Title: Hurting
Characters/Parings: Elliot/Olivia (eventually); Olivia/Dean Porter; Munch/Alex (established); Casey/Chester (established); Bobby/Alex (established); Cragen/Donnelly (established); Mike/Carolyn (established); Fin/Melinda (established); Jason Porter (Dean and Olivia's son).
Rating: PG-13/Strong R for smut, violence, language, loads of angst and drama.
Setting/Classification: AU; Some SVU/CI crossover.
Spoilers/Notes: Major spoilers for 'Infiltrated', 'Florida' and 'Screwed'. For the sake of this story, Elliot doesn't have any children and was never married. Melinda's divorced. Bobby, Mike and Elliot are first cousins. Alex Cabot, Casey and Olivia are sisters and Cragen's their father.
Summary: Olivia's in an abusive and controlling marriage with Dean Porter. The unthinkable happens concerning her only salvation. As she heads down towards a self-destructive path, a certain blue-eyed detective will help her get back on track.
Author's note: Don't take my head off, okay? This idea has been playing in my head for a while, mainly because there are a growing number of Dean-haters on this site (including yours truly). I have a sick feeling our favorite female detective will hook up with him this season since Elliot went back home (but we all know something bad will happen). So, please, bare with me. The ending of the story will be to everyone's liking.
Enjoy and happy reading!
Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your resident writer and friend, Nina!
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Porter residence
Manhattan, New York
June 22, 2007
Sporting a black eye, a bruised jaw and several more bruises on her body, Olivia Benson-Porter padded downstairs and saw her husband Dean sitting on the couch, nursing another bottle of beer. Their newborn son Jason, the only beautiful boy who kept her on her toes during the days that was gloomy, gurgled and cooed in his crib. Being an NYPD detective was tough, but being married to an FBI agent was even tougher. If they only knew what Dean was really like.
She hasn't been herself since she married Dean almost a year ago. When she went to Oregon for an undercover assignment, the handsome FBI agent caught her eye. Before long, they began talking, flirting and doing everything they could to be near one another. By the time she came back home, she was already pregnant.
When Dean found out about the news a short time later, he asked her to marry him. Of course, without thinking, she accepted. When they came back home in November, they exchanged vows at the courthouse.
Everyone at the 16th precinct were shocked about her newly married status. Her partner and best friend Elliot Stabler was even more shocked because he never had the chance to tell her how he felt. He has been in love with her since they first met almost eight years ago, but he has been too chicken to say anything. So, he ended up delving into some pretty easy one night stands to ease his broken heart.
On June 1, 2007, Jason Sean Michael Porter was born. He was beautiful and was the splitting image of Olivia. Everything felt so right.
Boy, has everything changed! And it hasn't been for the better, either.
Deciding not to bother him, Olivia went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. She decided to call in sick again because she didn't want anyone to see the bruises on her face. And it has become a habit for her to call in sick lately. Sure, she loved Dean, but when his abusive and controlling antics came into play, everything shattered around her.
"Who are you calling?" Dean asked as he stumbled into the kitchen.
"My job. I'm calling in sick again," she simply said.
"For what?" he snapped.
"The bruises on my face. I can't let them see them," she reminded him.
"You're a big girl, Olivia. You can handle a beating," he sneered .
Not from you, she thought. Then, she looked at him and gave him a fake smile. "I just can't go in today, that's all."
He wasn't impressed. He was starting to get upset. "I know what this is, Liv. You think I'm stupid, dumb or crazy, huh? You're not going in because your partner won't be there, right? Yeah, I know all about your precious Elliot Stabler. What's so great about him, huh? He ain't cute and his temper has gotten him in trouble too many times! I don't know why you put up with him! He's an asshole who can't keep a woman for more than a month. He's a whore!" he shouted.
Olivia shrunk back in fear because she knew she'll end up at the receiving end of his temper, in more ways than one. She couldn't handle it sometimes. And she couldn't handle her husband bad-mouthing the most important man in her life. Elliot didn't deserve it.
"You know what, bitch? You're so pathetic and stupid. He doesn't want you, whore. He doesn't love you, either. You're lucky I've been willing to stay with you dumb ass for so fucking long. Let me tell you something, tramp, you're mine! You belong to me! We have a son together! Try to leave me and I'll make sure you'll never seen Jason again! Don't fuck with me, bitch!" he screamed in her face.
"Okay, I won't. Just don't hurt me, please," she pleaded softly.
"Don't hurt you? DON'T HURT YOU?! How do you think I feel whenever I see you making googly eyes at Elliot?! How do you think I feel when you brag about him all the fucking time?! You love him, don't you?!" he roared.
"No! I love him as a friend but I love you..." were the last words she said before his fist connected with her jaw.
"Bullshit!! You love him, bitch! You wanna fuck his brains out so bad, don't you?! You're my wife and the mother of my child but you love him?! You want me to kill him?!" he snapped as he grabbed her shoulders and slammed her back towards the wall. She started screaming out in pain as her husband kept slamming her against the wall. Hot tears started forming in her chocolate brown eyes as Dean grabbed her by her long brown hair and threw her down on the floor.
