Title: Her Negotiation
Author: ZombieJazz
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Law and Order SVU and its characters belong to Dick Wolf. The characters of Will (and his family) and Noah have been created and developed for the sake of this AU series.
Summary: What would happen if the Season 14/Season 15 finale and premiere were set in the AU of Liv/Will/Noah? Cragen sends Olivia home for a couple days after working the William Lewis case. She hasn't heard from her husband or son for several hours when she walks into their unusually quiet house.
"I think Will here deserves something he's going to remember for the rest of his life. Don't you?" Lewis asked with that tease still in his voice. He knew he had her – them – backed into a corner.
Olivia could see Will trembling. She couldn't decide if it was out of fear or anger – or that his body was starting to fall into shock. She almost felt like it might be better if his body – his mind – just did start to shut down. She didn't want him to have to deal with this. To remember it. To feel it.
"Liv … don't …" he near whimpered out like he had at least sensed her hesitation. Her reluctance to adhere to Lewis' commands but her acceptance that she needed to do what their capture demanded.
Her husband knew all to well why she'd never gone down on him before. If Lewis had managed to track that bit of personal information from her past was questionable. It was more likely that he'd just decided she was a prude and that a 'cultured woman' wouldn't participate in oral sex. He thought it would be humiliating for her. To get down on her eyes – in front of him – and to take her husband into her mouth with an audience. But it wasn't just humiliating. It was more than just a violation. It was ripping up a wound that her and Will had worked so hard together to heal for her. It was a sacred area of their relationship. A limitation that her husband had been understanding and protective of. He'd even stopped her when she'd tried to motivate herself – force herself – to be a doting wife and a reciprocating partner. Now Lewis was about to shatter that trust, bond and understanding she'd created with her husband.
"Lewis …" she started in an attempt at negotiation. But she didn't even have a chance to try to form the rest of the sentence. The gun moved from being pointed at her to ramming into Will's temple in such a way that he emitted another sound and his head jerked to the side. She could see him tremble more at its sudden presence against his head and the reality that his life was determined by just the finger of a psychopathic man in their bedroom.
"I said, get down on your knees," Lewis pushed out of pursed lips in a false staccato.
Olivia held up her hands as if in surrender. "OK …" she said and moved to lower herself down, transferring her weight onto one knee and then the other as she came to rest in front of her husband in a way she never had before.
"Whatever you say, Lewis," she said, trying to sound agreeable. Though, she knew being agreeable might be a false move. He didn't want her to be agreeable. He wanted her to fight with him. To grapple with each demand. To beg and plead. To say she'd do anything for her family. Do anything for her own life. And then to just want to die. But at the moment she was still more concerned about her family's life and death. If Lewis was going to kill Will she wouldn't let him do it with her husband trembling in fear, terrified with a gun pressed to his temple.
She met Will's eyes and gently let her hands come to rest on his knees, trying to give them a small, re-assuring squeeze. Trying to speak to him with her eyes as much as she could – for him to see her and to calm. But all she could feel was how much he was shaking – tremors he was clearly trying to keep hidden from Lewis. She knew it was probably taking a determined section of his brain for Will to keep from engaging in his usual nervous knee bounce and the reality of that was rattling through her now placed hands.
"It's going to be OK," she more mouthed than even whispered to Will. She felt a repressed sob that came out as more of a shutter from her husband.
"Don't Liv," his voice cracked again. "You don't have to. It's OK."
Lewis' gun pressed harder into Will's temple – pushing his head further to the side. Will cocked it at an even more awkward angle like he was trying to relieve some of the pressure, to give himself even the tiniest bit of space.
"Both of you SHUT UP," Lewis hissed again and grabbed at Will's hair pulling his head back until he could meet his eyes. "What are you crying, Will? You should be thanking me. We're giving you a special send off." He let go of her husband's curls and whacked his head forward in a way that caused Will's head to lull almost like a rag doll's for a moment. But then Lewis' eyes shifted to her. "Undo his pants."
Olivia looked up at him. "I'll do whatever you want, Lewis. But my son doesn't need to be here for this. If you won't let him go, at least let me take him downstairs."
Her little boy didn't need to see this imposed assault Lewis was about to force her and Will to commit to each other. He didn't need to see what she feared would be the execution of his father. The rape of his mother. Noah didn't need to be there. He shouldn't be there. She'd failed both of her boys so much. Placed her family in a situation she still was looking for loopholes to get them out of – but those potential escape routes were seeming fewer and fewer with each devastatingly long second that passed.
It was the wrong thing to say, though. Lewis' eyes seemed to light up even more and he glanced back over his shoulder to her huddled son, that sadistic grin spreading across his face again.
