Title: Yesterday to Tomorrow: Chapter Fifty-one, A Little Party
Rating: NC-17 [violence, swearing, nudity, sexual situations]

Summary: Chris and Alyssa head to a surprise party.

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"CHRISTOPHER!" Alyssa shouted up the stairs. "We have five minutes to be downtown. Hurry your ass up!"

Rushing down the stairs, he replied, "Maybe if you told me where we're going, I'd be more inclined to be on time."

"Can't," she stated, reaching to straighten his tie. "I don't even know."

"Then how are we going to get there?"

"They sent a car for us."

"Who?"

"I don't know," Alyssa stepped away from him. "But think about it. We're weeks away from our wedding. The kids are all with their mothers. And someone sent us a secretive invite with a car. I think someone's throwing us a party."

"Who?"

She shook her head, smiling, "Your guess is as good as mine, love. Now come on. Rather bad being late to our own surprise."

Slidding next to her in the car, Chris leaned over and kissed just below her ear, "You look beautiful tonight, Lyss."

Closing her eyes, she relaxed into just having his presence wrapped around her. With the wedding preparations and Chris working to promote the new album, they rarely had time alone. And when they managed those times not running around for whatever reason, two or three kids divided their attention. She couldn't remember the last time they had just been.... them.

His fingers traced down the sparkling pendant, lightly touching her exposed cleavage while his lips kissed along her jawline. Alyssa remained as she was, her hands folded in her lap, letting Chris do as he wanted for the moment. She sighed contently, feeling his fingers brush over the soft yellow silk to caress her breast. His lips finally found hers, drinking of her kiss for a few moments.

"I've missed you," he muttered.

"I've missed you too," Alyssa replied, one hand leaving her lap to caress his cheek.

"Still sure about this wedding thing?"

She giggled, "With as much as we've invested in it, it's far too late to say I'm not."

He kissed her grin, "Good. Because I think I'm excited about it now."

"Baby, I think you're excited about something else right now," she teased, her hand playfully in his lap.

Chris laughed, "I can't help it. You're so damn sexy. And I haven't—"

Her mouth ended his words by kissing his, "We don't know how long we'll be in this car."

"Isn't that kinda exciting though?" his bright eyes met hers.

For a moment Alyssa didn't reply, thinking it over. A few heartbeats later, she pushed his back into the seat, turning expertly to straddle his lap. Her lips met his frantically, not caring whether or not the windows were darkly tinted or not.

"Don't," she breathed, "tear anything."



The driver stood in front of the car's door. He glanced at his watch then back at the restaurant. About that time Tom came walking down the walk. Smiling a greeting to the driver, he took a step towards the car. The driver sidestepped, blocking Tom's path.

He frowned, "Is there something wrong?"

"I would suggest giving them a few minutes, sir," he stated evenly.

"What? Why? They're already late as it i—"

"When the car's a rocking, don't come a-knocking!" Tim's voice came from behind, a large grin on his face.

Tom's eyes darted to the car just as the door opened. Slidding out of the car, Chris turned and helped Alyssa out. Neither apologized nor blushed. And neither looked unkempt or dishelved in any shape or manner.

Alyssa's eyes went to the building first then to Tom and Tim, "Evening, guys. Fancy meeting you here."

Tim opened his mouth to say something, but Tom elbowed him.

"Why don't we get out of the .... night air?" he suggested, motioning up to the restaurant.

"Fabulous," Alyssa slipped her arm into Chris's. "I hope you have cake. I'm craving cake."

Chris couldn't help but chuckle at that, knowing full well that cake and sex were very connected in her mind, "I'm sure there will be cake, baby."

Lead into the restaurant, they paused, allowing Tim to open the doors dramatically. A shout of 'Surprise!' filled the room, along with cheers. Alyssa couldn't help it and bowed, grinning. Chris pulled her into a quick kiss, much to the delight of the crowd.

And then the party began.



"You know," Alyssa's index finger poked Chris's shoulder, "we're lucky you don't drink any more. Because I'm fucking smashed. And someone has to make sure we get home all right."

