Title: Beauty in the Mundane Moments

Author: ZombieJazz

Fandom: SVU

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Law&Order: Special Victims Unit and its characters belong to Dick Wolf. The character of Jack, Benji and Emmy have been created and developed for the sake of this AU series.

Summary: A series of stand-alone, non-chronological ONE-SHOTS set in Hello Goodbye, Welcome Home, Facing Forward, Best Laid Plans, A Step At A Time, The Night Before AU. Olivia Benson navigates the job, parenthood and marriage while trying to find the difficult work-life-family balance that comes with being a cop.

PLEASE NOTE: These chapters are stand-alone SCENES or one-shots. This is not a chronological story and there is no purposeful continuity. It is just a collection of moments. Some will reflect random ideas or potentially fun, humorous, heavy scenes to write with these characters. Others will expand on a scene from an episode (past or present) or recast the way a scene went while imaging it in this AU. Others will take a kernel from an episode and use it as inspiration for how these characters might've interacted with it going forward. Wherever possible, a year, season number or episode name will be provided to give some context of the general timeframe of the scene — to provide some guidance on where the characters are at mentally/emotionally and the ages of the children.

Olivia startled at the semi-conscious realization that someone was staring at her in her sleep. She jolted upright on the couch, causing the not-so-light reading she'd been doing to tumble from where it'd fallen on her chest in her drowse to tumble to the floor. The loud thud made her startle a bit more as she blearily blinked the sleep from her eyes and returned to full consciousness – staring at her son looking at her from the foot of the stairs nearly as startled as she initially felt under his gaze.

Her let out a sigh and pressed back some of the hair that had fallen into her face as she righted herself more fully on the couch. "Benj, you scared me," she muttered.

He just stared at her some more, and then his eyes scanned the main floor of the house and the contents on the TV screen. Olivia's eyes followed. Netflix had stopped playing and instead was sitting on a screen asking her to confirm she was still watching. She wasn't. She never had been. Brian had had some stupid cop comedy on. Sitcoms weren't her thing. And cop and crime shows really did nothing for her. She saw enough of that in her daily reality. She didn't need it to fill her non-fiction entertainment hours too. But it betrayed that she'd likely drifted off in her reading for longer than she'd thought.

She bent forward to retrieve the book she'd sent flying. The crash landing at creased some of the pages and the cover. That always drove her a little crazy. She set it on the coffee table to try to smooth out a little. Not that there was a lot of space to do that. Apparently her and Brian were also so wrecked that night that neither of them had been on the kids about bedtime clean up in their living space – and neither of them had been motivated to do it themselves after the kids were in bed either. The children's microscope was on the table along with half their set of slides spread everywhere just waiting to get lost or broken.

Olivia sighed again and began to pick them up – shuttling them into the narrow compartments of their storage container. She knew she really shouldn't be doing it. If any of them did get lost or broken – it should be a lesson to the kids.

'Take care of the things you care about. Money doesn't grow on trees. Mom and Dad aren't going to replace things they've already bought for you when you didn't show respect and responsibility for your belongings in the first place.'

She exhaled a bit more at that interior monologue. Sometimes she sounded like too much of a nagging, uptight mother even for her own liking. And then she cringed a bit and stared at the slide she'd just picked up.

"Benji, what were you and Emmy looking at here?" she managed to get out. Without even knowing the answer she already felt a little gag forming in the back of her throat. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know the answer.

"Boogers from Ducky's class," he said, still gazing around the space like he'd lost something. Perhaps his mind … "They're all sick. We were checking for coronavirus."

And she had to choke back the gag a bit more. But looked at him a bit more seriously. "I hope you both were washing your hands well after every step of that scientific investigation."

"Yea …," Benji said. That definitely didn't sound like a 'yes'. But she definitely noted that she'd be washing her hands in the immediacy – and leaving the rest of this clean-up to the kids in the morning. There wasn't much point in asking Benji to do it now. He still looked so timid she was almost wondering if he was in some sort of sleep walk. Or the timing of his evening medication had been off and he was in a bit of a stupor.

"Did you find any coronavirus?" she asked. Just to hear the answer.

"No," he muttered. "Maybe," he corrected. "I dunno. We don't really know what it looks like. Not under that microscope. It's not strong enough. It doesn't look like the pictures."

