This is something that popped into my head ages ago and I'm only just now getting around to writing. I honestly have no idea at this point where it's gonna go or honestly if it's going to be finished. Just a heads-up: I'm terrible at keeping up with multi-chapter stories, but I'm gonna do my very best because Beth makes my heart hurt and I want her alive.

Also, other characters and ships are going to come in later.

Warning: mentions of attempted suicide

I do not own Orphan Black or any of its characters.

The phone clicks down with what would normally be the satisfying sound of hanging up on someone if it weren't cutting her off from her daughter. Again. She knew when she decided to travel back here that regaining custody of Kira would not be and easy feat, especially since Mrs. S had already told her explicitly several times that she would not be granted access to her daughter while living such an "unsavory" life. On a level deep deep down beneath all the anger and resentment she has (more at herself for allowing life to take her in this direction than at Mrs. S for watching out for Kira) she is thankful that her foster mother is so protective of her daughter. It gives her confidence that she will be safe no matter who finds out about her existence.

But she is trying to change. That's why she gave Vic the slip and traveled back here on what little money she could steal from his wallet before she ran out. She wants to be with her daughter and to change her life around so Kira won't have to grow up the same way she did. Although Mrs. S provided Sarah and Felix with a safe and loving (if not somewhat strict) childhood, she knows firsthand what it is like to grow up knowing that your parents did not want you. She doesn't want Kira to have any question in her mind as to whether or not she is loved by her mother.

She wants to kick the phone off of its mounting in her frustration but opts instead for calling Felix. He will be able to talk her down and maybe even help talk Mrs. S down as well. Vandalism is not the answer at this point, and she knows that calling Mrs. S and giving her a piece of her mind isn't the answer either. With an aggravated sigh she scrounges in her pockets for more loose change but is distracted from her task when she hears soft crying coming from the other end of the platform.

She looks up to see a young woman in business attire pacing back and forth with her back turned to Sarah. She looks troubled, but Sarah has enough of her own troubles at the moment. She doesn't have the time to think about anyone else when Kira is on her mind.

Her hands move from pocket to pocket and when they continually come up empty she wants to curse the world. All this way. She came all this way just for her money to run out at this godforsaken train station. No pay phone money means to taxi money either. She lets out another shaky sigh and steels herself for the long walk to her foster brother's loft apartment. She isn't afraid of the streets, though the area he lives in is not exactly the safest. She has never been afraid of the streets, but she isn't looking forward to taking this walk. Not after the shit her evening has already turned out to be. And Felix doesn't even know she is here, so once she gets to his apartment she is very likely to walk in on something that will make her want to bleach her eyeballs.

Before she can turn and walk away she steals one more glance at the woman at the other end of the platform. She has stopped crying and is instead doing something that even Sarah finds strange. She appears to be removing her clothes. She folds her jacket neatly and gently lays it on top of her pumps, standing in stocking feet on the rough concrete surface of the platform.

Sarah finds herself genuinely worried now. She is all too familiar with the "jumpers" that haunt the train stations when life simply becomes too much to bear. She has never seen one in person, but if there was ever a situation like that being presented to her it's this one.

"Oi," she says, stepping closer. She isn't one to meddle in the private affairs of other people, but she finds it even against her own conscience to let this young woman get away with something this extreme without at least trying to do something. She is trying to turn her life around after all. "Are you alright?"

The other woman doesn't seem to hear her, or maybe she is too preoccupied with her own mental state, much like Sarah has been up until this point. It isn't until Sarah reaches out and grabs the crook of her elbow that she turns and Sarah feels all the breath leave her lungs as though she has been punched in the stomach.

She's looking in a fucking mirror. This woman could be her twin. This woman is her twin for all she knows. Sure, her higher class, more sophisticated twin, but her twin nonetheless. Her mind refuses to catch up with her eyes and fully process what she is seeing.

"Who the bloody hell...?" she begins, frozen to the spot by the sight of her own face mirrored in this woman. But there is no sign of recognition, not even a spark to signal that this other woman has even registered the sight of her own face on as ragged a body as Sarah's.

In fact, there's no spark at all. Only dead eyes looking back at her as her mind desperately struggles to catch up with what she is taking in. Although her mind is busy processing through the shock and she feels vaguely numb and tingly all over, one thought is clear above the rest.

This is the face of a woman who has given up.

Sarah recognizes this because she has seen it before, many times. It's something she knows well, even if her mind can't register the fact that she is looking at what seems to be her twin sister.