"You want me to kill Elliot, don't you?!" he snapped as he grabbed a broken broom stick from the basement door and began beating her with it. Hard.
"No, please, don't do this!" she cried. Feeling pain ebbing throughout her already aching body, she knew she couldn't fight him, no matter how hard she tried.
"I'm going to kill him! He's not gonna be with you, Olivia! You're mine, bitch!! Try to leave me and see if you'll get Jason! I'll fucking kill you!!" he snapped as he kept hitting her with the broom stick. As the next blow came, she somehow managed to block it. With all of her strength, she managed to stand up.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Dean leered at her.
"Stopping you from hurting me again," she said, her newfound confidence building within her.
"What did you say?" he asked, not believing his ears.
"I'm stopping you from hurting me again, Dean. I can't live like this anymore. You're not only hurting me, but you're hurting our son. He doesn't want his father beating up on his mother. He wants a father to look up to. Why are you doing this? You're not the man I married. The Dean I know would never hurt me," Olivia challenged.
He snapped. He didn't know what came over him, but he dropped the broom stick and lunged at her, wrapping his hands around her neck and began choking the life out of her. She started screaming again when he started banging her head against the cabinet doors. Then, he threw her down on the floor and began kicking her everywhere. She tried to block his blows, but he was too fast for her. Before long, she was losing consciousness.
He picked her up again and threw her in the dining room, smiling evilly as he watched her crash against the dining room table. She groaned in pain as she slid down on the floor. Cradling her throbbing head in her hands, she felt cold tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe she allowed herself to endure so much physical pain from him. He was supposed to love her, not hurt her. And, to make matters worse, he was doing it right in front of their son.
"I'm going out for a while Olivia. I expect you to be here when I get back. And make sure our son is fresh and clean. I can't stand a smelly baby. Don't let me down," he commanded before he walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
She was too sore to move. Thankfully, Jason fell asleep, so he didn't hear anything. Struggling to get on her feet, she crawled back into the kitchen so she could use the phone. But, before she could even reach it, she collapsed on the floor.
X
Special Victims Unit squad room
16th precinct
Manhattan, New York
May 22, 2007
"Has anyone seen Olivia?" Elliot asked as he looked up from his files.
"I believe she's at home," John Munch said.
"She was supposed to be here. I know she has Jason, but I thought she hired a nanny for him," Elliot replied.
"It's been hard for her to find one lately. Besides, Jason has an ear infection, so she has to be there for him. Also, with Porter almost never at home, she's been taking care of him," Fin explained.
Elliot nodded his head and slumped in his seat. Something was not right with her. It was normal for her to be at home because she was on maternity leave, but she would've been back by now. In actuality, she hasn't been her normal self since she came back from her undercover assignment months ago. She became bitter, more stubborn and distant and moody. Elliot felt that Dean had changed her.
She won't talk to me. Every time I ask her a question, she's quick to snap at me. I don't know what's going on but I'm about to find out.
"Munch, Fin, can you cover for me?" Elliot asked as he grabbed his keys and jacket.
"Sure. May I ask where are you going?" Munch asked, narrowing his eyes at him.
"Over to Olivia's. Something's not right and I'm about to find out right now," Elliot called out as he walked out.
Munch and Fin looked at each other with knowing looks on their faces.
X
Porter residence
Manhattan, New York
May 22, 2007
When she finally woke up, Olivia realized she was still in the kitchen: battered, bloody and bruised. Jason was crying in the living room; a sign that meant he needed to get changed. Crawling slowly, she was still aching from the beating she received at the hands of Dean earlier, she had a long way to go. Her son's crying turned into loud screams as she kept crawling and crawling. Finally, after minutes, she came over by her son's side.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Mommy's here," she said frantically. But, the exhaustion of crawling from the living room to the dining room, not to mention the nonstop pain she endured finally got the best of her. She collapsed on the floor shortly after she got there.
Meanwhile, Elliot pulled up in the driveway a few minutes later. He heard Jason's crying from just sitting in his car. He quickly got out, slammed the door, padded up the steps and burst through the door.
When he got inside, he saw Jason crying in his crib. His heart stopped beating when he saw Olivia on the floor, passed out. He went over and kneeled down besides her, touching her shoulder to startle her.
"Liv, wake up. Your son's crying," he said softly. But, when he managed to turn her over on her back, he watched in pure terror as bruise after bruise covered her entire body. His breath caught in his throat as she began to stir. Just when he was about to pick her up and carry her out of the house, someone came in.
"Elliot! What the hell are you doing here?!" he barked.
The blue eyed detective looked as stared into the eyes of a pissed off Dean Porter.
And that's the first chapter! I have really, really big plans for this story, so you're gonna have to bare with me. BTW, please R&R Black and Blue. I've finally updated that story! Stay tuned!
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