Part 2, or maybe Chapter 2, whatever! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and I hope you like this one!! There's gonna be one more, unless you want me to do a sequel or something. ENJOY!!!
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Finally he just gave up, there was no way he was going to be able to go inside and not say anything when the preacher asks for any objections. If he went in, he was going to object and then ruin his partnership and everything else he could've had with Olivia. No way was he going to do that. If he couldn't be her husband, he was going to be her best friend, which was second-best, wasn't it? Just as good as being her husband, right? Not.
So I sat alone
In my truck across the street
Watched that chauffer smokin' cigarettes
In that long white limousine
So Elliot just sat there, staring at the church and his glance occasionally straying to the limo and the driver that just sat there, smoking about five cigarettes. Elliot thought that he needed to lay off the smoking, but that was just a thought, trying to divert his attention from the wedding that was taking place in front of him. His love was marrying another man. And he wasn't man enough to try and stop her. With a bellow he grabbed the flask and hurled it out the window, making it smash into a tree trunk that was nearby. But that didn't make him feel any better. Not one bit.
He kept sitting there. And sitting there. And sitting there.
No way was he moving from this spot, not until Olivia came out and he had irrevocable proof that Olivia was someone else's, that she would never and could never be his. She had always been just beyond his grasp, but that had been his own fault. Now she was forever out of his reach, and it was still his fault. He could've asked her out earlier, he should've asked her out earlier, and he would've asked her out earlier if he had known she would fall for someone else while he was procrastinating.
I could just imagine
What was goin' on in there
Sunlight streamin' through the stained glass
And those flowers in your hair
Elliot could almost see what was happening inside, a beautiful Olivia waiting in the wings while Melinda walked down escorted by Fin and Casey walked down escorted by Munch. He could see his kids in the pews, and then saw Cragen, his face full of pride for Olivia walking a woman in white down the aisle. A woman he knew to be Olivia. God she was beautiful, her flowing white dress clinging to her, and her hair curled, framing her pretty face perfectly. When she reached the altar, Cragen gave her to the man standing there, and the two stood side by side, listening intently to the priest doing the service. Then, when he finished, they had exchanged rings and vows and then the priest said those few fateful words, "You may kiss the bride." The couple kissed, while everyone around them erupted into cheers. Elliot could almost taste Olivia's lips, could almost feel them on his. Then, he saw Nathan's face kissing Olivia instead of his and he jerked out of his reverie, realizing that he was just sitting in his car, outside of the church and it was Nathan Brooks marrying Olivia, not Elliot Stabler. Which was not like it should be.
And in less time than it takes a tear to fall
Those bells rang loud as thunder
As they opened up the doors
Now I don't have to wonder anymore
Elliot felt tears burning in his eyes, and just as one fell, the bells right above the church rang loudly, startling him with their tolling sound. Their toll seemed to sound so final, like a funeral of sorts. Then, the doors opened wide and a gaggle of people poured out of the church. Elliot searched through the crowd for one particular person, and didn't have any trouble spotting her. She was the only one in white, and she was holding Nathan's hand, which was just like it shouldn't be. Elliot should be the one standing there. Elliot couldn't take his eyes off of her, even though it meant having to look at her while she was hanging on Nathan's arm. He blinked a few times, forcing his tears back into his eyes and he wiped the one that had fallen away. He sighed sadly, since now it was final. Detective Olivia Benson was now Mrs. Nathan Brooks, or Mrs. Olivia Brooks. He shuddered to think of her as Detective Olivia Brooks, it just wasn't right. Benson was her name, either that or Stabler. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
Laughin' and a cryin'
Tossin' that boquet
And when you got in that limo
I drove off the other way
Elliot watched as Olivia started laughing, and then let go of Nathan to allow herself to be dragged away by Casey, while Melinda organizes all the single women into one group behind her. Casey goes to put her hands over Olivia's eyes, but Melinda shoos her away, as she's married and Casey isn't. Olivia laughs, and Elliot can hear her laugh, one that he hadn't heard since she had gone to Sealview. It bothered him that he still didn't know what had happened, and Nathan probably did.
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End of Chapter 2!! Only one more to go, and I'm gonna say it again, since I can't say it enough: GARTH BROOKS ROX AND HE SHOULD COME OUT OF RETIREMENT SOOOOON!!! Thanks for reading, and please review!!!
