A/N: Okay so I don't really have a clue where this came from. But if anyone likes it I have an idea of where I could take it from here.

Derek and I were walking out of the elevator and towards his condo. Well, more like I was walking and he was leaning on me struggling to get down the hallway. We had been out with Julia and Tom for a while and Derek had way too much to drink. I was being good and only had water, as to preserve my voice. Since I recently got the part of Marilyn after Karen totally chocked onstage. I actually did feel kind of bad for her.

I was actually exhausted from all the catching up I had to do. At least I still knew all of the lyrics; I just had to work on the blocking. I was so ready for bed by the time we got back home.

We got to his door; I turned to him.

"You have your key?" I asked. He fumbled through his pocket and eventually pulled out the key and managed to unlock the door. I walked in and set my purse down on the floor and slid my new heels off, which were possibly the most painful shoes I've ever worn. "Derek, I'm going to go get changed." I said and walked toward the staircase. I'd brought my bag over earlier today before we went out. I probably didn't even need to since I have so much shit over here anyway. Derek, of course, followed me up the steps. Which I know means he's not just going to let me sleep.

"Why can't you just leave that on?" he asked referring to the white sundress I had on.

"I'm not wearing this to bed" I said without turning around. I reached the top of the steps and walked into his room.

"I didn't say anything about sleeping…" He grabbed onto my hips and roughly turned me around.

"Derek," I said annoyed. "I have to be at the theater at 5:45. Which means I have to get up at like 4:30 so I can get ready."

"Do I hear a point?" He leaned in to kiss me. If he's going to be like this every time he drinks, I'm never coming home with him afterwards again.

"Derek, I said no." I said as he ignored me and kissed me again.

"Fortunately you're not the one who gets to make those decisions." He whispered in my ear.

"Excuse me?"

"Ivy, quit being a bitch." He slapped me across the cheek and reached for the clasp on my dress. I stood there for a moment in disbelief, and pain. I couldn't believe he just did that.

"I'm going home and you need you sleep this off. Goodnight." I said as I picked up my bag and walked towards the door.

"Have another date?"

"No Derek, quit being an ass. I have to be at the theater in 7 hours."

"Then stay here."

"I'll see you tomorrow." I closed the door to his room and headed to the staircase

"Fine, I'll just call Karen over here." He yelled from behind the door.

"You wouldn't." I said opening the door to his room.

"Wouldn't I though?"

"You win." I muttered looking down.

"Don't I always?"

"You don't win fair but you win." I said looking up at him. Just then Derek leaned me back onto the wall and kissed me. I reluctantly slid my arms around his neck and responded.

The next morning when I woke up Derek's arms were still firmly around me. I roughly got myself out of his grasp, really not giving a shit whether I woke him up or not. I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom and took a shower and got ready to go to the theater. I looked at my cheek in the mirror and there was a bruise there from where he hit me. I loaded up on concealer and bronzer and covered it up. Halfway through doing my make-up Derek came in and put his arms around my waist, nearly causing me to miss my eyelash with the mascara.

"Good morning love." I didn't say anything. "What's wrong?" Did he really not remember anything? I mean I knew he was totally wasted but really?

"I have to get to the theater." I finally responded to him and zipped up my make up bag and walked out picked up my overnight bag and walked out of his room and the condo.

We were doing a run through of the show. Derek had just shown up and we were already on Second Hand White Baby Grand.

"Yes, I still have something beautiful to give…" after singing the last bars I looked down before running offstage and into the dressing room.

"I got her." Derek said standing up from his chair.

"Let me try." Karen said.

"Well I can't imagine how you're going to make her feel any better but go on." She came into the dressing room.

"Ivy," She sat down next to me on the floor. "are you okay?"

"Come to watch me at my worst?" I asked wiping tears.

"No, I already saw that a few weeks ago, that night after heaven on earth." I really didn't want to talk to her, but she was my only choice.

"Derek was drunk last night." I looked down. "He wanted me to do some things and I said no, and he hit me." Karen's mouth came open

"Oh my god are you ok?"

"I'm fine. But then I told him I was leaving, and he said he was going to call you.

"You left then, right?" I didn't respond for a few moments and kept my head down.



"I wish I did. He was going to call you." I looked up at her "You would've done the same thing."

"No Ivy I wouldn't have. I would've left before he had the chance to say or do anything else. He probably would've passed out drunk." I shook my head. I love how she thinks she knows what Derek's like.

"Problem is Derek is the same drunk as he is sober. He would've called you." I said more reassuring myself then telling her.

"I wouldn't have come over." I looked over at her. "I wouldn't have." She shrugged.

"But if the roles were reversed,"

"Which they aren't" She cut me off.

"But if they were, you would. You wouldn't risk anything getting in the way of this part." She didn't say anything; she knew she agreed with me. "Why are you being nice to me? I've been a complete bitch to you since, well since casting."

"You can be really nice when you want to, to people you want to be nice to. You're like the popular friend I never had. And I hate being mean."

"You are so naïve." I laughed. "I guess that's what makes you as nice as you are."

"So are we like friends now?" She asked.

"I guess we are." I smiled, wiping the stray tears from my cheek. Karen's eyes doubled in size as she looked at me. "What?" I got up and looked in the mirror. The makeup that was covering my discolored cheek was gone.

"Hey, Ivy, can we have you onstage for Julia looked up and hesitated. "What happened to your cheek?" Julia rushed over to me. I panicked for a split second.

"Oh, nothing, I just fell down the steps last night after we went out. My heel slid off of one of the steps and I went down." I said and looked over to Karen who rolled her eyes and went over to her chair to prevent herself from saying anything.

"Alright. We're going to run Wolf again."

"Okay, I'll be out in two minutes." I faked a smile. As soon as she walked out I redid the makeup over the bruise and put on my costume for Wolf.

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"I don't have time to talk about this." I said zipping up the dress. I walked out.

"Ivy," I heard the voice but kept going. "Ivy what is going on with you?"

"I don't have time Derek, I have to rehearse Wolf."

"I'm the director if I'm talking to you it doesn't matter." I kept walking. "Ivy!" he roughly grabbed my arms and pulled me into him. "What is the matter with you?" I looked over hoping no one was seeing this. Karen was standing off to my left. Derek saw that I was no longer looking right up at him and followed my eyes. "We'll talk tonight." He whispered in my ear and let go of my arms. I looked over at Karen. I opened my mouth to say something and the music started playing. I turned around and waited for my cue.

A/N: Thanks for sitting through that... Please review so I know who likes it and who hates it.