Fic: Alex's New Beau 1/?
Title: Alex’s New Beau (has got to go)
Summary: OA. Getting back together isn’t going as smoothly as either of them expected. Especially when Alex walks out on them.
Rating: R, for the language, and eventually some disturbing scenes.
a/n: I was not happy to hear about Alex getting engaged to that guy, so I’m doing something about it.
a/n: OA, OC-friendship. I’m having serious fun with this whole ‘Alex is back’ thing now. I haven’t seen all that much of Conviction, but I heard that Alex is engaged, to a Robert (which is funny just on it’s own. He doesn’t look like Bobby Flay). So I did a little looking at this Jack Gwaltney character and found that low and behold, the actor had been on SVU before. (Of course he had :P ) So my imagination got an idea…
Disclaimer: checking…nope, none of these people are mine. And I very much doubt they’d do this on the show.
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Liv sighed and pushed her forehead against the glass, hard, trying to drown out Alex’s voice, but snippets still filtered through, “…always a mess…you’re never here…I am throwing this out for you…”
They were fighting, again. Nothing was going right anymore. She could hear Alex huffing, moving around the bedroom behind her as she put Liv’s stuff away, again. The brunette just stood, trying to figure out where they’d gone wrong…Maybe they’d gotten back together too quickly, maybe Alex shouldn’t have moved in right away, maybe they just needed to talk more, maybe maybe mabye…. she shook her head. Everything was going wrong ever since…ever since Alex had taken that job as bureau chief.
“You’re not still going on about that are you?” Alex snirked, and Liv clamped her hand over her mouth. Alex didn’t let up, she was on a roll, “guess we’re all lucky that doesn’t happen when you’re interrogating. Sometimes I wonder what you actually manage not to say out loud.” Olivia just glared and bit her tongue. I hate this.
How had they gotten started this time? Oh yeah, the memorial for ADA Borgia. She pressed her forehead back into the glass and took them back to the beginning of the argument,
“Shut up about that,” she said, and cringed, knowing the look that would cross Alex’s face, “I don’t care, I still want to go to the memorial with you.”
Alex heaved a sigh, but her voice still held an edge, “You know that we can’t go together.”
“Then I’m not going.”
“Stop being so childish,” Alex sniped. Olivia whirled around at that comment.
“I am not the one who won’t admit she’s gay.”
“Don’t start that again,” the edge in Alex’s voice grew harsher.
“Why can’t you just admit it? You’re not in some backwater town anymore; you’re in New York City! All your friends know and accept you -”
“No one will vote for a gay DA.”
“Oh, so we’re back to your career again.”
“Olivia, you’ve always known that was my goal! And if it means I have to stay in the closet for a little while longer, then so be it.”
“And if it means I have to too, that’s just the price we have to pay. Can’t believe I got stuck with a closet case,” she grumbled to herself. Unfortunately Alex had exceptional hearing,
“If that’s the attitude you’re going to have about this, then maybe we should rethink this whole thing,” Alex shot at her. And she was serious. Olivia’s eyes bugged,
“I can’t believe you’re saying that! We, we can make this work,” she said, her voice rising, panic on the edges.
“Because it’s working so well now? Olivia, we can’t go one evening without fighting anymore!” Alex yelled. Olivia felt like she’d been physically hit. She tried to reason with Alex,
“But, I love you,” she said, and knew it was the wrong time to admit it. Alex looked tormented for a brief moment, and then her face closed up and she turned away,
“You don’t mean that,” she said, her voice small.
“Yes, I do,” Liv said softly, touching a tentative hand to her shoulder. At the contact Alex stiffened. She shrugged away from Olivia’s hand,
“No, you don’t. And no one can know about this either,” Alex said with regret, still staring at the floor.
“But Alex…” Olivia stopped talking when Alex sprang back into the aggressor,
“No, Olivia, I’ve worked too long and too hard for this. I’ve come back from the dead and gone right back to work protecting these people! For god’s sake, who wouldn’t vote for me?”
“So that’s it then? Your career over me?”
“I can’t believe you’re making me choose!” Alex exclaimed, and Olivia was overcome. She whipped her coffee mug at the bedroom wall, smashing it to bits,
“It shouldn’t be a choice!” Olivia screamed.
Alex just stood, stunned at the violence. Olivia was immediately ashamed at her loss of control. She stepped toward Alex to apologize, and Alex backed away from her,
“Screw this! And screw you! I don’t have to take it,” she said, and turned to leave. Olivia grabbed her wrist.
“Alex, wait!” she said, “I’m sorry.”
“Let. Me. Go,” Alex said, her voice full of ice. Olivia dropped her arm, afraid, and Alex slipped out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Liv demanded, following her. Alex pulled on her coat and fixed her with a courtroom glare,
“I’m leaving,” she said coldly as she fished through in her pocket. She held out her house key to Olivia. Liv’s mouth gaped but no sound came out, and Alex dropped her key into Liv’s hands. Olivia stared at her, willing Alex with her eyes to stay, to change her mind, to just stop and think it over. But Alex’s eyes were hard, “I don’t want it back,” she said, and with that she picked up her briefcase and walked out the door.
