Hi everyone. I originally published this story at Katie's sweet valley fan fiction site but as that is now closed I thought I would move it here. I'm going to post it gradually but hopefully we'll be caught up to where we were shortly if there is anyone reading this who was reading the original :) It was my first attempt at fan fiction so it's probably not very good but I think it improved slowly. For newcomers it looks at what might have happened if the early Svu books had taken a different route for Jessica and Mike and Liz and Todd.

Chapter 1

"What do you say?" Todd asked.
"What do I say?" Elizabeth repeated, feeling bewildered. "I don't know Todd, it's confusing, I thought it was over between us."
"Liz I am sorry we broke up, I shouldn't have forced the issue of us having sex, it wasn't fair," Todd responded. She was silent for a few seconds, trying to get her head around what he was saying.
Liz looked up, tears in her eyes "It wasn't all your fault Todd, I should have explained my feelings instead of shouting at you, I just didn't know how else to express it," she finished in a whisper, admitting her own part in the ending of their relationship.
"So what now?" Todd asked.
"If you can accept that I'm not ready, maybe we can start again," Liz said smiling faintly, she wasn't ready to give up on their relationship just yet.
"Of course I will, I am not going to let you get away again, not after two years together, but what about you and Watts?"
"Oh that doesn't matter anymore, I think it was sort of like when you went to Vermont in junior year, and I dated Nicholas Morrow, I just needed to fill that space," Liz said quietly, guilt in her eyes, she hated that she'd used Tom like that.
"Does he know that?" Todd enquired, raising his eyebrows.
"No and I am not looking forward to telling him, I thought I'd learnt my lesson after Nicholas."
"It's not your fault, we all make mistakes, look at me," Todd laughed, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Liz laughed as well but then started to cry. Todd took her in his arms. "Hey what's the matter?" He asked in a concerned voice.
"I am just scared, do you think it will last this time?" Liz whispered, hesitation in her voice. Todd kissed her gently. "It will if we want it to." Liz kissed him back casually.
"I do," she said clearly, certainty in her voice. "So do I," Todd replied. "I love you." Liz felt her heart soar at those words.
"I'd better go give my statement to the police about William and the secret society," Liz said gently pulling away, her head returning to the events of that night.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, Tom might be there it will give us a chance to talk," Liz said uneasily, it was one conversation she wasn't looking forward to having.

Tom jumped up from the police bench when he saw her, excitement and worry in his face. "Hi Liz," he said he simply
"Hi Tom, we need to talk."
"Yes." He nodded.
"I-I-I am back with Todd," Liz stuttered, trying to get the truth out as quickly as possible.
"Since when?" Tom asked, his face to the floor.
"Just now," Liz said.
"Oh," Tom said, his voice trembling
"I can't help it Tom," she whispered. " I never stopped loving him."
"What about me?"
Liz opened her mouth to answer but couldn't reply. Tom stormed out of
the station.

Isabella brushed a strand of hair from Jessica's face affectionately. She was sat on the edge of Jessica's bed.
"My advice to you is stay in all day. Forget about everything, even midterms."
"It's not as simple as that Izzy, I am really worried," Jessica choked out looking away, everything threatening to burst out now she'd opened her mouth.
"About what?" Isabella asked gently.
"Everything I- I think -, " Jessica's words were lost as she burst into tears.
"What is it is Jess?" Isabella asked taking her hand.
"I think I might be pregnant," Jessica choked out, the tears coming again.
"Jess, calm down what makes you think you're pregnant?"
"I'm two weeks late," she said, wiping her eyes on the bed sheet. Feeling relief at just saying it.
"A late period doesn't have to mean you're pregnant," Isabella said cautiously, trying to calm her down. "You've been under a lot of stress with midterms and all this stuff with Mike, it could be that," Isabella finished confidently.
"Oh god, what am I going to do?"
"Shh, I am going to go to the drug store and pick up a test for you, there is no point worrying yet." Isabella grabbed her coat off her bed and walked to the door, trying to be logical about the situation.
"Wait," Jessica called anxiously. She didn't want to be on her own. "I'm coming with you."
"Okay," Isbella agreed reluntantly. "I'd better let Danny know I'm not meeting him." Isabella picked up the phone on the table in between the two beds and explained to Danny that she couldn't meet him, not elaborating on why. Jessica listened enviously. She sounds so happy just talking to him, she thought, when did it stop being like that between me and Mike? It is still like that sometimes, but there's always some hidden motive, like not letting on to him that my parents still don't know about us.
"Come on Jess go get ready," Isabella's voice broke into Jessica thoughts. The situation needed to be resolved one way or another.

