AN: Um, HUGE, MAJOR, MAJOR spoilers for May 12ths episode. The . Literally. HUGE! Do. Not. Read. If. You. Haven't. Watched. Unless you just don't watch the O.C. in general and stumbled across it.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.. or I wouldn't have cried during the so much.

He wasn't happy with Kirsten's drinking.

She promised, promised she had quit. Just like that. Cold turkey. No wonder he didn't believe her. It's not that he didn't have faith in his wife.. it's just that.. you can't stop like that. Even if she was in a car accident that almost killed her. He knows. He knows because he went through the entire thing when he was only sixteen, living in the Bronx. Driving a car, wasted. He was an alchoholic. Was. Sandy knows a lot more than Kirsten thinks.

That's why Sandy took on the Daddy role.

Then he finds the bottle of vodka in her purse, sitting there as if mocking him. Looking at me, I'm so fucking addicting. I've got your wife hook, line and sinker. With every drink she dives a bit deeper.. It was laying there in its clear, crystal form. Scarring her. Burning her. On the inside.

He knows why she does it. He just deeply wishes that Kirsten would find a healthier way to relieve her stress. Her depression. Knitting.. writing.. hell, cooking. He'd brave eating one of her meals if it meant no alcohol would be consumed by her.

He loved her.

Damnit, he loved her.

He couldn't stand there and watch her life fade grain by grain. Would they ever achieve happiness again? There was so much. Rachel. Rebecca. Carter. Portland.

Seth. Ryan.

Themselves.

He's all set to throw her bottle of vodka against the wall and monitor her every move just so she doesn't drink anymore. He's all ready to send her to rehab and get her help. He's all ready to take her liscence so she can't purchase alchohol anymore.

Then, as he's ready to do all this, the phone rings. And he picks up. It's Julie, panicking, freaking out.

Suddenly, the world is a blur because Caleb is dead.

Him and Kirsten stand, eye to eye. Frozen in this world that is only half real, but 100 drama and hurt. Pain. Tears. Sweat. Maybe it was all an illusion.

But it's not because Kirsten quickly thaws and grabs the bottle of vodka and Sandy doesn't stop her but rather holds her in his arms while she sat there numbly, eyes glazed over and drinking the vodka in its pure, crystal form.