So background- everything that happened in the real show except for Marissa dying. She went with her dad after graduation and then went to college and now lives in LA.

I don't own the OC yada yada.

Hope you enjoy.

Alex froze when she saw Marissa swaying in the middle of the dance floor. Somehow she knew she'd run into the brunette again. She just didn't know where. In her own club seems like an ironic place.

After watching Marissa for a few more minutes she recognized that look on the taller girl's face. The hollow, emotionless look of the consumption of some sort of drug. Ketamine, morphine…maybe even ecstasy or LSD.

Alex shook her head and turned back to her drink. She knew even if Marissa saw her that night she probably wouldn't remember. Alex would just be a mirage or déjà vu to the brunette.

She swiveled back around and surveyed the crowd. She knew why they came here. It was the same reason Alex herself was there all the time. The fact that she owned it didn't factor in very much. They came because they didn't want to be alone. Some took drugs not to feel or to be able to feel, but they didn't want to be alone doing it. Alex knew she could just as easily drink alone at her apartment but she didn't want to be alone. Belonging is a basic need. Here they could belong without having any attachment to anything. They could be free, but connected to a mass of people all vibrating to the same song, tripping on the same drugs, or checking out the same women. It was true that misery loves company. But so does happiness and numbness and any other emotion. They could come here and have a strange connection with strangers. One where there was nothing more than a passing glance or a drunken stumble to connect them, but that was all they needed.

The blonde checked behind the bar to make sure they didn't need any help before taking off toward the dance floor.

Everything was hazy around Marissa. Nothing seemed real. That's why she liked the drugs. She got them from a coworker two offices over. Some guy who wrote a column or picked out pictures something for the magazine. Marissa didn't care. The drugs he had were great and that's all she cared about.

As she moved with the beat of the floor, everyone around her started to get a small white glow around them. The blue, green, and purple strobe lights flashed around it making the effect stronger. People weren't really people anymore. Just faceless bodies gyrating around her.

Soon she felt two hands rest on her hips and she looked at the intrusion into her euphoric state. There was a sort of halo around the woman holding her. She couldn't really tell who it was because the lights were getting lower and faster. All she could catch were small glimpses. Since the hands on her hips weren't rough, guiding, or even pulling her closer, Marissa just went with it.

Alex confirmed that Marissa was on some sort of drug by the glisten of the skin exposed by her small tube top and the dilated pupils Alex could see even in the bad lighting. When she rested her hands on Marissa's hips, she saw the taller woman look at her for a moment, not seeming to recognize her then resume dancing.

Marissa followed the hands on her hips up to the shoulders and the body. The hips of the body seemed to move like the music was following them instead of the other way around. Someone just the simple swaying of her unknown dance partner's hips seemed familiar to her. The familiarity brought comfort and the comfort with the person caused Marissa to take a step closer and slid her arms to the dancer's shoulders.

The halo around the dancer seemed to fade as the music got darker and slower. Once Marissa cause of glance of blue eyes as the dancer looked toward the DJ booth and the lights flashed at the same time. Finally the outline of her companion started to come into focus. The straight blonde hair, moved with the woman's head. Even in the dark, Marissa could tell that the woman's eyes were closed as she fluid movements continued.

All the focusing on one person was starting to kill the effect of the drug to Marissa twirled in the dancer's arms and pressed herself again the woman.

Alex took a deep breath, inhaling Marissa's perfume. It was the same one Marissa wore so too years ago. Every time Alex would smell it on a passing woman, she'd turn around to see if it was Marissa. Alex blinked and the trance the perfume put on her was gone. She pushed it behind her and continued to dance with the taller woman.

Marissa's body was pressed against Alex and Alex held her there. Not in a controlling way, but in a way to let Marissa knew that's where she wanted her. Marissa's hair brushed against Alex's cheek and Alex's thumb brushed again the skin right above Marissa's pants. The memories of that skin and that hair come crashing onto Alex. She acted like she was over Marissa, but she knew she wasn't. She'd also never admit it out loud.

Suddenly Marissa decided to spin around again, this time her hips were pressing against the dancers. Their bodies seemed to slip into an innate synch that was just as natural as breathing. She could feel the woman's hot breath on her cheek and smell her soft perfume. The smell was familiar. So familiar that Marissa was almost able to pull out who it belonged to in her drug induced haze.

As the song was ending the dancing got slower before it completely stopped, they stood their, their bodies pressed against each other. A flash of light crossed the room and Marissa finally saw the dancer's face.

Alex knew Marissa just recognized her by the confused look on her face. Alex just leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Thanks for the dance, Riss."

The heat from the words made Marissa shudder and just as soon as Alex appeared, she was gone. Assimilated into the crowd. Marissa couldn't find her, mostly because another song started and the lights got dim again. With a heavy sigh, Marissa decided that the sighting of her ex ruined her buzz so she should just head home.

As Alex lay in her office on the couch, the door opened and she immediately sat up. She laid back down when she saw it was one of her bartenders. "You okay?" Morgan asked, tilting her head to the side so that her shoulder length brown hair fell away from her face.

Alex nodded, not even convincing herself. "Sure." She squeezed her eyes closed.

Morgan sauntered over and straddled Alex. She smirked. She knew Alex's moods and what Alex wanted when she was in moods like that. She asked a question she already knew the answer to, "Do you wanna talk about it?" She bent down and nipped at the skin of Alex's neck.

Her reply was Alex deftly flipping their position on the couch and hungrily attacking Morgan's lips with her own.

Marissa just sat on the couch in her apartment staring through the glass coffee table to a spot on the rug. She narrowed her eyes in though. It had been a few hours and a nap since she got home from the club and she couldn't remember what happen or why she had a dream about her ex-girlfriend. "Maybe it wasn't a dream," Marissa mumbled to herself. Marissa bent down to pick up her water from the coffee table and smelled the familiar smell of Alex's perfume. She reached down and lifted a loose part of her shirt to her nose and took a deep breath. She shook her head with certainty, "It wasn't a dream."