DISCLAIMER: I don't these characters, if I did they'd be living happily with each other fighting crime and changing the world for the better. The songs have the recording artist who sang them, I don't know who wrote them though, but major props to them.
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SERIES: Alex & Olivia: The Soundtrack.
The Beginning
By Barbara Gordon
Reba McEntire "I'm A Survivor"
(S.Kennedy/P.White)
I was born 3 months too early
The doctor gave me 30 days
But I must have had my mama's will
And God's amazing grace
When Olivia was seven years old she was told the truth about her father, she realized she was different from the other children in the neighborhood. They may have had broken families, one mother or one father, divorced or separated, but Olivia's father was none of these things. Her father was her mother's rapist. A bad man who had forced himself on Olivia's mother, but who was never caught, never brought to justice. Sometimes she would stare at the men near or around the neighborhood, those who had her dark coloring and often wondered if that was her father, a bad man who would pretend to be normal.
The baby girl without a chance
A victim of circumstance
The one who oughta give up
But she's just too hard headed
As Olivia grew she began to shoulder responsibilities no child should have to carry. She would clean up after her mother when she went on one of her benders. Often she would have to choose whether to hide the bottle of alcohol, or drain its contents, hoping out of desperation and self loathing that her mother would stop, even if it was just for her own sake.
Oh a single mom
Who works 2 jobs
Who loves her kids and never stops
With gentle hands
And the heart of a fighter
I'm a survivor
When Olivia was sixteen, and after years of taking care of her mother, she decided she would not live in fear. Fear that deep within her was her fathers rage or her fathers' evil. Her mother had survived her rape, she had kept the child of that foul union. She had raised Olivia, and regardless of her wild child ways to be a decent person, a good person. Many in the neighborhood would attest to that, Olivia was in their opinion, good people. When Olivia was seventeen she knew she wanted to make a difference, to bring men like her father to justice. To help victims like her mother become survivors, to help children like her know that they are not their fathers, and they don't have to be. They were all survivors.
I don't believe in self pity
It only brings you down
May be the queen of broken hearts
But I don't hide behind the crown
When the deck is stacked against me
I just play a different game
My roots are planted in the past
And though my life is changing fast
Who I am is who I wanna be
(I'm a survivor)
Reba McEntire "Somebody"
When Alex was five years old, her father and mother read her fairy tales; stories of princesses and handsome princes. As a wide eyed Alex listened in rapt attention to her parents, she dreamed of her handsome prince, he would be tall, dark, and handsome; just like Prince Charming. As she played with her dolls, her confidents, she told them of the beautiful castle she and her prince would live in.
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
As Alex grew the stories became less frequent until they stopped altogether. Even though she no longer heard the stories she held deep within her heart, that pure wish that one day she would meet her prince and they would live happily ever after. Dolls were replaced with real friends, privileged classmates from prominent families, just like her.
Across town in a crowded elevator
He can't forget the things that waitress said
He usually reads the paper
But today he reads a strangers face instead
It's that blue-eyed girl from two floors up
Maybe she's the one maybe he could fall in love with
When Alex was thirteen year old her mother sat her aside and told her the truth, there were no handsome princes, nor magical castles to be whisked to. Even though, her mother told her, these things do not exist there was somebody out there for her. Alex's somebody didn't have to be a prince or have a castle, but her somebody did have to be a good person, with a good heart. So Alex grew slightly disenchanted with the handsome privileged boys from school, but deep within her heart the little child she was held on to her prince charming.
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
So it was when Alex finally found her somebody she never envisioned it to be an NYPD Detective. Though tall, dark, and obviously good looking, her somebody wasn't exactly the Prince Charming she remembered from childhood. Alex was also sure that when her mother told her there was somebody in the world for Alex, Detective Olivia Benson might not have been exactly what she had in mind. Truth be told Alex wasn't really complaining, trade in the sword for a gun, the cloak and armor for her Detectives shield and leather jacket, and Olivia Benson was somebody very charming indeed.
Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
A moment they'd both missed until that day
When he saw his future in her eyes
Instead of just another friendly face
And he wonders why he searched so long
When she was always there at that diner waiting on
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right on by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
The End