Hey guys! This is my second storry, just a little thought I had late one night, please don't kill me! Hand's up who's excited for wildlife?! I cannot wait so this is just to tide you guys over, very angsty!! xx Please review let me know what you think! Part two is already written so let me know if you want it! xxx
Title: Too late
Charachters: Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson
Warnings: Character death *tissues at the ready*
Disclaimer: I own nothing...very bitter about it...but I own nothing all the same
Elliot slowly opened his eyes, his head was throbbing and the minor stab wound in his chest was to making it hard for him to breathe…his only thought was that it was real, it wasn't a dream. He was battered and bruised and locked in the back room of an old abandoned building. The building creaked, he didn't bother to look up as the rain began to pour down into the building through the holes in the ceiling. He couldn't look up, couldn't look down, he couldn't call for help as if he was in a state of shock. He couldn't do anything because it wasn't a dream, he wasn't alone. Lying next to him cuddled into his chest was his partner, she had stopped breathing a long time ago and he couldn't bear to move her. She was covered in her own blood, as was he. He still had his arms wrapped around her, once used to try and keep her warm. While he begged her to stay awake. It was pointless now, at that moment in time he didn't care if he even made it out of that building, if no one found him. She was dead, he'd held her in his arms as she took her final breath and now he held her limp body. He remembered her soft, breathless voice as she told him it wasn't his fault. She had clung to him, struggling not to cry, to protect him as he frantically tried to save her, promising her he was going to get her out alive. When the realisation came that he couldn't fulfil his promise he had cradled her in his arms as she closed her eyes for the final time. He looked down again at her pale face, almost like it was the first time he saw her he was overwhelmed by her beauty. He leant down and gently kissed her forehead. He couldn't let go of her, he should have lay her down and summoned the strength to get up and find help for himself but as he sat holding her he knew the second he let go it was real, she was gone, so he pulled her closer and held on as tightly as he could, as if just at that moment as he held her lifeless body as close as he could the realisation set in, she was gone and his sobs echoed through the empty building.
So what did you think? Please review and let me know what you think, I love Liv very much but the idea popped into my head so I thought I'd give it a go! XxX