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So, after returning from a surreal trip to New York during which I watched SVU film and met the lovely, absolutely gracious and sweet Stephanie March, I found my muse again. So yay for another oneshot!
"Alex, it's okay, Alex. Alex, it's okay. It's okay, sweetie, it's okay. Stay with me, Alex, stay with me. They're coming right now, it's going to be okay. Alex, you're going to be okay. Look at me. You're going to be just fine. You're going to be just fine. Now stay with me, Alex. Alex, Alex –"
She started awake, her heart pounding as she sat up in bed. It was just a dream, she reminded herself. It was just a dream. She was here, and she was safe, and they would never hurt her again. Olivia had promised her she would be okay, and now she was.
She smiled as she glanced over at the sleeping form beside her, burrowed deep in the covers on Olivia's side of the bed. She resisted the urge to reach out and run her fingers through her lover's soft, dark hair. There would be no use in waking Olivia, not now. They didn't both need to be awake for a bad dream. Olivia had work in the morning, like she always did, and although she never minded being awoken in the middle of the night when she was needed, her girlfriend didn't like doing that to her. Olivia needed her sleep.
The blonde smiled in contentment and lay her head back down, snuggling close to the body beside her, inadvertently waking the woman lying next to her on the bed. She sat up, her eyes bleary, and the blonde's throat caught.
The face was too round, the hair a shade lighter, the eyes too dark. "What is it, Emily?"
And just like it did every morning, Alex Cabot's heart sank as she remembered that no, it was not just a dream.
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