Summary: What if it wasn't Kathy that Elliot got pregnant in high school. It was Olivia. Take the twisting, winding and challenging journey with them from the moment they meet to the moment they take their last breaths.
A/N: Here is another story I thought of. It's going to be a long story so reviews will be definitely appreciated if you want to see more. I wasn't going to post this until it was completed and beta-ed. But I kinda lost patience, so here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone, I have just borrowed them and will return them ASAP....ASAP could be a long time though. LOL.
Queens, New York
September 1983
Sixteen year old Olivia Benson walked through the hallway of Queens High School for her first day of Sophomore year. She was tall and athletic with medium length, soft, dark brown hair, which curled just past her shoulders.
Looking for her English classroom, she was kind of lost. She was about to ask someone when she froze. In front of her was the most gorgeous creature,she had ever laid eyes on.
He was at least six foot tall, buff, with short brown hair and the most stunning cerulean blue eyes.
He smiled as he approached her and it was the most gorgeous smile too.
Olivia blushed.
"Hi, I'm Elliot. Are you lost?" he asked. His voice made her heart flutter. "Hello?" Elliot spoke up again, trying to get her attention.
Olivia shook her head and cleared her throat, coming out of her deep thoughts and perving. Maybe even a little drooling.
"Oh sorry. I'm Olivia. It's my first day, I just transferred from Manhattan."
"Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Nice to meet you," he said with a huge smile. "What class are you looking for?"
Olivia could feel her heart pounding inside of her chest. Was is possible to fall in love in just a few minutes?
"Ah..." She looked at the time table in her hand again. "English class, room fifteen," she replied softly, just loud enough for Elliot to hear over the loud chatter as people rushed past them, heading to their own classes.
"Come on, I'll show you where it is. I am heading that way myself. Tell me about yourself."
Olivia began to walk beside him. Her heart still thumping against her ribcage as Elliot's hand kept brushing against hers, sending shivers up her spine.
"Oh, there isn't much to know," she laughed, nervously. "Ah..My name is Olivia Benson. I'm sixteen and the only child to a single mother. You?"
"My name is Elliot Stabler. I'm seventeen and I have an older brother and sister and a younger sister," he introduced himself as they walked up the stairs.
The teens reached the class and Elliot stopped in front of Olivia. "Want to meet up at lunch to talk more? I'd love to get to know you better."
Olivia blushed with a smile. "Ah, sure, I'd love to."
"Ok, well this is your class right here. I'll meet you in the student car park at lunch. See you later."
Olivia nodded. "Thank you. See you," she replied and walked in to her first class.
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Lunch time finally came and Olivia headed toward the student car park, looking for the irresistible guy she'd fallen in love with just hours earlier.
"Olivia!" She heard someone call out her name.
Looking around, she caught sight of Elliot leaning against an old, black, four door sedan.
Olivia walked over to him with another blushing smile. "Hi. Are we going somewhere?" she asked, shyly.
"I was going to take you to a cafe a couple blocks away. Is that ok?"
Olivia nodded. "Yeah, sounds nice," she replied. Her heart pounding again.
Elliot walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for her like a gentleman. "Hop in."
Olivia walked over, nervously. "Can't we walk?"
"Ah sure. Sorry. I thought you might have wanted to go somewhere after the cafe," he apologized and shut the car door, locking it.
It was Olivia's turn to smile at Elliot's nervousness. She shyly placed her hand over his bigger, rougher one and looked in to his beautiful crystal blues. Getting lost in them.
They had only just met that morning but it felt like they had known each other for a very long time.
"It's ok, Elliot. We only just met this morning plus walking and talking would be nice," she told him softly and smiled when Elliot took her hand in his, entwining his fingers with hers.
The couple walked most of the way before Elliot spoke up, feeling the tension in Olivia's body, running down her arm, her hand, in to his body.
Stopping her, he tugged her arm so she was facing him. "What's going through this gorgeous head of yours?" he asked, softly, tapping her temple gently.
Olivia licked her dry lips and shook her head. "No...Nothing, I'm fine. Let's enjoy some lunch before we have to have back to school," she replied, distantly.
Elliot nodded, deciding it was to give her time and let this new friendship grow...hopefully into something much more.
