Hi, folks. SVUProductions here, with the third chapter of… uh… oh yeah, Time of Your Life. Please review, everyone :)

Disclaimer: If SVU was owned by obsessedwithstabler and myself, Chris would not have been allowed to leave until Elliot and Olivia had spawned half a dozen offspring, Kathy would have been either nonexistent or written off, and poor El and Liv would need to be resuscitated multiple times a season, if not episode.

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Olivia let out a relieved sigh as she walked into her apartment. Behind her, Elliot followed, his mouth drawn in a tight line. A little over a month had passed since his return, and in that time, he had unofficially moved in. They never really talked about it. He just never bothered with finding his own place. It suited her just fine.

Shortly after his return, he had gone and talked to Cragen and gotten his job back. Cragen had been relieved, because it meant his two best detectives had been reunited. Olivia was just happy to have her partner back.

Elliot took his dark blue jacket off and draped it over the back of the sofa. He hadn't spent a night on her couch since that first night...

He was so deep in thought, he didn't notice when Olivia sat down beside him. "El?"

He looked at her. "Yeah?"

She ran her thumb along his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Mm hmm."

She knew him better than that, but she didn't argue. Instead she kicked her shoes off and leaned back into the couch. Then she reached out, gently drawing his head into her lap. The contact was mutually comforting, and she felt her heart swelling with a deep affection.

He smiled. "Cozy."

"Mm hmm." Her fingers began raking through his hair.

Her gentle touched eased the headache that had just started to form, and he sighed in relief.

As he relaxed in her lap, she began to relax as well. She had been worried about him for the better part of the day.

Elliot closed his eyes and focused on her soft fingertips gently stroking his hair.

"Love you, El," she whispered.

"Love you, too."

For the first time since his return, they didn't make love. Instead, they stayed where they were on the couch, until they both fell asleep listening to the breathing of the other.

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Two weeks passed by relatively smoothly, with only a couple of small incidents. Elliot would just take an aspirin, but Olivia would beg him to do something about it.

One evening, as they were getting ready for bed, Olivia watched Elliot undress. She could read him like a book, and she knew that he was in pain again. With a soft sound of frustration, she pulled him down onto the bed. Then she straddled his waist and studied his face. "El, you need to do something about these headaches you've been having."

"There's some Advil in the cabinet," he said simply

She huffed. "Stubborn bastard."

He smiled. "That's me."

"Really, Elliot. I'm worried about you."

He kissed her. "Don't be."

She eased down onto his chest. "I can't help it. I love you."

He gently slipped out from under her. "I'm gonna go take an aspirin."

Concerned, she watched him go, trying to convince herself that there was nothing seriously wrong with him. It was only a headache...

Elliot opened the kitchen cabinet and reached for the bottle of aspirin. Suddenly he felt dizzy and grabbed the counter to steady himself.

Olivia frowned when she heard a stifled groan. "Elliot?" She sat up, and as she slid out of the bed, there was a dull thud. Moving faster than she'd ever moved in her life, she raced into the bathroom. "Elliot!" He was on the floor, spasms shaking his body violently.

"No..." Olivia ran back to her bedroom and grabbed the phone, then raced back to her partner's side as she dialed 911. "Stay with me, Elliot," she muttered as she impatiently waited for a dispatcher to answer. Once they finally did, she hurriedly explained what was happening. Then she dropped the phone and knelt beside her partner.

Elliot struggled to focus on her as his headache increased by a tenfold.

"I'm getting help, El," she murmured, not certain if he could hear her. "Just hang on."

By the time the paramedics arrived, Elliot was still twitching sporadically. But he had lost consciousness, and Olivia was terrified. She watched as one of the medics injected something into Elliot's arm. Then they placed him on a stretcher and carried him out of the bathroom, with Olivia following them closely.

At Mercy General, Jana Hayes, an ER nurse, was reading through a patient's file. An ambulance pulled up in the ambulance bay, and a few moments later, a man was rushed inside on a stretcher. Jana stood up and hurried over. "What do we have?"

"Forty-four year old male, suffering from headaches, just had a seizure."

Jana looked at the patient, and a strange look appeared on her face as the patient was wheeled past her.

A woman hurried after the stretcher, and Jana quickly returned to her desk. The man she had just seen was her friend's ex husband, she was certain of it. She picked up the phone.

