Okay, so, this is basically just an idea I had while going through my Netflix suggestions. Remember Me. I've seen it a dozen times, and it has crushed me every single time, and I love the story. Well so I'm sitting here, and I think, oh, I wonder what it would be like if we did a Vauseman version. And I realized that it was totally doable, and I got excited. So here we are. Hope you like it.
**Characters belong to OITNB, as well as the creators/author of Remember Me for some of them. A lot of dialogue is taken from there, so obviously they get credit.**
Piper, 10 years old.
You're standing on the platform next to your mother, waiting for the subway to come, and take you to the stop near your house. You've been out running errands with her all day, and she's tired, but watches you twirl and have fun while waiting for the train.
Two men are off to your left, and you barely even notice them, but your mother watches them from the corner of your eye. You're 10 years old, and you don't care what they're doing. She tenses when they come closer, and reaches out for your hands, twirling you towards her, and she wraps you up, keeping you close.
She watches the men separate, one walking up the stairs, and the other walks further down the corridor.
She breathes a sigh of relief.
Feet shuffling down the stairs. Stomping coming down the corridor. They're back. Next thing you know, the two men are in front of your mother, and she's shielding you behind her. Take everything. Purse. Wallet. Money. Everything. Just go. She's frantic. They get close to her face, intimidating. Your heart is racing, and you don't think you've ever been so scared in your life.
The train comes screeching to a stop, and the door open, and they get on, still facing the both of you. You are standing next to her now. They stare holes into both of you, and then the doors reopen. No. Your mother screams. A gun is pulled. Bang. A single shot.
Your mother falls and you let out a shrill scream. Mommy. She's on the ground. Blood. So much blood. Strangers run down the stairs, and one holds you as your cry, eyes glued to your mother lying lifeless on the ground.
Policemen. They're a comfort to you. Your father is a policeman. You know he will be there soon. Paramedics have put a sheet over your mother, and you can't stop crying.
Your father comes down the stairs and you run to him as fast as your feet will carry you, slamming into him crying, and he picks you up and holds you. You hear his voice crack and his chest shake as he cries, and you cling to his uniform jacket.
It's all a blur. The lights. The people. The crime scene. People keep coming to talk to you, and make you better, but it won't help. Your father standing over your mother's body, and collecting her belongings.
He runs her hands through his graying hair, and stands back up straight and tall, clutching a bag of your mother's things. He walks towards you, taking your hand and leaving your mother's body lying on the platform, taking you home.
Alex-Present Day
You're sitting up against the foot of the bed, guitar sitting in your lap, trying to piece together some music notes in your notebook. Some girl is in your bed, keeping it warm, not knowing that you're going to kick her out as soon as she wakes up.
The phone rings, and you quietly answer it. Hello. It's your mother.
Shit. You forgot. You've been putting this day out of your brain. Forgetting it on purpose. It had slipped away until she asks if you're coming, and you say of course, standing up and grabbing a pair of dark skinny jeans. You slip on a white v-neck while looking in the mirror, staring at the tattoo of his name over your heart. You grab your black leather jacket., and run your fingers through you hair, trying to comb it. You nudge the woman in your bed's leg, telling her that you've got to go, and that you'll see her around, and you quietly slip out, not wanting to wake your roommate.
You make it down to the cemetery, and see them standing around the gravestone. You join them, hugging your mother, Diane, and getting a disapproving look from your father, Lee. Your younger sister, Caroline whispers into your ear that you smell like Listerine and beer as you hug her, and you can't help but laugh at how spot on she is.
You take a minute to look at the headstone. Michael Anthony Vause. 1973-1994. 21 years old. God you miss him. Everything. His spark, his humor, his passion. Everything. You graze your fingers over the stone, silently telling him that you miss him and you love him before stepping back.
You all go down to the local café, Caroline talking about her upcoming art show. Her teachers say she is amazing, and you've seen her work, so you know just how talented she really is. She's the only thing in the world that you really care about. She's your favorite person, and makes you smile like no other. Watching her talk about what she loves warms you up, and you hang onto every word, encouraging her to go on.
