a/n: i know, i know, it's been FOREVER since i last updated. but the stupid story would just NOT write itself, which is how i write. i let everything write itself, and then i go over it and make it better. anyways, long story short, it wasn't working for me and my other fic was. anyways, i can't think of anything else, other than i'm gonna be wrapping it up pretty soon. don't worry, you'll get your wedding and all, but that's where i'm ending it.

disclaimer: i can sincerely say this is not mine.

"Hey, where's Holli?" Addison asked later that night as she and Alex were watching television.

"She went for a walk about two hours ago."

"Should we be worried?" Addison bit her lip. "She should have been back by now. She never walks for more than an hour. And she's usually really good about coming home when it's dark…"

"Another fifteen minutes and then we'll look for her. Okay?" Alex comforted her. When she nodded he pulled her onto his lap. "It's going to be okay. I promise. Have I ever lied to you?" he asked the back of her neck.

She turned and looked at him disbelievingly, "Um, yes. Multiple times, in fact."

"Oh yeah? When? Give me one time."

"After we kissed at Joe's. When you told me you weren't interested," she retorted without a moment's hesitation.

"Fine. I'll give you that one, but you have to find me another example."

"You asked for one!"

"You said I lied multiple times. Give me another example."

"The second time. After the first time we slept together. When you said that I wasn't your girlfriend," she said without needing a moment to think.

"You weren't!"

"But you meant that you weren't interested, that you didn't want me. Lies, all of it," she declared with a smirk.

"Fine, but stop smirking, that's my thing."

"No."

"Don't make me make you," Alex warned and promptly began kissing her neck. She smiled slightly but didn't react otherwise. "You're distracted," Alex pointed out.

"I'm worried."

"Alright, get up. We're going to go look for her," he said, dumping Addison unceremoniously, but gently, onto the floor.

"Hey!" she shrieked as she hit the floor.

"Whoops. Sorry," he said, unconvincingly innocent, with a shrug.

"I hate you."

"No you don't. Now go put some shoes on. Sensible ones. Ones you can walk in and that don't make you five inches taller. You do have some of those, don't you?"

"Yes," Addison said defensively. "I'm just not exactly sure where they are…"

Another five minutes later, they were ready. She ended up with some flat flip-flops, the only shoes they could find without a heel. "I feel short," she pouted when she saw that Alex was actually quite a bit taller than her without her heels.

"You are short," he said with a grin, earning him a playful smack and a not exactly playful glare.

"Let's just go."

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Holli woke up cramped onto a hotel chair. Well, at least Mom had the decency to stick me on a chair and not on the floor, she thought. She tried to lift her head to get an idea where she was but the sharp pain that shot through her head was enough to convince her to do otherwise. She managed to turn her head enough to see the one king-sized bed that would have easily fit her and her evil mother and saw that her mother was still passed out. I could run if I knew where we are. And if I could move, that would be helpful.

It took her a few attempts but eventually she managed to ease herself into a sitting position and from there she managed to stand. But it took so long that by the time she was standing and confident in her ability to walk her mother was up so she sat back down.

"Good morning," her mother said from the bed.

Holli sat in stony silence, staring straight ahead.

"Good morning," her mother repeated, forcefully this time.

"This is technically kidnapping. You can get arrested for it you know."

"I'm your mother, I can't kidnap you."

"You are legally not my mother and you've taken me somewhere against my will; it's kidnapping. Not to mention you attacked me last night and I've probably got a concussion, judging by the ginormous headache I have."

"I did not attack you. Stop being so melodramatic."

"You started hitting me unprovoked. That would be attacking me. Why did you in the first place? What possessed to you to kidnap me? Kidnapping? Seriously?"

"I want my daughter back," Marcie stated, almost, for a just moment, sounding human.

"You can't have her back. She doesn't want to come back."

"That's just too bad, since I seem to have the upper hand," Marcie slipped back into the annoying, abusive mother role.

"You can't keep me here."

"I'm not keeping you here. I've got two tickets to New York and we are going to be on that plane."

