-Beautiful Mistakes-

Sam and Jake wake up to a surprise... Characters not mine. Rating for safety. Inspired by DSA's 'And This Happened How?' and Franky Perez's song 'Beautiful Mistakes'. Just a note: This does take place when they're older, Sam's 18 and I guess that would make Jake 21-ish?

Chapter One:

Sam yawned, the bright sunlight filtering in through the poorly drawn curtains of the room waking her up. She groaned, reaching her arm up to grab a pillow to bury her head under, but found she was pinned in place.

Her eyes snapped fully open, surveying the situation. Her back was a pressed against someone's chest and her left hand was covered by her bed-mates left hand, which lay enlaced over hers against her bare stomach, their legs were unmanageably tangled together and his breath was soft and even against the back of her neck.

She shifted away from him, but he unconsciously pulled her closer, snuggling against her.

"Get off of me!" she wailed, grabbing the sheets and pulling them over herself, causing Newtons law of equal and opposite reactions to kick and cause her to fall off the bed with a loud 'Oof!'

It was either the noise, or the sudden loss of blankets that caused the man to wake from his sleep, drowsily rubbing his eyes. "Gimme back the sheets…" his deep familiar voice groaned.

"Jake?" her voice squeaked from her spot on the floor, drawing his attention.

His eyes settled on her, a horror-stricken expression on his face. "Sam?"

"What's going on?" she questioned, taking several steps back toward the large bed, the sheet still wrapped around her frame as she discovered that she was quite sore.

Before he could answer the cell phone that was in her jeans pocket -where ever those had ended up- started blaring, causing both of their newly-discovered headaches to complain.

Upon locating the bothersome device she snapped it open, barking an irritated 'hello' into the receiver.

Jake watched as she held the phone several inches from her ear as he looked over the room. It was clearly a hotel room, but there weren't all that many hotels where they lived. His gaze settled on several slips of paper on the nightstand by his side of the bed. One was a pad of paper with a 'Belagio' logo on it, so... they were in Las Vegas... The second he had to read three times before he believed it. It was a Nevada State Marriage Certificate. Oh, no. What had they done…?

Sam put a hand to her head, running it through her tangled hair. "Ow!" She yelped, temporarily distracted from her raving father on the other end of the phone. Something had snagged in her hair. And, as she ripped several strands from her scalp in order to free her hand, she gasped in astonishment.

There lay on her slender finger was a delicate a white gold, 1-karat princess cut diamond ring, a thin wedding band welded behind it. Her first thought was how beautiful it was; her second thought hit her hard, knocking her breath out of her gut. What was going on…?

"SAMANTHA!" The deep voice on the other end of the line had grown impatient and she immediately brought herself back to reality.

"Dad, I'm fine…" she lied, trying her best to ignore her throbbing headache. "Dad, please stop yelling…" she begged. "I'm fine… Yeah, I'll be home soon. Yes, Jake's driving me…"

After a moment she hung up, turning back to Jake, who looked just as shocked as she did. "Let me see your left hand…" she said, grabbing it before he could agree or disagree.

Just as she thought, a matching white-gold band was on his ring finger.

"It's true," Jake confirmed her suspicions, handing her the piece of paper bearing both of their scratchy and barely recognizable signatures.

She hung her head, "How did this happen?"

Jake sighed. "I believe it had something to do with your eighteenth birthday, lots of alcohol and apparently something that was no match for these sheets." He gestured to the half-stripped bed.

"I'm going to be sick…" she groaned, her hand over her mouth as she ran toward the bathroom.

She kneeled in front of the porcelain toilet, her knees digging against the marble floor as she let the contents of her stomach empty into the water. She heard Jake come in after her, kneeling beside her as he held her hair out of her face, rubbing small circles on her back. She rested her heated forehead against the cool rim of the toilet, grateful when Jake flushed it away. She watched the water swirl around the pristine bowl before it sucked the contents of her stomach down the drain and out of her sight.

As Sam stayed put, still slightly nauseous, Jake stood, turning to the shower, his bare feet padding along the cool floor. He quickly adjusted the knobs; his hand drifting in the stream of water till it ran to the perfect temperature. He stood back, shaking his hand free of excess water as little droplets fell to the floor. "Jump in the shower, you'll feel better. When you get out, we'll talk." He gave her a sympathetic smile.

She nodded her head wordlessly, pushing her body up as he gently shut the door behind him. Sam stood hesitantly, letting the soft cotton sheet that she'd wrapped around herself fall free from her body. She walked to the mirror, the glass already starting to fog from the condensation of hot water. She stood straight, her back cracking in protest. Her body was glowing, faint out lines of bruising finger marks were visible around her hips. Her lips were full and swollen, her eyes, despite the fatigue and symptoms of her alcohol induced state, held a certain sparkle to them. She ran her hands on the outside of her neck, moving her head to the side as she spotted several dark purpling circles of bruised skin. She closed her eyes, wanting to cry. How had this happened?