Your father interrupts. Something about passing the sugar, and you grab it form your mothers hand as she is handing it over. You're pissed, and you tell him that you think Caroline is entitled to at least another 30 seconds, placing the sugar down across the table. He sits up, smoothing his tie, and tells you that if she feel slighted in any way, that she can speak up for herself, and he leans and gets the sugar himself.
What an asshole. You can't even believe you're related to him. Such an arrogant, self-centered prick. You feel your blood boil, and push back from the table.
You kiss Caroline on the cheek and tell her that you'll pick her up from school tomorrow. You tell everyone but your father goodbye, and make your way out of the café before you punch him square in the jaw.
Your roommate, the wild haired Nicky Nichols meets you a few blocks away, grinning as she leans against the lamppost. She tells you that she sold your girlfriend a toothbrush this morning, and you stare, and ask who. She reminds of the hot little thing you left in your bed this morning, and you nod, taking a sip of your coffee, telling her that she is not your girlfriend. Not even close.
You barely make it to class. Some lecture that is discussing terrorist attacks, and this fiery blonde towards the front is arguing back and forth with the professor, but your hangover is still lingering, and you can't be bothered to pay too much attention.
Nicky meets you at the library, where your rearranging books because you can't stand how people just throw them back on the shelves wherever they feel like. She kicks the ladder you're standing on, catching your attention. She tells you that she's making you go out tonight, and that you've been such a stranger lately, and that she needs a night out, like the old days. You laugh at her, and tell her okay.
Young girls in dark clubs, dancing and sweating. You sit at the bar and drink, casually flirting with a few of them as Nicky and some chick are sweating it out on the dance floor. She's something else, but you really do love her. She eventually comes over to you, dragging two blondes wearing cowboy hats with her. You smile politely, and she introduces them, saying they're here to meet real New Yorkers, and that you and her just so happen to be real New Yorkers. They're hot, but you're really not all that interested. She says that she offered to show them around, and tells them that you will go with them. You rolls your eyes, finishing your beer, and grab your jacket, exiting the side door.
The two girls are hanging all over Nicky, as you take a drag off your cigarette, watching two members of the band walk out. Two other guys show up and start harassing them, and then one swings. You don't know why, but you run over, grabbing one of the aggressors, and punch him in the face, feeling your knuckles immediately ache, and Nicky runs over, feeling obligated to help you out.
Blue and Red lights. Policemen. You're against the wall, handcuffed, watching the officers. Why the hell did you do that Nicky keeps asking, but you tune her out.
You yell at the officers, saying you just were defending the two victims, and they uncuff you and Nicky. They start to lead to two innocent guys over to the patrol car, and you yell, saying that they didn't do anything, it was the other tow assholes. The officer is ignoring you, and you grab his sleeve.
Bad idea. He grabs your arm and slams you onto the hood of the patrol car, your face stinging from the impact.
You are taken to the precinct, and booked, and put into a cell with Nicky, who hasn't stopped bitching. Alex Vause. Nicky Nichols. You're out. How? Bail was posted. Who? Lee Burley, the officer says. She called your dad. Jesus Christ.
First thing the next day, you storm down to his office and tell him you'll pay him back eventually, and storm out again.
Two days later, you are walking into the lecture hall when Nicky grabs your arm and says that she sees the cop who busted your face. He is dropping off his daughter, and she tells you that you can totally get him back. Ruin his daughter. Excellent plan, and you blow it off. Nicky can't stop hounding you about this idea, and you ignore it until you get into the café, and you see her. Maybe this will be fun.
Piper
Someone clearing their throat, and saying excuse me interrupts your study session. You look up. Tall, long dark hair, skin tight jeans, confused look on her face, cigarette tucked behind her ear. Interesting. Yes.
She asks if she could ask you a few questions, and you allow it. She is trying to prove a point to her friend, who is creepily hiding behind a newspaper, trying not to look suspicious a few tables behind. You nod, and asks what kind of questions. A sociological experiment.