"Ahh …," Olivia said. She was about to suggest that 1) Maybe if they had any hope of getting a stronger microscope in their future they should start taking better care of the one they had now; and, 2) Maybe it wasn't a super great idea to be digging dirty Kleenexes out of the trash in a classroom full of kids with wintertime colds and then dissecting them to put under a microscope in a house where one person under its roof was on immuno-modulators and another was on immuno-suppressants. But Benji interrupted before she could.

"Where's Dad?" he asked quietly. There was a real timidness his voice that time.

And she stopped her tidy-up and mental mothering dialogue. She looked back at him and really looked – weighing the tone of his statement.

"He's just downstairs, Little Fox," she said. "Uncle John needed some company. I think he was having trouble sleeping."

Benji looked toward the front door at that and contemplated it. And Olivia contemplated him – weighing if he was relieved his Dad wasn't there or if he was really looking to talk to Brian about something. Then? Well past bedtime? Well past when they'd both thought the kids were sleeping?

"Are you having trouble sleeping too, Benj?" she asked.

He looked at her then. But she could see his eyes were starting to glass. His lip was starting to quiver. He was biting on his bottom lip in an effort to hide it – but instead it was a dead giveaway.

"What's wrong, Benj?" she asked – her head and her heart starting to race as she continued to internally weigh the possibilities. As skilled as she was at compartmentalizing on the job, she never seemed as good at it at home. The worst possible scenario always seemed to be her first thought anymore. Blame it on Lewis. Or lupus? At least now she was better able to quickly reel it in and go to less severe possibilities. To remind herself that little boys were little problems. That Benji was still a little boy. At least that's what she tried to remind herself – along with the reality that every scenario had a solution they could get to with the proper patience and effort and work.

But his eyes glassed a little more as he started at her. "Mom …," he cracked a bit. "Do you and Dad put people in jail for looking at sex movies?"

Olivia cocked her head a bit as that statement hit her. Her mouth opened to try to find a response as her mind raced to process that. To weigh the possibilities of why it was being asked. And then to again check herself to not rush to conclusions.

"No, Benji," she managed to say – evenly. "That's not exactly what we do." But she saw a little shake in his shoulders and heard the quiet sob he'd tried to suck back. She shook her head a bit. "Hey," she called at him gently. "Come here …"

She held out her arms at him and she saw him hesitate – for a split second, like maybe he shouldn't. But then it passed and he was against her, next to her on the couch and arms wrapped around her and face buried into her shoulder. Olivia rubbed at his back and rested her cheek against the top of his head.

"Shh …," she shushed at him quietly. "That's not how our jobs work, Benj."

"But Dad makes sure people who do bad things on the internet go to court and go to jail," he crackled like he was still fighting to hold back tears.

"Sort of," she agreed. "But not exactly."

"But you catch people who do sex crime stuff," Benji said. "So it's against the law."

She allowed a sad half-smile at that assessment. "Benji," she allowed evenly. "In many, many, many cases – almost all of them – looking at sex movies … pornography … it's called pornography … is not a crime."

And she exhaled a bit and sat back from him by a few inches. He resisted the change in position and resisted looking up at her more. But she stroked his cheek and then put her index finger under his chin and gently tilted his head until he met her sightline.

"Benji, did you see some pornography?" she asked.

His eyes welled and he shook his head a bit. She tilted her head at him and looked at him more directly.

"Are you telling the truth?" It got a little nod that seemed unsure. "Then why are you so upset and asking about this?"

He bit at his lower lip again. "What kind is a crime … that you go to jail for?" he asked.

She studied him and weighed that rephrase even more. "OK," she nodded. "We can talk about that, Benji. But I think before we go any farther with this conversation we need to back up a bit, so I understand where this is coming from."

His lip quivered. "You're mad!"

Olivia shook her head and found his hand. "Little Fox, there's been very, very few times where I've been really mad at you. But you have seen me mad. Does this really seem mad to you?"

"No," he whined out. "But you're gonna be."

"Mmm …," she allowed. "So you're upstairs and you can't sleep, because you're scared I'm going to be mad with you or because you're scared you're going to jail?"

"BOTH!" he sputtered. "But not me …"

She gazed at him – taking in that comment again. She nodded. "OK," she allowed and she sat back on the couch and tapped at the back cushion for him to do the same. "C'mon. You opened the door. We're going to talk this through."

He just stared at her and she wasn't sure he was going to let himself get any more comfortable for this very uncomfortable conversation. But while he decided she reached for her phone and quickly typed in: "Benji's up. Come back upstairs as soon as you're able." She hesitated for a moment while she decided whether to hit 'send'. She weighed where Brian was and his head was to be able to handle any of this conversation.

