Edge
Author: Cooper
E-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Category: Slash
Feedback: Yes
Pairing: Alex/Liz
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters, I couldn't afford
them anyway! And I am certainly not making money for this!
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: This is more of a stream of conscienceness by Liz.
Thanks to my beautiful, brilliant beta! Please read "Punishment" before this.
Liz closed the door to her apartment. She removed her coat and hung
it in the closet then proceeded to the kitchen and began to fix a
light snack. Liz worked swiftly, opening the refrigerator door and
pulling out some left over Brie. She moved to the pantry and found
some crackers unwrapped them and placed them on the cheese board
with the Brie. She returned to the refrigerator and found her
chardonnay. As she reached for a wineglass, she suddenly stopped
and exhaled the breath she had been holding since her hand had
touched Alex's almost thirty minutes ago.
Liz placed both palms on the kitchen counter and leaned forward. She
let out another breath, this time it was more of a confused sigh.
What had happened in Alex's apartment? Liz had simply gone over
there to deliver some files to the young ADA. Liz didn't want Alex
to lose focus just because she was off for a month.
Lose focus? Alexandra Cabot? Liz knew damn well that would not
happen. Alex was the definition of focused, driven. She was a
brilliant attorney, and she (Liz let out a small laugh) kept Liz on
her toes. On the edge. The edge. That's what Liz felt like when she
was around Alex.
Liz shook the thoughts out of her head. She silently admonished
herself for even allowing her thoughts to drift that far. Liz took
her snack and glass of wine into the sitting room. She sat
comfortably on the sofa and prepared a cracker. Liz delighted in her
nightly delicacies. She had a routine, and she was content. She had
a thriving career: Bureau Chief of SVU. Liz had worked hard to
achieve her position. She had a fabulous apartment in Central Park
West. (If Alexandra knew how close we were to each other) Liz
grinned and she continued checking off her accomplishments. Let's
see, career, place to live, ahhhh, yes, social connections. Liz was
definitely in the know as far as the social elite. She savored the
Brie. She took a sip of her wine. She looked around her exquisitely
decorated apartment. Her eyes stopped on the Matisse: an original.
Liz had fought hard, brilliantly in fact, at the auction. She
smiled. She had won. Wasn't that what it was all about? To Liz, yes,
winning was everything.
Liz sipped her wine. Her thoughts betrayed her as they drifted back
to the young ADA. Alexandra Cabot. Liz was becoming annoyed with
herself. Why was this young woman distracting her thoughts? Liz
Donnelly was not easily distracted. Liz Donnelly WAS NOT distracted.
But, Alexandra. Liz snuffed out the thoughts once again. She took
another cracker. She enjoyed her routine. She had a good life. She
had a good career. She had the right friends. (Alexandra.) She shook
her head. She really had nothing.