She says that she wants to know if it is possible for you to know how much of an asshole her friend is, just by looking at her. You laugh. She says she's seen so many of her assaholic tendencies, that she believes that it radiates off of her. A sign to even strangers that she is just an asshole. Interesting.
You figure you'll just scare her off, and so you say that well, it's too bad. You think she's very funny, but unfortunately, you do not date sociology majors…they're a rowdy bunch. She nods, agreeing with you, but catches you off guard when she says that you're lucky because she's undecided. About what, you ask. Everything.
You smile, extending your hand. She says her name is Alex, and you tell her that your name is Piper. You tell her that you'll meet her at 8, tomorrow night. You're favorite Thai restaurant.
You're laying in your sweatpants, listening to music when your phone rings. Hello. Oh shit. Alex. No you didn't forget. Pulling on a decent outfit, and putting your hair up. You promise you'll be there, and you head out the door.
You meet her there, going to your usual table. You tell the waiter that you'll have the fried bananas a la mode, and then Shrimp Fried Rice. Alex stares at you, probably wondering why the hell you ordered dessert, and then your meal.
You explain that it's all you really want, and that anything could happen to you, and that you wouldn't want to die without having gotten dessert, the only thing you really wanted. She laughs, her eyes sparkling, and nods, taking a sip of her beer, and saying okay, she gets it.
You exit the restaurant, and tell her that you've had a really nice time, because surprisingly, you actually have. She asks if you're still having a good time, and you nod. Why should you end it?
The boardwalk fair. You spot a panda hanging up, and tell Alex that it's cute. She pays for a round. Misses terribly. Alex has a competitive streak, and won't give up. 20 dollars later, and an injured pride, she hands over your panda, and tells you that she won. You remind her that it's not technically winning if she paid him for the bear.
You walk to the street, hailing a cab, and put the bear inside. Leaning against the cab, looking at Alex. She leans in to kiss you, and you turn away. Ouch, she says. You tell her sorry, but not tonight.
She laughs, making fun of you. The person who orders dessert first, not wanting to miss the best part of the meal in case of a freak catastrophe, but won't kiss a woman she's clearly attracted to on the first date before driving off onto the dangerous streets of New York is just too crazy. You realize how silly this makes you seem, and you bite your lip. You lean in, grabbing the back of her neck and kiss her. Her soft lips blending with yours. It's a good kiss, and you pull away, looking her in the eye, and smiling.
You tell her that she's weird, and she laughs. You slip into the cab, telling the driver that you're going to Queens, and that you don't want to hear about it. You catch Alex's eyes once more before she closes the door, and the cab pulls away form the curb.
Alex
You're watching Carolina climb around on a statue in the park. She tells you that her work got put into a show, and she asks if you want to come. Absofreakinglutely. You smile, and tell her that you'll definitely be there. She smiles wide.
You watch Piper explore your living room. Books, music sheets, pictures. She stops at Michael's picture and smiles, asking if it's your former lover. Gross, you say. You tell her it's your brother. She says you look alike, which makes you smile. She asks if he plays, noticing the guitar in the corner, and you simply say not anymore.
She goes into the kitchen, noticing the lampshade sitting on the breakfast bar, and you tell her it's the appetizer, lifting the shade to reveal a poorly made, half eaten, chocolate cake. She laughs. What happened? Your roommate got high, and found it. Dammit Nicky. Piper doesn't care, she runs her finger through the icing, licking it off, which you find insanely attractive.
You're washing dinner's dishes. Not really sure what you're doing because you don't wash dishes ever. Piper notices, and takes them from you, doing them herself. You stand next to her, eyeing the sprayer to the side of the sink. You do it. She screams, pretending to be mad. She grabs the large pot in the sink, an dumps the water on you. Shit. She's good. She's really done it now. You pick her up, slinging her over your shoulder, and carry her to the bathtub, setting her inside, and she pulls you in, soaking you with the shower head. You surrender, and she laughs. She reach into your pocket, pulling out your ruined pack of cigarettes, and tell her that your really pissed now, as you put a waterlogged one in between your lips, and it crumples down the middle. She laughs, and throws them in the trash bin, telling you that you should quit anyway. Alright, mom.