But the reality was even if Brian didn't entirely feel ready or able to have this talk with their son – Olivia knew he'd likely be more upset that he hadn't had the choice of how he was going to engaging with this. She knew that as the man – and the father – in the family there were eventually going to be subjects and conversations that Benji would go to Brian about. There'd be ones that she felt her boy would be best served hearing advice and input and guidance from another male. And maybe this was one of them.

But it'd been her who Benji had come to – even if he'd maybe been expecting that both of his parents might be sitting in that room when he'd come down. He'd still ploughed again and now it was her sitting there as the starting point in wading into this territory. And, it wasn't like she felt entirely ready or equipped to wade into this conversation either.

She knew the statistics. Well. She knew that the average age children were now engaging with pornography was 11 – if not closer to 10. She knew all about internet safety and internet predators – and the cesspool of information and imagery and hersay endlessly available to children on their computers, videogame consoles, tablets, music devices and phones. That they were less than two clicks away from X-rated material and that any sort of tracking, blocking and safety apps only worked so well with technology savvy children (that often knew more than you about operating and navigating the devices) and when they could easily access other connected technology and wifi or data that wasn't inside their home. And she knew that the onset of puberty was starting younger and younger. And that by middle school hormones, questions and curiosity started to set in – and sometimes evolved into exploration and experimenting.

But knowing that – as a person and as a cop – was one thing. Even knowing it as a mother was one thing. It was different when it was right there – in your face – presenting with your child's voice and eyes, and body and mind that was still very much that of a child.

Benji's school PTA had actually broached with her about the possibility of her or Brian conducting an Internet Safety session. The ask had come after her and Brian had both waved off participating in the Career Day at the school. Benji had been hurt – perhaps more so that Brian didn't want to participate and talk about his undercover days. But, really, neither of them worked with cases that you particularly wanted to go into any detail about with preteen children. And, with them now both in supervisory roles, either of them was only so interesting. Besides, Olivia knew there were other cop families in the school. Someone from Gangs or Narcotics might be more appropriate. And someone who was still in blue and walking the beat would probably be more what the kids hoped to see. Someone from the K-9 unit would likely score even bigger points.

But those arguments didn't work quite as well when the PTA was looking for a talk for the kids and a workshop for parents on Internet Safety. Olivia had still told them they'd be better to go through Community Affairs. That there'd be pre-developed and pre-approved presentations that they'd be happy to schedule someone to come out to the school to present. And, right now maybe that was best – because she was almost wondering if she was about to feel like she needed a refresher course on implementing rules and security when it came to her children's online activity and screen-time.

"Are you telling Dad?" Benji stared at her.

She put her phone down and looked back to him. "I just told him you're awake and he should come back upstairs when Uncle Munch is feeling a bit better."

Benji gazed at her. She couldn't tell if the concept of Brian being there was fazing him or not. But she decided it was best to move forward and not wait on if and when Brian did return to their part of the house.

"He's gonna be mad …," Benji said.

Olivia just looked at him. "OK, Benji. You need to clarify for me what you think Dad and I are going to be so mad about?"

He just looked at her. His timid eyes glassing again – and then darting around like he was looking for an escape and more definitely wishing he hadn't come down those stairs. But, she thought, she was glad he had. That they'd established the kind of relationship with their child that they could talk about this. That he was the one who was initiating it.

"Benji," she looked at him much more directly, "did you watch some pornography online?"

"No," he spat out. It was firm and weak all at the same time.

She nodded at him. "Am I going to find something that tells me you're telling me a lie if I go and check all our devices?"

"No," he muttered.

"OK, then, Benjamin, why are we having this conversation?"

His eyes scanned the room like he'd locked himself into a cage that he hadn't entirely expected.

"Did you see something at school? During library time? Or on a Chrome Book? On someone else's phone or tablet? "

His eyes met hers. Her Little Box wasn't a very good liar. She wasn't entirely sure that Benji even had it in him to lie. When he tried it was more through omission than right out telling a fib. And he had so many tells – and just that utter look of guilt – that it never really worked.

So Olivia cocked her head at him and nodded a little. "Yea …," she whispered. And he nodded a little too. "OK …," she breathed out. "Let's talk a bit about what you saw."

"It didn't see almost anything," he sputtered out. His eyes were brimming again. "I told Taylor I didn't wanna see!"

"Hey," she hushed him and put her hand on his knee again and just kept his eyes. He looked so upset so she reached and touched his face. She cupped his little cheek that still had so much of that layer of baby fat there. She ran her thumb against his cheek. "It's OK, Benji. I'm not upset. Do I seem upset?"

