A/N: Hey guys! Hope you all had a good start in 2010 : )

Anyway, I gotta warn you, this might be the weirdest chapter I've EVER written. I didn't even wanna post it but I thought I should get back into it before I can never go back to writing…

So yeah I donno what made me write this but I just took my laptop, started writing and had to finish it the way I did. I know it's weird and short and doesn't really explain anything, but to me it all makes sense, because when I watched the O.C. (season 2), I always wondered what Kirsten would do without Sandy you know, if it had all gone wrong. Cuz seriously not that I'm happy about that whole "I thought I was losing you"-"that's never gonna happen"-speech, but it wouldn't have been so easy for them to get "back on track" if I had been Josh Schwartz!

And hey, I might be too naïve and romantic for this world but… I think Kiki would have literally gone crazy . Because in my own little world Sandy is Kirsten's life and the other way around! Lol.

So read (or don't, cuz this time I wrote this chapter more for me than anything!) and find out what I mean- oh and keep in mind that Kirsten saw Carter as Sandy II. in the first chapter. (And pls don't hate me if you feel like ur wasting ur time with something I actually only wrote to clear my thoughts!)

It's not easy to tell who is more shocked about this sudden turn in events. Carter, who must now realise that his dreams of finally having Kirsten to himself had not come true after all, or Kirsten, who now sees someone in bed with her she certainly had not expected.

Carter on one hand shows his hurt by letting a slight frown crease his forehead as his latest lover stumbles around the room in order to find her clothes.

He wants to ask her what all this means, why she hasn't told him earlier that she never meant for last night to ever happen, but instead he keeps quiet. He is afraid his own tears might spill if he hears the beautiful blonde in front of him mutter those words. Those words he is not ready to hear.

It was a mistake. I didn't want this. You don't mean anything to me. I love my husband.

Even though Carter is well aware of the fact that Kirsten wouldn't declare her unconditional love for him any time soon, he can't help but get out of the bed and disappear into the empty bathroom to cover the disappointment he felt over her actions.

Of course, he tells himself, he probably would have taken advantage of her fragile, and not to mention drunken, state as well if he had known about her reaction in the morning earlier, but now, having seen the tears in her eyes, the hurt he had unintentionally caused, he wishes he had never gone to that wine-tasting in the first place.

Because if you haven't tasted the wine, you don't know how good it really is. And you have to live speculating. You can't get disappointed. And the wine you desire doesn't lose an ounce of its perfection, because it all stays in your head.

Because now he sees that he won't have the chance to get back what they used to have.

Because it has all gone wrong and he can't fix this.

Kirsten on the other hand doesn't spend a minute longer in the hotel than she has to. Once she has found most of her clothes and has wiped away the tears that came the second she realised what she had done, she left the room.

Without returning to get the small suitcase she'd brought along for the weekend. Without returning to check out properly and make sure Carter wouldn't be standing alone in the hotel. Without returning. Or turning back. At all.

She sees the cab pulling into the lot and she wonders how long she's waited for it. Knowing she could call Julie, Seth or Ryan, even her dad to come pick her up anytime, Kirsten wonders for a second why she didn't. But before long, the shock that has made her work on auto-pilot- grabbing her clothes and even making sure her ripped top was covered by a jacket, redressing, calling the cab, sitting down on a bench with the sharp edges of her cell cutting into her sweaty fingers- disappears and reality comes back.

And with it all the things she doesn't even want to start thinking about, come flowing back into her consciousness.

She can't think about them, though. Because thinking, or god forbid talking, about things make them all become real, right? So right now, as long as she stays mute and thoughtless nothing has happened.

Kirsten watches the driver getting out the vehicle before she takes a deep breath, wraps the strap of her handbag tightly around her arm and tells herself that nothing happened. Because nothing could ever happen. Not to her.

She is Kirsten Cohen. Daughter of Caleb and Rose Nichol. Sister to Hailey Nichol. Mother and guardian to Seth Ezikiel Cohen and Ryan Atwood. Wife to…

Julie Cooper Nichol's friend and stepdaughter. Ex-girlfriend of James Cooper.

