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elocinnicole · 6 months

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Hey! I love your writing so much can you do a Snowpiercer fic? 👀👀👀 Andre and Reader used to be a couple instead of him and Zarah

1,001 Cars

Rating: M 18+ Minors DNI

Paring: Andre Layton x OFC Black!Reader (Paige Knight)

Summary: Paige and Andre see each other for the first time in years.

1,001 cars wasn’t long enough. It’s been four years since Paige has seen Andre. She didn’t even want to be on this God forsaken train but Andre insisted and back then she did any and everything for him. Well, now it was her turn to be selfish and fuck anyone who had a problem with it.

She was probably the most hated person in the Tail behind Wilford, but she did what she had to do. A decent job in Third Class was enough for the two of them, it was far from the glamours lifestyle in First or even Second Class, but her small restaurant was better than fighting for small scrapes in the Tail that wasn’t what she imagined for them.

Paige remembers the day clearly when they heard there was an opening in Third Class cooking. This was it. Their chance out of the Tail. Or at least she thought, when she told Andre of the news she hoped he would be excited to get ahead even if it’s just a little bit. Andre immediately shut her down, told her it was betraying the Tail and everything they stood for to leave it all behind.

“You really want me to turn my back on everyone back here. Just for some funky ass job in Third? Come the fuck on Paige.” Andre whispered loudly, so as not to wake the other Tailies trying to get their rest.

“We’re not turning our back, we—talked about starting a family before all this train shit. I don’t want to have a child in the Tail. I don’t want them growing up like this. What’s wrong with giving a child a better life?”

Andre sighed heavily, “We’re not leaving, not when we’re so close to this rebellion.” Now it was Paige’s turn to sigh

“Come on Andre, you’d rather risk your life for a rebellion than to better ourselves. First, it’s Third Class and then maybe I can finally get a teaching job in Second Class, and you can convince them to give you a job, you used to be a detective.” Paige pleaded, desperately wanting Andre to see her point of view. “Hot food, a shower, God knows how long it’s been since we’ve had good food.”

“You’d give up everything we’ve stood for, for food?” Andre asked, disappointed

“Andre, I’m tired. I didn’t even want to get on this fucking train, but you promised me that we’d get good tickets and look at us. Eating God damn rats!”

“Shush!” Someone whispered loudly

“We’re not leaving, end of discussion.”

“That’s it?”

“We’re on the brink of something here Paige, we can change how this train is run. Just believe in it, us, me. Change is coming to the train. I promise.”

Exhausted with the conversation, Paige merely nodded her head. There was nothing else to talk about.

“Do what you need to do, Andre.”

With that Andre kissed Paige before turning over to go to sleep. That would be the last time she would feel Andre’s lips on hers.

Paige can still hear the insults and the feel the judging eyes on her as she made her last walk in the Tail of the train to move to the Third Class. She remembers Andre not even saying goodbye to her or even being within eyesight. Paige held her head high despite the insults thrown at her, not even giving them a second glance, she left with Ruth forever leaving the Tail behind or at least she thought.

What started off as a job in Third Class led her to teaching the children of the Second Class. Paige started tutoring some children when she closed the restaurant in Third and word traveled that Paige would host weekly sessions with the children. Word moved throughout the train, and she was offered a job in the school which she graciously took. Paige missed being in the classroom, she was a second-grade teacher before Snowpiercer and is what she originally applied for when Andre suggested they get tickets for the train.

Life was going well for Paige until tragedy hit Second Class. A coworker of hers was found dead in her cabin and her right arm frozen solid. Paige found her body when she opened the school that day. She instantly knew there was foul play involved and immediately went to the police.

Paige was supposed to be interviewed by the new train detective after the school day. She had been on edge since finding the body, who could’ve done such a thing and why? Is this what Andre was talking about? The sound of knocks rapping against the door sliding open pulled Paige out of her thoughts. She straightened out her clothes and slide the door open, not prepared to the man standing on the other side.

“Paige Knight?”

“Um, yes.”

“I’m Bess Till and this is Detective Andre Layton. We have a few questions to ask about the death of Ciara Young.”

“Please, come in.” Paige couldn’t bear to look Andre in the eyes. The past couple of years haven’t been kind to him, she could see it all on his face.

“So, here’s how this is gonna go. Detective Layton is going to ask you some question and you’re going to answer those questions truthfully.” Paige nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“Great, I’ll be standing outside the door while Detective Layton conducts his interview.” Till removes the handcuffs off Andre’s wrist, before giving him a stern glance and leaving Paige’s suite.