"No," he sputtered a bit. "But you are!"

"I'm not," she lied a little. "But I can see you are. Can you tell me if you're upset because you're afraid I'm going to be mad? Or that you did something wrong? Or is it because you saw something that was … upsetting or confusing for you …?"

His eyes welled again. And she shook her head. "Benji, it's OK."

"I didn't wanna look," he said. "But Taylor said that I think I know stuff about sex 'cuz you and Dad are sex workers and he said I don't know anything. And he was gonna prove it."

"OK," she exhaled and looked at him. She squeezed his shoulder a rubbed her finger against the material trying to organize her thoughts.

"OK," Olivia tried again. "First, Benji, Daddy and I aren't sex workers. We're police officers – and we both sometimes deal with cases that involve sex crimes. But, sweetheart, I really think you need to just start telling people we're cops."

"I do," he whined. "But Taylor kept asking and asking and asking what you guys do. And then I told him that and then he asked what even sex crimes are and then he started making fun of it 'cuz it's sex."

"OK," she shrugged at him. "I'm really not sure what there is to make fun of about sex."

"'Cuz you're grown-ups and parents and you're always talkin' and thinkin' 'bout sex all the time!"

Olivia rubbed her eyebrow at that. "Benji, the kind of things Daddy and I deal with at work are definitely not things we're talking about or thinking about all the time. They are not the kinds of things that make up normal, healthy, loving sex."

"Taylor says you don't even know what sex is!"

She took another big inhale and exhale. "Did Taylor ask you what sex is?"

"Taylor's always askin' stuff 'bout us and our family and me and Emmy and us bein' adopted! And he says you aren't even my real mom and dad …"

Olivia stared at him and then found that tight little fist of his that was clutching on the cushion. "We've talked about how all families are different, Benji, and made up different ways with different people."

"I know …," Benji whispered.

"And what do we say to people who are ignorant and use the 'real' mom and dad line?"

He gazed at her. "That anyone can end up a mother or a father but being a Mommy and a Daddy is a choice and something you hafta wanna be every day not just one time …"

"So …," she gave him a thin little smile and shrugged – trying to encourage him to shrug off that smack talk from his so-called 'friend' too.

"So he says that it means you don't know anything 'bout sex and likely never even had it and just talk 'bout it and think 'bout it all the time at work 'cuz of that."

"Well …," Olivia shrugged again, "I think we both know that none of that is true."

His eyes welled at her. "He says it is since I don't know what real sex is so you mustn't be tellin' me since you don't know …"

"Mmm …," she allowed. "Did Taylor ask you what sex was?"

Benji shrugged.

She examined again. "Sweetheart, I think we've had some very real and honest conversations about what 'real' sex is. So … why don't you tell me what you think it is? Or what you thought it was until Taylor started saying these things …"

He gazed at her.

"It's OK," she said. "I'd like to know …"

He fidgeted a little and half looked away from her only giving her some side-eye as he muttered his explanation. "It's when two grown-ups who really care about each other kiss and take off clothes and touch. And it's how you make babies …"

"That's all right, Benj. But it's not what sex is …"

He gave her a glance and then fidgeted again – looking away quickly. "It's when the boy puts his penis in the girl's vagina …" he whispered. "And it sounds kinda gross …," he added in an even quieter mumbled.

She allowed a thin smile at that. "I know it does," she allowed. "But you know how we've talked about puberty with you? And how when kids get close to being teenagers their bodies start to grow and change into their adult bodies?"

When kids … but probably not when her kid. Despite talking to Benji about puberty – and sex – they hadn't gone back and gotten into with him just what lupus and all the medications he'd been on might mean for that. They hadn't yet explained to him that a body need a lot of energy and a certain level of health for it to start puberty – at least in terms of growth spurts and muscle mass. They hadn't explained how some of the medications he was on – and the disease itself – might confuse how certain hormones communicated with the appropriate organs to trigger puberty. Or that that might mean he'd start puberty much later than other boys around him. Or that it might not start properly at all and they'd have to give him hormone injections to get his body to do what it was supposed to do. They hadn't talked about what the medication might do to his body – and how it could mean a finer bone structure and less muscle mass on their little boy who was already small for his age and built on small frame. Or worse – studies that said what it might do to the growth and appearance of his genitals as he grew into a man. Or that they'd signed off on using a medication that was known to affect male fertility – but really helped push juvenile onset lupus into remission and keep it there.

