Requested by and dedicated to JamieVanHalen

~ No Mistakes, Just Happy Accidents ~

My head was killing me before I even opened my eyes. It felt like I'd gotten whacked with a sledgehammer the night before; my skull surely had to be cracked from the amount of pain I was feeling.

My eyelids were tinted red, meaning it was morning. Also meaning I should get up. I opened my eyes, my headache intensifying upon being greeted by the sunlight streaming in through the window.

Wait... I didn't recognize that window. Nor that room. Sure, I could barely see, but I knew that was not my room.

I rubbed my eyes and blinked several times. Where was I? Who-- who was breathing next to me?

I slowly turned, and to my horror, found a man lying next to me on the bed. I couldn't see his face. Who the hell was that? What had happened the day before?

I tried my best to remember something, anything. Nothing came of it; I felt lucky that I remembered my own name. I sat up fully, noting I was still wearing my clothes. That was a good sign.

The man next to me stirred, then turned onto his back and slowly opened his eyes. I took one look at his face and almost screamed.

"Vince!"

His eyes widened to the size of saucepans, then slid over to me.

"(Y/N), wha- huh?" He sat up. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. I can't remember anything from yesterday."

"Y-yeah, me neither," he said, his eyes searching the sheets in confusion. "Where are we?"

"Some kind of hotel, I think."

Vince looked around and nodded. "I- we should get up."

I agreed and shifted out from under the sheets, turning to sit on the edge of the bed with my back to him.

"Hey, (Y/N), ya might... I don't know if... I think-"

"Just spit it out," I turned back to face him.

He held out his left hand. On the ring finger was what looked like a wedding ring.

"So what?"

"Whaddaya mean 'so what'? Because of course, it's common knowledge that I am married. That wasn't there before yesterday, jackhead."

"Alright, and how does it concern me?"

He groaned. "Just check your left hand."

I looked down at my hand, which was numb because of the way I had slept on it. Settled on my index finger was a ring appearing to be a match with Vince's.

Shit. The memories came flooding back in that moment, washing over me and continuing to stampede through my brain at alarming rates.

"Wait... I remember what happened."

* The Day Before *

I sat with my drink in my hand, waiting for the slightest bit of excitement. I'd been here for over an hour, slowly getting more and more drunk. This was so lame.

I was about to call up a taxi to take me home when a man plunked himself down the seat across from me.

"Vince? What are you doing here?" Now this was awkward. First of all, what was he doing in Las Vegas? I was here on vacation, what was his excuse? Second, Vince was my ex-boyfriend. What did he think he was doing just casually sitting there?

"Nothin', I just saw ya sittin' here like some kind o' loser and thought, why not?"

"Because we broke up a while ago and agreed not to talk anymore? What are you even doing here?"

"Nothing important. And that's all in the past," he said. He was clearly drunk. And while I may have had a few drinks, I wasn't as plastered as he so obviously was.

"No, it's not," I replied. "We agreed it couldn't work, remember? Go away, Vince."

Of course, he didn't. He stuck around long enough for me to get annoyed and order another drink for myself.

After a while of being so annoyed that I resorted to ordering drinks, it was apparent that I was just as drunk as he was, if not more. And suddenly I seemed to forget we had even broken up.

"So," I said to him, "what's new?"

"Nothin'," he said, "what's g-goin' on with you?"

"Not a lot."

"That sounds like fun."

"It is. But you know what would be really funny?"

He raised one eyebrow.

"If we were to go and sing on the karaoke machine."

And we were drunk enough to do it. I don't remember what we sounded like, but I do remember no one liked us very much.

After that, we went over to a gift shop, and Vince kept trying to steal everything.

"It would be funny if the cops came to get you," I said after slapping his hand away from the keychain he'd set as his target.

"I know," he said, stumbling away from the rack of keychains.

And then the stupidest idea of the night hit me. "Hey, you know what would be funny?"

"What? Whatever it is, I'm down."

"If," I slurred between laughs, "if you and I... were to... get married."

His eyes widened, and he managed to piece together a sentence. "That would be funny! We are in Vegas, after all!"

After that, the memories get a little hazy. I remember going to some kind of chapel, signing our names on a paper that we could barely see, and holding a very short ceremony that was attended by six strangers, four of which were as drunk as we were.

I remember this: "(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), do you take Vincent as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

"I do," my drunk ass said.

"And Vincent Neil Wharton, do you take (Y/N) as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

"Hell yeah I do," Vince had responded. We had both snickered stupidly at that.

"Then by the powers vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

And Vince tried picking me up, failed, and settled for just kissing me. Then we staggered out of the chapel hand in hand. And I couldn't remember much after that.

* Present Time *

"We got married," Vince said in disbelief, holding one hand to his forehead. "I remember that now. My God, we got married by a guy in a troll suit."

I remembered that as well, and it was all I could do to keep from laughing.

"Now what? I suppose we'll have to go and get it annulled."

"Hold on," said Vince. "Not... not just yet."

"What? It was a mistake; why not?"

He drew a breath and looked at me. "Maybe it wasn't a mistake."

"What is it now, Vince?"

"Look, (Y/N). Yeah, we said it couldn't work, what with the band and all we do, but the bottom line is: I still love you. I never stopped. I'm already working on cleaning up, I'm better now. I... I think we should stay married."

"Vince," I said softly. "It wouldn't work. We're too different."

"That's not a reason not to be together! Aside from that whole 'it can't work' thing, there's nothing stopping us. Anyway, who's to say it wouldn't? I'm really willing to make it work; nothing's impossible."

I shook my head and looked down.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Vince. I still love you as much as I ever did. Which is a crap ton, by the way."

He laughed a little, hope shining in his eyes.

"I just don't know if this is the best way to go about getting back together."

"What do you mean? Technically, we are together, legally, and," he put a hand over his chest, "spiritually."

"Shut up," I laughed. "I mean, you have a point, but still... It's a big decision."

"No, it's not. Come on, we're already married. And I want to stay married; how else can I prove to you that I truly do want to be together?"

"I don't think you can do more than that."

He looked away for a moment, then nodded.

"What I mean is... Let's just... Go home."

So we did. We took a bus from Vegas to Hollywood. The first hour of the ride was very awkward, but after the ice was broken with a stupid joke from Vince, it was actually rather pleasant. We spent the following four hours acting like we'd never broken up. I was almost disappointed when we arrived in Los Angeles.

"I think you have to decide now," Vince said when we stepped off the bus.

I thought about it for a moment, then spoke. "I think we should stay married. You're right. It's crazy, and that is not how I wanted to get married, but I want to be with you."

He gave me an elated smile. "Really?"

I nodded in response. "That's... that's great. Thanks. I promise you won't regret it."

"I better not," I said, only teasing him. "Now, where to?"

"What kind of question is that? We gotta go on our honeymoon."

So we did. It was two weeks of us doing the dumbest stuff we could think of, claiming it would strengthen our bond but knowing it was all just for fun. When we got back, the rest of Mötley Crüe was waiting, eager to find out where their singer had gone off to. Then they thought what we had was the funniest thing in the world, but of course they would. Mick in particular was shocked that Vince had wanted to stay with me, but Nikki was surprisingly understanding.

Just kidding. Well, kind of. Nikki laughed his ass off at first. Then he said he understood.

***

Pretty cliché, I know. But I think this plot fit Vince's character (kind of). Well, there you go! Next is Nikki Sixx, as promised. That might go up tomorrow, since this is my second update today. I actually don't know why that should stop me from updating a third time but eh. Till laterrr