Hey, guys :D I've fallen in love with Jake and Addison and Private Practice, so here's what I hope to be an interesting story. Not your typical drama/romance. Enjoy. x

"Cooper Freedman, don't you dare follow her into that bathroom. I refuse to be the one that paid for you and Charlotte to get arrested for having airplane sex," Addison said loudly as Cooper got up from his seat. She looked around nonchalantly when the rest of the first-class cabin occupants, those whom are awake, at least, became very quiet.

Violet snickered, breaking the silence. She had been busy scribbling down random tidbits of ideas and notes of the plane ride in her grey leather bound journal with her phone as her only source of light. Yes, regardless of all the teasing she'd gotten from Cooper, she kept a journal now. Good concepts can come by at the most random time and she figured it was the better alternative to writing on used, spotty paper napkins half-covered in bodily fluids…Bodily fluids that did not belong to her.

The frisky pediatrician immediately sat back down. He turned to glare at Addison. "Actually, you and Jake would be paying for it," he retorted, disgruntled. This transcontinental wedding after-party Addison and Jake were throwing was completely and delightfully insane. It was also the perfect chance to have some time alone with his beautiful wife. He loved the Cooplets, he really did, and he especially missed Caroline who was always so responsive and bubbly—she thought everything he did was hilarious, and rightfully so—but they require a lot of attention and both he and Charlotte had ever since been, quite frankly, too exhausted to have sex. And they have needs. It was what got them into this mess in the first place.

"Hey, I don't want to pay for your criminal activities as well," Jake smirked, raising his hand. To be honest, he didn't really care if Cooper and Charlotte got it on right there in front of him and the entire cabin, he was too in love, too filled with post-wedding bliss to be upset over anything. Jake had suggested everyone fly out to Fiji, where he and Addison were supposed to have gone together two years ago, for a two-day-one-night wedding after-party over the weekend that would double as a vacation that they all deserved. Addison had loved the idea, and so they'd booked a private beachfront villa and bought tickets for everyone at the practice plus Naomi and James.

"Criminal activity?" Came the thick, southern response. The owner of it was definitely pissed off. Poking her blonde head around the toilet door, she drawled, "The only criminal activity here's gonna be when I snap Montgomery's head off for cockblockin'." One man near the door stifled a laugh but immediately stopped when Charlotte turned to give him a menacing look. "You find my lack of a sex life amusing?" She asked, glaring.

"Charlotte!" Naomi cried disapprovingly while Addison cringed. "Leave the man alone." Naomi turned to Sam and they exchanged glances. Things were still a little bit awkward between them after their "run in" at the wedding, but both of them were perfectly content with pretending it had never happened. That they were just exes mature enough to continue being friends. At the same time, that man, the one with brown hair who looked about to be in middle thirties shook his head and returned to the movie that he had been watching.

Charlotte strode back to her seat and plumped herself down between the red-faced Cooper and sniggering Violet. "When we land, I will ride you so hard you'll be beggin' for me to stop," she whispered in her husband's ear, smiling coyly before pulling him in for a kiss.

"Oh, I don't think that'll be possible," Cooper murmured into her lips and kissed her back, ignoring the stares from the other passengers.

In the next row, Addison's lips quirked into a playful smile. "You'd think they were the ones that had just gotten married," she said to her husband, whose hands were comfortably clasped around hers. She watched lovingly as Jake turned to face her, his browns eyes twinkling with mirth, a natural smile spreading on his gorgeous face. He was wonderful inside and out. What did she do to deserve this kind heart? You save babies, Amelia would tell her, but still Addison had never felt luckier to be beside someone. She'd finally gotten her happy ending, if it even exists, and she could not ask for a more perfect prince.