"Jess don't get yourself worked up again," Isabella said as they entered the apartment later on, struggling to reassure her friend. "You were using protection, it's very unlikely you're pregnant."
"Yeah but it's not impossible is it?" Jessica asked bitterly.
"Well no I guess not," Isabella sighed. "Lets just do the test and find out."
"I - I can't," Jessica stammered unhappily. "I don't want to know"
"You have to know, especially if you're considering a termination," Isabella pointed out truthfully, dragging this out would help no one.
"It's the only thing I'm considering," she answered sternly.
"Let's not talk about that yet," Isabella answered quickly. She wanted her friend to be cautious about making a decision if she really was pregnant.
"Okay, pass me the test," Jessica whispered. "I guess finding out now is better, and besides it's unlikely I am pregnant." Isbella reached in her hand bag and passed her the box
"Thanks Izzy, at least you haven't deserted me," she said with a thin smile and walked to the bathroom.

"It's not the end of the world," Isabella whispered, unsure what to say, looking across at Jessica whose eyes were glaring at the positive test on the coffee table.
"Isn't it?" Was the faint reply.
"Of course it isn't," Isabella said sternly, trying to stop her panicking. "There are lots of options."
"Like I said, there's only one I am even going to think about," Jessica replied firmly. She couldn't face the thought of anything else.
"You don't have to get rid of it, you can bring it up on your own," Isabella continued. "Or maybe Mike-." Jessica snorted. "What?" she interrupted. "Will help me bring it up?" She shook her head. "This is Mike McAllery we're talking about right? Can you imagine me as a mother or Mike as a father? We wouldn't have a clue how to bring up a child."
"Does he have any idea that you're pregnant?" Isabella enquired.
"No and he doesn't need to know either," she stated simply.
"It's your decision Jess, but I think you should tell him, you can't make up your mind on your own, I mean he did his part to get you in this mess," Isabella continued. "He is your boyfriend and the father after all." Jessica looked away, Isabella knew so much already maybe it was time to tell her the whole truth, she couldn't offer any advice until she did.
"Izzy, Mike isn't my boyfriend."
"I know you're staying here and you had that fight last night with Steven, but I didn't realize you'd decided it was over, but it definitely is, is it?"
"I don't mean that Iz, he's my Husband, we're married," she whispered.
"What? Since when?" She asked astounded, she couldn't believe all the revelations she was hearing today.
"Three weeks ago," Jessica answered.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Isabella wondered.
"I tried to that day outside the science building, the first day I was back at school after we got married but you wouldn't let me," she answered in typical Jessica style trying to pass the blame on.
"It doesn't matter now. Who else knows?" She said wanting to avoid a confrontation.
"Elizabeth and Tom that's it and whoever Mike's told"
"So your parents don't know." Jessica shook her head and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. "That's why we keep fighting, he thinks I'm ashamed of him."
"Are you?" She asked bluntly.
"No, I don't think so anyway, I think maybe I'm embarrassed that I'm married at eighteen."
"So how did you get married?" Isabella wasn't sure what to ask, she was still in shock.
"We rode out to Las Vegas, to one of those cheap chapel things, it was actually quite romantic when it was just us, but then when we got back I thought of what everyone would say."
"Does it matter what they think?" Isabella wondered bluntly.
"It does to me I guess, I hate being sneered at," Jessica admitted.
"Well, I guess you definitely have to tell him now."
"What difference does it make?" Jessica asked looking her in the eye.
"A lot, he's your husband, he should stick by you through everything." Isabella paused. "What about Liz can you talk to her?"
"No, and I can't tell Mike, he'll probably just yell and blame me, and I can't deal with that." Jessica answered.
"Surely you have to give him a chance to do the right thing." Jessica looked thoughtful, it seemed harsh not to even tell him what was going on. "Maybe" she answered placing her hand on her stomach where she imagined the baby was growing. She started to cry again and Isabella put her arms around her.
"It will be okay Jess." Though she had no idea that it would be.