You get out, grabbing some dry clothes for her, and tossing them to her, as you take off your shirt, reaching for another one.
Tattoo. You have your tattoo. Piper sees it, and begs to see it clearer, and you get nervous, trying to hide it, she peels your hands away, and her smile fades. She says she's sorry, she didn't know. You know that, and you pull a dry shirt over.
When? He was 21. What happened? He killed himself. She's sorry, and she rubs your arm.
Nicky bursts in, obviously drunk, and they already knew she was high. She is wearing an Irish flag as a cape, and holding a bottle of whiskey. She sees Piper. Hi. Nicky, Piper…Piper, Nicky. Good, they've met. She tells you two to get dressed up, there's an Around the World Party on 3rd floor, and you two have to go. She says you only have to drink one drink, and Piper looks to you and shrugs, one drink.
Heaving. Piper is so drunk, and throwing up in your bathroom. You hold her hair, and rub her back, and Nicky looks nervously from the doorway. Fuck.
Alex. I need you to call my dad, Piper cries from the toilet bowl. Okay. Sure. Alex grabs the phone from her pocket. It's dead. Shit. You tell her it's dead. Thud.
She is passed out on the floor. Shit. What the fuck are you gonna do?
Piper
You get up. You're in a bed. Who's bed. You look around. Alex's bed. Fuck. No. You didn't, did you? You scramble, and get dressed, walking into the living room, seeing Alex asleep on the couch, and you quietly slip out the front door.
You creep into your house. Your dad is sitting in the kitchen. Waiting. You say you're sorry. You fell asleep and your phone died. He says you smell like alcohol, and you say he does too. You see your diary. What the fuck.
What the fuck did he do. He read you diary. You're screaming. He yells back, saying that you're acting like a suspect, and that he wants to know who the guy is. You say no guy, because well it's the truth. It's a girl, but you leave that out, and tell him that he is not going to suffocate you, not like he did to your mother. He slaps you. Hard. Tears sting your eyes, and your face burns. You cry, and go upstairs, gathering a bag, and running out of the house.
You go the only place you can think of right now.
Alex and Nicky walk in. You're standing in their living room. You cry to Alex about what happened, as she massages your thigh, and holds your hand. You ask if it's okay if you stay for a bit, and she tells you of course, and lets you sleep in her bed.
A few hours later you wake up in her bed, wearing an old band tshirt she handed you. It smells good, and it's so comfortable. You walk out, and she's sitting on the window ledge, smoking a cigarette. She's so incredibly sexy, and you walk towards her.
She turns, putting out her cigarette, and asks if you slept okay. You nod, standing still. She asks if she can get you anything. You tell her no. You don't know why, but in that moment, you just had to have her. You walk closer, putting your fingers under her chin, and thumbing her cheek. You hand slides to the back of her neck and you kiss her, pulling her up to you. Her hands find your waist. Her long fingers tickle the skin on your stomach, and she pulls the shirt over your head.
She bites down softly on the side of your neck, you can't help but moan.
She is sitting on the edge of her bed, you straddling her hips, and running your fingers through her hair. Her hands grip your ass, and she kisses your breasts, making you throw your head back and enjoy it. You rip her shirt over her head, and she quickly stands, flipping you onto your back, and moving you to the top of the bed. You need her touch. Little bits of fire trailing all over your skin, like you might combust at any moment.
You unhook her bra, and she tosses it aside, and you marvel at her breasts, kneading them softly, and she bites her lip. It's got to be the sexiest thing you've ever seen. Her knee slips in between your legs, and hits your center, and you moan out. She presses it up harder, and you grind against it, knowing this pair of black underwear you're wearing is absolutely ruined. Her quick fingers, slide your underwear off, and run hot trails back up your legs to your thigh, finally connecting with your center, and you lift your hips, begging for more.
