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Employee of the Month alternate timelines. Four scenarios of what could also have happened or not happened.
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A Tony Soprano apology for Christmas, what more could Jennifer Melfi want? A surprise appearance by her least favorite person! Well, there you have it. Set in season 4.
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03 Feb 2026
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Extended scene from 01.10 A Hit is a Hit. Curiosity killed the cat...?
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01 Feb 2026
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She looks up, hoping in vain that the bus will arrive without a 20-minute wait, and finally realizes that she’s at the wrong stop. This is the bus for New Malden, the flat she hasnʼt been to since… Well, since Villanelle. Ugh. Now she’ll have to get up and pretend like she hasnʼt been waiting for 10 minutes for nothing. At least thereʼs nobody at the stop, aside from that woman who just arrived, with the fashionable dress and the blonde hair and-
“Oh for Godʼs sake.”
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04 Jun 2022
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Villanelle scans the room. Her face falls, impossibly quick. In one second she is soft and glowing with the aftershocks of pleasure, and in the next she is struck by despair. Eve nearly rushes to her side.
“What? What is it?”
She throws away the towel she was using on her hair, sighs deeply and unfortunately, pouts. Actually pouts. Like a child. “I just realized I’ll have to wear something of yours now. Please tell me you have anything at all that isn’t monochrome and dull.”
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Sometimes you go all the way to Russia to find your family only to realize that home is with an idiot with amazing hair who keeps getting herself into trouble and should really invest in better locks for her apartment.
Sometimes you go all the way to Poland to find your family only to realize that home is with a homicidal asshole who corners you in buses and breaks into your not-quite-friend's flat in the middle of the night because of course she did.
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04 Jun 2022
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“The place where you shot me. The scar. The skin got patched up, but everything in there, and all the way down, it didn't heal the same. Scar tissue doesn't feel the same as the regular stuff.” Villanelle's hand drifts to just above her waist, fingers brushing against something underneath the fabric. Eve can imagine what. “When I touch it, I don't feel anything at all. Maybe it's like that with Niko, too. Maybe the things that hurt us the most are the things that we feel the least.”
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“You said I wasn't capable of love. Do you remember?”“I do.” It was when you shot me , Eve doesn't add, because it still doesn't feel quite safe to mention.
“Well, you're wrong. I am capable of it. I know I am.” Her forehead has creased a little, between her eyebrows, and that's when Eve realizes how well her eyes have adapted to the darkness by now. She has no idea how long they've been here, just talking. “Because if I didn't love people, it wouldn't hurt so much. They wouldn't be able to hurt me.”
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“And when I do tell the truth, you won't believe me.” Eve opens her mouth to protest yet again, but this time she can't even make a sound before she's cut off. “When I told you you make me feel things, when I told you I love you. You told yourself it was all fake, because that's what you really want. You want me to lie, you want my feelings to be lies. Because maybe then you can pretend that yours are too. That I'm so good at faking it that I've tricked you into caring about me.”
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“You make me feel like there's a home for me, somewhere out there. I haven't found it, and it might take a while yet, and it might take some work. But I'm not doomed. And Eve...”Villanelle's eyes are deep and endless and she might be going crazy, but suddenly they are so easy to read. Transparent all the way down. Nothing like other people's, nothing at all, but a different language that she's suddenly discovered she can speak fluently.
“You are not doomed either.”