Before she realizes it, the look-a-like has pulled from her grasp and is walking straight toward the oncoming train. Sarah's breath catches in her throat and time seems to slow down. She hadn't even heard the train approaching. And here's this woman, this woman who looks just like her, and she's about to run headlong into a speeding train.

Time is still moving in slow motion, but she knows one thing.

She can't let this happen.

With reflexes that are fast from her life on the run with Vic she leaps forward and catches the woman hard across the waist. Using her entire body weight as leverage, she jerks her back, the breath leaving her body audibly as they both collapse onto the platform.

"Oh my God," Sarah wheezes, her twin's body weight having landed fully on top of her. "Oh my God." She is slightly dazed from the impact but doesn't let go of the other woman. She feels limp in her arms but Sarah doesn't trust her not to jump up and try again. She keeps them both down until the train has safely passed.

"Holy shite," she mutters, extracting herself from underneath the mostly still woman. She pulls herself up onto her knees and looks down at her. She is breathing slow and deep, staring up at the wooden roof that covers the railway map they are next to. "Are you alright?" The woman doesn't answer and Sarah leans closer. "Holy shite," she repeats. "You've got a right cocktail in you I'll bet." She waves a hand in front of her twin's face but her gaze remains unfocused. Her pupils are blown, something else Sarah is all too familiar with, and she shakes her head. How she was even up and walking is beyond her.

Suddenly she registers that there is a phone ringing from inside the other woman's purse. While normally she wouldn't go rummaging through a stranger's bag she figures that the regular rules don't exactly apply to this situation. She extracts a bright pink phone and rolls her eyes at the color before pressing the answer button.

"Hello?" she says.

"Beth!" calls a harsh, agitated voice from the other end. Sarah winces a little at the abrasiveness of it. "Where the hell are you? Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

"Aah," she says, glancing down at the woman with dead eyes. Beth. She figures they're lucky they haven't drawn a crowd by this point. "Yeah, I'm not Beth. Something's happened. I dunno if she'll talk but..." She is cut off when the line abruptly goes dead. She looks down at the screen, noting that the number is not programmed into the phone and so doesn't have a name to go along with it.

She is very tempted to hit redial and give this person a piece of her mind. This woman just tried to kill herself for goodness sake and her friend can't stay on the line long enough to find out what really happened to her? Before she can make the decision the phone buzzes to life in her hands again. She answers on the second ring. "Oi! Did you just hang up on me?" She doesn't even know the person on the other end, but she has little tolerance for being hung up on.

"Sorry," comes the voice from the other end. It sounds similar, but Sarah can tell from the inflection that she is speaking to a different person than before. "Just one, I'm a few. No family too. Who am I?"

Sarah pauses, wondering if she heard right. "What?"

"Don't worry about it," the voice on the other line says quickly, almost as though she wants Sarah to forget she even heard it. There's a slight pause and she thinks she can hear another voice. "Look, I don't know you, but I have no choice but to trust you for now. Where are you?"

"Huxley Station," Sarah replies without missing a beat. She doesn't have a clue what's happening, but for some reason it feels natural just to go along with it. If nothing else it will take her mind off of her situation with Mrs. S for just a few moments, which is what she had been looking for anyway. "Your friend...she—she tried to jump."

There's a shallow intake of breath on the other end of the line and another long pause. "And you stopped her?"

"Yeah, of course I bloody did!" Sarah replies, feeling a little agitated herself. Whoever this is on the other end of the phone is sounding way too calm about this whole situation. "I barely caught her. She almost made it off the platform." The reality of the situation begins to set in and Sarah is surprised to find that she is shaking just slightly.

"Do you have a car?"

"No," Sarah replies, once again mourning the fact. There is more murmuring on the other end of the line.

"Ok," says the voice. She sounds as though she is trying to sort the whole mess out in her head before speaking. For this Sarah doesn't blame her. It's definitely a mess. "Ok, I'm going to call you a cab. Just get Beth here. Leave the fee to me. Just—just keep her alive, ok?"

"Yeah," Sarah replies, looking down at the still form lying on the platform. "Yeah, got it covered." It shouldn't be too trying a task.

Sarah has no issue getting Beth into the taxi that finally shows up at the train station. After being saved from a situation she did not want to be saved from the woman seems to have gone into a semi-catatonic state, for which Sarah is grateful. She is tempted to snap her fingers in front of her face but figures that she'll be easier to deal with in this state.