She kisses your neck, forehead resting on your collarbone as she slides her fingers down, and then painfully slowly slides in a long finger. Good god. You quiver, and her thumb brushes your clit, making you jump. Her fingers twist at your sensitive nipples, and you scratch down her back. Another finger. Jesus Christ, you've never felt this good. You ride her fingers, wanting more, and she speeds up. You can barely breath, gripping onto the hair at the base of her neck. You feel your stomach tighten, and you start to unravel. Gasps, legs shaking, arching your back, you crash over the ledge, screaming her name.
She isn't done with you. She kisses down your stomach, and puts your right leg over her shoulder, spreading you more. Her hot breath is almost enough to send you tumbling over the edge again, and when she bring her mouth on you, it is almost too good. Her tongue, soft but powerful. Commanding, and talented. She works her magic, and with a few minutes, you feel your legs stiffen, and your heel digs into her back. You desperately grab the headboard and moan after crashing yet again.
No more. You can't. She knows, and comes back up to you, resting to your side, laying her face on your chest, both of you catching you breaths. Good God.
Your fingers stroke her hair, and run down her sweaty back. What have you gotten yourself into?
Alex
You wake up, her body hugging to your side, and you smile. You grab your cigarettes and light one, lying on your back, watching the smoke fill the air above you. You get up, leaving her a note. Pipes, please don't leave. I'll be back.
You go to the diner you and Michael used to go to a lot, and write in your journal about Piper. You have to tell someone, and you know you'd want to tell him.
You come back with bagels, and toss one at Nicky. Piper is curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee, and you sit, and she snuggles in next to you, grabbing the bagel from your mouth and taking a bite.
You're sitting there thinking what the hell have you done. This was all for a joke, and you hadn't planned on falling for this girl, but now you are. You're falling hard, and you don't want to hurt her. Right then you decide to hide it. To never bring it up, and you hope to God she never finds out.
Your birthday rolls around, and your mom and sister insisted that you go out to the Montauk house, and so you decide that this is when you want to introduce them to Piper. You show up, Caroline runs to you, and you hug her. She meets Piper first, because her opinion is the most important. Piper talks to her, wanting to know all about the girl that Alex never stops talking about.
You go and hug your mother, and she smiles, saying that this one must be important, because you never bring them around, and you can't help but blush because it is so true. You introduce her to Piper, and a few hours later your mom tells you that she loves her, and secretly, you do too.
You blow out your candles, her arms draped around your shoulders, kissing your neck. She whispers happy birthday in your ear, and you kiss her. Caroline laughs, and makes fun of you for being such a softy.
Your mother tells you that she's afraid your father isn't going to show up to Caroline's art show, and you feel your blood turn to fire at just the thought, because you know she is right. You sit there, and decide that you'll make sure he gets there, and you promise your mother that you will personally drag him there; that there's no way in hell that you'll let him ruin this for her.
The next day you call your father at work. His secretary answers and transfers you. Hello? Alex?
Yeah, hi. Um, I was wondering if, before Caroline's' art show, if you wanted to get dinner?
Yes. That would be fine. Where?
Anywhere, doesn't matter.
Just us two?
Um…
Alex, do I need to make the reservation for 2 or 3?
3
Okay. I will see you then.
You scream at how blunt he is about everything, but you know this is the only way to get him to come to the show. You will try everything you can for Caroline, no matter how much of a pain in the ass it is.
You and Piper show up to the restaurant the night of the show. It's a fancy restaurant. You order a gin and tonic, and Piper orders a martini. You wait. 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 40 minutes. He's not going to do this to Caroline. Oh hell no. You are about to get up and call to bitch at him when he comes and sits down. Looking at you and then at Piper. He introduces himself.
He's actually pleasant. He talks to Piper, and not in the typical condescending way, but like he's actually interested. She tells him that her fathers a cop. He asks what her mother does. She simply says. She passed away when I was younger. She was murdered actually.
She never told you that, and you just stare at her. She apologizes, and looks at you. You squeeze her had. She obviously trusts you enough to say that.
