A/N: Remember the episode where Olivia drives Kathy to the hospital? They get in a wreck and Kathy goes into labor? It's also the episode with the most amazing hug ever between Elliot and Olivia? -Paternity.
Have you ever wondered what it would have been like if Kathy didn't make it out alive? What would have happened between Elliot and Olivia?
Yeah, it is kind of random, but I had to write a short story for my language arts class and this idea just popped into my mind. It is a short story, like I said, but I thought I'd post it up. By the way, if you like this, I also have another SVU story coming out soon. D I'm excited.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, then Paternity would've turned out quite differently. See for yourself …
What in the world was going on? Just a few minutes ago, or so it seemed, I was driving Elliot's almost ex-wife to the hospital for a check-up. Now, I was climbing out of a pile of rubbish which had previously been my new Mercedes.
Everything on my body hurt, but my training as a police officer kept me from worrying about myself and I ran around the car to help Kathy.
Oh no. My hand flew to my mouth. Kathy's body was mangled. Her neck was broken and had been snapped. I knew immediately, without even touching her, that she was dead.
What am I going to do? Oh my God. I killed Kathy!
Sirens blared in the background but it was too late for Kathy. How had I escaped with just a few painful cuts on my stomach and legs and many bruises all over, while she had not even made it through with her life?
"Olivia!" Elliot yelled, jumping out of the nearby squad car and rushing to my side. "Are you alright?!"
His face was livid with shock, terror and concern. I nodded slowly. "I'm fine El. But Kathy ... I'm so sorry Elliot. She ... she's not going to make it."
He swallowed hard and pulled me into his arms. I laid my head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry," I kept repeating. Soft, salty tears hit my shoulder, a mixture of both his and mine.
"It's not your fault, Liv," Elliot whispered sadly, hugging me tightly to his body. "These things happen."
I heard the fire fighters using the Jaws of Life on my destroyed Mercedes. It was no use.
"Excuse me ma'am," I heard behind me. I glanced up from my safe haven in my partner's arms. A man in a white suit was standing over us. When had we sat down together? I wondered.
"You're going to have to ride in the ambulance."
I shook my head. "No," I argued. "I'm fine."
Elliot began to stand up. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up with him. He had a dark red stain on his crisp, blue shirt. It took me a little while to realize that it was my blood.
"Olivia, be reasonable," he stated calmly, calmer than I'd ever seem him. He was trying not to lose it. "I already lost the mother of my children and my now permanently unborn son. I am not about to risk losing you too."
I frowned but allowed him to lead me to the ambulance. Quickly, he climbed in and held out his hand to help me up.
Elliot and I sat silently together on the white leather-like stretcher. He wrapped his arms around me again. We watched while the scene unfolded around us. A paramedic leaned over Kathy, placed his hand on her wrist and slowly shook his head. Tears slid down my cheeks.
Silently, I placed my head against Elliot's shoulder. He tilted my head up and kissed my lips softly as the ambulance doors sung shut.