Leading member of the organisation for charity events in Newport. Driven businesswoman.

She is Kirsten.

And so just like that, nothing happened.

Kirsten climbs into the car and from then on the only words that are exchanged between driver and client are her address and the price.

She looks outside the window, thinks about everything and nothing. Everything apart from what didn't happen in the hotel room.

The only tears she sheds that day are the ones she's left in that hotel room. Where nobody is still waiting. And where nothing has ever happened.

She is proud of herself when she finds herself alone at home and doesn't cry. She stands up straight and tells herself that this can work. That she isn't disappointed and hurt and torn apart on the inside because she finds herself alone in the empty hallway of her own house. That her boys aren't there to distract her. That S…. that nobody is there to keep her company. That it's okay that nothing happened yesterday and that she has to live with that from now on. That she can keep lying to herself because, let's be honest, denial has always been her favourite coping mechanism.

That she can look her life in the eyes and tell him how much she loves him and that this is the only reason why she is home already.

At the thought of her husband's blue eyes looking back at her, Questioning, Disappointed, Hurt, Without that look in them that told her he loved her more than words could ever say, That they could get through anything, an unexpected sob pierces through the lifeless house.

Her new friend is already awaiting her impatiently in the fridge.

1 5 d a y s l a t e r .

"Don't you tell me I was cheating on you with another man. You weren't there!" she screams at him, almost falling over as the amount of alcohol she has had makes her knees shake.

"Tell me how the hell I could have been there. Tell me why you seem to be going crazy. Tell me why my wife has turned into an alcoholic within days. It was you who told me about this, so don't make it seem like I'm making up stories here, Kirsten!" Sandy said, more confused than anything.

"I told you I was having sex when I was away on that weekend 2 weeks ago, yes" she states now as if she tells him what she's bought while she was grocery shopping, her tone completely calm.

He is silent, not knowing if he is more worried about her state of mind, his failing marriage or where she is going with his. Again. She's tried to tell him countless times what has been burning her insides with guilt ever since she came back from the wine-tasting. When she isn't passed out from drinking, that is.

"So now you are telling me that, what you did" he paused, trying to breathe evenly once more "that what you did can't be called cheating, because, because you weren't screwing some other man" pause " because instead you were just having sex that didn't include me"

He is at a loss for words after his last and desperate attempt to understand her. He wonders if somewhere inside that broken woman is his Kirsten. And that all this is a really sick joke. That what she's tried to tell him ever since she's come back, isn't what he thinks it is. That she had cheated on him with another man. In his mind he already knows who it must have been if she had done what he prayed never happened.

But every time he'd tried to make sense of her words, she kept giving him nonsense. She spoke in riddles, talking about things he simply didn't understand anymore.

"I cheated on you". 2 minutes later "Don't tell me I cheated. How can you think that?"/ "I slept with another man". "Don't tell me I would sleep with someone else".

"Yes. It's all your fault, you know"

Kirsten says and her tone has changed once again. She is almost whispering now. Those few words make her sound almost sober once again and Sandy wonders if she is finally going to come back to him, to earth, and tell him what the hell is happening to the woman he married 20 years ago.

After a long pause that makes her eyes well up with tears she looks him straight in the eyes.

"You and I. We were making love. In that hotel. And it was good and you made me feel so… alive. So loved and I had you back and then… you were gone and he was there because you're not. Because you're never there anymore, Sandy. You get it? I was there. But You weren't. I was loving YOU, but you didn't love me back. Because you don't love me back anymore, Sandy"

Her confusing ramble is the last thing Sandy's mind registers as she turns to walk away on weak legs. She enters the closet, shuts the door.

Click. And the door is locked, cutting off the rest of the world from the dark walk-in-closet that has become Kirsten's home during the last fifteen days.

Confused? Yeah me, too! Lol. SO yeah don't be mad at me, I hope you don't feel like you totally wasted a few minutes of your time. If you would like to know more because my ramble at the start didn't help you at all, leave me a review or send me a private message ; )

Ps: Sorry for my bad English! It's kinda late over here right now!