His phone rings. Fuck. He excuses himself. You already know. It's going to happen. You tense up. He just stares at you, not wanting to say anything. He comes back a few minutes later, and you say he's not coming. He looks at you. He says he's sorry and you scoff.
Bullshit. You and Piper storm out, and head to the art show. You are fuming, and you want to kill him. Caroline smiles when you walk in with Piper, and then she realizes he's not here. He's not coming. You stay around, watching her crushed, and she wants to leave. You break for her. She says it's time to go, and you rip a drawing of your father that she drew, just for him.
You bike all the way to his office on the other side of the city, and charge up to his floor. You are sweating and close to tears when you storm into his office. A dozen or so colleagues turn to you and you yell.
"She drew you a picture and you didn't even bother to show up. "
"It was an emergency."
A businessman to his left says they can go, but he insists they stay.
"You have a daughter that sincerely believes that you don't like her."
"I love her. She knows that."
"That doesn't mean that you can just step on that, whenever you feel like it, whenever you have something more important that you need to do."
Some colleagues try to get up again.
"Sit the fuck down! Now. Alex, you think that whatever you feel in your heart, I don't also feel in mine?"
You scoff "You're right. Well, maybe another kid will just up and hang herself because of you."
"You little"—Lee charges at you, and his colleagues hold him back.
Alex walks out, getting on her bike and pedaling as fast as she can home.
Piper
Alex took off, and you don't think you've ever seen her so mad. Or anyone so mad for that matter.
You're trying desperately to open the window because it is so fucking hot in the apartment. You eventually get it when she comes stomping back in.
Al. You plead. She tosses her bike to the side. She's all sweaty. You just want to comfort her. Al. Baby talk. It's okay.
Her lips crash into yours. Teeth clashing, lip biting, like she is trying to devour you. She pins you to the wall, and rips off your dress. She slams you onto the bed. It's never this rough. Alex is all about seduction and worshipping, but this is rushed. She stops, her forehead resting on your sternum, and you feel her hot tears stain your stomach. Oh Alex. You pull her up and hold her. You get her out of her clothes, and hold her to you, because that's what she needs right now. Her shallow breathing and silent sobs make you hurt.
She falls asleep in your arms, and you lay there, wondering how someone so strong can break like this. She tries to be everything, but nobody can be this strong for this long. So you get it, and just hold her through the night. That's the night you know you really love her.
You go with Alex to her family's house in Montauk for Labor Day weekend. Sunburned, drinking margaritas with Diane, watching Alex and Caroline fight in the pool, getting high for the first time since high school with Alex on the roof outside of Alex's bedroom after everybody went to bed, and then fucking her senseless while trying not to wake everybody up.
On the train back, you and Alex snuggle up together, Nicky looking and talking about how she wants a girlfriend, mainly for the regular sex. This leads to her declaring that she has fucked a girl of every race, which you can't believe, and when you ask if she had sex with an Eskimo, she tells you Monica Impellie who works at the public library on 96th Street. You tell her to prove it, and to show you, so Nicky offers to take you there. Alex decides to stay behind, and you tell her okay, and kiss her as she gets off at the stop for the apartment.
Alex
The door is open. Shit. You grab the baseball bat just inside and walk slowly and quietly, looking for someone. You walk down the hall. You see him. Her father.
He's looking at you. Sitting on your bed. Your diary in his hands. Fuck. He knows.
"What the fuck, man."
"Where is she?"
"Why are you in my house?"
"Does she know?" He holds the diary…
"No"
"I didn't think so. Just leave that for me when she comes crawling back, broken and hurt."
"She came to me when you beat her. Remember that?"
He comes towards her, pushing her into the wall, and pointing his finger in her face.
You try to fight back, but he's stronger and taller than you. He has his forearm pinning your throat, choking you and you fall.
He tells you that you will tell Piper, and he shoves you, leaving you choking and gasping for air as he walks to the door, telling you to get a fucking deadbolt.
You're smoking in the window when she comes back, all excited because Nicky really did sleep with an Eskimo. You hate how happy she is right now, because it's all about to crash now.
"What?" she asks
"Your dad was here."
"What? How?"
