It took them a while to sober up, drinking the strongest coffee they could order to the room. Finally, after an hour, they both sat on the couch and stared at the marriage license on the coffee table. Both were silent, almost afraid to speak to one another. The holyfuckingshitimmarried!, thoughts ran through both of their heads, as they struggled to remember what exactly happened the night before.

"What do we do?" Melanie whispered, gripping her hands together tightly.

Chris looked over at her, "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, "D-do we even know if it's legal outside of Puerto Rico?" she asked, turning to look at him. "I mean, we just got married in a foreign country."

"I don't know if it's gonna be legal in the States," he shook his head. "I've only been married once before and that happened in Miami."

Melanie let out a shuddery breath, "Oh god," she gasped, covering her mouth. "We're married."

Startled, Chris quickly moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Hey," he pulled her close to his side. "Why are you crying?"

He was worried now, hoping that Melanie wasn't completely freaked out about the idea of being married to him. They'd spent a lot of time talking about marriage, and while they had only been together for less than a year, he didn't find it terribly awful. Despite the fact that they were too shitfaced to even remember it.

"B-because," she huffed. "I don't even remember my own wedding," she sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

"Oh honey," he pulled her onto his lap, "It's alright."

Melanie shook her head, "No it's not," she sobbed. "How could you say that? We can't remember a single thing!"

Chris sighed, "Mel, we can always do something when we get back to Seattle," he said, rubbing her back.

She sniffled, "Can't you just agree with me?" she asked. "I just got married and can't remember any of it. My first and only wedding and I was too drunk to remember!"

Rubbing her back slowly, Chris held onto her as she cried, muttering about not being able to wear a wedding dress or the fact that their friends and Joanna weren't there to see it. After what seemed like hours, Melanie finally calmed down enough to sit up.

"Better?" he asked, smoothing her hair back.

She shrugged, "A little," she whispered.

"I meant what I said," he wiped her face with his finger. "We can get re-married at home and have a party. Whatever you want, Mel."

"Yeah?" she asked, looking at him. "You'd do that?"

Chris nodded, "Of course I would. Every girl wants to wear a white dress and be the center of the attention for one day," he rubbed her arm. "Whatever you want Mel. I want you to be happy."

Melanie nodded, "Okay."

Kissing her forehead, Chris wrapped his arms around her waist and sighed. "For a moment there, I thought you were more upset that you actually got married to me. Not because we were too drunk to remember it happening."

She shook her head, "I'm not upset that I married you," she shook her head. "We've talked about it more than once in the last six months."

He nodded, "I'm just sad that my first wedding happened in a foreign country, and that I have no memory of it. I can't even begin to imagine what a sight we were to the people who did the ceremony."

Chris snorted, "Two drunken Americans, stumbling around," he shrugged. "Do you think we had a bottle of tequila with us, taking shots between vows?"

Melanie groaned, "That's not funny," she mumbled, burying her face into his chest.

He chuckled, "Something we can tell the grandkids though."

Lifting her head up, Melanie wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed, "I love you," she ran her fingers through his hair. "I do. So don't, for one second, think that I'm upset that we're married now."

Chris nodded, "I guess we need to figure out what to do next," he shrugged. "Like where we're going to live and combining all the legal shit together."

She groaned, "Can we at least wait until we get a license in Seattle?" she asked. "I mean, we're only Mr. and Mrs. Pike in one country, that's not our home base."

He grinned, "Mrs. Pike," he nodded. "I like that."

Melanie blushed, "I like it too. Melanie Rose Pike," she giggled. "Mrs. Christopher Pike."

"I have to get you a ring," he held up her hand, which was bare. "How long do you think it'll take before your brother freaks out?" he asked.

She shrugged, "Don't know and don't care at the moment."

But she knew, deep down, that this would piss Leonard off even more. They already hated one another, the only thing keeping them civil being Joanna. Melanie silently prayed that this event wouldn't be the thing that made Leonard take her away for good.

"How about, we get some breakfast," Chris suggested. "Then we can stay in for the day and relax?"

Melanie nodded, "Maybe we can have dinner here tonight? No drinking though," she winced. "I don't ever want to look at another bottle of tequila again in my life."

He chuckled, "I think we can work something out," he agreed. "I love you."

She smiled, "I love you too," she leaned down to kiss him. "Always."

….

A few days later, Melanie's mood about her drunken wedding changed. While she was still upset that her first and only wedding wasn't exactly what she hoped for, she still couldn't help but smile every time she woke up next to Chris. He'd found her sitting outside scribbling on a piece of hotel stationary on morning, her loopy handwriting printing her new name. Melanie Rose Pike. Mrs. Melanie Rose Pike. Melanie Pike. With the hearts and flowers drawn around the edges of the paper and the peaceful smile on her face, as she napped in the lounge chair on the patio, Chris couldn't help but smile.