Jake raised his eyebrows. "Why, do you want to join the Mile High Club, Sweetheart?" he teased. "Because I'd gladly oblige." And jokes aside, he really would do anything for her if she asked. He would happily give her everything without her even having to lift a finger for it. The hopeless romantic part of him believed that Addison was his true love, his soul mate. He didn't believe in coincidences and when she had showed up lying on his exam table, and then again at the practice in which he'd applied for a job at, that part of him had insisted that she must be the one. How could she not be, he reasoned, when he found all her imperfections to be endearing, all her crazy to be exhilarating and loved all the parts of her that she herself were insecure about.

"What makes you think I'm not already a part of it?" She countered cheekily, pursing her lips slightly and raising her eyebrows, her signature look. She'd never actually done it on a plane before, not even with Mark. There was nothing sexy about doing the deed in a cramped makeshift toilet where god knows how many other people have spilled their bodily fluids in. She went dry just thinking about the germs and diseases she could take home as a 'souvenir'.

Jake's face twitched in surprised. He leaned in until his face was close to her ears. "That's very naughty, Dr. Montgomery," he breathed, and smiled when the skin on her neck prickled. He kissed the area lightly and Addison sighed, placing a hand on his thigh.

"It's not even true," a voice behind the pair, quipped, and Jake pulled away from his wife. Amelia rolled her eyes. It wasn't enough that Cooper and Charlotte had tried to get it on steps away from everyone, now another old and married couple were starting something right in front of her. She'd seen more of Addison than she was comfortable with when she'd walked in on her and Mark years ago and she didn't want to experience anything similar ever again. She may not be able to see, but she could definitely hear them. And it was gross. And they say she was the wild one. Amelia continued. "Addison would never have sex in a toilet, dirty things like that are beneath her, and Her Majesty's standards are abnormally high enough."

Addison stuck her tongue in her cheek and bit back the urge to reply. As much as she loved the girl, she was starting to regret inviting Amelia to the trip.

Jake only laughed. He looked over his seat to see James asleep, his head on Amelia's shoulder, his arm splayed over her stomach. Jake smiled then turned to Addison. "That's a good thing, then, because the beach is much hotter," he said and gave his beautiful wife a kiss, feeling her smile into the kiss and then respond. His teeth pulled lightly on her lower lip before he parted his mouth and ran his tongue over the spot. One hand still interlaced with hers, he moved the other to her face, where his thumbs brushed gently. Their eyes closed as their tongues entwined, the kiss was slow, tender and teasing. Addison whined when Jake pulled away softly. He kissed her cheek before falling back into his seat.

"What was that?" Addison asked him breathily. She reclined back against her seat and turned to look at her handsome husband.

"I love you," Jake replied easily. "And I'm happy you're too classy for toilet sex."

Addison grinned at that. "Can you imagine all the virus, bacteria and microbes going into your body?" She scrunched her face.

"I can now, thanks to you," he groaned. It was not a sexy image. He closed his eyes. He might be able to catch some sleep before they land.

"Jake?" The redhead called softly.

"Hmm?" His eyes were still closed. He felt her head on his shoulders and adjusted to make her more comfortable.

"I love you too," Addison said, snuggling into her husband as she too closed her eyes.

Jake smiled, and his thumb drew patterns on the back of her hand as they both drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a beach villa on white sand and crystal-clear, cerulean blue water.

"I can't see your hands, Coop," Violet said, looking up from her book. Her parents had always told her that if she keeps reading in the dark, she would go blind one day. That day didn't come yet, so she didn't feel like putting an end to her habit any time soon. Cooper and Charlotte were sharing a blanket and there was way too much wriggling going on for her to ignore. Why can't she have been seated somewhere else? She wished Sheldon was here, instead of on a beach somewhere across the globe with his dying girlfriend. She's going to die anyway, so why bother, right? Violet felt awful for thinking that but she couldn't help but feel that if Sheldon were here, she wouldn't be alone. It might be selfish of her, but she'd have a friend to talk to, drink and mock the other couples with. Right now, she just felt like the third, no, the ninth wheel on this trip.

Cooper and Charlotte giggled like maniacs as Cooper shoved one hand out from under the blanket and waved it in Violet's face.