"When I got home. His friend saw you on the train and told him."
"Fuck. What did he say?"
"I know him."
"What?" Her face goes blank.
"He arrested Nicky and I. Remember when I met you, I had my face all messed up?"
"Yeah, so?"
"He did that."
"I don't understand."
"I mouthed off and he responded. Then Nicky saw him drop you off at school, and. Fuck Pipes. I just."
"Wait, oh my God." She says, tears filling her eyes
"He dared me to ask you out, and—"
"I think I'm going to be sick."
She runs to the kitchen, clutching the sides of the sink.
"Pipes, babe, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this."
"No, this is exactly what you meant to happen. For me to get destroyed and go running back to him. Well you fucking did it Alex." She cries
It's so painful when she slams the door on the way out. You knew that eventually she would find out. That's how all this was designed. But you didn't plan on falling in love with her. That wasn't part of the idea. Jesus Christ. You fucked up so bad, and you can't fix it.
You walk around half dead for weeks. Trying to figure out what to do. You don't call or try to reach her. It's useless. She hates you, and you understand, but it doesn't help that hole in your heart that aches all the time.
A few weeks go by and you agree to take Caroline to a sleepover birthday party. She doesn't want to go, but she is because she thinks it'll help the girls like her more. You tell them that really they can all just fuck off, because she is cool, and they're all probably going to go on and live boring ass lives. She smiles and says you're an idiot.
You drop her off, tell her to have fun, and leave.
Your mother calls you crying, and you can't believe what she's saying. You rush to the apartment.
They're saying she did this to herself, but everyone fucking knows that she didn't. They cut her hair is all sorts of jagged cuts while she was sleeping. How fucking mean. It is a whole new level of twisted. Caroline is devastated, and cries. You go to her room, lay on her bed and hold her as she sobs herself to sleep.
Your mother cries for her. Your father raises hell and comes rushing, threatening to get the girls in legal trouble. Nicky comes over to bring sweets and gifts, because she loves Caroline like her own sister.
Nicky says she'll be back soon, and she leaves you there in the bedroom with Caroline.
Piper
Someone knocks on the door and your father answers. Some girl is rambling, and you recognize the voice. Nicky. She tells you that she knows that she's a bitch, and that what her and Alex did was so fucked up, but that Alex loves you.
She says that she's only ever seen Alex look at one other girl like that ever. And she's a lot shorter and shares her DNA. So she begs you to give her another chance.
She tells you about Caroline, and begs you to come; not for Alex, but for Caroline.
You agree, because you can't imagine how terrible she must feel. You get to the apartment and walk in. Diane runs to you, wrapping you in a hug.
You missed her hugs. She tells you thank you, and you look over her shoulder and see Alex standing their, in awe, in the kitchen. You ask about Caroline, and she tells you everything, and your heart breaks.
A while later you go to the front porch and Alex is sitting out there smoking. You sit next to her. Hey. Hey.
She apologizes, and thanks you for coming. You remind her it's for Caroline, not her. She nods.
You can't help but love her, but you're so angry at her. You want to scream, and hit things. But her beautiful fucking face and everything about her makes it hard, no matter how much she hurt you.
You can't help the hand that goes to rest on her thigh, and you let her know you're here. Not with words, because you and Alex had this gift of being able to communicate without words, just touches and looks.
Alex sighs, taking a long drag from her cigarette and blowing out the smoke into the New York air.
You go up and see Caroline. Her eyes are swollen from crying, and you just sit on the edge of her bed. You tell her that you're sorry, and that she didn't deserve this. She tells you that she missed you, and your heart breaks, because you've missed her too. You got attached because you spent so much time with her and Alex.
You brought art magazines, new sketch pads, and candy, because who doesn't love candy? She smiles, and thanks you, and you tell her she is so welcome.
You go downstairs to the living room and sit next to Alex, much further apart than usual. You are still hurting, but you think that maybe, just maybe, you can get passed this, because the love you two shared was real, and powerful, and everything. It was something to remember.