She doesn't know where they are going. As soon as they get in the taxi speeds off in the haphazard way that taxis do, and Sarah is too busy trying to put a seat belt on the silent woman sitting next to her to pay much attention. By the time she looks out the window she has no idea where they are.

Finally they pull into a suburban neighborhood. Sarah stares out the window as sterile house after sterile house flash by outside. She begins to wonder what the hell she has gotten herself into but before she can think long the taxi slows to a stop in front of a house that looks exactly the same as all the rest.

She's barely opened the door of the taxi before the door to the house is thrown open. "Beth!" comes a voice of which the owner is still silhouetted from the flood of light that came from the inside of the house. The woman runs out and stops dead at the sight of the two standing by the taxi. For a moment Sarah thinks it's because of the look on her friend's face—that dead-eyed look that Sarah herself is still unnerved by. But then she gets a closer look at the woman who appears to be a soccer mom.

She's looking into her own face once again. Sure, this woman has a different haircut and wears a horrendous amount of pink (all of a sudden she's certain this woman is responsible for the pink phone), but she unmistakably wears the same face. Before Sarah can even open her mouth to ask (or more like demand) an explanation for what the hell is going on a third copy emerges from the house. This one has dreadlocks and wears glasses and Sarah is about to lose it.

"Oh shit," the glasses twin says, eyes going wide. "Another one. We didn't know about you."

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Sarah asks loudly and abruptly, making the soccer mom twin jump and shush her harshly. She takes a nervous glance around the neighborhood, which seems silent, and moves quickly to put an arm around Beth's waist and guide her inside, leaving Sarah to stare at her glasses twin.

"Look man, I know this is weird," she says. She's holding her hands up defensively as she eases around Sarah to pay the taxi driver. "I think...maybe you should just come inside."

The scene playing out in front of Sarah is completely unreal. She's sitting on a chair in the basement of what seems to be her soccer mom twin's house. Her soccer mom twin is easing her suicidal twin down onto the couch across from her as her glasses twin hovers, looking a little nervous.

As sensitive a moment as it is, she can't help herself in asking, "So I can't be the only one that notices this, right?" She gestures between the four of them. The soccer mom twin determinedly avoids her eye but her glasses twin sighs before putting a hand up to push her glasses higher on her nose.

"It's...not easy to explain," she says, making nervous motions with her hands as though she is trying to find the right words. "There's not really an easy or short way to put it—"

"We're clones. We're someone's experiment and they're killing us off!"

Sarah finds herself taken aback by the soccer mom's outburst, finding that for the first time that evening she has nothing to say. She realizes that the woman must be under a lot of pressure right now, but this is the last thing she had been expecting. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, but before she can formulate words there's another unexpected sound that breaks her train of thought.

Over on the sofa Beth, who has remained eerily silent ever since Sarah yanked her away from the train, has broken down. Her face is buried in her hands and the sobs that wrack her body are gut wrenching. Her dreadlocked twin looks unsettled at the sight, confirming Sarah's assumption that this is not a reaction that would normally come from the woman.

The soccer mom, on the other hand, rushes to her side. She wraps an arm around her and while Beth's sobbing does not subside, she does lean into the touch, almost as though it's second nature. The soccer mom glares at the two sitting across from her.

"You're lucky Donnie and the kids aren't here," she tells them, her voice low and menacing. Sarah figures the anger is mostly directed at her and finds it unfair, being that she is the one that snatched her twin (clone? Could they really be clones?) from the jaws of death and isn't even the one making noise.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually the distraught woman is coaxed off of the couch and into another room that Sarah can't see. The soccer mom shoots her one last glare as they go.

"Bloody hell," Sarah murmurs, watching the door shut behind them. She turns to look at the other woman, who is still visibly shaken. "Clones?"

"Sorry. I wanted to float that whole clone thing a lot softer," she shakes her head and reaches out a hand for Sarah to shake. "I'm Cosima. Try not to mind Alison. She's just...well when it comes to Beth—" She sighs, seemingly unable to gather her thoughts properly. "It's scary. For her to have done that. To try to kill herself." She looks at the door that Alison and Beth retreated through. "She's always seemed like the strong one." She pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before she looks at Sarah again, a small smile playing on her lips. "Welcome to the trip man."

I hope I did the characters justice and you enjoyed! =] Reviews make my heart happy!