"I still can't see the other hand," Violet called before burying her face into her novel.

"Trust me, you don't want to," Cooper told his best friend, before cracking up again. Charlotte's face was buried into his neck as her body shook with laughter. He did that thing with his fingers and she became still. After a while, Cooper got up to go to the bathroom, Charlotte following closely behind, checking to see that Jake, Addison, and the passengers near the front were asleep.

Violet grabbed her free margarita and took a much-needed, long sip. Her friends were disgusting and inappropriate. And she missed Pete.

He had never been out of the country before. Sam was looking out the window into the night sky, anticipating the foreign island when he felt Naomi nudging him. He looked at her expectantly.

"Look at them," she said, pointing to James and Amelia who were seated across from them. They were asleep; the armrest between them had been pulled up, the footrest was out and they were tangled together, James' head tucked underneath Amelia's chin and their arms wrapped around each other. She didn't know James Peterson very well but Amelia was like a younger sister to her. She'd witness Amelia grow out of her pigtails and into a white doctor's coat. Naomi wanted to take a photograph of the scene. She reached for her phone.

Sam smiled took Naomi's hand into his. "Look at us. Divorced for seven years, married for longer, and here we are." He had never felt more comfortable with anyone else, and he realized that he never would because Naomi was the one for him. She had always been the one. Sam was glad Naomi had agreed to the trip even though he didn't know if she still felt the same towards him. His smile widened when she clasped his hand firmly and smiled.

It was nice being with someone so familiar, Naomi thought, sinking back. "I'm going to take a nap," she murmured as her eyelids became heavy. She knew every curve, crook, every angle Sam had. She knew the lines on the palm of his hands, the warmth of it. She'd missed that, missed him, but she would never tell him. Like she never told him about how she didn't marry Fife. She was sure that Sam was only acting this way because it was convenient and easy, given their familiarity with each other. She would never guess, not in a million years, that he still had feelings for her.

"Sweetheart, we're here," Jake whispered, running his fingers through Addison's hair. Her ocean blue eyes fluttered open as he pressed a kiss on her temple and used his hands to shield her eyes from the sun.

"G'morning," Addison mumbled into his shirt. "You smell nice," she said, breathing him in, and he chuckled.

Jake watched lovingly as Addison removed her body from on top of his and sat back into her chair, immediately rummaging through her purse. "You need a hair brush," he told her, grinning. He found her disheveled bedhead and crumpled blouse endearing.

"Gee, thanks Honey," Addison said wryly. She pulled out a compact mirror and powder and slightly dabbed at her face. "What time is it?" She asked. She combed her fingers through her hair. That would have to do for now. She would freshen up at the resort later.

"Eight," he replied, looking down at his own shirt. "I think you drooled on me, Dr. Montgomery."

"I did not!" She objected, looking up from the mirror. She turned to him and glanced at her husband's grey shirt. There was a small damp spot on his chest where her face had been. She blushed. "Okay, well, maybe I did a little bit," Addison admitted.

Jake ruffled her hair affectionately, messing it up even more, and pulled his wife into a kiss, ignoring her protests.

"Wow," Sam breathed, when the crew finally reached their beachfront villa.

"And I thought Malibu had a great view," Amelia agreed. They were all standing in front of the house, facing the ocean. The morning sun shone on the bright blue water as small waves gently kissed the shores, over and over again. She bet that if she walked into the water she would be able to see her own painted toenails. The air smelled of salt and there was a gentle breeze that would occasionally blow loose sand onto her feet. The sand was mostly all white and smooth with tiny specks of crushed seashells and twigs from fallen tree branches. There were two kids and a man building a sandcastle further away from them—they were probably from the neighboring villa—but other than that, the beach was completely deserted. To the right, though, Amelia could see openly in the distance, another area of the beach that was crowded with people in colorful bathing suits.

