OK, I couldn't get this idea out of my head, I have no idea where it came from, and I couldn't fit it with any other show or movie that I love. It was bugging me so I wrote it as a short oneshot. I know it would probably be better as a full story (I know there's more I could do with it) but I already have two of those and am probably going to take a break when they finish (that should be soon for IP). I tried to stop myself from writing this, but like I said, it wouldn't go away.

Gabriella yawned and rolled over, moving towards the source of heat lying close to her. She didn't know what it was, but right at that moment she was too busy trying to keep her eyes closed and ignore the pain in her skull, that was, until she became more aware of what was around her. The warmth was a person, she could tell by the feel of the arm wrapped tightly around her small body, the texture of the skin against her own. If she'd have been seeing anyone, this probably wouldn't have surprised her, but her alarm caused her to open her eyes, taking in the hotel room and the man next to her.

"Shit." She whispered to herself, taking in the features of her sleeping ex boyfriend. "Shit. Crap."

She sat up and tried to get out of the bed, feeling his arm tighten around her as she tried to escape.

"Come on, Troy." She said more to herself. "Let me go."

The arm tightened again. She sighed, running her hands down her face in frustration.

"Fuck." She exclaimed, moving her left hand away from her face to get a better look.

Her face paled at the sight of the ring on that special finger. "No, no, no, no, no. This is not happening."

She pulled out of his grip roughly, finally getting out of the bed. Pacing up and down, inwardly cursing herself.

"So stupid." She groaned, placing a hand on her forehead. "Stupid alcohol makes me act stupid."

"Wow." She heard his voice. "If someone told me that marrying you would mean waking up to this, I'd have married you sooner."

She turned to him, shooting daggers at him before she realised what he was referring to, she was wearing nothing but her underwear.

Quickly, she grabbed the nearest item of clothing and put it on, before turning to glare at him again.

"Babe." He commented, nodding towards her. "You're killing me here."

She looked at the item of clothing she'd just put on and sighed, his shirt. Was nothing going to go her way today?

"Stop looking at me like that." She spat, fuming. His stare didn't drop, the lustful look in his eyes continued. "Bolton, stop it."

"You're my wife." He grinned. "I'll look at you in whatever way I want."

"No." She refused. "We can't be married, we're not even together. Before last week, I hadn't even seen you in two years."

"I told you I'd get you back, babe." He reminded her of a conversation they'd had mere hours after she'd heard his claims to his friends that he had other girls on the go as well as her. "I was right."

"You were not right!" She insisted. "I want an annulment."

"After what we did last night." He smirked. "An annulment is no longer possible."

"We couldn't have." She responded, although he noticed the uncertainty in her eyes. "I was still wearing my underwear. We couldn't have done anything."

"You looked cold." He commented nonchalantly. "I decided to dress you while you slept. Didn't get further than that cos you looked hot."

"Oh my god." She exclaimed. "You're a pervert, a dirty pervert."

"Baby, you're my wife." He reminded her. "It's hardly perverted."

"We cannot be married." She was insistent. "We're virtual strangers now. And why the hell would you marry me when it was obvious I was drunk?"

"Easy." He answered, a lazy smile gracing his face. "I was drunk too. Just not as drunk as you. I was drunk enough to marry you knowing you'd hate it, but sober enough to realize that if I didn't do something then I could lose you forever. Couldn't let that happen, baby. "

"So you married me!" She exclaimed, outraged at the fact. " What kind of a moron would do that?" she paused. "It's not like a real marriage though, right, I mean, it's Vegas."

"Of course it is." He smiled. "You know what the best bit is?"

"What?"

"I get you, all to myself, forever."

"Not if I have anything to do with it."

"I don't believe in divorce."

"Too bad."

"Make love not war, and when I say make love..."

"Forget it."

"When you moving in with me?"

"What?" She questioned. "I'm not moving in with you."

"We're married." He argued. "And my place is big and lonely and it wants my wife to come and live in it with me. It missed you."

"I've never lived there in my life."

"Okay, so I miss you, and it's channelling that."

"It's not going to happen."

"Yes it is."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is."

"No it..." She began, taking in his amused expression. "Ugh, I hate you."

"Love you too, babe." He answered. "Now, back to the issue of when you're moving in..."

- - -

"I love you."

"I hate you."

"Well isn't this plane ride going to be fun." Troy replied, beaming at her before turning as the flight attendant approached. "My wife here is still trying to get over the shock that we're married."

"Newlyweds?" The blonde asked, receiving a nod from him. "Congratulations."

He smiled as the attendant walked off, he hadn't actually wanted anything, he'd just wanted someone to know that the woman next to him was his wife, the one he was now forcing to move in with him against her will, and, in order to do so, flying her to New York against her will, she didn't seem to be acknowledging the fact that she also lived in New York.

"So baby." He turned to his wife. "Seen any good movies recently?"

"You know." She answered sarcastically. "There was this one, where this girls ex boyfriend chased her around the country, and married her while she was drunk. Then he abducted her and forced her onto a plane. Oh wait, that wasn't a movie, that actually happened.

"How awesome am I?"

"Not very."

"Admit it, you think i'm awesome." She didn't respond. "You look amazing."

"We covered that last week, you know, just before you told me you loved me." Her tone was cold and uncaring. "Asshole."

"Beautiful." He grinned. "Aren't we just full of pet names today. There's been pervert, moron, ass and now asshole, really feeling the love here baby."

"Fuck off."

"No need to go all French on me."

"You're not funny."

"I beg to differ." He continued. "I actually am quite amusing."

"I hate you."

"That's not what you were saying last night."

"I don't even remember last night." She fumed. "How the hell could you do this?"

He ignored her question. "Don't worry baby. If you can't remember last night we'll just do a replay tonight."

"No, we won't."

"I think we will."

"Why don't you go see one of you're little whores?"

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this. There were no other girls. It was just some stupid thing I said."

"I still hate you."

He smirked. "No you don't. You love me. If you didn't, you wouldn't be so mad."

"I'm not mad because I love you, Troy. I'm mad because you married me, knowing full well that I wouldn't remember it in the morning."

"So you admit that you love me?"

"What?"

"Quote ' I love you, Troy.' Unquote."

"Why the hell do you always do this?"

"Do what?"

"Twist my words." She was furious. "You hurt me, you hurt me so much, and then you show up, out of the blue, telling me you want me back, after two years, Troy, two fucking years. I say no to protect myself and you follow me to Vegas, how the hell did you even find out I was coming here?"

"I didn't hear you deny it."

"Deny what?"

"That you love me."

"Stop it." She stated firmly. "You have to stop it."

"Stop what?" He asked genuinely. "Baby, I know this isn't the ideal situation, I know. But you didn't give me any other choice, you wouldn't talk to me, you wouldn't hear me out. I'm telling you the truth, there were no other girls two years ago, I was just saying what the guys wanted to hear. I love you, I always have, please stop making this so difficult."

"You hurt me." She choked on her tears. "You hurt me, you don't get to make me fall for you again."

"It won't happen again." He promised. "As cliché as that sounds, I promise you I will never hurt you again. But if divorce is what you want, i'm sorry, I can't do that. I can't let you go again."

"Okay."She relented.

"Okay?"

"Okay I guess I can try being married to you." She elaborated. "But i'm not going to like it, or be nice, or cook you dinner like a good little housewife, or even sleep in the same bed as you, and you need to grow up, we're not in college anymore. I don't trust you, and i'm pissed as hell that you've forced me to give you the chance to change that."

"Thank you." He grinned, pressing kisses to every inch of her face. "I love you."

"I still hate you."

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