Elizabeth entered the station anxiously.
"Hi Tom," she said to his back. He was typing on his computer and didn't turn around to face her. "I came to clear out my desk."
"What about the story?" He asked neutrally.
"I didn't think you would want me about anymore." Tom turned and glared at her a hard look in his eyes. "Why did you lead me on, Liz?"
"I didn't mean to, I do care about you," Liz responded.
"But not enough?" He asked.
"It's not like that, I am attracted to you but I don't know you, you don't let any body in." A hard tone was developing in her voice. Tom stood and walked over to her his body close, his eyes looking directly at hers. "Why don't you get to know me?" He whispered, as he touched her cheek.
"I -I can't," her voice trembled. He leaned in and tried to kiss her but she pushed him away. "This isn't fair, I can't deal with this." She started to quickly gather her stuff.
"What's the problem?"
"How long have you got? Someone just tried to kill me, and I am so worried about Jess and you want me to cheat on my boyfriend" She looked away biting her lip.
"Liz, William's gone and Jess will be fine," Tom said trying to comfort her.
"I don't know how you can be so sure." Liz's voice was full of worry. She glanced at Tom and rushed out of the station.

"Liz, she's married now you have to trust her to work out her own problems," Nina assured Liz. They were sitting in the cafeteria forgetting about their diets for once, she'd needed to talk after her confrontation with Tom.
"But what if she needs me?" Liz replied anxiously.
"She'll get in touch if she needs you," Nina said. Liz's mobile beeped and she reached in her bag and read the text.
"It's from Jess, she wants me to meet her at Isabella's dorm." Worry shone in her eyes.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Nina asked. Liz shook her head, dazed.
"Come on I'll walk you there." Nina told her reassuringly.

"Jess, what is it?" Liz asked instantly as Jessica opened the door. Jessica hesitated.
"I-I wanted to let you know I won't be at home for a few a days, I'm staying with Isabella for a while," Jessica stammered. Liz sighed, her twin's traumas were becoming too much for her to handle. "What's happened?"
"We had a fight with Steven, and I wouldn't tell him we're married."
"God, What did Mike say?"
"Nothing. I didn't give him a chance to say anything." Liz's eyes fell on the clock behind Jessica.
"Jess, I have to go I've got a mid-term, I'll come back later ok?"
"No it's okay, I'm fine," Jessica answered, wanting her sister to go, now that they were actually face to face she couldn't bare to tell her the truth about what a mess her life was.
"Really?" Jessica nodded forcing a smile. Isabella came out of the bedroom as Jessica closed the door. "Why didn't you tell her the real problem?" She asked. Jessica headed towards the bathroom. "I just couldn't, I changed my mind." Jessica frowned. "Don't look at me like that." The phone rang as Jessica reached the bathroom door, she paused as Isabella answered it, part of her wondering and maybe hoping that it was Mike.
"Mike I'm sorry, Jessica doesn't want to talk to you right now." Jessica walked over to Isabella and signalled for her to give her the phone. Are you sure? Isabella mouthed. Jessica nodded.
"Hi Mike," Jessica said uneasily.
"No I'm sorry not yet."
"Mike, I told you, I can't come home." She sighed. "I guess, I don't know."
"Okay I'll wait outside for you." She put down the phone and looked at
Isabella. Isabella looked worried. "You don't have to go back," she said.
"Yes I do, I love him," Jessica whispered, not sounding very certain.
"Maybe if you stay here for a few days - ." Jessica was shaking her head.
"He's my husband, I can't just walk away."