Arriving at the cafe, Elliot and Olivia sat down at a nice shaded table for two out the front and started to look through the menus.
"What are you going to get, Liv?" Elliot asked, not realizing the slip of the tongue, calling her by a nickname already.
Olivia realized it and smiled. It sounded so sexy slipping from his mouth.
She looked up from the menu. "Just a chicken salad with ranch dressing and a small glass of orange juice. What are you having?"
Elliot looked from the menu that he was reading. "A steak and chips sounds good," he replied and put the menu down on top of the one Olivia had looked through, on the centre of the table.
Putting his hand up, he grabbed the attention of a nearby young waitress.
She looked like she was maybe twenty years old with blonde hair and emerald green eyes. "Hi. I'm Lila. What would you like today?"
"A chicken salad with ranch dressing, a small orange juice, steak; medium rare and chips and a bottle of water please," Elliot ordered for the both for them.
The waitress jotted down the order on her notepad.
"It will be about ten minutes," she informed them and walked away.
"So, what do you want to be when you finish high school?" Elliot asked, casually.
Olivia twiddled her thumbs on the table until Elliot stopped her by placing his hand over hers. "Don't be so nervous, Olivia. I'm not going to bite. Hard," he joked, trying to break the tension so Olivia would feel a little more comfortable.
Olivia exhaled slowly, embarrassed. "Sorry. Just not used to guys being nice to me," she explained, bowing her head, ignoring the waitress, who put down their drinks and walking away, to keep their privacy.
Reaching over the table, Elliot cupped her chin in his hand, lifting up her face. Olivia felt a bolt of electricity flow through her body and she became flushed.
Elliot caught the redness of Olivia's cheeks and smiled; he'd also felt something between the two of them.
"I don't know why not. You're so beautiful, nice and gentle. I know we only just met this morning but I have already noticed those three things about you," he told her, honestly.
Olivia blushed an even darker shade of red. "Thanks."
Elliot smiled and saw the waitress return with their meals. "Chicken salad?"
"Yes," Olivia said.
The waitress put the meal down in front of Olivia before placing Elliot's meal in front of him. "Enjoy," she said politely and walked away.
Letting go of Olivia's chin, Elliot grabbed his knife and fork as Olivia picked up her own fork. "So what do you want to be, huh? Tell me."
Olivia exhaled a deep shaky breath. "I want to go to college and then the police academy. I want to become a Special Victims detective."
Elliot smiled. "So do I. Except I want to take a year before going to college to go in to the marines," he told her. She was feeling a little more at ease now and was warming up to him.
"That sounds good," she said and took a bite of her chicken salad, realizing that she wasn't as hungry as she thought.
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Looking at her watch she realised it was nearly one o'clock, they need to head back to school but she didn't particularly want to go. She would only miss gym. It wouldn't matter since she ran a mile or two a day.
"We should hurry up and head back," Elliot said, after a few minutes of silent eating.
Olivia swallowed the masticated food in her mouth and shook her head. "I don't want to go back. Let's go get your car and spend the afternoon together."
Elliot furrowed his brow. "Are...Are you sure?"
Olivia nodded. "Yeah. It's only gym. I'm not a fan of gym class. I don't like to change in front of people," she explained, sadly.
Elliot put his hand on top of Olivia's. "I think you need to get some things off your chest and a shoulder to cry on," he spoke softly, caressing the back of Olivia's hand with his thumb.
Olivia quickly shook her head. "No. No. You'll hate me when you find out, just like everyone else," she replied, freaking out.
"I won't, Liv. I promise," he said and got up, taking her hand.
Olivia let him help her up and they paid the bill before heading back to the school for Elliot's car.
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Some time later, Elliot pulled over in the car park of a nice, quiet, shady park.
"Where are we?" Olivia asked, lifting up her sunglasses so she could get a better look, before she unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Peaceful Park," Elliot replied as he unbuckled his own belt. "I hope your mom isn't expecting you home at a certain time." He took his keys out of the ignition and turned to look at her.
Olivia shook her head scoffed. "She's an alcoholic, Elliot. She usually goes to a bar after work and gets sloshed. Comes home when the bar closes and she usually brings home some random guy."
"Oh," he replied, not knowing what to say. "So what moved you out here?"