"It's beautiful," James nodded, his hand on Amelia's lower back. "Comes second only to you," he said and looked down at her fondly. He still hasn't gotten over how beautiful she was. Her eyes sparkled when she looked back up at him. It was like falling in love all over again.

"That was good," Jake approved as Addison and Naomi swooned. "Really smooth."

"It was, wasn't it?" James said good-naturedly. He grinned at the older doctor who was carrying Addison's bag in one hand and holding hers in the other.

The tanned bellboy arrived with the rest of their luggage and winked at Naomi as Sam tipped him.

"If ya'll don't mind," Charlotte interrupted. "Coop and I are goin' to unpack and freshen up now." She moved to pick up her suitcase and Cooper went over to help her. They exchanged sneaky looks before hurrying inside the villa.

"God, you two!" Naomi exclaimed.

"Try to make it for lunch," Jake called, laughing.

"Or dinner!" Addison added, as the door slammed. Everyone turned to look as Cooper threw his and Charlotte's bags a meter away from the entrance and picked her up, carrying her up the staircase that was directly opposite from the glass front door. Charlotte's shriek could be heard from outside.

"You'd think they'd be tired, having already done it on the plane," Violet muttered.

"What?" Naomi, Addison and Amelia squealed.

"Right next to you?" Sam crinkled his nose. "That is nasty."

"No! No, no, God no," Violet shuddered. "Well, almost."

"I pity you so much right now," Amelia said dryly, shaking her head. "Would you like a hug?"

"Yes."

Amelia hugged Violet, patting her on the back. "There, there," she said sarcastically.

"So they used the restroom?" Addison asked, pulling a face.

"Like you get to judge anyone, Addie, you were practically having an orgasm in your seat in front of me," Amelia joked, letting go of Violet. She turned to everyone else. "It was gross," she confirmed.

"I was not!" Addison complained. She looked up at her amused husband. "We were kissing… like this," she said, deciding to retaliate by giving them all a show. Addison leaned in, catching Jake's lips with her own. She held her hands around his neck as she suckled on his lip. Jake dropped Addison's bag on the ground and put both arms around her waist, responding fast to her kisses.

Violet gaped.

"Oh, hey, hey, I think we all get the idea here," Sam protested, guarding his eyes. He really didn't need to see that. He no longer has romantic feelings for Addison; he wasn't actually sure he ever had or ever was in love with her, but he loved her and he was just a traditional, conservative guy who was uncomfortable with intruding on other people's private moments.

"Exhibitionists," Amelia muttered darkly as the recently wedded couple pulled apart laughing. She poked James' arm. "Come one, let's be the first to christen this beach," she said cheerfully and with that, the two of them left to go inside the house.

"I think we should all go inside now," Naomi suggested. "What time is the lunch buffet?"

"Twelve, until three," Addison replied. "You guys wanna meet here at twelve so we can all walk to the dining room together?" She asked.

"Sounds good to me," Sam declared. He went to get his suitcase. "Nae, you need help with yours?"

"I'm good, thank you," Naomi replied. She picked up her travel bag. "Violet, you coming?" They were going to be sharing a room for the trip.

The four doctors looked expectantly at Violet, waiting patiently. The therapist cleared her throat. "No, uh, you guys go ahead. I need a moment," she said, putting on a smile. When they all have disappeared into the large, modern bungalow, Violet stood alone and stared into the ocean. She saw how the sea and sky appeared to meet at the horizon and felt a pang of sadness. It wasn't fair that the entire practice were here, celebrating without Pete. They say when people die, most of them end up in the sky, in heaven, but Violet liked to think that Pete would choose to be somewhere much cooler. He would've told God to fuck off and then run off to someplace amazing. Pete was at the horizon, Violet decided. He was there, probably getting high on marijuana with Bob Marley and bickering with Anna while watching over her and Lucas at the same time. Violet smiled at that thought. Pete would've loved Fiji. He would've wanted her to enjoy herself. She made a silent promise to try everything Pete would've done, and have as much fun as possible. She would go inside and unpack soon, she told herself; she just wanted to stare at the horizon for a little while longer, because maybe if she looked hard enough, she would see him waving to her, smiling that smile she never wanted to forget, the kind, caring one that went up to his eyes.

