Disclaimer: I do not own SVU nor do I own it's characters.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl. Just like most girls of her time, she had flowing golden locks that cascaded over her thin shoulders and washed down to the middle of her back with piercing blue eyes. She held the promise of perfection, the promise of astounding beauty far behind those of her age. Her childhood was like any other. Her father was a senator and her mother was one as well. She was raised to be proper, well natured. Taught to respect others around her, and always keep a calm composure. That was all Alex Cabot's parents asked of her. As she grew older her father considered running for president. It wasn't until this proper angel was at the age of sixteen he actually ran and got elected. So this young girl who had a pretty simple, proper life became the first daughter to President Cabot.
Not everything though, settled with this growing girl. True, she loved her family very much, but she was tired of being so sweet, sugar coating everything and not having a normal life. Constantly sheltered by her parents, always having body guards watching her every move, caged by what is best for the 'family title'. Alex began to feel like it was about time to break free of the bonds that held her in place for so long. It was time to break away, even without their consent.
But not everyone had the sweet life born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Olivia Benson grew up knowing the importance of a well earned dollar. Never did she have things just handed to her. Her father worked at a nuclear power plant, and her mother was a stay at home wife. Everything seemed peaceful and full of bliss. When her parents were married she never worried about having ends meet, but at the age of 5 Liv's parents divorced and parted. Liv, of course, left with her mother. Since then, nothing was easy. Every day was a struggle. Even at that early age she worried whether she would have a roof over her head, a place to sleep, clothes on her back, and food in her stomach. Years and years passed. The brunette grew up, and her beauty blossomed. Soon she was nineteen and finally spreading her wings. She moved to New York City, and soon became a cook at a fancy restaurant. Her pay barely covered all of her bills and the rent for her studio apartment, but she always managed to make ends meet. Soon the beautiful young adult was getting tired of the same routine every day, and prayed every night something would change. And indeed they were going to.
Winter. Such a beautiful time of the year. Mother nature at her best truly. Liv always found comfort in the way the snow slowly was casted down from the heavens above on cold gray sky days. How the nipping air gently bit at the tip of her nose. Or how the ice clung to the trees in central park. Or even how the citizens bustled about the stores and sidewalks now that Christmas was nearing. It was December first and everything seemed to glow as she walked home from work. Father time was pushing forward the hands of time to 11pm. Many people now were going home, and settling in for the night. The stores shut their doors, flipped the open sign to close, and left. Christmas decorations and lights hung in the windows, glowing and glistening. They dimly illuminated the walk ways. A smirk was spread across the young adults tender pink lips. Her black slacks, sleek ebony shoes, and white blouse barely provided any protection from the cold, but she was pleased that she had her black parker on. Pulling it tight around her, she slowly walked down the streets to her place, taking in the breath taking sights.
This season was so busy for Alex's family. Her father working harder and barely ever at the White House, her mother aiding him on his business trips. She was a lone, even if she had a few guards following her. The blonde teen was sick and tired of being a lone, never being able to live how she wanted. Her thin build laid gently upon her window seat in the grand bed room of hers. Blonde locks falling loosely around her, shimmering blue eyes glancing out the front of the yard to her new home. She was sick of this place. She wanted to leave. The little light bulb in her mind lit up brightly. Smirking softly she raced over to her dresser and grabbed a small stash of cash she kept. She dressed for the bitter cold and slipped her way downstairs and outside. She somehow managed to get onto the streets and began to walk towards the bus station. Where to go though now that she was free? What better place than New York City. She had so much about it. So after buying a ticket and one long ass bus ride later she entered New York City at night fall.
Slowly, the first daughter ventured the poorly lit streets. Her dark heels clicking against the cement, amazing blue eyes glancing at the side walk as she continued. Her steps halted when she felt someone grip her right arm tight and yank her backwards. It was some strange man in a business suit.
"Hey suga, how 'bout you come home with me and keep me warm on this cold night?" He asked smirking, tightening his grip on her arm
A look of pure disgust crossed onto her face, lips pursing together. "Uh how about no you creep." Alex sneered, eyes narrowing.
He began to walk down the street, yanking her hard behind him.
She struggled against his grip and tried to yank away from him. "Stop...let me go." She yelped.
Olivia had stopped at a shop window to admire a glistening diamond ring. Oh how she would love to give it to someone special, but sadly she no one. She surfaced from her thoughts when she heard someone yell. She glanced over to see a man pulling a teen behind him. Liv could plainly see that the girl didn't want to go with him. With long strides, provided by her long slender legs, she was in front of the business man. She balled her right hand into a fist and cracked him hard in the face, causing him to black out. He fell to the ground, releasing his hold on Alex.
Alex stood there, shocked that someone had done that. Her blue gaze ventured up the lean form of the cook. "Uh...thank you." She stammered.
A soft smile curled onto her tender lips as she glanced at the beautiful blonde. "No problem. I hate men. Just another one to cause pain to." Liv stated, tone soft and smooth.
The blonde blinked a few times. "Oh excuse my manors, my name is Alex...Dupree." She introduced. She had to keep her last name hidden. The teen didn't want to be sent back to the White House.
"Beautiful name for an attractive young lady. The name is Olivia Benson. You're new to the city?" She returned the introduction.
"Yes how can you tell?" Alex questioned tilting her skull to the side.
"Not many women here take crap here from men." Came the simple, logical reply from the brunette," do you have a place to stay? You can always come home with me and I can make you a hot cup of coffee."
"That would be wonderful, except I like fraphacinos(sp?)." She giggled softly, cheeks warming to the blush seeping in.
"Well then I can make that for you instead. Follow me." Liv laughed softly and began to walk down the street, with Alex at her side.
TO BE CONTINUED...
