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A/N This is an AU. Not horridly AU but Olivia has an 18 year old son. Takes place in season 12 but the Calvin plot never happened. Enjoy (AND REVIEW!) but mostly enjoy :)

Olivia's apartment, 6:30 AM, Friday.

"Jeremy! Get out of bed now! You're gonna late!" shouted Olivia to her eighteen year old son.

"A few more minutes," Jeremy muttered as he turned over on his bed knocking his pillow to the floor but made no move to retrieve it.

"In a few minutes you'll be late," argued Olivia. "Come on! Up and out now!"

Jeremy muttered something before he pulled the blankets over his head, trying in vein to block out his mother's voice.

"Jeremy Bryan Benson, I WILL come in there with a glass of ice water! Now get up!"

"Christ almighty, have a fucking aneurysm," he mumbled as he staggered out of bed, tripping on the various debris on the floor of his bedroom.

Jeremy slowly shuffled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair as his reflection stared back at him.

To call him good looking would almost be an insult to his features. His dark brown hair that he gelled into a careless mess on a daily basis now laid flat against his head and his dark brown eyes made even more prominent by the silver ring he had pierced in his lid when he was sixteen were half closed with exhaustion. A dark scruff invaded his chin but he had decided from the moment he stepped out of bed that it was too early to shave.

He peeled off his shirt and the well formed muscles he had built up over the years rippled under his olive tone skin as he stretched while he let out a roar of a yawn. The ferocious looking tiger tattoo on his right forearm appeared to be almost attacking as he reached his arms up to the sky and let out a moan of weariness. Today was gonna be a long day…

Jeremy reached up and took out the earrings he had put in his ears the previous day and decided that today would be a simple black ball kind of day.

After he was finished in the bathroom he returned to his room and stumbled over to his dresser and pulled out the first things he saw; a simple baggy black T-shirt with a pair of baggy jeans with a hole in the knee to perfect the 'I could care less' image he had worked so hard to achieve throughout the years.

He checked himself once more in the mirror hanging on the all next to several band posters before he grabbed his bag as well as his phone and his supplies he would need for the day. He left the confines of his room shutting the door behind him.

"What do you know, it's alive," Olivia chuckled as she sat at the table with a cup of coffee as he staggered in the kitchen.

"Regular comedian," he muttered as grabbed a can of coke out of the fridge and sat down at the table.

"Coke for breakfast? Don't you think you should have something a little healthier than that?" asked Olivia as she eyed the offensive car wearily.

"Nope," he said before opening the soda and downing half of it.

Olivia rolled her eyes to the heavens before finishing the last few drops of her coffee and looked at Jeremy who was fiddling with his IPhone.

"So I went upstairs and changed your sheets yesterday.

"Yeah I noticed, thanks," he told her not looking up from the tiny screen.

"You want to know what I found?"

Jeremy looked up from his player to Olivia and shrugged. "My playboys?" he said causally.

"No," she said dryly. "Although I'll be sure to look out for them next time I'm up there. I did, however, find this."

Olivia reached into her pocket and pulled out a dangly gold earring. Jeremy shrugged carelessly as he eyed the earring without interest. "It's probably yours."

"No, actually, it's not. Do you know whose it is?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"It was in your bedroom and unless there's something you need to tell me about yourself then it belongs to a girl."

"Yup. What's the big deal about that? A girl lost her earring in my room."

"What was her name?"

"I'm not sure."

Olivia's eyes widened as his words hit him. "You're not sure? How many girls have you had up there? Jeremy, you know that's against the rules!"

"I'm eighteen years old I think I should decide when I get to have a girl in my room."

"Jeremy, we've talked about this," sighed Olivia. "I don't want you to make some mistake that'll cost you the rest of your life."

"I'm not gonna get a girl pregnant will you relax?"

Jeremy drained the rest of his soda and got up from the table and went over to her. "I promise, mom, nothing is going to happen. I'm smart enough to know to wrap it up."

Olivia cringed at the use of words but never the less nodded at his blunt statement. "I know you're smart but you can't blame for worrying though."

"Oh Christ," he mumbled as Olivia stood up and hugged him. Jeremy groaned in annoyance before he tentatively hugged her back. "There. We've had our little mother son bonding time now can I get to school?"

"Yes you fulfilled the 'mother son bonding' time limit for the day you can go," Olivia told him releasing the hug and sat back down to enjoy the few times she didn't have to be into work early.

Jeremy grabbed his bag from beside his chair, put his books that were sitting on the table haphazardly into it and slung it over his shoulder.

"Hey Chris might be coming over after school alright?"

"Alright. I might not be home so there's pot roast in the fridge if you get hungry."

"Yeah okay. Two teenage boys, each with jobs, heat up food for dinner in Manhattan. Nice try."

"What can I say, I like to dream".

Jeremy chuckled before he went to the door and opened it. He had just stepped out into the carpeted floor before turning back to Olivia. "Can you do me a favor today and I'll pay you back when I see you again. Can you pick me up a carton of Newport's?"

Olivia groaned in annoyance at his request and eyed him with aggravation evident in her features. "Jeremy, you promised me-"

"That I would cut down and I have," he interrupted, "I'm down to a pack every two weeks."

Olivia shook her head, at both herself and Jeremy. "I should have kicked your ass when I caught you smoking at fifteen."

"Yeah well you didn't so will you pick me up a carton?"

"Fine fine just go to school. I love you."

Jeremy smiled at Olivia as he opened the door and headed out into the hallway. " Love you too and thanks. Bye, Mom."

