Author's Notes:A collection of drabbles/ficlets exploring Alice's history, her relationship with Alan and the darkness that threatens to destroy all she loves.

I'm neither a professional writer, nor an English literature professor, so go easy on me. I assure you any and all mistakes be it grammar/spelling or otherwise are not intentional.

As always this fandom does not belong to me.

Working for Alan Wake was fast and without caution, being in a relationship with him was even more complex. If Alan were a blustering storm, then Alice was a lighthouse in the midst of it. Marriage came early on in their relationship, far sooner than most would have either anticipated or approved. It did not matter to them what others thought of their decision. The world could not hope to understand what they shared.

However, it did not mean their relationship was without its complications. The darkness Alice once believed she had finally evaded surfaced once more. This time her husband was falling prey to its sirens call.

When one worked hard, they played hard. Alan's growing fame came at a price; one Alice was not certain was worth the cost. The long nights of partying, constant promotional touring, the never-ending phone calls, and interviews had taken its toll on the both of them. Alice knew she could weather the storm; she was not certain Alan would. His best friend and agent, Barry Wheeler, did little to alleviate her fears. His encouragement and poor influence brought out a side of Alan that shamed her.

With the production parties came heavy drinking. With the constant touring and publicity came the drugs. The man Alice had once befriended, and in time came to love ceased to be, leaving only an agitated, weary shadow of his former self.

Try as she might, Alice was helpless to save Alan from the darkness that threatened to consume him. The more she tried to distance herself from Alan, the more he tried to win her over. Apologies were nothing but empty words when there was no action to back it up. Only he had the power to chose whether or not to save himself.

Alice focused all of her attentions on her own work. Her up and coming exhibit 'Inflammatory' had become more than a commentary on the controversy of society ideology. It was a final attempt to fight against a darkness she could neither touch, nor destroy. Gone was the naïve child who stood helpless against the night. In her place stood a woman who was determined to face her fears. Like it or not, it was her duty to fight the dark.

Even greatest veil of darkness bowed to the smallest ray of light.