Amelia laced her hand around James' and led him to the beach. They were barefoot. She would be running if it weren't for the dead weight stuck on her hand.

"Woah, easy there," James said when Amelia pulled him, impatient to get to the water.

"Let's race, come on," Amelia challenged, preparing herself to run.

James gave her an incredulous look. "What are we, twelve?" He asked, but shot off ahead of her, laughing.

Amelia sprinted after him. Well, she tried to sprint. It was hard as hell to run in sand. "You are such a cheating…republican," she gasped when she got to her boyfriend. Damn, she really was getting too old for this. She looked down at her feet in the water. She'd been right. She could see her pedicured toenails through this water. She'd never seen anything clearer and as blue.

"Aw, don't be a sore loser, Amy," James said. She squealed when he picked her up, carrying her bridal style. "Or I will throw you. Right now!" He gave her a mischievous grin.

"You wouldn't dare!" She countered confidently, but the twinkle in his eyes made her uncertain. "You wouldn't."

"Really? How can you be sure?" James asked her. He smiled at the way the sun brought out the color of her eyes and the tiny specks inside those beautiful orbs.

"I'm not," Amelia admitted. "Wait!" She cried, when James made a move to dump her into the sea. She said slowly, "I'm sure because there are small rocks and seashells in the water, which would hurt me, and you wouldn't hurt me on purpose." The brunette smiled hopefully.

"Good answer, Dr. Shepherd," James said, grinning. He bowed down to kiss his girlfriend on the lips.

"Mason, my man, how're you doing?" Cooper greeted enthusiastically into his mobile phone. They'd just gotten back to the villa. He pressed the button that turned the speakers on. "Say hi to Charlotte."

"Hey, Charlotte, everything's great," came the voice inside the phone.

"Hi, Mason," Charlotte said, smiling. "How're the nannies doin'?"

Mason sounded like a proud big brother when he answered, "They're doing really well. The girls are well fed and taken care of. I helped put all three of them to sleep last night, Rachel was especially tricky but they all fell asleep eventually. You have nothing to worry about."

"I'm sure," Charlotte replied. "How about yourself, young man, d'ya miss your mama?"

"I do, but it's okay," Mason said thoughtfully. "You and dad should have fun! Don't miss me too much," he joked.

"We'll try, Mase," Cooper said. "Call us if there's any problem, okay?"

"Will do. What time is it there?"

"It is… four thirty in the evening," Cooper answered, checking his watch.

"Cool! It's only nine in the morning here. What's Fiji like?"

"Oh, you know, very beachy. Not much different from home. Very boring," Cooper assured him.

"Oh, okay then," he said, relieved. Mason had felt a bit left out when he'd heard about Aunty Addison's party and that it was for 'grown-ups only'. He'd sulked a bit before his parents left the house.

"We'll bring you back a souvenir and lots of photos," Cooper promised.

"We love you, kiss each of the girls for me will ya?" Charlotte asked.

"The nannies?" Mason asked, feigning ignorance. His parents laughed.

"No, your sisters, silly," Charlotte said. She turned to her husband and raised her eyebrows.

"Alright! Love you too," Mason said cheerfully before hanging up.

"Love you more!" Cooper called, but he was met by the sound of a dial tone.

"The nannies. Really," Charlotte gave Cooper a look.

"Well, they're young, attractive, and…" Cooper began. "Hey!" He exclaimed when his wife hit him on the shoulders.

Charlotte shook her head, her eyes filled with amusement. "He definitely takes after you. Come on let's go downstairs."

In the next room, Sam had just finished his shower when his mobile phone rang. He wrapped himself in one of the towels on the rack before flipping his phone open. "Yes, this is Dr. Sam Bennet," he answered.