With those final words he shut the wooden door behind him

…

As he left the confines of his apartment building Jeremy took a deep breath as he reached into his bag and pulled out his beloved pocket knife and stuffed it deep into the pocket of his jeans slightly grimacing. He hadn't washed the blood off in several days and he knew it would get dull if he left the blood to harden for much longer.

Instead of heading off towards school which was a ten minute walk from his building Jeremy walked down the street until he reached the subway platform that would take him to his hunting ground. He knew it was a risk, doing it this early in the morning instead of at night, but he was just so damn tired. He had to do something to get the blood flowing.

Jeremy casually got on the train that was crowded with unsuspecting people and took the first seat he could find, leaning up against the window and looking around at the other riders.

The eye of one blonde girl who was no older than twenty caught his eye and a sadistic smile overtook his handsome features. He looked her up and down and licked his lips at the woman who paid him no attention.

She was beautiful. Thin but not too thin with soft green eyes and waves of light blonde hair pulled into a pony tail. His grin widened when he noticed what she was wearing; a short jean skirt with a simple white tank top that showed off her large breasts and nice ass and cheaply made flip flops.

A beautiful smile lit up her face as she laughed quietly at a text she had just received and her fingers flew as she wrote back an answer. Jeremy couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head. This one was going to be too easy…

Once he had spotted his prey he quickly turned from her and pulled out his phone and pretended to be playing around with it.

That was the trick, he told himself every time he hunted; remain as anonymous as you can. Don't stare too much or talk to her or sit right up close next to her… People noticed that and that created unnecessary witnesses.

Once in a great while he would look up at her but only for a moment before he turned back to his phone. Stop after stop he would glance up to see if she was getting off and when she made no indication that she was getting off the train Jeremy looked back down at his phone; patiently waiting for his prey to become alone so he could attack.

After another twenty minutes the train slowed before it finally came to a stop and he grinned as she began to make her way through the crowd of people to get to the doors. Jeremy got off from the hard chair and also got off of the train and stuck his head phones in his ear to make it appear that he was even less interested in anyone or anything around him than before.

He followed her out onto the platform and up the steps carefully, walking slowly with two people in front of him at all time. If there were any cameras around they wouldn't bother looking at the teenager with headphones in his ear looking straight ahead who was nowhere near her. They'd look at the two older men right behind her.

Jeremy felt his heart pounding hard against his chest, felt his breathing become a little faster as the two men left her so finally only they were alone in the early morning light of the city.

He continued to walk a few feet behind her so she wouldn't become so suspicious. An abandoned alley way with a solid brick wall at one end was right in front of them and his hand gripped the hull of the knife.

Jeremy glanced around casually, making sure there were no cameras or other people in their line of sight and a grin spread on his face when he saw neither.

He timed it perfectly. She had just crossed the threshold of the ally when he raced up to her and wrapped his hands around her tightly and picked her up off the ground as easily as if she were a feather and dragged her into the empty alley.

She let out a terrified scream as Jeremy threw her down to the ground wasting no valuable time as he climbed on top of her and slammed her thin arms above her head.

Sobs began escaping her as she struggled futilely to get out from under him. "Please don't!" she screamed as she writhed underneath him. Jeremy moaned felt himself harden at her movements. "Please don't hurt me! Please!"

He laughed at her pitiful attempts to plea with him and pulled the knife out from his pocket and held it to her throat. "Shut up," growled Jeremy as he pressed down with the blade making tiny droplets of blood appear on her skin. "Or you're fucking dead."

The nameless woman bit her lip as tears coursed down her face nodding frantically at his request.

Jeremy leaned down and whispered softly in her ear, loving the cringe she made when she felt his hot breath on her. "Good girl," he breathed before gently nibbling on her ear, becoming more and more turned on by the silenced cries that escaped from her. He loved a bitch who knew the rules.

He slung his bag from over her shoulders and unzipped it and pulled a roll of duct tape and a belt, two of the supplies he had grabbed earlier that morning.

Ripping a long strand off of it he quickly bound her wrists together. He reached down and grabbed the belt and loosely wrapped it around her neck finishing as he took another longer strip of tape and taped the excess belt to her confined hands.

Jeremy leaned back on her and smiled at his handiwork. She would strangle herself if she tried to fight him and the woman seemed to notice this as well. More tears spilled down her face but she still didn't utter a single word.

As he looked down at her he cocked his head side to side as if making an important decision. She hadn't struggled for a moment since he brought out the knife, she had remained quiet even when he took the knife away from her throat, and her eyes held the same look that he loved to see in his prey's eyes that usually didn't appear until he was knee deep in the attack.

Defeat.

She had already given up hope of getting away from her hunter and he loved how he was able to take whatever power she thought she had away from her without even getting to the fun part yet.

She was a woman who knew her place and knew just what he was capable of before he even started demonstrating for her. He would take it easy on her.

Jeremy smirked at the pitiful weakling in front of him before he leaned down and brought his lips to her ear once more. "Now..." His voice was nothing less than a soft growl, further showing the bitch just who was in charge, "Are you ready to have some fun?"

A muffled sob was his only answer and he took that as a yes.

"Good," he snarled before he smashed his lips against her, shoving his tongue in as far as it would go, moaning at her delectable taste.

He pulled away from her and she began crying, trying desperately to avoid making any noise.

Jeremy laughed maliciously as he gripped the bottom of her tank and shoved it up as far as her bound hands would allow. He licked his lips as he looked down at her petrified face, a smile growing on his lips. "Oh I can tell you're going to be fun."

With those words hanging in the air, the hunter continued his attack…

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