AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
~*Llanfair*~
Vicki had taken a trip to London to visit her family. Marty was sick of being confined in the house with Todd, so she decided to go out for the evening. She got dressed in the sexiest garments she owned, a red leather outfit complete with shiny black high heels. She styled her curls until they fell down her back in a sexy tumble, then applied a great deal of dazzling make-up. She stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror in the foyer, thinking she deserved some fun. Being locked up here in Llanfair with Todd had been sheer hell, especially with Victor always hanging around as though he were stalking her.
Todd walked in and his jaw dropped to the floor. "Holy fuck!" he exclaimed. "Where are you going... dressed like that?"
Marty gave him a dirty look. "I don't see where it's any of your business, Todd; where I am going or who I am going out with..." Marty responded.
"You're going out with someone?" Todd asked, not liking this one little bit.
"Maybe... maybe not. But it's none of your concern... so leave me alone. Let me have a little fun," Marty said as she applied some bright red lipstick and grabbed her black leather purse.
"Vicki won't like this, Marty. You're supposed to stay here at Llanfair. You shouldn't be out running around. You're going to get yourself into trouble," Todd warned.
"Go to hell, Todd," Marty quipped, rushing out the front door before he could stop her. Todd stared after her, wondering what he should do. He had no other choice. He would have to go after her.
~*La Boulie*~
Blair had just put Sam down for the night. She kissed his little cheek and tucked the covers around her little boy. "Good night, honey. Sleep well," she said to her seven-year-old son as he was hugging his stuffed Mickey Mouse. Sam really was the sweetest little boy in the whole world. Had Jack ever been this darling or this likable? Blair really didn't know. But she wasn't so anxious for Sam to grow up. She loved spending time with her little boy. Sam was a bright light in her life.
Blair walked out of Sam's bedroom and gently closed the door. As she entered the hallway she saw Tea standing there, looking anxious and troubled. "Tea, what's wrong?" Blair asked with concern, immediately pulling Tea close.
"Ohhh Blair, I just don't know how to tell you..." Tea said softly, so upset she couldn't even look Blair in the eye.
"Tea, you can tell me anything," Blair said as she wrapped an arm around Tea and lead her into their bedroom. "Come on, Tea... What's going on?"
Tea went to sit down on the loveseat by the window, looking down at her hands as she curled them up in her lap. "It's about... Victor," Tea spoke, finally looking up into Blair's face, seeing nothing but concern and tenderness refected there.
"Victor? Tea, I don't understand..." Blair responded, shaking her head.
"I'm- I'm pregnant," Tea finally admitted. "I'm having Victor's baby."
~*Rodi's Tavern*~
Marty arrived at Rodi's just as the action in the drinking establishment had reached it's full swing. There was loud music, booze, and lots of excited people having fun and ready to party. She had a smile on her face as she walked in and sat down at the bar. "What will it be?" asked the bartender, giving her a flirtatious smile.
"A brandy please. On the rocks," responded Marty, loving the freedom she felt here at Rodi's. There was no Todd staring over her shoulder, and no Victor here to woo her. Just countless alcoholic beverages and an amazingly good time.
"Sure thing," said the bartender, going to pour Marty's drink. He came back a few moments later, placing the glass of brandy in front of Marty.
"Thanks," Marty said with a smile, taking a little sip of the delicious beverage. Ohhh yeah, a drink was just what she had needed. Already she felt more relaxed.
After an hour and several drinks later, Marty was feeling the effects of the alcohol. As much as she wanted to find some guy and take him somewhere private for a little wild fun, all the sudden all Marty could think about was Todd. She remembered all their times at Rodi's when they had first met, and it suddenly made her feel sad and weepy.
"Give me more brandy," Marty called out urgently to the bartender, hoping the alcohol would make her forget Todd. She needed to forget; how much she had once cared for him, and how deeply he had hurt her.
The bartender almost reluctantly went to pour Marty another drink. Where was she putting it all away? She had already consumed a good portion of a bottle of brandy. He brought her the drink, thinking he was going to have to refuse to serve her soon. She looked like she was close to being completely inebriated.
"Thanks, sexy," Marty said in a slurred voice, raising the glass to her lips. She took a sip of the potent fluid, winking at the bartender at the same time.
The music was loud and throbbing as a guy came to sit next to Marty at the bar. She looked up, seeing Victor had taken a place right beside her. "What are YOU doing here?" Marty demanded, sounding greatly annoyed.
"Marty, should you really be drinking?" Victor asked with a heavy sigh, noticing immediately that she reeked of alcohol.
"Just like I told your loathsome twin, it's none of your damn business!" Marty remarked. "Just leave me the hell alone!"
"Why do you do this to yourself?" Victor asked, seeing that Marty was really messed up.
"Go fuck yourself, " Marty said to Victor. "I hate you... and I hate Todd, too."
"Really, do you, Marty?" Victor asked. "Is that why you're getting shit-faced drunk... because you hate us... or is it that you are trying to forget someone?"
Marty nearly choked on her booze. "If I want to drink to forget how much you and your jerk of a brother hurt me, then that's my business. Get lost, ass-wipe."
"Is that all it is? Are you just gonna get drunk?" Victor asked. "Or are you here for ... 'other things.'"
Their eyes met and Marty thought suddenly he knew her too well. Getting drunk usually led to her picking up a guy for a quick and easy romp and that's exactly what Victor was implying. And that had been exactly what Marty had intended to do before Victor had mysteriously strode in.
"If I wanna get laid tonight... that's also none of your business," Marty snapped, avoiding his eyes, because it was true. She wanted to get laid tonight so damn bad, so she could forget Todd... so she could forget everything.
Victor reached for the drink, practically prying it out of Marty's hand. "Come on, Marty," he said. "You've had enough. I'm taking you home..."
"No!" Marty protested, but he took her arm and started dragging her away. She left Rodi's with him unwillingly and in her drunken state, she didn't even notice she had left her purse behind.
~*La Boulie*~
Blair stood there in shock as soon as Tea announced what had been on her mind. "P- p- pregnant?" she repeated. Her Tea was pregnant?
"How... how did this happen?" Blair blurted out, but then realized how odd that had sounded.
"Nevermind... I don't need the details... really, I don't..." Blair said as she was yet in a state of disbelief.
"Blair, please... I didn't mean for this to happen," Tea implored, hoping Blair wasn't too upset with her. This pregnancy occurred before she and Blair had even got together. It's not like she had planned to get pregnant.
