Author's Notes – New chapter everyone! Took a little longer than I had hoped to write it, but the issue with this fic is that I'm basically trying to write two stories at once. Anyways, enjoy the new chapter!

Please remember, that the story parts in italics is the storyline where she catches the plane, and the story in plane text is the storyline where she missed the plane. My biggest fear with this story is that it will get too confusing, so I'm trying to make sure that doesn't happen.

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Liquid Solace

Matt smiled sweetly as he put the finishing touches on the meal he was cooking as he spoke, "You're a little late, aren't you? What happened?" He looked back at Amy curiously as he grabbed a plate and started to fill it with chicken and pasta. Amy sighed deeply as she sat at the table.

"My clock at the hotel was off and I missed my flight. Then, I had to wait two hours for the next flight only to have its take-off delayed by a packed runway. I was beginning to think I'd never make it home." Matt slid her plate in front of her with a fork as he moved behind her rubbing her shoulders.

"Sounds like you had a pretty stressful day," Matt started as Amy nodded. "Well what do you say we go out to that little bakery in town you like so much, get some dessert, a very large bottle of wine and see if we can't relax you a bit?"

"That sounds nice," Amy said smiling for the first time all day.

Adam was rifling through his bag looking for spare change for the ending machine when he saw a familiar redhead coming down the concourse toward him. Forgetting his change, he got up and went to the redhead and was shocked when he saw her bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"Amy," he said as he grabbed her bag from her, "what are you doing back here?"

"I…I'm looking for…" Amy held up her boarding pass and searched for her gate number, "gate C18."

"Well that's right here sweetheart," Adam smiled as he steered her to a seat next to his bags. "Why are you going up north?"

"I'm going to be staying with Trish for a little while," Amy said offering no further elaboration.

"Why are you staying with Trish, did something happen when you got home?"

"I walked in on Matt screwing…well, I didn't catch her name but she had badly bleached blonde hair and fake tits, but anyways, that is why I'm staying with Trish." Tears shone in Amy's eyes as Adam pulled her into a hug.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered as she cried on his shoulder wishing he had anything more comforting to say…

Amy giggled drunkenly as she took a large bit of her tiramisu. "This is sooooo yummy,' she slurred with a mouthful as Matt motioned for the waitress to bring two more drinks.

"Feeling relaxed yet," Matt joked as Amy nodded enthusiastically sending whip cream across the table. The waitress dropped off the drinks which Amy happily drank. "Easy tiger, don't want to make yourself sick."

"You're so good to me," Amy leaned over the table and game Matt a sloppy kiss, "I love you."

"I lo…" Matt started only to be cut off by his ringing cell phone. He picked it up and hit the answer key, paling when he heard the voice on the other end.

"This afternoon was amazing lover, I can't wait until she leaves and we can do that again," a sultry voice said seductively.

"What? I'm sorry you must have the wrong number." He quickly hit the end call button and looked at Amy with a nervous smile as he kissed her. "Forgot to turn that off I guess, what was I about to say? Oh well, cheers!"

"Clink," Amy said as their glasses hit and she drank more. Matt couldn't be more thankful for her inebriated state that kept her from noticing the guilty look on his face.

"Stewardess, flight attendant lady, whatever they call you, I need another one of these!" Amy held up her now empty plastic cup that shortly before held a very strong very dry martini.

The smiling flight attendant came quickly to Amy's seat giving her a new drink, "There you go Miss."

"Keep 'em comin'."

"Amy, honey, don't you think you should slow down a bit," Adam asked cautiously as Amy downed her new martini. She looked at him a moment before rolling her eyes and shooting the rest of her drink. "You can drink all of the vodka and gin on this plane, but that's not going to change anything you know…"

"Yeah, but I sure as hell feel better," she said bitterly as the flight attendant dropped off yet another drink for the redhead. "You should try it, it might help you forget about your failed marriage."

"Low blow Ames…"

"Reality hurts doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but drinking isn't the only way to make yourself feel better."

Amy took a long gulp of her drink before turning to Adam. "Okay wise one, what's going to make me feel better?"

"Time honestly," he shrugged.

"I'll go with the quick fix in that case."

"And friends," he added, "and knowing that you're better off without him. Knowing that now you can go out there and find someone who truly, madly, unconditionally loves you. You know, it's like Monty Python says…"

"What, always look to the brighter side of life?"

"Actually, I was going for 'no one expects the Spanish Inquisition' but that works too." Adam chuckled softly as Amy put her cup down.

"I feel like I'm flying," Amy cooed as she waved her arms around while matt carried her up the steps to their home.

"Oof." Amy had just accidentally hit Matt. "Would you mind not flying until I get you inside?" Amy just lazily nodded as Matt unlocked the door and carried her inside and up the stairs to the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and moved down to her legs as he pulled her boots off followed by her socks. He pulled her up slowly so she was sitting and pulled her shirt off.

"Can you stay sitting for a minute, I'm gonna go get your pj's." Amy nodded happily as Matt left the room for the closet for a moment.

"Ow," she squealed. Matt rushed back in the room with her night shirt in his hand and noticed she was lying on the bed rubbing her back.

"What's wrong sweetie?"

"I laid down and something poked me." Amy felt the bed underneath her and pulled out a large gold chandelier earring. "How did this get here?"

"I…I…I don't kn...know, isn't it y…y…yours?" Matt stuttered.

"I don't think it is, but some of Trish's stuff got mixed in with mine so it could be hers," Amy drunkenly reasoned.

"That must be it," Matt said taking a deep breath praying she was drunk enough to forget this tomorrow. "Come on, let's go to bed." Amy just smiled and nodded as she pulled the shirt on and climbed into the bed.