Title: Love You Forever

Author: ZombieJazz

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Law and Order SVU and its characters belong to Dick Wolf. The characters of Will (and his family) and Noah have been created and developed for the sake of this AU series.

Summary: Olivia continued adventures in motherhood - as she balances raising her son with her career. This story is set in my AU series. It would take place several years after Undeserved.

Author's Notes: This AU series is for SVU fans and readers who want Olivia to have something that resembles a more normal life outside of work and a family of her own - hopefully somewhat realistically within the canon of SVU. The timeframe would have it outside of the TV series' current timeline and would likely have Olivia into her early 50s. My stories are not EO and never will be. You may want to read some of my other ones for context on the characters in this AU first - though, it's likely fairly self-explanatory on its own too.

WARNING: THIS STORY MIGHT KIND OF BE A SPOILER FOR READERS OF UNDESERVED.

"Well, why can't you just take me home?" He spat at her as they got off the elevator.

"Because this isn't a vacation, Noah," she glared at him, as he stormed towards the squad room. "You're suspended. You aren't going to go home to spend the afternoon watching television, playing video games and surfing the Internet."

She was so angry at her 13-year-old son. Not only had she had to leave work to go into the school and get him – but she had to sit in his principal's office and hear about how disrespectful he'd been to his one teacher and then again to the principal when he was called in to discuss the infraction. Worse still, he'd sat there and just shrugged at every comment made and question directed at him during the meeting.

She didn't know what was going on with him. He was in his last semester of middle school. He'd excelled academically. His future already looked bright. They had applications out to some of the top public schools and private schools. He had his sights set on getting to go to the High School for Math Science and Engineering. Will was over the moon about it – and she was just happy he was working towards something. The administration at his school had told them that with his marks, his personal and family history and their catchment area, he had a good chance of getting a scholarship. He was going to have doors open to him that a lot of kids in their income bracket could only dream about. But right now he seemed determined on slamming those doors shut – and he wasn't even giving her a clear indication why.

He'd been acting out lately. At first she'd been writing it off as just puberty and his own anxiety about what was going on with his high school applications and where he'd end up the following fall. Starting high school was stressful enough for kids. Adding in the competitive aspect of trying to get in somewhere that would give him a solid foundation for his future – that he was still too young to have even decided what that really meant – is rough on any kid that age. But his growing defiance and attitude was starting to upset her. She'd started considering if drugs or alcohol were playing a role – but she hadn't seen any evidence of that. Her son really didn't have enough friends that he'd be going out and successfully getting it into his system outside of her view, she thought.

She just couldn't figure it out – and he was refusing to talk to her. She'd pretty much decided she hated puberty – and that she hated having a teenager. She missed her son. People had told her that he'd snap out of – sometime between 17 and 21. That sounded like an absurdly long time to wait to her.

"Whatever," he mumbled at her and walked right past her desk.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" she said.

He turned around and crossed his arms. "To the bunks."

She snorted. "No you aren't. You think you're going to get to go and sleep all afternoon too?" She pointed at the chair sitting next to her desk. "Sit down."

He rolled his eyes at her.

"Cut the attitude, Noah," she told him sternly.

"I'm not going to sit here all day," he said, glaring at her.

She smiled at him and how ridiculous he was being. "Yes, you are. Sit down."

He crossed his arms. "You're embarrassing yourself," he told her, nodding at the other detectives who were clearly looking on.

She shrugged. "Noah, you've caused enough embarrassment for the both of us today. A little bit more? No big deal for me. What about you? Sit down."

She walked past him and sat at her desk and pointed dagger eyes into him again – even though he kept his back turned to her and his arms still drawn against his chest.

"Hey, Amaro," she said to her partner sitting across from her, looking at her with questioning eyes. "Want to hear the essay my apparently gifted son wrote for his history class?"

Nick shrugged. "Sure."

She held up the scrunched piece of paper she'd been carrying since leaving his principal's office. "Fuck, fuckedity, fuck, fuck. Fuck, fuck. And that goes on for about four pages. It's pretty deep stuff."

Noah turned around and glared at her. "Shut up," he said.

"Sit down," she told him again.

He stormed over and slammed himself into the seat. "You're as much of a fucking cunt as her," he spat at her.

It stung – but she just kept her eyes on him. "If you EVER call me – or any other woman – that again, your cheek is going to be stinging into next year."

She'd never hit her son before – but she didn't think she was bluffing. The word coming out of his mouth made her want to slap him. She hadn't raised him to talk to women that way.

"Big deal."

"It is a big deal, Noah. You some respect. To me – and to yourself." He didn't even look at her.

"Give me your phone." He glared at her. "Give me your phone, Noah," she said again and he dug it out of his pocket and tossed it on her desk. She took it and placed it in her top drawer. "Give me your bag."

"I don't have anything in my bag. You've got my phone. You've got me sitting here. I have nothing to do. Success. I'll watch all your fucking criminals ..."

She slapped the desk. "Enough! You are going to stop using that language. Give me your bag."

He huffed and handed her his backpack. She opened it and slammed a history textbook on to the edge of the desk next to him – and then shoved a pad of paper and a pen at him. "Start reading and start writing."

He crossed his arms again and slouched down in the chair looking off into space.

She leaned over towards him. "You think this little stunt makes you a tough guy, Noah? Getting lots of laughs at school? Not such a geek anymore, right? Now you're pretty cool – telling your teacher and principal to go fuck themselves? Really funny. The only person you're hurting is yourself."

He looked at her. "I'm not writing the stupid essay."

She shrugged. "Fine. You want to lose the opportunity to go to HSMSE? Or one of the private schools? At a scholarship? I don't care. Saves me a boatload of money."

"It doesn't matter where I go to school," he spat back at her. "I'm just going to go to NYU as a faculty kid. They have to let me in. This doesn't even fucking matter."

She shrugged. "OK. I'm sure your father will be happy to vouch for a student who doesn't care about his future and treats his teachers like shit."

"Will won't care," Noah shook his head.

She snorted. "Yeah, he loves the lazy asses who play the system. He's going to be so happy to learn we've raised one."

Noah glared at her. "It's just a fucking history essay."

"Oh, it was a fucking essay alright, Noah. So now you're going to write a non-fucking essay. Now."

He shook his head. "I hate you."

"Hate me all you want, Noah."

There will be more chapters for this here and there. Have thoughts on at least another couple that will likely come shortly. But mostly just capturing something I was thinking about based on some readers comments and questions from Undeserved about what would happen to Noah and what his and his mother's future holds. Still, any feedback is always appreciated