A/N: Just a short one-shot that may become more if I'm so inclined. I really like the idea of Alice and FP, so even though he doesn't make an appearance (per se) in this ficlet, I feel like if you read closely enough, he's mentioned ;)

Let me know if I should continue! Bughead would be added as well because what is Falice without Bughead and vice versa?

Xx Kate

Hal Cooper was not far behind his wife as she stalked through the front door of their suburban home still clad in 4-inch gold stilettos, a fiery red and orange jumper dress, and a snake pendant wrapped around her pearly neck. The house would have thought it was welcoming a stranger.

Alice Cooper was just about to continue up the stairs to lock herself away when her husband grabbed her wrist and twisted her around to face him.

"Don't think you're getting off that easy, what the hell is this about?" he sneered, gesturing towards her appearance.

Alice scowled and yanked her arm from Hal's grasp, "What, you don't like it?" She cocked an eyebrow, pursed her lips – waiting for a response from her dim-witted husband. The classic Alice Cooper glare.

Hal inhaled sharply and glowered over her, "It's not the Alice I know. You're not the woman I married. I don't see her when I look at you…like this," he eyed her up and down, but it wasn't approvingly. His gaze held a tinge of disgust.

Alice placed her hand on her hip, "No?"

Hal zeroed in on the gold snake pendant and frowned, "No."

Alice rolled her eyes and placed her manicured fingers across Hal's chest, "Well," she clucked, her voice suddenly sultry, her eyes hooded, "Maybe that's for the best Hal, darling. The old Alice was a stick in the mud." Her fingernails dug into his chest and Hal's breathing hitched. He recovered quickly, holding his stance. He grabbed his wife's hand and gripped it in his own. He squeezed…hard. "A stick in the mud?"

Alice held back her wince and grimaced, "You haven't touched me in years, Hal," she explained through gritted teeth.

"So that's what this is about…getting attention…from me?" His grip softened, so did his tone, his gaze.

What a fool, Alice thought. She couldn't care less if Hal thought of her, touched her, loved her even. She wanted those things…but not from Hal. But it was fun to toy with him, it always had been.

"Do you still find me attractive, Hal?" Alice whispered, stepping between his legs, gripping his solid frame.

"I find you most attractive, Alice, when you're wearing your pink cardigans, those tight skirts, your pearls…not…this," he touched the snake and then stepped back suddenly as if he'd been burned.

"I don't believe that," she bit out, before thinking better of it. She was still a woman after all; a human being with emotions and even the almighty Alice Cooper needed to feel…well, needed.

"What do you mean?"

"You fell in love with me all those years ago because I was like this," she gripped the snake around her neck, "I was the forbidden fruit, I was bitter and juicy, and I tasted good and…wrong," she seethed.

Hal stood speechless.

"You wanted me because you saw a bad girl that you could tame," she continued, on a roll. She was just getting started, riled up, almost taller than her husband in these heels, she felt powerful. But Hal wasn't going to let her get it twisted.

"No, no," Hal interrupted, straightening himself up to face her, "That's just not true, Alice. You may have been a Southside girl when we first met. But I fell in love with you because under those scales I saw you for what you really were…a sweet, kind girl, desperate for a way out."

Alice scoffed, "So you think you rescued me? Is that it? I was damaged goods and you straightened me out, showed me the good life?"

"Well…" Hal began.
"No, Hal! You think this is the good life?" She gestured around the room, "Cold. That's what this life is. Ice cold."

Hal genuinely looked hurt. He stepped back again, creating distance. It was what he was best at.

"I've worked my very hardest to create good life for you and our girls. I don't know what else you could have wanted, Alice. I gave you everything you ever asked for," he said, his eyes almost looked as if they were filling with tears.

A trick of the light, Alice convinced herself.

"You gave me what I asked for, sure. But what I actually needed, you had no idea," Alice whispered.

"Well I'm sorry, Al. I'm not a damned mind reader now, am I?"

"Aren't you going to ask me, now?"

Hal laughed spitefully, "Fine, Alice," he asked, "What did you need?"

Alice lurched forward, suddenly, grasping at the lapels of his jacket.

"Passion," she said, "danger, romance, excitement, something…anything."

Hal searched her eyes for an Alice that he recognized, but he couldn't find her and it left him with nothing but confusion. Alice recognized that.

"You can't give me those things…don't feel bad, Hal. It isn't your fault," she said sadly, her hands falling limp at her sides.

Hal couldn't find words, his breath catching repeatedly in his throat.

"Don't feel bad," she said again.

And with that, she turned on her gold stiletto heels and disappeared up the stairs, the fiery fabric of her train billowing behind her. A burning flame that left trail of singed earth and pungent smoke in its wake.