Olivia followed Elliot closely, refusing to be separated as he was settled in an Exam room.

An hour after they arrived, Olivia reluctantly left the room long enough to call Cragen and let him know what happened.

Kathy hurried down the hall toward Elliot's room. Jana had called her to inform her that Elliot was sick, and she quickly found his room and slipped inside. He was sleeping soundly in bed.

She quietly stepped next to the bed. "Hey, Elliot..." she said softly. "It's okay. I'm here now." She gently touched his cheek.

After speaking with Cragen, Olivia slipped back into the exam room where her partner was. She wasn't expecting what she found. "Kathy?"

"Olivia? What are you doing here?"

"I was with Elliot when he collapsed, and I brought him here. What are you doing here?"

"I just came to see him."

"Now isn't a good time. He needs to rest."

"I can keep an eye on him."

Olivia sighed. "He just had a grand mal seizure, Kathy. He's only allowed to have one visitor at a time."

"I didn't know you were here."

"Now you do, and you can leave."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm his medical proxy, and I need to be here to speak with his doctors. You can wait in the hall, if you want."

"Olivia, I'm his wife!"

"Ex-wife," Olivia corrected coldly.

Kathy glared at her. "I still care about him."

"I'm sure you do, and I don't want to get in a pissing match with you, Kathy. But right now, you need to listen to me and go."

Kathy started to argue, but turned on her heel and left quickly.

With a sigh, Olivia sat back down in the chair by her partner's bed.

Another hour passed before his doctor returned, accompanied by several nurses. Olivia looked worried. "Did you figure out what's wrong with him?"

"We're taking him to Radiology for an MRI, Ms. Benson."

"Why?"

Dr. Jameson looked at the file in his hand. "Because we believe a tumor is causing his symptoms."

Olivia felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her. "A...a tumor?"

"It fits all of his symptoms. If it is a tumor, we need to locate it and decide on the best course of treatment for Mr. Stabler."

Olivia watched, sick, as they put the safety rails up on Elliot's bed, then wheeled him out of the room.

Jameson stayed behind and watched Olivia closely. "Are you very close with Mr. Stabler?"

She nodded numbly. "We live together."

The doctor looked sympathetic. "I'll let you know as soon as we know something."

"Thanks." She watched the doctor leave, and once he was gone, she felt very empty and alone.

Finally, an hour and a half later, Elliot's bed was wheeled back into the room. Olivia got up, watching intently as they got him settled again. Once the nurses moved away, she went to the head of the bed and gently kissed Elliot's forehead.

Elliot slowly opened his eyes. "W-what...?"

Her tired eyes lit up. "Hi, baby." She began stroking his hair gently. "How do you feel?"

"Tired... my head still hurts."

"I know." She tucked her free hand into his.

Jameson approached the bed. "Hello, Mr. Stabler. I'm Dr. David Jamison."

Still half asleep, Elliot greeted him with a nod.

Jamison looked at Olivia. "You should come with me, Ms. Benson."

Olivia hesitated, deeply reluctant to leave Elliot's side.

Elliot frowned but rested his head on the pillow.

She looked at Elliot. "Are you going to be okay while I go talk to your doctor, El?"

"I'll be fine."

"Okay." She kissed his forehead, then followed Jameson out of the room.

In the hallway, Jameson looked Olivia over.

Olivia stared back at him. "So...did you find out what was wrong with my partner?"

"We did, Ms. Benson. Unfortunately, I don't have good news."

She paled. "What did you find?"

"I'm afraid my initial diagnosis was correct. We found a tumor at the base of his skull."

Olivia was stunned. "But...you can operate, can't you?"

"It would be extremely difficult with this type of tumor. It's called a glioblastoma multiforme, and even with surgery and aggressive treatment, his outlook is very poor."

She was silent for several moments. "So you're telling me... that even with treatments..."

"He might gain twelve to seventeen months."

Twelve to seventeen months with treatments...

Elliot Stabler was going to die.

To Be Continued...

So, yeah… that last sentence is kinda scary, eh? So, I totally bought the new edition of People, and it has a beautiful picture of Mariska, and- oh yeah, y'all are lynching us now and don't care about my magazine…. *hides under rock in a foreign country* And as one more note, I misspelled rock…. I accidentally typed c in place of the r…. so wrong. Review if you want me to stop ranting.

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