The corvette screeched into the parking lot, stopping in front of Jessica. She opened the door and climbed into it, not daring to speak the first word. He started to drive home, his eyes straight on he road ahead.
"Hi Mike" she whispered. There was no answer.
"I'm - I'm sorry I lied, I didn't -"
"Mean to? Yeah, yeah," he interrupted bitterly.
"I went to Isabella's to clear my head," she told him.
"Whatever," Mike mumbled, he flicked up the volume on the car stereo. Jessica decided to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the journey.
"Our mail box is full," she informed him as they entered the foyer of their apartment building. He ignored her and walked up the stairs to their floor. She sighed and collected the mail and then followed him up to their apartment. The door was shut and she had to get out her key. Only a few of the lights were on. He was in the kitchen, reading a magazine.
"Mike, I'm tired I think I'm just going to go straight to bed. Are you going to come with me?" He didn't glance up.
"No." He muttered. When she woke up in the morning he was asleep on the couch and she
didn't bother to wake him before she headed off to college.

Jessica walked into an apartment that evening which was lit with candles, she looked in the living room and dining alcove. The table was set for two and there were fresh sweet smelling flowers in the vase.
"Mike?" She called. She heard footsteps and Mike came though the kitchen door, an apron tied around his waist.
"Hi Jess." He smiled nervously.
"What is this Mike?" She whispered, gazing at him.
"I wanted to make up for last night, I was wrong, I shouldn't have asked you to come back if I was going to treat you like that."
"I shouldn't have ran away in the first place." She said looking around the room. Mike stepped closer to her. "Let's just enjoy tonight, forget about everything." Jessica nodded. "What did you make?"
"I made your favorite pasta in a chicken and mushroom sauce." Mike told her.
"Um sounds delicious." She licked her lips.
"And I picked up some wine, it's that expensive stuff that you said you liked." He smiled.
Jessica's heart fell, and she forced a smile. Maybe I can get away with just a little bit, then he won't notice, she thought her conscience taking over, even if I am going to have an abortion, I can't just kill our baby.
"Mike can't we have some orange juice instead? I don't fancy wine," Jessica asked casually, hoping he wouldn't question it.
"I don't think orange juice goes quite as well with a meal like this." Mike teased with a wink. What am I going to do? She thought desperately. I can't tell him, I just can't.
"Mike I said I don't fancy any wine," Jessica snapped. Mike's eyes lost some of their sparkle. "Okay whatever you want," his voice was neutral. He walked back into the kitchen. She followed him.
"Mike I am really sorry, I didn't mean to snap, I'm just really tired."
"I don't want to fight," Mike said awkwardly, sounding tired himself.
"We don't have to let's just enjoy the meal." She smiled her warmest smile at him.

"Jess there's something I want to give you." Mike said softly, after they'd finished their meal.
"Oh, what is it?" He pulled a velvet box out of his pocket and placed it gently in her hand.
She stared at the ring box astounded but didn't open it. "Mike what is this? I mean it can't be an engagement ring, we're already married." She stopped, realising she wasn't talking much sense.
"Just open it then I'll explain," Mike urged. It was a beautiful gold band with diamonds encrusted in it. "I think you deserve a real wedding ring not just that bit of tat I gave to you. I know it's not actually a traditional wedding ring but I thought it was more your sort of style," he finished. This must have cost a fortune, she thought half happily and half unhappily. "Mike it's perfect," Jessica assured him before frowning. "But it must have cost so much, can we afford it?" Jessica gazed into his eyes, trying to understand why he was doing this.
"You don't have to worry about that." Mike pretended to pout. "But if you don't want it I can always take it back."
"Who said I didn't want it?" She shrieked, she leaned in towards him and kissed him on his cheek. Mike smiled. He stood up and walked over to the stereo in the living room and put a record on. Love me tender filled the room, it was their song. He took her hand.
"May I have this dance?" She stood up and he pulled her close and they gently swayed to the music. He rested his chin on top of her head and sighed contentedly. Both happy not to be fighting for once. "I love you so much, Mrs. McAllery." He whispered, his voice husky. Jessica kissed his lips gently at first, Mike tightened his hold on her and their kiss quickly developed in passion, he started undoing her blouse and she responded by slipping her hands between their bodies and unbuttoning his jeans, then he lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the couch. They tore off each other clothes and he made passionate love to her.