They hadn't really discussed when or how they'd bring Benji into the loop of all those things – about his health and future and body … and body image. And all the implications it might have for him. Olivia assumed it'd be why he started to notice other boys were entering puberty and he wasn't. She was more than aware that some kids in his Sixth Grade were already on the way to spurting into their teen-aged and then adult bodies. He was undoubtedly among the shortest in his class. He was easily mistaken for an eight year old when they were in situations where they had to define his age. But Benji hadn't said anything about it yet. He hadn't started to worry about it yet. But Olivia was starting to suspect they may have to at least start broaching some of those areas with him – defining some of his expectations. Though, she hoped they could leave out some of it until later. Until he wasn't this little boy scared and confused and embarrassed by what some kid at school had shown him. When he wasn't a kid who still had stuffies in his bed and Lego Super Hero games as the only choices on his PlayStation and tubs full of Lego and action figures lining their toy shelf at the end of the room.

But for now she at least had to get through this conversation. To define and redirect this misinformation and gross confusion and imagery some little … former friend broaching into the little asshole territory … was bestowing upon him. Putting into her little boy's head before he was ready when Benji already had too much grown-up stuff and life on his plate. Far more than she suspected this other 11-year-old boy did.

"When that happens, the hormones in our bodies, start to make sex sound less gross," she tried. "And it's really, really normal to be curious about what it is and how it works. And, Benj, you absolutely know what it is and how it works."

"Taylor doesn't think so …"

She allowed a small nod. "OK. Did Taylor show you a video or pictures of something … that didn't look the way you expected? Because, Benji, sex can be pretty confusing – even when you're a grown-up and even when you've started having sex."

He gave her a timid look. She exhaled a bit and rubbed her eyebrow.

"Really, Benji … when a man puts his penis into a woman's vagina … that's baby-making sex. But … you should understand too that there's other kinds of sex …"

"I know … you and Dad don't have baby-making sex … just … sex …"

She allowed her head to bob. "That's true, sweetheart. But, really, any time two people who care about each other are kissing and touching – if it starts to involve any touching of private parts … of the genitals, it can be called sex. It's sexual activity. Sexual touching. … Is that what Taylor was showing you?"

Benji looked down and examined the floor – his eyes still trying to get some glimpse of her without having to look at her directly.

"I dunno," he whispered. "I … dunno what it was. I didn't wanna look really."

Olivia nodded and put her hand on the couch cushion near his knee – just close enough so her thumb could do another swipe down his knee cap.

"And that's OK, Benji," she said. "Those kinds of videos and pictures aren't meant for kids. They are for grown-ups. You really shouldn't be looking at them anyways. And, you definitely shouldn't be looking at them in school. They're something – that grown-ups might look at in private. But … it's normal to be curious and it's normal to have questions. But, me and Daddy – we're much better resources to answer those questions than the internet. You can ask us anything. Talk to us about anything."

He did find her eyes at that. "Taylor said if I didn't wanna look at it it's 'cuz maybe I'm gay. And then he said he'd put on gay sex movies for me since I'd like that better."

She frown a little and brushed her thumb down his knee again. "That wasn't very nice of him to say that to you in that way," she said. "But there's absolutely nothing wrong with being gay, Benji."

He'd gone back to looking at the ground.

Olivia rubbed at her eyebrow again. "I bet if you saw any of the pictures Taylor opened when he said that, it might've been confusing too."

It got a shrug.

She exhaled a bit. "Well, it's like I was saying about there being different kinds of sex, Benji. And that sex is really just when you're kissing and touching with another person and it starts to involve touching each other's genitals. It doesn't have to be a man and a woman to be sex. Gay sex just means it's two men doing the touching. And kissing."

"I didn't look at it either," Benji said quietly. "I ran away from him. But he ran after me and he had all the noises turned up."

Olivia did a bit of an interior eye roll at that. That must've been quite the scene. She wondered how no teachers or parents noticed this happening and put a stop to it. More bystander effect even at the tween level.

"It sounded … gross and then … like they were hurting each other bad. The girl …"

She exhaled and frowned and ran her thumb down his knee again. "Can you look at me, Benj?"

It took a long beat – but he did. Though, his eyes remained somewhat down cast.

"I didn't like the way it sounded, Mom …" Benji whispered.

Olivia put her hand over his fist and held at it. "I know, sweetheart," she said.

