So here is my next story, Holding on to Hope. In the story the twins are 14, Kathleen 17, Eli 3 and Maureen 21. Elliot and Olivia are already together but this story will still have EO (of course!). But, is not all about EO. Please read and review. I wrote this chapter so it could either be left as a one shot or continued. I really want to continue but your reviews will tell me what to do.

Disclaimer- I own nothing, I admit so dont sue. I'm just a SVU addict teenage girl, who has no money after she spent all $10 at the movie theater. $10 for a Icee and popcorn, ridiculous!

Kathy sat on the couch, eyes focused on the window. She was watching her 14 year old daughter get out of the car belonging to the girlfriend of her ex husband.

"Bye Livy!" She heard the girl call before bursting inside. It was the kid's weekend with their dad and Lizzie and Olivia had gone out shopping so Elliot brought Dickie, Eli and Kathleen home earlier. The 21 year old Maureen was away at collage.

"Hi Lizzie." Kathy said, smiling a little.

"Hey mom," she said, running off into her room.

"Wait a minute!"

"What?" She replied in a annoyed tone, on the middle of the stairs.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah."

"What did you buy?"

"Um a pair of earrings, lip gloss, a couple nail polishes . We looked at Halloween costumes. I asked and Livia said she'll take us next week to get them."

"I was gona take you guys," Kathy's face fell.

"Oh. I guess I'll tell her. I asked because I knew she would want to, considering she's never done it before."

"No no, she can take you. Hey, do you wana watch a movie or something?"

"Nah not really."

"Oh." Kathy's face fell again but Lizzie didn't see. The teen just turned around and ran to her room.

Normally, she would've understood. She already raised one teenager and Kathleen was already 17. But after today, it hurt.

Because in a few months, there's a chance they never would be able to do that. Have lazy days just watching movies and eating popcorn. Or go shopping. Bake. Have girl talks. By next year, Olivia might have to take the kids costume shopping.

It all depended on whether the cancer was treatable or not.

Back in Olivia's apartment, her and Elliot were settling in for a movie night of their own. The couple of two years were snuggled under a warm blanket, drinks on the coffee table, popcorn drowning in butter next to them.

"Lizzie wants me to take her and the kids shopping for Halloween costumes next week."

"She does? Okay well you have Saturday off."

"That's what I was thinking. Do you think Kathy will mind?"

"Why should she?"

"Well Lizzie said she always took them."

"She did, as always I was working. I would come home and they would be waiting in their costumes to charge me. One time, they waited two hours. I felt horrible." Elliot sighed remembering, it was the year they started having more and more fights. Neither said anything for a moment or two.

"Well I guess we'll figure it out then." Olivia finally said.

Back at the Stabler residence, it was dinner time. Eli was sitting in a booster seat, Kathleen next to him, Dickie next to her, Lizzie next to him and Kathy next to her and Eli. The Stabler children and their mother passed plates of food around the circular table. Eli munched happily on the food already provided for him.

"Did you guys have fun at you dads?"

"Yeah," Kathleen said as the twins nodded.

"I had lots of fun!" Eli exclaimed, food in his mouth.

"Really? What did you do buddy?" Kathy asked.

"Me and daddy played cars and he took me to the big park! But I gots dirty so my Livy gaves me a bath. We played boats and I splashded her. It was a accident and she thought I was silly. Then we had paghetti for dinner. Afterwards we made ice cream sundaes and I shared mine with my Livy. Then we watched a movie."

"What movie?" Kathy asked again, wondering when he started calling her "my Livy."

"Toy Story. I gots to pick. My Livy said I could." He declared proudly, "she said if I was real good, she would take me to see Toy Story 3. I love my Livy." He finished, taking a drink of milk.

After she put Eli to bed, Kathy and her youngest daughter were doing the dishes.

"So when did her start calling Olivia 'my Livy'? She questioned, scrubbing a plate.

"He always has."

"Oh I guess I didn't notice."

"I think it's pretty cute."

"He really loves her huh?"

"He loves you too mom."

"I know, I know. I was just saying. It's good though, considering kids don't always like mommy or daddies new boyfriend or girlfriend."

"He's known her all his life."

"I guess. It is pretty cute."

"Yeah, but you'll always be his mommy. No one can change that." Lizzie said, smiling at her mom. Kathy smiled back as tears began to form at the corner of her eyes. No one could change that, but cancer's not a person. It's a monster.

"Go up to bed hon, I'll finish." Kathy said, not wanting her daughter to see her cry.

Later that night, she layed in bed, tossing and turning as the doctors words replayed over and over in her mind. Kathy, you have breast cancer. Kathy you have breast cancer. Kathy you have breast cancer.

"How bad is it?" She asked unsure if she was ready to know.

"It's aggressive. Already in the later stages."

"What can I do?"

"Chemo, we might have to remove the breast with the tumor."

"Will that cure me?"

"It's hard to say."

"Will I die?" She asked, quietly, butterflies growing in her stomach.

"I cant tell you for sure. Your gonna have to be tough, brave and strong. It's not entirely possible, nor impossible."

After that she left, not wanting to hear anymore. She wanted to be brave, and ask for a more defined answer. But she could feel tears collecting in her eyes and her words caught in her throat.

How does this happen? She thought, I just went to the doctor last month! Her mind was buzzing, with questions, what if's and fear. Sleep didn't come until almost dawn. But she knew to be prepared for more sleepless nights. Many more.

So what do you think? Drop me a review ;). In no way is this story about killing off Kathy or anything. I only don't like her because she's the main reason why Elliot and Liv cant get together. So if you think this story is some twisted way of a happy story, wrong place.

Gosh I'm hungry! I know this is the last place where I should be complaining but we have NOTHING to eat. Just Ramen noddles, pasta, yogurt, fruit, pretzels, Fig Newtons and Popsicles. I know that's a lot compared to the people starving in Africa, but if that's all you had been eating all week, you would feel my pain. Blah it's gonna be 3am so I gotta sleep now. Follow me on twitter, CapricornChica.

-JustAGirlIGuess