Disclaimer: Elliot and Olivia aren't mine.
The song is Taking Chances and it's sung by Celine Dion. I'm not sure if this is going to be a oneshot or more, but it's definitely E/O. Enjoy!
Don't know much about your life
Don't know much about your world
But don't want to be alone tonight
On this planet they call Earth
You don't know about my past
And I don't have a future figured out
And maybe this is going too fast
And maybe it's not meant to last
What do you say to taking chances?
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold or hell to pay
What do you say?
What do you say?
I was falling. Falling so fast and landing so hard, my head spinning as I plunged into those bottomless blue eyes.
From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was the one. There was a chemistry there from the start and we both knew it. But he was married. And I'd never had a real relationship before. Sure, I'd had a series of meaningless one-night stands after my mother died, trying to drown my sorrows – my guilt – for not being able to do anything about it. I liked to fix things and I couldn't fix her, and I couldn't deal with that.
I didn't trust easily, especially when it came to men. Maybe it was my mother's track record rubbing off on me, but after the long line of disgusting boyfriends she brought home, who would stay a day, a week if she was lucky, before realizing they couldn't handle her and running off. And then she would blame me for their departure, taking her sorrows out on me with her fists. And when I was too broken to fight back, she would drink herself into a stupor, leaving me to pick up the pieces. So needless to say, intimacy brought back memories that I would just as soon forget.
When he told me Kathy had left him, the first thing that flashed through my mind was relief, and then hope. And then guilt, because I knew how much his family meant to him and I was actually happy about his misfortune when I knew I shouldn't be. So I was there for him, as a sounding board, as a drinking companion at three in the morning when neither of us could sleep, sitting mutely beside him when he beat the crap out of a punching bag at the gym and bandaging his bruised knuckles when he finished. I was so close then, yet so far. I comforted him when all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and confess my undying love. But of course, we weren't in a Hollywood movie and that was never going to happen. And unsurprisingly, they got back together a few months later. My heart broke in half when that happened, but I really couldn't blame Kathy. Who would want to be apart from such a wonderful man?
But it was the middle of the night. We'd just had a tough case and we were at a cop bar, drinking away the pain. It was anyone's guess whether my pain came from the little boy who'd been murdered by a serial killer or from the fact that Elliot was sitting mere inches away from me, but there would always be space between us.
But tonight could be different. Polishing off my third glass of liquid courage, I stared into his bottomless blue eyes. "Elliot," I whispered. "Stay with me tonight."
Hmmm . . . is this better as a oneshot or should I continue? Did you like it? Review!