REWRITE 2

Olivia Benson woke up, and groggily eyed the clock next to her bed. 6.03am.

"Crap" she thought to her, "Why can I never sleep in on my day off"

She started to close her eyes again, to try for a few more hours, when she suddenly became aware of a warm, naked body pressed against her back.

Olivia groaned and wondered who the hell it was this time. Ensuring her sheet was properly secured; she turned slowly to check out her latest fanfic partner.

"EW! I mean MUNCH!" She screamed.

"Good Morning to you too Aunt May" he smiled "Fancy seeing you here."

Olivia closed her eyes, as if in pain. "Oh my God, who are these people" she thought to herself.

She opened her eyes and studied John, who oddly enough, was naked apart from his trademark black hat and dark glasses.

"So" she asked "How did THIS happen"

"Olivia, my dear, do you need a reason to fall in love with me?"

"Yes." She spat.

He sighed, "Fine," pausing a moment to think, John furrowed his brow. "Ok, how's this sound: The FBI - " Interrupting, Olivia threw herself back on her pillows and covered her eyes with her hands. At least it's not Cragen, she told herself.

"Don't tell me – government conspiracy?" she groaned.

"Naturally. The FBI uncovered a secret that had been hidden for years! Six years ago, before you joined SVU, you were in a terrible car accident. You lost you long-term memory. Big Brother took advantage of you, Olivia, and took it hard. They gave you a whole new life – someone that's a cop for sex-crimes and alone. But that's not who you were, Liv, no, it wasn't. In your real life you were an extremely successful fruit-vendor in the Bahamas. Don't throw that away, Liv," he leaned in close to whisper, "don't you dare throw it away."

Olivia stayed where she was, hands still over her eyes. "What does that have to do with you?"

He paused a moment.

"Liv, I'm just a character in a fic. I don't ask questions. This has obviously been a very poorly written chapter and is in desperate need of re-write.

Olivia peeked at John through parted fingers. "Ya think? I'm not bothered this time, you do it."

"Well, Olivia, I'm not sure I really want a re-write. I'm rather happy here at the moment, with you"

"So, are we like getting married John" Olivia asked

"MARRIED" screeched John "Oh, I don't think I want to walk down the aisle for a fifth time Olivia"

"But, John" said Olivia in a soothing tone, "that could be where this is headed"

John considered Olivia's words, and knew what he had to do. He looked round the room. "Excuse me, um.. writer, you there. Do you think we could have another rewrite please?"

Oooooooooooo Benson, you are sooooo lucky, don't think I didn't realize what you were up to. God you're picky.

Just before the author's notes were erased, Olivia turned to John and smiled, "So, what sort of fruit?"