Hello to all! It's my first attempt at writing fan fiction and this idea has been sitting in my head for a while. Please follow and review, I'd love to hear your feedback to help me improve my writing, and to know if I should actually continue this story.

All characters are the property of Jenji Kohan and Piper Kerman. I am just borrowing them with absolutely no purpose of making any money.

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Chapter 1

Alex's POV

Five years had passed since that awful day in Paris. Despite having resurfaced from hell, Alex still had harder days where Piper could not escape her mind. The two years following Piper's departure, Alex had given in to using the poison she sold. At first, Heroin provided relief from the pain the blond had caused, and from the injustice of her mother's death. But as time passed, even the pain remained when she was high, and it only made her cry endlessly for hours. So being the stubborn and determined woman that she still was, she stood back up, entered a rehab facility, and became once more the great Alex Vause. Kubra still viewed her as one of the best importers, and was grateful for her coming back fresh. For the next three years, she worked for him assiduously and went as high as one could get inside this business.

This week, however, would be a tough one. Not only did Alex need to conduct business in Brussels, where things had started to go downfall for her and Piper, but she also needed to meet Kubra in Paris, and then fly back to the States for her best friend Nicky's wedding to Lorna. Alex was looking forward to the wedding, but Brussels and Paris, not so much. For the past five years she had avoided these places, but Kubra made it an imperative that she go herself to the meetings this time. Waiting for her plane to take-off for Brussels, Alex could not stop herself from thinking about Piper.

What is the blond doing now? Is she living the perfect middle-class, heteronormative life her mother so badly wanted for her? Has she found herself a nice husband? Does she have children? Some of these questions just gave Alex a head-ache. Why did she still care so much? After all, Piper had abandoned her on the day her mother die; she didn't deserve being thought about. So Alex took a sleeping pill to get through this transcontinental flight without her memories taunting her.

Brussels had gone smoothly. Paris was a little harder, but she was so busy she did not see the time fly, and soon enough she was back on a plane to the US with 500'000 extra dollars in her offshore bank account.

When she arrived in New York, Nicky was here to greet her.

-"Hey Vause, you look like Hell! No one ever tell you sleep on overnight flights?"

-"Shut up Nichols. How's the fiancé?"

-"Well, it's Lorna you know! I'm basically not allowed to enter the apartment as she keeps trying on her dress. She's even put me on the 'no sex until we get married' regime."

-"Your hormones must be dying; you sure you won't jump on me?"

-"Says the girl without a partner."

-"I don't need stability to get what I want when I want it Nichols, surely you know what I mean."

-"I do Vause, I do. But we gotta find you a real girl! It's been fucking five years!"

-"It's not written 'desperate' on my forehead Nicky. That would be you for sex with Lorna."

-"Damn Vause, you've become embittered. Now we really gotta do something!"

The two of them joked around on the car ride to Alex's place. She had never sold the apartment she shared with Piper. She had simply changed in completely. No memories of the blond remained, except for the few pictures packed at the bottom of boxes stored in the building's basement. And anyways, she was barely ever in New York anymore.

Nicky and Lorna's wedding was the next day, so she had the evening to herself. Like her good old self, she grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the couch with a good book. Kubra had given her one week to relax after the great deal she made, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

15 minutes later, Alex's phone rang. It was a text from Cynthia, an ex hook-up of hers.

-Let's hit the club tonight! Celebrate your return! Olivia and Tess are also up for it!

This had Nicky written all over it. Of course Nichols had warned their friends (or mere sex buddies) that Alex was back, so that Alex would "get some". Despite her lack of enthusiasm, Alex decided to prove a point to Nicky and go. Besides, she did miss the New York night-life.

At 11pm she was in front of the club and met her three friends. Their reputation at the club allowed them to skip the waiting line and get the best table at the VIP corner. Sitting down, Alex decided that she might as well make this a constructive night and find some mules. She needed some more anyways. After three Redbull vodkas, the four friends hit the dancefloor.

-"Girl, you still can move!" said Cynthia. "We've missed these nights in your company."

-"Well, what can I say, there is no other Alex Vause!" Alex relied with her famous smirk.

-"Who's your prey tonight?" demanded Tess.

-"Haven't decided yet; but who said it was one prey?"

-"You'll never change Vause! Even that blond of yours didn't change you."

-"Let the past stay in the past Tess, and let me enjoy my night."

-"Ooh, someone's still defensive!" retorted Olivia.

-"We'll see about that when the evening is over and I go home with someone and you're alone", Alex replied on a daring tone.

With that, she left the group to dance with a tall brunette she had been eyeing. Three songs later, she was thirsty. "Can I get you a drink?" she asked. The tall brunette accepted and both women went to the bar.

-"I'm Simone," said the Brunette.

-"Alex", Alex replied with her usual smirk.

-"Well Alex, I have a table with some friends over in the corner. Care to join us?"

-"Who could say no to your pretty eyes?", replied Alex.

-"I'll have to warn you, we're regulars and some of my friends are as high as kites. I hope you don't mind that."

Alex answered with her smirk, and the two women headed to the far corner of the club. This would be perfect. Simone seemed like one of those rich daddy's girl, and she would have no problem finding what she wanted for her business among the girl's crew.

-"Hey guys, this is Alex. She'll be joining us for the champagne you ordered Carl."

Alex looked around the table. About ten people, both men and women, were sitting drunk or high to bits and laughing or staring out in space. She spotted a few girls who would make perfect mules, and was determined to engage is conversation. She couldn't really see the people further back as it was too dark.

After about 10 minutes of talking with her new "friends", a girl sitting in the back, obviously extremely high, kept moaning incomprehensible things. Alex could see the girl was blond, but she couldn't quite see her face. For some reason, however, she could not stop herself from looking every other minute.

-"Oh, don't mind her. She comes here and gets high. She's actually nice if you get an actual comprehensible conversation out of her. Milly really likes her so we have her sit at our table every time we're here. But Piper's no danger."

Piper, had she heard that right? Alex glanced back at the almost passed-out woman again and still she could not see her face. But worry streamed through her body. "Excuse me," she said as she moved passed the four people sitting to her right to get to the blond. As she got closer to her, her nightmare became real. The blond woman was none other than Piper Chapman, skin and bones, in delirium due to the drugs. Alex took her left arm and saw more than a dozen syringe marks. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Alex yelled. She froze. How could this be happening? How did Piper come to this? What had happened?

-XX—

Thank you for reading! Don't forget to review! Both encouragements and critiques are welcome. Perhaps a second chapter will come up soon if I see that enough people are enthusiastic about the story!

Again, I do not own any of the characters.

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