“So, this is what selling out gets you.” Andre lamented as he rubbed his sore wrists.

“Just ask me your questions so you can get back and tell everyone how much of a traitor I am. I’m sure, Josie will love to hear that.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you want it to.”

“Let’s just cut to the chase, when was the last time you saw the victim—”

“Ciara, her name was Ciara Lane.” Andre looked up and saw that she was struggling to hold back tears.

“Sorry. When was the last time you saw Ciara alive?”

“Yesterday evening, we were having drinks in my suite and she left around 11:00 at night.”

“Was she intoxicated?”

“No, we only had two glasses of wine. We’re teachers, it takes more than two glasses to get us drunk.”

“Did she mention anyone else when she was leaving. Did she give any indication that she wasn’t going back to her suite.”

“No,” Paige answered quickly which Andre noticed but decided to leave it alone...for now.

“So, when did you find her?”

“Around 7:30 in the morning. We usually walk together, but she wasn’t in her suite. So I assumed she got an early start, that’s not uncommon. I can in her classroom there she was at her desk…strangled and her arm had been frozen and cut off.” Andre frowned.

“I would like to ask more questions but let’s go to your suite. Since that was the last place you saw her.” Andre suggested

Paige frowned, Andre motioned to the corner of the room where a security camera was watching and listening carefully.

“Okay, we’ve canceled school for the week, we need to find a new teacher. Do you need to ask permission or…?”

“I’ll handle it.” At that moment, Till entered the classroom.

“Finished?”

“I would like to visit Ms. Knight’s suite, as it was the last known location of the victim.”

“Very well,” Till roughly handcuffed Andre, Paige growing angry at the way she was treating Andre.

“I think they’re tight enough.” Till gave Paige a sarcastic tight-lipped smile. It was a silent walk from the classroom to Paige’s Second-Class suite. Upon entering the room, Andre could smell lemongrass. Paige’s favorite scent, he remembered her apartment always smelling like lemongrass.

“I know all about your history with Mr. Layton here. So don’t try any funny business.” Till said before stepping out of the suite.

“No one’s been in here since the murder, right?” Andre asked, searching her living space.

“No, not that I know of. What are you looking for?”

“Anything that could point me to where Ciara might’ve gone.” Andre noticed an outplace vase on the mantle.

“Have you always had that?”

“Hmm, I’ve never noticed it, no I don’t remember getting that.” Andre grabbed the glass case and found a microphone inside.

“What the fuck—” Andre held up a finger to his lips, signaling her to not speak.

“Can I get some water please?”

“Sure,” Paige quickly poured Andre a glass of water he then put the microphone in the glass.

“Someone’s been listening to your conversations. Do you have any idea why?”

“No, I don’t all I do is go to work and come home.”

“Withholding information can land you in serious trouble. Who knows what fucked up ways they have of making you talk. If you know something you gotta tell me.” Paige sighed as she plopped down on the sofa.

“Ciara was talking about a Rebellion; she had a contact in Third Class. I told her to be careful,” She lamented.

“What happened the last time you saw her?”

“She came over after school and she was talking about the Rebellion finally starting. She said she was getting notes at her door…warnings. She was going to meet her contact in Third and I told her to be careful, there are eyes and ears everywhere. I begged her to stay the night, said she would be fine. When she left a man was waiting for her outside, her contact from the Third class.”

“Did you get his name?”

“Cole. Cole Peterson. That was the last time I saw her.” Andre could see the sadness on her face and couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

“I promise Paige, I’m gonna find her killer and make sure that she gets justice.” Before Paige could answer, the door burst open.

“Ma’am you can’t go in there.”

“Ma’am I told you I’m dropping her daughter off.” A girl no more than three years old, came running into the room. A head full of curls bouncing with each movement.

“Mommy!” the girl said, launching herself into Paige’s arms.

“What happened?” Paige asked looking at the woman.

“She got sick and then I went by your classroom…” while the woman whom Andre assumed to be a daycare worked explained the situation all he could do was stare at the young child and realize how much she looked like him. She couldn’t be, could she? It’s been almost four years since he’s seen Paige, this little girl could very well be his daughter.

“Mommy, who’s that?” The little girl asked, Andre locked eyes with Paige, one question on his mind. Knowing what thought loomed in his head, Paige nodded in confirmation.

“Thanks for bringing her home,” Paige said to the daycare worker.

“No problem, let me know how she’s feeling.” Once again they were alone, the tension in the air thick.

“Mommy, who is that?”

“He’s your Daddy. Andre, meet your daughter, Aaliyah.”

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