AN: so yeah I know I have like two other stories I should be working on but right now I'm just working on whatever...I guess. Anyway this is an AU and AO vs EO, I plan to decide which one wins based on reviews...anyway enjoy.

"Do you think you've gotten better?" he asked her. He watched the woman move in her seat, with her head towards the window, he chooses to examine her fine jawline, his eyes wandering down her neck to her prodigious breast, her shirt too tight for them to go unnoticed. Once he begins to hear her voice, he looks back down at the notepad in his lap, hoping she has not caught him staring. He waits, with the point of his pen, still frozen in his hand. He looks back up confused, watching her continue to stare out the window as she speaks.

It takes him a while, wondering what the fuck she's talking about. It takes him a while to realize she's reciting words from Alice in Wonderland, the only book that's given her hope since she's came to the clinic. Ironic how a story that obscures reality, keeps her tied to it.

"Then it doesn't matter which way you go...so as long as I get somewhere," she murmurers. As she watches the snow outside, she feels his eyes on her. He's studying her...waiting to analyze her.

She fucking hates it.

It's been two years now. Each question he asks, is almost demanding an answer, and each question unanswered leaves her feeling like she's disappointed him. But he always sits there, always in an expensive suit, his thin hair always brushed, his blue eyes always reaching a part of her she's not sure she's comfortable with. She wonders if he sleeps at night...hearing the stories, wishes, and tales of each crazy person that steps into his office.

"And where do you plan to go Olivia?" he asks, "because you can't afford to stay stuck in wonderland,"

"You act as if I don't know it's fake," she snaps, finally looking him in the eyes.

"Do you," he smirks. He knows which buttons to press with her...and surprisingly it has taken months for her to tolerate him. He's not shocked by the glare she gives bites her lower lip, and this time she watches his eyes lower, his own lip twitching.

He looks down at his notepad once more, clearing his throat, ashamed his patient has caught him

But this isn't the first time. The few kisses they've shared has already proven they've crossed the line of unprofessionalism.

"I plan to go home...to my son," she whispers, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"It may be nice to leave Olivia...but it's not guaranteed you get your son back,"

"I love my son,"

She nearly flinches in shame at the doubtful look he gives her. Many times he has told her his view on the situation with her son...most of the time with him throwing harsh words at her, before she yells back...which then leads to her being sedated.

It's a moment of silence as they both stare at each other. A silent showdown. She chooses to surrender as she looks past him, hoping her illusion of eye contact fools him. On his desk is a picture of his ex wife, holding their only daughter. He always refuses to tell her their name and in exchange she does the same, refusing to tell him the name of her son. She begins to become teary eyed, her eyes burning as she sees the picture of her therapist holding his child close...something she hasn't been able to do in two years.

"I didn't try to drown my son," she chokes out.

He scoffs, closing his eyes to keep from dramatically rolling them. "You say that every session Olivia," he sighs," your ex husband found you holding your son underwater Olivia,"

"He lied," she sniffs, not even realizing her tears have now glided down her cheeks. She knows he doesn't believe her...no one does. Who would trust a supposedly recovering drug addict who may have snapped from withdrawal. With a powerful attorney husband, her child was gone, her chances were gone. The judge, luckily sympathetic, decided not to send her to prison. She saw her son on the news sometimes...with his father, who was on a winning streak with cases across New York...he always smiled...along with his new step mother, a much younger, cleaner, and more reliable woman fit for the lifestyle. Maybe she did try to kill her son...

No. He lied.

She glanced at her therapist...seeing him soften as he watched her. He laid his notepad on his desk, leaning forward, closer to her. She moved forward a bit, the leather couch making a slight noise as she leaned closer to him. She looked at him, as he laid a hand softly on her knee.

"Noah...," she mumbles. He raises an eyebrow,confused as to who she's talking about. "My son...his name is Noah,"

"Noah," he murmurers. "I've seen him...he talks highly of you,"

He hopes his words cheer her up but is shocked when she begins to sob violently,nearly collapsing in his arms. She's cried before but this is a woman in pain, her wails seem unnatural with such a husky voice like hers, especially for a normally composed woman. Each cry is filled with sorrow and after each session, he has come to believe she would never hurt her son. He wraps his arms around her, an uncomfortable position as they sit in different seats, but he refuses to let her go.

With other patients he would have called for a nurse to either sedate or calm them down, but instead he holds her, placing soft kisses along her forehead, his lips brushing her bangs.

"H-he...won't even let me see him anymore!" she cries between sobs. Although she can't see him, he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"Olivia...does he know you get out this week?'

"Y-yes!" she exclaims, "I get out o-on Christmas...an-and all I wa-want is to see my son!"

He's pissed as he holds her a bit tighter, but making sure he isn't hurting her. He knows what she's going through. He's gone through it before, during his divorce years ago, even becoming an alcoholic. It took him a few years to become abstinent from alcohol. Which inspired him to take a change in his profession. He had to help Olivia...he knew getting to close to his patient was dangerous but even when he first saw her, a cigarette in hand sitting in the recreation room catching her trading medication, he had been drawn to her. Each session,whether silent, yelling, a few stupid puzzle games, meditation...she was the one patient that made his week a bit bearable.

Just her presence appeased him.

"Olivia...get a lawyer,"

She shrugged.

With what money?

"Okay listen, I know someone," he whispers, "her name is Alex Cabot...she can help you,"

Her sobs have long ceased, and although she is frozen, she hears his offer loud and clear. He feels her slightly nod, and before he has a chance to kiss her, his alarm blares soft jazz music, signaling their session has ended. He looks a the calendar book beside his empire state building snow globe and also his name plate.

Dr. Elliot Stabler.

It's Tuesday, December 20th. She has five days left before she leaves. They have five days left together.

But even after she leaves, he hopes his attorney friend Alex Cabot can help Olivia see her child again.

So sorry for any mistakes, I'll fix them or maybe not. And I feel really strongly about completeing this story. And soon I'll also be posting a Tuckson AU, so if you don't like Tuckson then don't read it. This is AO and EO and soon I'll explain Olivia's situatio further and as to who her ex-husband is. But I bet ppl have guesses...

Anyway I'll try to update soon.

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