Olivia bit her bottom lip. "She embarrassed me too much for me to go back to my old school," she explained. "She made a big scene in the middle of some school performance I was in. We still live in Manhattan though. I catch the subway down here."
Expecting Elliot to just ditch her in the middle of nowhere, she got out of the car and started to walk really fast down a path.
"Shit," Elliot cursed and quickly got out of the car, shutting the door behind him.
He locked the car and jogged down the path to catch up to Olivia.
Shit, she had long legs. She was quick.
Finally, he caught up to her and stopped her by standing in front of her. He grabbed her biceps gently and Olivia fought against him.
"What the hell?!...Let me go, you son of a bitch!"
Elliot looked in to her beautiful chocolate brown orbs. He could see fury but behind that anger, he could see her. The real Olivia Benson. The pain, hurt, the betrayal she had endured, loneliness and the flicker of light, which was quickly burning out.
"Liv...Tell me what is happening...Please," he practically begged her.
Olivia quickly shook her head and a sob finally escaped from deep in her throat. "I can't," she cried.
Elliot wrapped his arms around her, embracing her in a hug and allowed her to cry on his shoulder. The shoulder she so desperately needed.
Wrapping her arms around him in response, she cried, taking him up on his offer. She hadn't had a good cry in such a long time.
Elliot rubbed her back, soothingly in roaming circles. "It's ok, Olivia. It's ok," he reassured her and went to hug her tighter but stopped, hearing her wince in pain. He pulled back. "Liv?...Liv, you ok?"
Olivia shook her head. "Promise not to leave or hate me, if I tell you?"
Nodding, Elliot guided her to a bench. "Of course I won't leave or hate you," he promised, not knowing what he was about to hear..
Olivia took a deep breath, trying to collect her courage. Most guys were disgusted and left her once they knew. "You have to promise me."
Elliot nodded, and placed a hand on her slender thigh, gently squeezing it. "Yes, Olivia. I promise."
"My mother was raped seventeen years ago...I am the product of that rape...She drinks away the pain because I am the daily reminder of it and she hits me as another coping mechanism."
"Wow...I was not expecting that," he said, honestly and felt Olivia tense up.
Knowing she was going to get up and leave, he gently squeezed her thigh again.
"No...Don't think about leaving. Stay right here," he told her, softly but firmly.
"Aren't you disgusted?" She asked, confused. All the other guys had stated their disgust and up and left her by this point.
"No, I'm not. Shocked, yes...Disgusted, no. Olivia..." He looked into her eyes giving her full eye contact and continued. "I don't care about how you got here, only that you are here and at how amazing and beautiful you are. Please don't let your conception define who you are."
Olivia shut her eyes and felt Elliot wipe away her tears with the pad of his thumb before opening her eyes again.
It was like the light in her eyes was shining a little brighter but it was going to take a long and painful time to get that light to its full brightness.
Elliot got up, taking her hand as she stood up behind him.
"What, Elliot?"
"You need to show me where you live," he said, casually, guiding her back to the car.
Olivia furrowed her brows. "Why?"
Elliot stopped. "I am taking you away from the abuse. You need your clothes."
Olivia froze.
Was she finally going to get away from the beatings and cleaning up of vomit every night?
"Really?"
Elliot nodded. "My parents won't mind, we have a spare bedroom and my folks are licensed foster parents. Also, my dad is a detective. He could contact a friend of his in Special Victims to take the abuse case."
Olivia stopped Elliot this time. "I'll move in with you but I do not want my mother charged with abuse or neglect or anything like that. Please," she begged.
Elliot nodded reluctantly and guided her the rest of the way back to his car. "Ok, Liv. Ok."
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The car ride to Olivia's townhouse was quiet except for the radio playing the latest rock music.
"It's right here," Olivia said, pointing to the next red brick home coming up.
Elliot pulled up right in front and turned off the engine, taking out his keys. "You want me to come in with you?" he asked, taking off his seat belt.
Olivia took off her own and opened the door, the whole time mulling over the question just asked.
He wasn't disgusted about how she was conceived...In fact he offered to help her. He wasn't disgusted by the fact she had an alcoholic mother...So there wasn't any harm in letting him in, in fact with the two of them, they could pack and get out quicker.