"How the hell did I get sunburn on one spot of my body?" Melanie asked, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Of all the places too!"

Chris stood in the doorway of the bathroom, chuckling. "You were so impatient to get out there."

Melanie frowned, "But really? The one part of my ass that my bathing suit didn't cover?"

"I told you to put more sunscreen on," he sighed. "But you think you're invincible to the sun Miss "I'm from Georgia and we are immune to the sun's rays", though that red mark on your ass tells a different story."

She shot him a look, "You should talk! You practically lived in a sand castle for the first half of your life! Now the sun is too strong for you."

"That's because I've been living in the rainiest city for the last fifteen years," he shrugged.

Melanie sighed, "I'm going to take a shower and find aloe in this mess of a bathroom," she huffed, moving to the shower.

Chris snorted, "Aloe?" he asked. "For one spot on your ass?"

She looked over her shoulder at him, "What? It's going to hurt later!"

"Mel, it's a tiny spot!"

Stripping off her bathing suit, Melanie climbed into the shower and pulled the door closed behind her. "I don't care!" she yelled over the stream of water. "It's still sunburn and it's still going to hurt!"

…

Jim unlocked the front door and set the keys on the table, before closing the door behind him. Carrying the stack of mail in his hands, Jim kicked off his shoes.

"YO HIKARU!" he shouted, shuffling through the endless bills and catalogs. "YOU GOT MAIL!"

A few seconds later, Hikaru came out of his room and stepped into the kitchen. "Must you yell?" he asked. "While our neighbors find you attractive, they still wont tolerate your obnoxious yelling and screaming."

Jim rolled his eyes, "You have mail," he whispered, holding the small pile out.

Hikaru rolled his eyes and took the stack from him, flipping through the envelopes. Bills. Bills. Promotion for the new gym in town. John Hopkins. Bills. Bills. Hikaru paused and went back a few envelopes, before settling on the one from John Hopkins. Setting the rest of the mail down, Hikaru held the envelope in his hands and stared at it.

"Dude, why do we keep getting knitting magazines?" Jim asked, staring at the offensive magazine in his hands. "We are not eighty-year old widows with like twenty grandkids."

HIkaru nodded, "Yeah. Not old ladies," he said quietly.

Jim looked up at him and frowned, "What's wrong?" he asked, setting the mail down.

Turning the envelope over, Hikru held it up for him to see. Jim gasped and stepped forward to get a closer look, "Holy shit," he gasped. "That's John Hopkins."

HIkaru nodded, "Well, aren't you going to open it?" Jim asked. "This is like, huge!"

"I probably didn't get in," Hikaru said, as Jim rolled his eyes. "I mean, it's a tough school to get into."

"Dude, open the fucking letter! You won't know until you actually read the damn thing!" he exclaimed.

Hikaru nodded, "You're right," he sighed. "I have to open it and find out for sure."

Jim waited as Hikaru stared at the envelope in his hands, "Oh my god, I can' t open it," he shook his head. "This is stupid. I'm just going to throw it out!"

Before he could move, Jim grabbed his arm and shook his head. "Open it," he demanded. "If worse comes to worse and you didn't get in, you still have other options."

Hikaru sighed, "It's either this one or Stanford," he nodded briefly. "If didn't get into this one, then maybe I got into Stanford."

Jim gave him a reassuring smile, "West Coast VS. East Coast? Damn, tough choice."

With trembling hands, Hikaru ripped the envelope open and pulled the paper out. Jim watched as he slowly unfolded the thick parchment, spotting the school's letterhead before Hikaru held it up to read.

"Dear Hikaru Sulu," he started, eyes scanning the page. "We are please to inform you that you have been accepted into John Hopkins Pre-Med program for Fall of 2013."

Jim let out a yell, "FUCK YEAH!" he threw his fist up in the air. "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT!"

He slapped Hikaru on the back, "I told you, Karu," he laughed. "You were meant to become a doctor!"

Hikaru felt a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders, as he re-read the letter again. He did it. John Hopkins wanted him in their program and he was going to become a doctor.

Jim pulled him into a hug, "I'm so proud of you, buddy," he squeezed him tightly. "Knew you could do it."

"Thanks Jim," he patted his back. "Holy shit."

The blonde pulled back and chuckled, "We are going to celebrate tonight," he said, moving to grab his phone off the table. "All of us, well except for Mel and Chris since they're on their love fest of a vacation," he shook his head. "We're going out and celebrating."

At this point, Hikaru would've turned down the offer of going out and getting wasted. But John Hopkins accepted his application and wanted him.

"I'm game," he grinned.

Jim laughed, "Dr. Hikaru Sulu," he shook his head. "Sounds like a badass motherfucker right there."