Life Support

"'Livia," he stammered as he walked into the room. His head was spinning but he had to apologize to her. He had fucked up, he had ruined something precious and he should never have gotten involved. Alex didn't want him, Olivia was his best friend, and he, he was a fuck up.

He opened her door with the key Olivia had given him a million years ago when they had first started out. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve her trust. He had to tell her. He pushed himself through the door and stumbled to where he left her, lying in her bed sedated by a shot some doctor had given her in the ass.

He had to talk to her before Cabot. He had to get here first, because once she heard it from Alex, it'd be over for him. He had to explain. She'd be angry. She'd be real angry. He knew that. He knew that he might have damaged things beyond repair, but he knew it'd be better if he told her first. He had to get there. Cabot'd run away. He knew she would, she didn't face shit. She always looked for her escape, somewhere to go to think it all out.

He saw Olivia on the bed, her hands were over her eyes, sweat pouring from her shoulders. "'Livia," he mumbled again. "You okay?"

Her eyes snapped open and her whole body stiffened. It was only then that he realized that she wasn't alone. "Elliot," she gasped. "Get out of here."

His eyes scanned the bed and he saw his blonde goddess fucking the hell out of his best friend.

Bitch. She had brought it home. He tried not to look, but he couldn't help it. Alex's face was priceless. He almost wished he had brought his camera. This'd make a great photo for the office Christmas card. He doubted Alex would be here if he hadn't made a move. The alcohol made his head foggy. He tried to concentrate. He was here for a reason. He could hardly process.

"Get out of here." Alex yelled at him, pulling blankets over both of them, using her own body to help cover Olivia's.

"No, I gotta talk to Liv." He said.

"She doesn't want to talk to you right now." Alex yelled back. "Get out."

"Only because you feel guilty." He yelled at her.

"Elliot, get out." Alex said again, in a low steady voice that was laced with warning.

"You used me." He cried.

"What do you feel guilty for?" Olivia asked Alex, who was grasping Alex like a life jacket.

"Nothing," Alex said, staring wide eyed at Olivia.

"She wants me," Elliot slurred.

"I do not," Alex said with indignation.

"You did, you wanted me." Elliot accused her, staring at her with flames in his eyes.

"You're drunk Elliot." Alex said.

"I'm, not," he stammered, reaching out and putting his hand on the wall, to hold himself up.

"You're making a big mistake." Alex said, slowly. She started to stand, wrapping a blanket tightly around herself.

"I, I thought you felt it to." He muttered.

"Felt what?" Olivia asked her.

"Nothing." Alex said, staring at Elliot.

"What's going on?" Olivia demanded.

"Elliot made a mistake. A big mistake. And now, he's going to leave." Alex said slowly, staring at Elliot starting to take slow steps towards him.

"I'm not leavin'" Elliot slurred. "Till you tell her."

"Alex?" Olivia said expectantly.

"He kissed me."

"She kissed me." The two said in unison.

Olivia looked between both of them with her mouth open. "What the fuck?"

"It's not what you think." Alex said.

"Want to enlighten me?"

"He was confused." Alex said.

"I didn't mean to." Elliot said.

"You touched her?" Olivia said, turning to Elliot.

"She wanted to." He said as though that explained everything.

Olivia looked at Alex who had horror and disgust written on her face. "It's not true," she said, pleading with Olivia.

"When?" she asked.

"A coupla' hours ago," Elliot said. "You gotta forgive me."

"So you kissed him and came back here and fucked me?" Olivia asked, ignoring him and staring at Alex.

"It's not like that."

"What's it like Alex?" Olivia asked.

"It's, he's, it wasn't. He made me realize how much I love you. He made me realize how much I need to work on us." She stuttered.

Olivia put her hands over her head and let it rest on her knees. She could hear the two of them arguing with each other. She hated them fighting. She hated the pain in Alex's voice. She hated Elliot's anger and the idea of him and her, and she didn't know what to do, what to believe, what to think. Her brain wasn't working fast enough to deal with this. Alex. Elliot. The two of them betrayed her. Or had they? Had she betrayed them? Anger started to course through her veins, pumping, towards everything and nothing.

The pain that had been in her head rushed back. It magnified and stabbed through her brain so quickly she couldn't catch her breath. A warm sick feeling overcame her. She looked at Alex and tried to speak, but she couldn't. The last thing she was sure of was Alex's scream.

To Be Continued…