"School starts in three weeks! Remember? I go to school out here."

"I've already enrolled you in your previous school."

"Whatever," Holli said, a plan already formulating in her head. If she could just figure out where they were she could run. She could probably outrun her mother, even in her condition, but that would depend on how far she had to run and whether or not the pounding in her head would stop. The curtains were drawn so she couldn't tell where she was. Hopefully the hotel would give her a clue. The bedroom was pretty generic with no labels so she walked to the bathroom hoping there would be some clue. Thankfully there was, in the form of coffee mugs imprinted with a giant cursive L and the words 'Lattimer Hotel' written beneath it. She wracked her brain trying to get the location of the hotel. It was across town from Addison's house, near her old hotel and pretty close to the airport. She might be able to make it, if she didn't pass out from pain.

"The plane doesn't leave for another four hours," Marcie told Holli.

She wouldn't escape. Yet.

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"So, not to be a totally insensitive ass, but we really do need to set a date," Alex said, turning over and sitting up to get a good look at his fiancée. He and Addison had been out searching all night, stumbled back into the house at around three in the morning and promptly passed out in their bed.

"I don't want to make that decision without Holli. And I have a question."

"Okay… what is it?"

"Can I have two maids of honor? I mean, I know it's unconventional and I know that people will probably question my sanity, but I don't know. I can't pick. Callie or Holli. Holli or Callie. It's tough. And both of them will kick my ass if I don't choose them. And they both kind of scare me and I think that both of them could kick my ass if they so chose to do so and…"

"Adds, you're rambling."

"I know that and I know that I really need to shut up, but…"

"Addison, you can have two maids of honor if it makes you happy. You can go bungee jump off the hospital if it makes you happy. You can do anything you want if it makes you happy. I only ask that you don't cheat on me and you don't kill yourself in the process. And I wouldn't let them kick your ass."

"Sometime in September? I like September."

"September? If it makes you happy, then September it is."

"Are you going to agree to all the decisions about this wedding because they make me happy?"

"Yes, is it so horrible that I want my fiancée happy?"

"Even if I decided to wear an orange and purple argyle dress?"

"You wouldn't, you hate the color orange. Not to mention the fact that you have mentioned several times that argyle is Satan's pattern. And not in a good way. I also remember something about you threatening to bring back whoever invented argyle from the dead just so that you could kill him yourself."

"You remember that? You were actually listening to my rant about argyle?"

"I listen to everything you say."

Tears sprung to Addison's eyes. It had been so long since someone listened to her and actually paid attention. The last person was Mark, before the incident, and even then he only paid attention when she made him. These were the things that reminded her just why she was venturing back into the land of the married after the train wreck that was the last couple years of her first attempt. She sat down on his lap. "I love you," she said, kissing him after her announcement. A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek.

"I love you too," he responded before noticing the tear, "Hey, don't cry. What are you crying about?"

"It's nothing, ignore me."

"No. What's up?"

"I don't… It's just…. Just ignore me."

"No. You need to talk to me if we're going to be married."

Addison sighed heavily, "You're right, I know you're right. I'm just worried about Holli and so I'm already a wreck and then you go and you say all these perfect things and pay attention to me and it's not a bad thing or anything. In fact, I love it. I love you. I'm just a wreck right now with the wedding and Holli and everything. And it's just that for the last years of my marriage I was shoved aside and ignored and it hurt and when you say all these perfect things and pay attention to me it just makes me so happy that I want to cry. Well, that and I'm probably totally PMS-ing and I'm slightly crazy at the moment."

"You're always slightly crazy."

"Not nice."

"So? Get dressed; we have to go to work."

Addison obeyed reluctantly, showering and getting dressed, expecting Alex to be gone when she was done, as he usually was but which he wasn't. "What are you still doing here?" she asked, confused.

"Everyone knows about us, there's no reason for us to not show up in the same car." He shrugged, "Is it so wrong that I want to show off that I have the hottest fiancée ever?"

She laughed, something that felt good under all this stress, "No, I suppose not. Come on, let's go. But I'm driving."

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-Lauren