And Liv was left alone.
Summary: OA. Getting back together isn’t going as smoothly as either of them expected. Especially when Alex walks out on them.
Rating: R, for the language, and eventually some disturbing scenes.
a/n: I was not happy to hear about Alex getting engaged to that guy, so I’m doing something about it.
a/n: OA, OC-friendship. I’m having serious fun with this whole ‘Alex is back’ thing now. I haven’t seen all that much of Conviction, but I heard that Alex is engaged, to a Robert (which is funny just on it’s own. He doesn’t look like Bobby Flay). So I did a little looking at this Jack Gwaltney character and found that low and behold, the actor had been on SVU before. (Of course he had :P ) So my imagination got an idea…
Disclaimer: checking…nope, none of these people are mine. And I very much doubt they’d do this on the show.
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Liv sighed and pushed her forehead against the glass, hard, trying to drown out Alex’s voice, but snippets still filtered through, “…always a mess…you’re never here…I am throwing this out for you…”
They were fighting, again. Nothing was going right anymore. She could hear Alex huffing, moving around the bedroom behind her as she put Liv’s stuff away, again. The brunette just stood, trying to figure out where they’d gone wrong…Maybe they’d gotten back together too quickly, maybe Alex shouldn’t have moved in right away, maybe they just needed to talk more, maybe maybe mabye…. she shook her head. Everything was going wrong ever since…ever since Alex had taken that job as bureau chief.
“You’re not still going on about that are you?” Alex snirked, and Liv clamped her hand over her mouth. Alex didn’t let up, she was on a roll, “guess we’re all lucky that doesn’t happen when you’re interrogating. Sometimes I wonder what you actually manage not to say out loud.” Olivia just glared and bit her tongue. I hate this.
How had they gotten started this time? Oh yeah, the memorial for ADA Borgia. She pressed her forehead back into the glass and took them back to the beginning of the argument,
“Shut up about that,” she said, and cringed, knowing the look that would cross Alex’s face, “I don’t care, I still want to go to the memorial with you.”
Alex heaved a sigh, but her voice still held an edge, “You know that we can’t go together.”
“Then I’m not going.”
“Stop being so childish,” Alex sniped. Olivia whirled around at that comment.
“I am not the one who won’t admit she’s gay.”
“Don’t start that again,” the edge in Alex’s voice grew harsher.
“Why can’t you just admit it? You’re not in some backwater town anymore; you’re in New York City! All your friends know and accept you -”
“No one will vote for a gay DA.”
“Oh, so we’re back to your career again.”
“Olivia, you’ve always known that was my goal! And if it means I have to stay in the closet for a little while longer, then so be it.”
“And if it means I have to too, that’s just the price we have to pay. Can’t believe I got stuck with a closet case,” she grumbled to herself. Unfortunately Alex had exceptional hearing,
“If that’s the attitude you’re going to have about this, then maybe we should rethink this whole thing,” Alex shot at her. And she was serious. Olivia’s eyes bugged,
“I can’t believe you’re saying that! We, we can make this work,” she said, her voice rising, panic on the edges.
“Because it’s working so well now? Olivia, we can’t go one evening without fighting anymore!” Alex yelled. Olivia felt like she’d been physically hit. She tried to reason with Alex,
“But, I love you,” she said, and knew it was the wrong time to admit it. Alex looked tormented for a brief moment, and then her face closed up and she turned away,
“You don’t mean that,” she said, her voice small.
“Yes, I do,” Liv said softly, touching a tentative hand to her shoulder. At the contact Alex stiffened. She shrugged away from Olivia’s hand,
“No, you don’t. And no one can know about this either,” Alex said with regret, still staring at the floor.
“But Alex…” Olivia stopped talking when Alex sprang back into the aggressor,
“No, Olivia, I’ve worked too long and too hard for this. I’ve come back from the dead and gone right back to work protecting these people! For god’s sake, who wouldn’t vote for me?”
“So that’s it then? Your career over me?”
“I can’t believe you’re making me choose!” Alex exclaimed, and Olivia was overcome. She whipped her coffee mug at the bedroom wall, smashing it to bits,
“It shouldn’t be a choice!” Olivia screamed.
Alex just stood, stunned at the violence. Olivia was immediately ashamed at her loss of control. She stepped toward Alex to apologize, and Alex backed away from her,
“Screw this! And screw you! I don’t have to take it,” she said, and turned to leave. Olivia grabbed her wrist.
“Alex, wait!” she said, “I’m sorry.”
“Let. Me. Go,” Alex said, her voice full of ice. Olivia dropped her arm, afraid, and Alex slipped out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Liv demanded, following her. Alex pulled on her coat and fixed her with a courtroom glare,
“I’m leaving,” she said coldly as she fished through in her pocket. She held out her house key to Olivia. Liv’s mouth gaped but no sound came out, and Alex dropped her key into Liv’s hands. Olivia stared at her, willing Alex with her eyes to stay, to change her mind, to just stop and think it over. But Alex’s eyes were hard, “I don’t want it back,” she said, and with that she picked up her briefcase and walked out the door.
And Liv was left alone.