REWRITE 4

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

"Crap" she thought to herself, "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.

"HUANG!" She screamed, sitting up and pulling the sheet to cover herself.

"Good morning, Olivia," he smiled, also sitting up.

"You know I'm a fan of the odd Mills and Boon now and then but this is going a bit far!" Olivia leaned her head against the wall and sighed.

"Olivia please, I read right into you and I know you're not one for a Milly Boon."

"Huang, stop analysing me. I'm not in the how does that make you feel mood." Olivia sighed.

"Really, why not?"

"Hmmm… Give me a moment… Oh that's right! I've been forced through I don't know how many re-writes and to top it off – yours-truly sticks me with a tiny shrink! No pun intended."
Huang pondered a moment, "And how do you feel about that?"
Olivia groaned, "Shit." She searched the room, de javu taking hold, "RE-WRITE!"

Olivia looked at Huang, "Why isn't anything happening?"

"I'm not sure. Let brain storm shall we?"

"I don't want to brain storm!" Olivia spat, "I want a re-write!"

"You know, it might be worth your while staying in this story…I'm not called Huang for nothing, you know" George said with a smirk.

"Oh, God George" cried Olivia "That's too much information. TOO MUCH INFORMATION"

George sighed patiently "Liv, you need to calm down. Let's talk about this"

"I don't want to talk about it Huang" an image popped into her head "…er George. I just want out of this chapter"

"And you believe that by just asking the writer, he or she will change the story for you?"

"Well, it's worked before" Liv snapped. "God damn freak" she muttered to herself.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm. Maybe you're right. Maybe that's where the problem lies," Huang studied her quizzically.

"What? With the writer?"

"Well let's face it – The author isn't that complex."

"And have you ever considered the type of person who would write this type of thing"

"They're obviously living in a fantasy world; where a television show is their only contact and the characters are their best friends. These people are frustrated…"

HEY! I heard… read that! George, you are gone buddy…

"Thank God," Olivia sighed.