Alex
Caroline got a new haircut, and she looks beautiful. You offered to take her to school on her first day back. You walk her in, settling her into her seat, and make sure she's okay. One of the girls from the party, probably the one who did all the cutting, turns and asks if Caroline did something new with her hair.
You feel the anger burn inside of you and you walk over, grabbing the edge of the desk, slide it quickly to the side, scaring the shit out of everyone. You grab the fire extinguisher off the wall and throw it through the small window on the door, and then forcefully replace the desk, scaring the girl beyond anything she's ever experienced. Caroline smirks.
You are arrested, and taken to be booked. Your father bails you out. He says that he's called the school and demanded all the girls seek enrollment elsewhere, or he will sue. He's given them a week. You can't believe he finally fucking stepped up, but it makes you happy.
You are obviously never allowed on the campus again, and the fines are significant, as well as the legal fees. You agree to meet your father in a couple of days to work it all out.
You call Piper and get her to agree to meet you at the park. She walks up to you and Caroline, who is climbing on the status, and smiles at her.
She says it's dirty using your sister to win her back. You ask if it's working. She tells you maybe, and smiles.
She comes back to your place. Hours of make up sex. Bringing each other to that edge of bliss and ecstasy over and over again. You lay there spent, holding each other, and a single tear falls, thinking of what you finally got back, and how much you really need her. How much you really love her.
You have to go and meet your father. You smoke a cigarette, staring at her, naked on your bed with the September sun shining on her smooth skin. You kiss up her back, whispering into her ear that you love her. She says she loves you too, and you leave the apartment, catching a glimpse of Nicky passed out before you go.
You make it down to your father's office and your phone rings. It's him. You ask if he's cancelling. He says no, he's just taking Caroline to school, so he's going to be a little late. Your heart smiles, and you tell him not to worry, that you'll see him when he gets there.
You make your way to his office, sitting at his desk, your hand nudging the computer mouse. A screen show of pictures rolls through. You. You and Michael. Caroline. Family pictures. You were all so happy. You smile, watching all of them. You check the time in the bottom right hand corner of the screen. September 11, 2001 8:45 am.
You walk to the windows, staring out at the New York City skyline, watching the busy streets. World Trade Center North Tower has an amazing view, and you look over the entire city, feeling like finally, everything is starting to come together.
Piper
Remember Me. It was something Alex had said a while ago. She had always said that our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch. God damn was she right.
Your life changed at 8:46 am on September 11, 2001. You hear a loud noise and you and Nicky go running onto the roof. Smoke. Ashes. White dust. Screams. Fear. You cry for everyone.
You realize that Alex was there. Oh God, she was there. You try calling and nothing. You and Nicky cry for hours. She was gone. As quickly as she had come into your life, she quickly slipped out of it.
Alex gave you a lifetime's worth of love in a short amount of time. She changed your life for the better, and you can never be more grateful that you had the gift of being able to love her, because you were one of the few. You were lucky enough to experience her.
Not a day goes by that she doesn't somehow cross your mind. You missed her so much it hurt for a very long time, but then you remembered that her fingerprints will never fade. The memories will always be there. The pictures. The videos. All of it.
You wished you had gotten more time with her, but you would rather of had the few shorts months with her than nothing at all.
Alex Vause changed your life forever. She was the love of your life. You will always remember her.
A/N:
Okay, so that was it. I really adore the movie, and I wanted to put my own twist on it, and make it with these two incredibly dynamic characters. I hope you liked it. I really enjoyed writing it, and trying to find out how I could make this Vauseman. It crushed me to write the ending, but that's how it had to go for this story. Anyways, please leave a review, let me know what you think. Love it. Hate it. Whatever. I want to know what you think!
Also sorry for typos, I wrote this in about 2 hours, so I wanted to post it ASAP! I've gone through, but they always slip through. If they're really bad, I'll just go back through and fix them later.
Thanks to all recurring readers, and welcome all new readers. Glad you're with us!
Season 3 comes out so soon! I can't wait. I got the day off, and I will definitely be binging it on June 12th!
Thanks again, see you next time!