Addison, Naomi, Charlotte, Cooper and Violet were all in the living room enjoying the free mini-bar courtesy of the resort before they all head out to dinner.

"Charlotte makes a mean margarita," Violet told Addison. Their mutual love of cocktails was one of the things that she and Charlotte had bonded over, before Charlotte had stopped drinking. "Where are your husbands?" The psychiatrist asked Naomi and Addison.

"Ex-husband," Naomi corrected before taking a bite out of a Snickers bar. She downed it with a concoction made up of lime, Cointreau, soda and tequila: Margarita a la Charlotte.

"You shouldn't mix alcohol with sweets," Cooper told her, finishing his beer.

"But it's so good! Like orange marzipan chocolate," Naomi beamed. She was already slightly tipsy and not one bit nauseous. "Addison, try it," Naomi urged, offering her friend the chocolate bar.

"I'm good, thanks," Addison said drolly.

"She'll figure it out herself soon enough," Charlotte drawled, shaking her head from the kitchen barstool.

"My husband's in the shower," Addison said, suddenly. They'd been in the shower together, but Addison didn't feel the need to mention that. She bit her lip, thinking about how her sexy, gorgeous husband had joined her in the shower earlier. He had got inside the bathroom without her knowing, hugged her from behind and pressed his fully naked self against her. After lathering each other up with soap between playful kisses, he'd gotten down on his knees and… Addison took Naomi's drink and took a swig from it. Her face was burning. She might as well have them think it was from the alcohol.

"God knows where Sam is," Naomi said. She reached for her glass but Addison held it far, far away from her.

"Naomi," Sam said, striding into the room.

"Speak of the devil," Naomi muttered under her breath. She took another bite of the chocolate bar. You delicious thing, she thought.

"Sam? Is something wrong?" Addison asked, noticing how tense he seemed. She stood up.

"Maya's been in a car accident," Sam said.

"Shit, Sam," Cooper said, walking over to his friend.

"Oh my god," Naomi got to her feet.

"God, is she alright?" Addison asked.

Violet, who had most recently left the spot on the couch next to Addison for the floor, didn't seem to notice. She was too busy consuming tequila like it was the end of the world..

Sam hesitated before replying. "She—she's going to be okay. She's in the hospital now, in New York. I'm sorry, Addison, but I think we should—"

"You should go be with her," Addison finished quickly. She was relieved that Maya was okay. "You too, Nae," she said, giving Naomi a hug. "Tell her I'm very upset that she wasn't more careful, okay?"

"Addie, we were supposed to spend time together," Naomi said apologetically, swaying slightly.

"She's your daughter, go," Addison said. She hugged Sam. "Nae's had some to drink, take care of her," she whispered to him.

Pulling away, Sam reached into his pocket for his phone. "I'll book the earliest flight to New York," he told his ex-wife.

Naomi nodded, slumping back into the sofa.

"I'll ask the hotel to get you a car to the airport," Charlotte offered, grabbing the telephone. She dialed 0 for the front desk and waited. Damn, she thought, this was what being a parent was like. No matter how much fun you were having, if something happens to your little one, you stop whatever you were doing and go to their rescue, no questions asked.

"Soo, we're all set for dinner. Where are Sam and Naomi?" Amelia asked, walking into the living room with her boyfriend. She looked around. It was abnormally quiet. Jake was sitting on the couch next to Addison, his hair still wet. Addison was leaning onto his shoulders. Violet and Cooper were sitting cross-legged on floor chugging down alcohol as if they were having a contest. Charlotte was on the stool near the kitchen islands, frowning. "Oh my god, are they doin' the dirty somewhere?" Amelia exclaimed. "What a couple of horndogs."

"They're at the airport. Maya had an accident," Addison said.

"Oh-kay, open mouth, insert foot," Amelia said, bewildered. She plopped down on the armrest next to Jake. "Maya is Sam and Naomi's daughter," she told James, who stood in front of her.