"Sure," she finally replied and closed the car door behind her.
Elliot got out and locked up the car, quickly following her up to the front door.
He saw Olivia's hesitation before she unlocked the front door and opened it, allowing him to follow her in to the silent home.
"Ah, my bedroom is upstairs," she said and headed straight upstairs, hoping that he wouldn't look in to the living room.
If he did, he would see a dozen empty alcohol bottles, dirty plates and vomit stains in the carpet, which she was supposed to clean before her mom got home.
Serena was going to get a big shock when she got home to find her daughter not there and the place still messy.
Olivia was glad that she wouldn't see that.
She stopped in front of a closed door, at the end of the upstairs hallway, which displayed a poster of a big, popular band and a wooden name plate, 'Olivia' with flowers painted around the lettering.
Olivia opened her bedroom door and Elliot saw that it was the cleanest room that he had seen in the whole house. It was simple and it was Olivia's refuge away from her mother.
He saw a double bed against the wall to his right, a chest of drawers with a small mirror on the top to his left, a desk with a couple of text books on it, next to it and a couple of pairs of shoes under the desk.
Olivia passed him a small bag and pointed to a small cupboard next to her bed. "Could you please empty that drawer and cupboard underneath it?"
"Sure," Elliot replied and headed over to it as Olivia emptied her clothes drawers.
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As they made their quick dash down the stairs, the home phone rang and the answering machine picked it up.
An angry woman's voice came through. It was Olivia's mother.
"Olivia Quinn Benson answer this phone right now, young lady...I got a call saying you skipped your afternoon classes. When I get home, you are in so much fucking trouble, young lady," Serena scolded and hung up.
Olivia froze.
Elliot gently took a hold of her slim wrist and caressed her cheek with his other hand. "Let's go, huh?"
"I...I can't. I have to clean up."
Elliot sighed and caressed her cheek again, where her cheek bone stood out.
Olivia, you don't deserve to live like this. You aren't your mother's carer. She's supposed to be taking care of you," he told her softly but firmly.
Olivia nodded. "Take me away," she whispered. She was sick of missing out on her childhood.
He put Olivia's bags in the trunk of his car as she got in and comfortable in the passenger seat.
Once he shut the trunk, he got in the driver's seat and looked at Olivia. "Let's take you home, huh?"
Olivia sighed and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, Elliot."
"No problem," he replied, not taking his eyes off the road ahead and then a comfortable silence took over in the car, allowing Olivia to relax and shut her eyes.
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Elliot pulled up in to his driveway, happy to see his mother's red SUV parked in its usual spot.
He pulled on the park brake, turned off the engine and took out his keys, unbuckling his seatbelt before waking up his sleeping passenger.
Elliot put his hand on her thigh and caressed it, over her dark blue jeans.
"Olivia...Wake up, Olivia."
Olivia woke up startled and looked at Elliot, rubbing her eyes. "Shit," she muttered. "Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"It's ok. Let's go inside. We'll grab your stuff later," he told her and opened up the car door.
Olivia opened up the passenger door and got out, closing it behind her before following Elliot up the flower bordered path and into the lovely, welcoming two storey home.
"Mom!" Elliot called out and an Irish woman appeared from the kitchen.
She was tall and fit with long brown hair, which flowed to mid-back and Olivia caught a glimpse of deep blue eyes as she approached.
"Hey El," she greeted her son and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Who's your friend?"
"Mom, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is my mom," he introduced them to each other.
"Hi Olivia. Nice to meet you. You can call me Angie."
"Hi, Angie. Nice to meet you too," Olivia replied, shyly.
"Olivia needs a place to stay, mom."
"Oh, El. You could have given me some notice, couldn't you?"
"If it's too much, it doesn't matter. Elliot, can you please take me home? I have a lot of cleaning to do before my mom gets home."
"No, Olivia. You can't go back there. You can't go back to cleaning up her vomit and clearing her bottles of alcohol."
"My mom's going to be so mad, if she sees I haven't cleaned up."
"Elliot, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" Angela said, "Olivia, take a seat on the couch, honey. We won't be long, ok?"
Olivia gulped and took a seat on the couch.
"I'll be right back," Elliot told her and followed his mom in to the kitchen.