Title: Thanks for the Memories
Author: LogicBomb.32
Ships: Pre-established Alex/Olivia
Summary: Twenty-five drabbles, all seventy-five words or less (with the word that prompted them) about our favorite nonexistent couple.
Authors Note: Thanks to (Dee Hensley, juicetroop82 and ChErRy6PaO) all of whom reviewed the last chapter.
Authors Notes #2: So I decided to change it up this chapter. This time all the drabbles are from ALEX'S point of view, I just decided to change it up after four chapters of third person POV that we needed something different. That and I can exercise my first person skills, characterization and all of that.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing
Slimy
It's not that I'm prissy, although people might get that impression from be just because I come from money. However those that really know me have arrived at the conclusion that as a general rule, I am not prissy. However when it comes to gooey, slimy shit oozing out from under the bathroom sink, it is a different story entirely. Entirely…
Fly(ing)**
Flying was not something that I had pictured Olivia being scared of, not that I had pictured Olivia being scared of anything. I mean I know that she has fears but they're more than that. They are the demons that during the worst of times threaten to consume her. Like the violent streak she thinks she inherited coming out and hurting someone she cares about, or losing me, both fears that she keeps suppressed. Flying however, I didn't see that one coming.
Letter**
Faded words and yellowing corners, worn with age and desperation. The letter sits on the bed between us, a wall of emotions just waiting to be broken. But we're to scared, I'm to scared to take that first step and love again.
Book
My neck hurts, stiff from the awkward position I've been apparently sleeping in. I didn't mean to fall asleep but as I peel my face off of the pages of the book it was stuck to, I realize I'm not alone. You're there, watching me with a bemused, adorable smile on your face.
Winner
My parents always told me I had to be a winner. Always. If I didn't take first, I didn't try hard enough. Or that's what my father used to say. That phrase was drilled so hard into my skull that losing a case, it hurts more than anything I've ever experienced. Almost.
Transfer
"You could have been a little bit nicer." Olivia says to me as the red headed transfer ADA walked out of my office.
"She wants my job." I say, by means of explanation "Sorry if I'm not to willing to just hand it to her."
"She's terrified of you." Olivia laughs, both at my reaction and ADA Casey Novak's unapparent terror.
"Right…" I mutter
Making
Olivia's making dinner.
I'm sitting on the sofa with the fire extinguisher resting between my legs.
Hide
She's curious, I can tell because as much as she tries to hide it there is that sparkle in her brown eyes that give it all away "You can ask where we're going." I say, as I turn onto the freeway "I might lie to you but at least then the burning curiosity of your would be out in the open."
Feed
"You don't have to feed me." I grumble, turning my head away like a five year old as Olivia brings a spoonful of soup towards my mouth "I got stabbed, not paralyzed."
Volts
When I see her, in the precinct, in my office, in our apartment, in the car, on street, my heart begins to race and my entire body tingles, like a hundred volts of electricity has been pumped though my body. I've never been in love like this before.
Necessary
She doesn't want me to go, even though she says it she didn't need to. The reluctant way she nodded, hesitation as she taped the wire to me and helped me with the Kevlar vest. We both know this is necessary but it doesn't make it any easier.
Elite
"It's like you forget that I'm from there, from them." I say, trying to keep my anger to a minimum.
"Right" Olivia snaps "I forgot how chummy you are with the New York elite. Maybe we should be looking at you as a suspect."
"Because I really just don't have an alibi." I reply
Validity
"I need you." I moan into her ear, unable to control myself anymore
"I think," she says as clothes drop to the floor "I need to check the validity of that statement."
Promise
"I made a promise." I say, looking first to Olivia then to McCoy "I made a promise to a little boy and I intend to keep it." The defiance obvious in stance, in tone "I'm prosecuting this case."
"If you lose, it's your job." McCoy said "As long as you know that."
Hit
"Why'd you do it?" Olivia asked as she walked into the hospital room, it's unnecessary but apparently a broken arm requires overnight observation.
"I may not be a police office or carry a badge or a gun but I wasn't going to stand around while some jackass father hit his kid."
Destruction
She's holding me at arms length and I'm helpless as I watch her walk down this path of destruction.
Shift
It's not often that we shift roles in the bedroom but something about the desperation in her eyes told me that she needed this.
Lover
"What is Olivia to you?" Liz asks me pointedly
"She's-she's" and suddenly find myself at a lost for words because I can't explain what Olivia means to me, at least not in coherent words. Nothing I could ever say would even begin to cover half of what my lover means to me "I need to go." I say suddenly, realizing what I have to do.
Eternity
"You will burn in hell for all of eternity." Olivia reads out, her tone skeptical as she looks down at the typed letter she had found taped to our apartment door.
This isn't the first time that we've been discriminated against because of the nature of our relationship but at least this time Olivia didn't have to Taser anybody.
Display
Olivia, normally against public displays of affection, surprised me by pressing her lips to mine. I didn't care that her lips tasted of soot and of ash and of blood because it meant that she was here, she was alive. She was mine.
Implications
"Do you realize the implications of you statement Detective?"
"I'm very aware counselor" Olivia replied, her voice finally reaching that seductive timber that I've been craving all day "and I think you do you."
Church
I was not normally a church going person, god and I had disagreed in the past and even now, as I find myself the grieving widow, this building is a foreign place.
Channel
"You lost the remote." I say, looking up Olivia.
My head is resting on her stomach as we watch T.V., or try to but we're stuck on the infomercial channel because Olivia lost the remote.
Attach
I bend my head down and pull aside my hair, giving Olivia the space she needs to attach the necklace she bought me. Unnecessary as the gift was, the cool metal against my chest reminds me that she will ways be here. Always.
Causality
I'm a causality of love.
So, did you like the drabbles from Alex's point of view? Would you be interested in the next set being from Olivia's?
A quick note about the extended one-shots: I am an angst writer primarily so humor and fluff over seventy five words is hard for me to write. I have half of Temporary finished and will be posted before Sunday. Drabbles will continue as normal!
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