James looked surprised. "Oh, well, how is—"

"Maya's fine," Jake told them. "I think we should get goin' for dinner. Might beat the locals for seats at the restaurant," he said to the group. He rose and gave Addison his hand, which she took.

"Yeah, let's go before Violet and my lovely husband drown themselves in beer and tequila," Charlotte agreed, hopping down from the stool.

Addison stood up. "Sam and Nae would want us to have fun," she said.

"And Pete!" Violet shouted before collapsing into giggles.

"What?" Addison asked, as everyone turned to stare at the woman on the ground.

The drunken woman hiccupped. "Pete. Pete's at the horizon doing acupuncture on Princess Diana," she explained. "He would want us to have fun."

"Oh, Vi," Cooper said, pulling his best friend up from the floor and into a hug.

After getting back from dinner, which was traditional Fijian cuisine, everyone went to his or her respective rooms as Jake and Addison headed to beach together. They seemed to be the only two people on their side of the coast. It was dark, the only light source coming from the moon, and moonlight shone on the water like spilled silver dust in darkness. The moon glowed brightly, but not too bright as to outshine the star-speckled sky. "When I was young, I used to think that dead people became stars," Addison told Jake, breaking the silence as they walked along the shores side by side.

"I thought stars were dead angels," Jake admitted, embarrassed. It was silly, he knew, but what the hell.

Addison laughed. To her, it was illogical. "Angels can't die!"

The sound of her laughter was like music to his ears. "And how do you know that?" He questioned.

"I don't," she confessed. "I don't even know if angels existed." She questioned the existence of a lot of things.

"Neither do I," Jake said. He stopped and reached for Addison's arm when she kept on walking. Drawing her back towards him, he held her close. Caressing her well-sculpted face, from her high cheekbones to her chin, he allowed himself to become lost into her eyes as he spoke, "But if they do, you would be pretty damn close to being one."

"And you said James was smooth," Addison teased, looking up at him.

"It wasn't a line," Jake insisted, feeling her hands play with his hair at the back of his head. He inched his face closer to hers and half-whispered, "I'm serious. How did I end up with someone like you?"

"Jake Reilly, I could ask you the exact same thing."

Their lips crashed against one another's as small waves lashed into the shores. Their silhouettes on the sand merged as the moon continued to glow from above.

Cooper was in the mini-mart near the resort with James and Amelia, buying a pack of condoms when the ground shook. He yelled and pulled Amelia, who was next to him, down. James went down as well, using the counter as cover. The earthquake lasted only for a minute or two. The soap opera on television inside the store suddenly stopped. BREAKING NEWS: LOCAL TSUNAMI WARNING, EVACUATE COASTAL REGION IMMEDIATELY, flashed onto the screen. A few seconds later, a newsreporter began repeating the message, instructing everyone near the seashore to move inland within the next thirty minutes or less. The store exploded with noise. Everyone was shouting, screaming. A man in the corner got down on his knees to pray. "Oh my god," Cooper distantly heard Amelia cry out. Charlotte, he thought, immediately reaching for his phone. Then he remembered that his wife had turned her phone off as soon as they'd reached the island. Fuck, fuck... "Does anyone have the hotel's number?" Cooper shouted, panicking.

"Here, I do, wait," James frantically searched his pockets for the hotel brochure.

Amelia was deathly quiet, but her pulse was racing. Was she having an anxiety attack?

"I need to use your phone," Cooper told the stunned shopkeeper. "Give me your goddamn phone!"

The young girl handed her cellphone to him, her hands trembling. James thrusted the brochure into Cooper's hand, waiting as Cooper dialed the number. "Amelia," James shook his girlfriend gently, shouting to make himself heard through the commotion.

Amelia stopped hyperventilating. "We're gonna need water, food and first aid..." She shouted back at James and rushed to the back of the store to retrieve the items.

