Hello! I have decided to write a Lip/OC fanfic because of two reasons: I always thought that crazy young recluse ladies are amazing (I happen to be one) and that I hate Karen. Let's face it, she's a mean slut that's totally messed up. If you like Karen, then you may be offended multiple times throughout this piece because I don't exactly paint her in a good light.

Anyways, this takes place somewhere when Fiona and Steve were still all lovey with each other, and Karen as broken Lip's heart because she hooked up with some biker dude and has dumped him. Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

"New York can be crazy, don't you guys think?" called Steve from the driver's seat as they drove over the bridge into Manhattan. Fiona sat shotgun, taking turns looking at the maps and gawking out the window at the sights.

Deb, Carl and Lip sat in the back, and Liam was curled into a ball on Deb's lap. Deb and Carl where completely passed out. Ian had decided to catch a ride on the bus after his shift at the Kash & Grab ended later on. Lip stared out the window but wasn't really looking at the sights as they flew past him in a blur. All he could see was cold blue eyes and choppy, faded blonde hair. Karen. She left him for some guy named "Fang". Lip thought he could finally draw her away from that shit, but apparently she didn't care for him like that. He thought she could be his girlfriend. He loved her, though in truth he didn't want to admit it, because the last time he did, she fucked his old man on video.

"You okay, Lip?" called Fiona from the front.

"Fine," muttered Lip, still looking out the window. Storm clouds loomed over the city, shading the city of lights an eerie gray.

Fiona shrugged, letting it drop for now. She turned to Steve. "So, okay. What is your plan again?"

He chuckled. "Well, I planned to give you guys a much-needed vacation away from Frank. And I will, but our living accommodations might change. I had planned to stay at this really nice hotel in the nice side of Brooklyn, but I remembered a friend I have here. Well, she's a distant cousin," he paused. "Not much older than you, Lip."

"Yay for her," Lip snapped, still looking away.

Steve started in again. "Anyway, I called her, and finally deduced that we may get to stay there for the week."

Fiona raised her eyebrows. "'may'? What the hell does that mean?"

Steve scratched his head nervously. "Well, she isn't…lucid sometimes."

"LUCID?" Fiona almost screeched.

"She is very eccentric, is all," he amended. "I was really hoping to have you over there because she's awesome. Her house is awesome. She has permanent residence in this hotel called the Waldorf-Astoria, where some of the Greats stayed, like Janis Joplin and Bob Dylan. I just remember that it was a wonderland, filled with a bunch of, ah, oddities. I thought you guys would love it; escape to another world for a bit, you know?"

Fiona looked almost….excited. "Okay. But I warn you, if I don't like her…"

Steve looked almost hurt. "You won't, I promise!"

Lip just rolled his eyes. Then thought of something he couldn't help asking aloud: "How does she have permanent residence in the Waldorf?"

"Her parent's died a long time ago, but no one really claimed her. Her parents where, let's just say, almost priceless within themselves, and left everything to her. But she didn't have a godparent, so she went to her closest companion: the ninety year old maid, Heidi. Heidi cared for her till she was twelve, then Heidi died. But before she did, she set it up so that the girl would live in the Waldorf, where Heidi's family had worked loyally ever since it had opened, forever, and that she would receive a certain amount of money each year to get her along. And by "along", I mean "never want for anything"."

"I can't believe this," Lip looked back out the window.

They stood in front of the door leading into the King Royal Suite, on the very top floor overlooking Manhattan. Steve tentatively knocked, and everyone but Lip held their breath.

Suddenly the door swung open. On the other side stood a strange being that had Lip catch his breath. She had on five layers of colorful tutus that hit her knees and fluffed out in an array of colors. Her shirt was sky blue and said in loopy print "Let's put the 'fun' back in 'funeral'!" Her fire-red hair billowed down around her back in loops and curls down to her thighs. She had on only one battered leather boot three sizes too big. Wispy red curls fell into eyes such a dark green they looked almost black. Pale hands gripped a stuffed bunny.

Steve sighed. "Vivette Vorahnov, you have gotten…worse."

She narrowed her lovely eyes at him, then gasped and snapped her head back. "You are LATE!"

"We never agreed on a time, Vivette."

She scoffed before turning around and disappearing back into her lair. "I agreed on a time with myself, silly man."

Steve looked at them all with a reassuring smile. They probably all wore the same shocked expression. He followed her, and they followed him.

The hall they entered was dimly lighted by candles, but Lip could see that she had obviously just thrown buckets of different paint colors on the wall to create mash of colors, then not bothered to clean up, because paint had bled on the dark wood floor and had been left. They entered a circular room with about five beds scattered throughout, all with piles upon piles of fluffy, colorful comforters. That seemed to be the seating arrangement. Bottles of various colors and designs hung down from the ceiling from twine, and each had a little light inside it, making each one glow. The parts of the ceiling you could see was painted with constellations and white Christmas lights, all filtering a soft, colorful glow on everything.

Books where littered everywhere, huge chunks of paper ripped out of them like a madman had set into them. Their uses where obviously the origami cranes, dragons, and other mythical creatures scattered about in over-abundance. A cat lounged serenely on the lop of a settee in the corner, apparently all his own. An old bloodhound raised it's head oh-so slowly off it's resting place on one of the beds at their arrival.

Knick-knacks where everywhere, piled in mountains and all across the floor. A fountain sat in the very center of the room, made out of light green jade. Scraps of fabric wound around wires gave the illusion of a cloth waterfall, falling to a pool of pillows and yarn in each tier.

While the rest stared in shock at what really was a wonderland in the heart of New York, Lip drifted off to look at a small ruby-encrusted dagger placed gently on a pillow on a shelf made out of what where-he hoped-imitation bones. He reached up to touch it, but suddenly heard a screech behind him and he froze in disbelief at what he heard: "Touch that and I'll use it to slice off your nut sack for a coin purse!"

Like it? No? Review! I hope you enjoyed this, and Vivette and I graciously await your responses! Vivette says….. "The clouds look like rabbit's here!"