them, "and old."

Leela looked genuinely confused, "What are you talking about Fry?"

Fry's eyes widened, had she forgotten? How could she forget? "Remember? …I jumped off the Vampire State Building?"

"No." she replied, obvious frustration mounting, "I remember saying I was going to the bar with Amy and you begging to come along. Then I had one too many drinks…you took advantage…and this happened again."

Fry opened his mouth to respond but couldn't fully comprehend what she was saying and couldn't put together an understandable sentence.

"Fry…I don't know why this keeps happening, but it needs- no it HAS to stop. You've ruined two marriages and countless relationships…along with our friendship."

Fry's brain raced to come up with something to say, but it still found none, "But…but", was the only thing he managed to mumble, feeling slightly ashamed at whatever he had done.

"You should leave Fry." Leela commanded, keeping her arms crossed and her eye locked on him.

He suddenly couldn't look at her anymore and his gaze fell to the floor, on his bare feet. Whatever she was saying faded into the background as his attention was now on his toes which he wiggled.

"You are so immature!" Her shouting brought him out of his daze, "Fry…Just get out of my apartment."