Her mind churning again. Worrying that somewhere in that lizard brain of his – in his early memories – was sounds. Sounds a toddler left sitting in a closet for hours was made to overhear. Of sex – but not sex. Or abuse and molestation and violation … and addiction, desperation and prostitution. All sounds that he shouldn't have heard and shouldn't have to begin to know or understand what he might've caught sights and sounds and glimpses of. Buried somewhere in the back of his mind and memories.

"Does Dad hurt you …?"

"No, Benji," she told him firmly. "Daddy doesn't ever touch me in a way I don't want to be touched. And the ways he does touch me make me feel nice, loved and very special to him. And that's how sex with someone you care about is supposed to be."

He gave her a look. He was one that didn't entirely speak of belief. She again weighed where that was coming from. What he might've heard as a toddler. What he might've heard between her and Brian when they'd had their few close-calls and outright walk-ins with blankets pulled up quickly and excuses made with both kids.

Olivia exhaled and shook her head. "Benji, beyond you – and Taylor – being way too young to be looking at pornography, another thing to remember about it is it's not real."

"It was real people …" Benji whispered.

"I know, sweetheart," Olivia acknowledged. "But it was a movie. Just like … Chris Pratt is Star Lord, right? In the movies? But in real life, he's just Chris Pratt. He's just a man and he's a husband and a daddy. He's not a super hero – expect maybe to his family. Right?"

Benji looked at her and shrugged.

She nodded. "And he's paid to go and play Star Lord to film a movie. Right? It's his job."

"I guess …"

"Pornographic movies are still movies, Benji. They aren't real and the people in them are being paid to be actors in a movie. They are acting."

It got another glance.

"OK. And just like all the Marvel movies … no matter how many times you watch them, you are never going to be as big and tall and muscular as the Hulk. You are never going to be able to swing from roof tops like Spiderman. And even though we live in New York City – our real life isn't ever going to look like in the movies is it?"

"I guess …"

She stroked her thumb down his knee cap again but let it linger. "So, just like super hero movies, Benji – real sex isn't ever going to be like what you see in pornography. Your body isn't going to look like those men. You partner isn't going to look like those women. And you're likely never going to look or sound like – or have sex – that is quite like what they show in those movies – because it is fiction. It is fake."

"Taylor doesn't think so …"

"Well, I think Taylor is very confused and his parents likely need to have a long talk with him."

His eyes snapped to her. "You can't tell his mom!"

Olivia just rubbed at her eyebrow and didn't say anything. They definitely weren't going to be having a discussion about that – and she was definitely going to be putting in a call to Taylor's parents.

"It doesn't sound to me like Taylor is being a very good friend lately," she said.

Benji looked at her and his lip quivered again. "But he's my only friend."

Olivia put her hand on his knee. "But if he's making you look at things that make you this upset, Benji, that are keeping you up at night – that's not a good friend. And if he's saying things to you that make you feel like you don't know anything? Or making rude comments about people's sexual orientation – about being gay? That's not a good friend either."

"But he's my only friend …" Benji whispered again.

And it broke her heart. All of it.

Little boy – growing up – and bringing bigger and bigger problems home that seemed harder and harder to fix and harder and harder to protect him from.

AUTHOR NOTE:

This didn't go exactly the way i wanted. But posted to post. I tried another way of Ben being super-super casual about it and bringing it up in passing on the walk home from school but that didn't really write the way I wanted either. So went with posting this one.

I have lots of scenes planned but it will take a while to get to them.

-Liv/Taylor's Mom

-Liv/Amanda talking about their weekends (and maybe invite to Emmy's party and/or reference to Subway SVU guy)

-Jack/Kat (and then some Liv and likely Amanda)

-Jack/Renee conversation

-Jack/Liv conversation

-Liv/Lindstrom (thinking about including Benji in the scene too)

-Brian/Lindstrom (or his new therapist)

-Brian/Liv cutesy moment (thinking at the basketball museum)

-Brian/Liv cuddles pillow talk

-Liv/Benji on a 'Real Fox Day' 'date'

-Liv/Tucker (have three different ideas for that)

-thinking about a Jack/Cragen scene too

-maybe the Liv and/or Brian doing some sort of presentation or PTA volunteer thing at the school

-maybe something with Ben's Battle of the Books or after-school basketball league

-would like to do something with Brian and Munch

-would like to do something with Munch and the kids

-would like to do something with Liv having Benji at the bull pen, maybe after an IV infusion or blood work

Any ideas and/or requests for scenes or scenarios or conversation topics can be DM'ed. I'll consider them.