A/N: This is a Childhood Notes REWRITE. If you think I'm trying to copy someone else's story, please look at the story under the name "Childhood Notes Rewrite". You'll get your answer.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Law and Order: SVU, nor do I own any of their characters. I only own the ones that I make up.

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-serenityrayne417 (formally forshame417)

P.S.- If I didn't mention it: These are Elliot's notes and these are Olivia's

Olivia sat by Nancy Stabler's side as she phoned her husband, telling him where to pick up Serena Benson. She hung up the phone and turned back to Olivia.

"Do you want to go sit with Elliot for a bit?" Olivia nodded and walked into the living room. She sat down on the couch next to Elliot, tucking her feet beneath her and laying her head down on the armrest.

"What's the matter?" asked Elliot, noticing how sullen she had become.

"Nothing," Olivia replied in a voice just above a whisper. Elliot scooted a bit closer and muted the television.

"I'm not stupid," said Elliot, "Tell me what's wrong."

"Fine, let's go to your room."

Once they were up there, settled on the bed, Olivia took a deep breath before telling Elliot one of her deepest secrets.

"My mom, she…well she used to…"

"What?"

Tears sprang to Olivia's eyes, "Hit me." she finally whispered. Elliot's jaw dropped.

"She drank…alot." continued Olivia, "She came home really late sometimes and she'd be angry." She sniffled and wiped her cheeks.

Elliot was a pot full of emotions: sadness that he his friend was so upset, disappointment that he didn't help earlier, and anger that her mother had hurt her so badly.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered. Olivia sniffled and looked up at Elliot.

"Don't apologize," she said, crawling towards him and sitting, "You weren't the one who hit me."

"Where are you going to go?"

"Your mom said I could stay here." At this, Elliot's face lit up.

"Really?" Olivia gave a small smile and nodded. Elliot wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She hesitated a little before returning the gesture.

In the hallway, Nancy Stabler was watching with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

Later on that night Stephen Stabler walked into his home, closing the door behind him. He had just come from booking and interrogating Serena Benson. In his hand was a suitcase full of Olivia's clothes, shoes, and personal hygiene tools.

He found the kids huddled under a make-shift tent in the basement. What they were doing, he had no idea. It was after dinner, so Elliot was in his pajamas which consisted of a grey wife beater and blue, plaid, flannel pants. Olivia was still in the clothes she had worn earlier that day, seeing as she had nothing to change into.

Elliot hid the notebook he and Olivia had been writing in behind his back just as his father pulled back the sheet serving as a door to his fort.

"Hey, Dad," greeted Elliot. Olivia offered a small smile and a wave.

"What are you guys up to?"

Elliot shrugged nonchalantly, "We're just talking."

Stephen crouched down and looked at Olivia, who looked so innocent under the dim light of the flashlight she held in her hands.

"I just wanted to let you know that I brought your clothes here. I'll just put them in the guest room." Olivia nodded and watched as the man stood up and walked out of the room.

Elliot waited until he heard his father's footsteps on the stairs before whipping out the notebook he had been hiding.

"So where were we?" he muttered to himself. Olivia took the notebook from him and flipped to a clean page.

"So all of our info is in here," she said, "So now we just do recordings of important events in our life." She began to write.

Wednesday, September 4

- Elliot and I start third grade

-We see creepist twice (recess, talking to Mr. Valencia)

Thursday, September 5

-Elliot and I see creepist at recess

-Elliot sees creepist in the morning

Olivia hesitated for a moment, and then continued to write.

-My mom is arrested

-I begin living with the Stabler's

Olivia closed the notebook and crawled out of the tent.

"Come on," she called to Elliot, "I have to go put on my pajamas."

Elliot waited on the guest room bed with his hands clamped on his eyes as Olivia changed.

"Can I look now?"

"Yeah."

Elliot moved his hands and looked at Olivia's pajamas. It was an oversized navy Columbia tee-shirt that reached just an inch above her knees. On her feet were white ankle socks.

Someone rapped on the door and Nancy, dressed in pale pink pajamas, poked her head into the room before walking in.

"It's time for bed, guys." She announced. She kissed Elliot on the head. "Goodnight, Elliot."

"'Night, Mom!" he replied, "'Night, Olivia!" he threw over his shoulder as he walked towards his bedroom.

Olivia crawled onto the guest room bed and sat down so that she was facing Elliot's mother. Nancy knelt down by the bed and held the covers up as Olivia crawled under them.

"Are you all good for the night?"

Olivia nodded, "Thanks for letting me stay here." she said, turning towards the woman with her head propped up on her elbow.

"You're welcome, Sweetheart. If you need anything at all, just tell me, okay?" and she began to walk out of the room.

"Wait," said Olivia, getting out of bed. She padded across the room and threw her arms around Nancy's waist.

"Goodnight." Nancy smiled and squeezed the little girl.

"Goodnight, Olivia."

Stephen looked up from the novel he was reading as he heard his wife enter their bedroom.

"Are the kids asleep?"

Nancy nodded, slipping under the covers. "I think Olivia will be fine for the night. How'd it go with her mother?"

Stephen sighed and Nancy offered a sad smile, "That bad, huh?"

"We found her at that pub, the Black Tavern. She was out of her mind drunk." He shook his head, "She freaked out on us when we tried to take her to be questioned. She could barely even walk straight."

Nancy rubbed her husband's arm affectionately and snuggled into his side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a loving squeeze.

"She deserves so much better." She murmured and Stephen kissed her head gently.

After about an hour of a failed attempt to sleep, Olivia silently slipped out of bed and tiptoed across the hall into Elliot's room.

She opened his door slowly and just as quietly closed it. She crawled onto his bed and began shaking his shoulder.

"Elliot," she whispered, "Wake up."

He began to stir, his electric blue eyes blinking in surprise. In front of him was Olivia, her angelic-like face illuminated in the moonlight.

Elliot sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "Olivia? What are you doing in here?"

"I can't sleep."

Elliot wordlessly moved to the other side of his full sized bed as Olivia crawled in next to him. They both settled in, facing each other.

"Goodnight, Elliot." murmured Olivia, closing her heavy eyes.

"'Night, Liv." Her eyes flew open.

"What did you call me?"

"Liv."

"Oh," said Olivia, once again closing her eyes. Moments later she was fast asleep, as was Elliot.

Yay-yuh, we're getting some E/O fluff in there. I've never written so fast in my life! I'm lovin' how this story is coming out.

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-serenityrayne417