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I have to stay, for Polly! /01

AU based on the events of 3.22.

The following AU is already a bit far-fetched but since the finale I just cant let go of this idea. Alice's words to Cheryl: "I have to stay, for Polly. " inspired me to a" what if? " So here's an AU with a completely different view of the events from 3.22 and the entire farm / cult story since the end of season 2. This story begins in the midst of the events of 3.22 and will include one or the other flashback to season 2 and 3.

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As she closed the heavy metal door in the dark catacombs behind her Alice breathed in relief. Cheryl was on her way to safety, Juniper too.

Now her attention was on Polly and herself. They had made it to this point. It was only a matter of time before they would be able to escape the hell created by Edgar.

A cold shiver ran down her back, fear drew her worried look. She were running while taking her way back to the rooms at the Sisters, to not raise any suspicion to one of the Farmies or even Edgar.

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(flashback)
„I'm proud of you, Mom, for visiting Dad. I know, that was not easy for you."

„We all have our albatrosses, Polly." Alice still looked so fragile, her eyes were blank.

„I think I have someone who can help you, Mom. A friend of the farm who healed me when I was so broken afert Jason. If you're open to it, I would like to invite him to visit you and talk to you. "

„That sounds nice, Polly."

Polly's facial expression changed mysteriously and was underlined by a distinctive but knowing, pointed grin.

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A few days later ...

Polly had arranged the meeting.

Now Alice was in a bare room, the artificial light burned uncomfortably on her forehead. She sat in a chair, a simple metal table separating her from her counterpart. A young, handsome man in a suit, mid-20s, with blue eyes, blond slightly gelled styled hair. His eyes were focused on her, friendly, not intrusive but somehow ... familiar.

„What did Polly tell you about me, Alice?", he asked.

„Not really that much to be honest. .. You are a friend, from the farm, Edgar Evernever.You helped her to get over the death of Jason Blossom. Polly thinks I should talk to you about the events of the last few weeks, to settle down, to heal. "

„I see, there's still plenty of room for explanation and the truth. Alice, I'm not Edgar Evernever. " The young man pulled out an ID Card and slit it over the table that separated them both.

„You are from the FBI?"

He nodded and revealed while smiling the lettering on the ID Card he'd been covering with his fingers before. His eyes turned serious, his smile seemd now concerned.

Alice's eyes, on the other hand, widened suddenly. The shock was written on her face, tears forming in seconds. „That cant be ...",'she stammered tearfully.

The man got up and moved in her direction. He reached carefully for her hands and dropped to her knees before her. As his warm fingers gripped her hands her shaking reaction stopped immediately. „My name is Charles Smith.", he spoke softly. „I am your son!"

„But ... Charles is dead."

„No."

„But Chic ..."