"Mike, I'm really thirsty," she breathed after one final kiss, with a pleading smile that made him melt, deciding to take advantage of his improved mood. "Okay baby, I'll go fetch you a drink," he replied as breathless as her. Mike climbed off her and slipped on his underpants, picking them up from the pile of clothes which had been discarded on the floor, then he went into the kitchen. She sat up on the couch and leaned over to pick up Mike's shirt from the pile of clothes and quickly put it on, buttoning it up, she didn't want him focusing on her body. Mike returned to the room with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Mike handed her a glass and poured some wine into it.
"Mike I don't want any," Jessica moaned. Mike sat down beside her and poured himself some.
"Come on baby, I just want us to have a toast, I want it to be perfect," he murmured.
"Mike please."
"Just one little glass, baby for me, please." He gently slid his arm around her waist. One glass won't hurt, she thought. Even with the wine you ended up having at dinner? Her guilty conscience asked. She couldn't face disappointing him.
"Okay." She grinned. He gave her a kiss.
"To us," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.
"To us," she repeated and they clinked their glasses and drank the wine.
"Um, this is nice," she murmured. "Mike when did you get the ring?" She asked smiling, holding out her left hand so she could see it. He looked away, clearly not wanting to remember the time. "You know the day your parent's were here, well after we you know, did what we just did in the back of the Buick, I went to the jewellers before I came home." She knew why he hadn't given it to her, it was the day when they'd had a huge fight about her not telling her parents and she decided not to question it anymore. She rested her head on his shoulder. Mike smiled at her and reached for the bottle of wine on the coffee table and poured some more in her glass. She groaned and Mike noticed. He sighed. "What's the problem? You've always liked wine before." His voice had a hint of irritation.
"I don't want any now." She lifted her head, she was becoming irritated herself.
"Why not? You said you liked it two minutes ago. What's changed?" The tone in his voice was one of annoyance. Maybe it was the hormones in her body, she hadn't really even been provoked, but the words were out before she could stop them and she instantly regretted them.
"I'm pregnant that's what's changed around here," she snapped back. Mike dropped his glass and looked like he'd been slapped. "What? You're kidding right?"
"No," she whispered tears trickling down her cheeks, spilling the wine from her own glass. He jumped up from the couch, not making a move to comfort her.
"How long have you known?" He asked, his voice lacking in emotion.
"I did a test yesterday. It was positive," she said faintly.
"But how? We - " He wondered dazed.
"By having sex, I presume," Jessica interrupted with mild sarcasm.
"I mean we were careful, we were using condoms and then you went on the pill."
"Nothing is a hundred percent full proof." Jessica answered.
"I need some air." Mike said faintly, he picked up his jeans and went into the bedroom closet to grab a shirt. Jessica silently watched him tears spilling down her cheeks. He grabbed a jacket and went to walk out the door. He stopped suddenly with his hand on the door and came back into the room, pacing in front of the couch. He turned to face her.
"Those tests can be wrong can't they?" He asked clutching at straws.
"I'm over two weeks late for my period, Mike," she said dubiously. Tears filled his eyes.
"What am I supposed to do," he said confused, asking the question to himself more than to anyone else.
"Mike that's just it," she jumped of the couch and grabbed his hands. "You don't have to do anything, I am going to have an abortion."
"What? You just decided this?"
"It's best for everyone. Me, I can still have a career. You, you don't want to be a dad yet and for the baby who wouldn't be wanted anyway."
"Maybe," Mike whispered.
"God how did we get into this mess?" She burst into sobs, her face in her hands and sank onto the couch. Mike's face softened and his tears trickled down his own cheeks. Mike walked over to her and wrapped his warm muscular arms around her.
"It'll be fine, we'll manage somehow." He whispered. She put her head on his shoulder.
"But how?" Jessica whimpered. He didn't answer straight away.