Chris chuckled, wrapping his arms around her to keep her from falling, "Not that you drive anyways."

"Right," she nodded sloppily. "Driving sucks. Will you suck, Chris?"

His eyes looked into hers, "What, Lyssa?"

"Suck, Chris. Will you suck?"

"Suck what?"

"I need to pee," she announced. "Where's the potty?"

"This way," he lead her over to a set of doors. "Do you want me to come in with you?"

"I can pee without ass...ass..... help," she slurred.

"All right..." Chris replied, releasing her.

Stumbling towards the doors, she pushed through them. Waiting nearby, he was pulled into a conversation. Meanwhile Alyssa stumbled through another door. However it was not the bathroom door, but rather a door out to the alley.

"Funny potty," she muttered, wandering over to the wall. "No toilets."

With a shrug Alyssa squatted and reached to pull her panties aside. But then she remembered those had been left in the car or were in Chris's pocket, she wasn't entirely sure.

Relieved of the pressure on her bladder, she stood and looked around, "No sinks either. Stupid potty. Find one somewhere else."

Weaving towards the door, her fingers wrapped around the handle. She jerked. It didn't open. Leaning towards the handle, her glazed eyes looked over the handle, trying to decide how it opened. There was nothing to indicate if it was a push or pull or twist or anything. So Alyssa shook the door.

Locked in the 'bathroom', tears started to form in her eyes. Her flat palm slapped the steel door, hoping someone, anyone would let her back into her party. When no one came, she leaned against the wall and slid down, her silk skirt barely missing the puddle she squatted over. Her hands moved to cover her face, until she remembered she hadn't been able to wash them and wasn't about to touch her face like that.

Eyes on the door to the bathroom, concern touched Chris's features. Excusing himself from the conversation, he approached Selene, "Lyssa went to the bathroom fifteen minutes ago. Will you go check on her?"

"Of course, darling."

Following her down the hall, he waited just outside the bathroom door, craning to see inside before the door swung close. Seeing nothing he frowned, just knowing something was wrong. Selene reappeared a moment later.

"Chris, she's not in there. Anywhere," she stated.

He turned and pushed into the men's restroom, hoping she had just been unable to tell the genders apart. His eyes scanned around, pushing open the few stalls. Someone spoke to him, but Chris said nothing in return, far more concerned that there was no Alyssa than anything else.

"She's not in there either," he claimed as he reappeared. "Where could she have g—"

Selene pointed to the door at the end of the hall. Stalking over to it, Chris quickly pushed the door open. Eyes searched the dark alley, until snapped down to the sound of a whimper next to the door. There Alyssa squatted, apparently very distraught, and still very drunk.

Gently Chris helped her to stand again, paying no mind when her arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him tightly. She muttered something about always being stuck in the bathroom with no toilets or sinks. It took him a moment to realize that she had thought she was locked in the bathroom.

"Baby, you're not in the bathroom. You're in the alley," he said gently, glancing at Selene who held the door open to allow them back into the building.

"Alley?"

Chris nodded, "Let's go get you cleaned up. Then we'll go home."

"I don't want to go home, Chris," she claimed, letting him guide her in. "Kids not see me like this."

"The kids aren't home tonight, love," he stated.

"You hate me, don't you?" Alyssa asked, tears staining her cheeks again.

"Not at all."

"You hate me just like you did that time in Seattle."

"What time in Seattle?" he asked before he had a chance to stop himself.

"When we had sex," Alyssa answered.

Chris stopped, causing Alyssa to stumble into Selene's arms, "I didn't hate you in Seattle."

"Yes, you did. You kicked me out of the apartment. Told me to never come back," she claimed, letting Selene guide her towards the bathroom.

The colour drained from his features. He wasn't entirely sure what she was talking about, but it certainly wasn't the past few visits they had to Seattle. And that was the only time they had ever had sex in Seattle...... right?

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Chris pushed into the bathroom. Focusing his attention on Alyssa's current state was more important. And currently that was hunched over a toilet, emptying out her stomach. Without even a thought he moved into Selene's place, holding Alyssa's hair back, supporting her.

But her words haunted the back of his mind....