"And something to keep us warm!" James shouted. He turned to the shopkeeper who was packing up her things. "How bad do these things get here, anyway?" He demanded to know.

"I—I don't know, the last tsunami we had here was in 1953. The first wave was only seven meters tall... or something I'm not sure!" She yelled. She was only nineteen, she didn't want to die.

"Only seven?" James shouted. That was higher than a three story building. Fuck, this was insane.

"Pick up, pick up... Damnit," Cooper rattled on. "Please pick up...Hello, please connect me to the second private beach house... I don't have time to tell you who I am, there's a fucking tsunami warning on TV right now and I have to speak to my wife!" He yelled into the phone and waited while the receptionist put him through.

Amelia came back with bottles of water, instant noodles and canned food. James helped her bag those things and hurried to get more supplies. They would be able to carry about two or three bags each.

Violet answered the phone groggily. "Turner."

"Violet! Violet, get everyone and evacuate the house!" Cooper shouted.

"Coop?" She asked, drowsily. "Where are you?"

"Violet, listen to me. A giant wave is going to crash into the house in twenty minutes. Grab Charlotte, everyone else, and go inland, go as high as you can but you have to get out of the house!"

"Seriously?" Violet exclaimed, fully alert. If this was some sort of prank...

"Yes, seriously, now hang up and get the fuck out of there!" Cooper screamed.

Amelia's eyes widened in realization. No, no... "Addison!" She cried out devastatedly and grabbed Cooper's arm. "Jake and Addison went for a walk on the beach!" She screamed at him, her blue eyes filled with horror. She shook the other doctor's arm. "We have to go back," she pleaded, her voice breaking. She had to go back for Addie.

"Amelia, Cooper help me pack these bags," James yelled, running towards the counter. "We can carry about two each, it'll last us a few days."

"Addie's at the beach! We have to go warn them," Amelia shouted. She was in tears now. She had to go back for Addie. Amelia turned to run out the door.

"Charlotte!" Violet knocked the door repeatedly. This better be a dream. "Charlotte, wake up!"

"What're ya, in heat or somethin'?" The blonde shouted from inside the room and stalked over to the door. She'd expected Cooper to be banging on the door, not the woman she'd surprisingly gotten to be friends with. Pulling the door open, she was shocked to be met with a trembling Violet Turner in her T-shirt and sweatpants. "What's going on?" Charlotte demanded.

"Tidal waves. In twenty minutes. Less. We have to go," Violet stammered.

"Where the hell's my husband?"

"At the grocery store. He called to warn us. To get everyone and run. We have to go," the brunette repeated, panicking. "Where are Jake and Addison?"

Charlotte's face turned ghostly pale as her heart sank. "The beach. We have to get them!"

"There's no time! Damnit, Charlotte, there's no time," Violet yelled.

"Are ya gonna let them die?" Hurriedly, Charlotte put on her shoes. Damnit, Montgomery, why'd you pick today to go for a walk?

"No!" Cooper shouted, pulling her back. Amelia was screaming hysterically. "Amelia, Amelia! I told Violet to get everybody out. They'll get Jake and Addison. They will, I promise. You cannot go back there!"

"No, no, let me go! I have to get Addie!" Amelia screeched, fighting Cooper's stronger hold on her. "I have to save her!"

James finished packing and rushed to the front of the store. "You will die!" He yelled at Amelia, his voice cracking. "If you go back there, I will too and we will die! Now get yourself together and help us carry these bags to a higher place."

"I can't, it's Addie—can't leave—Addison," Amelia choked between sobs and James pulled her into a tight embrace.

"We have to go, now!" Cooper yelled at the both of them, causing them to spring into action. Each grabbing two bags of supplies, the three bolted out of the store, turning left and running straight up the sloped road. None of them knew where they were going, but they wanted to be on the highest ground possible when the first wave hit.

As she was running, trying to keep up with James and Cooper, Amelia Shepherd did something she hasn't done in twenty years. She prayed.