A/N: So, this chapter is inspired by one of my fav scenes in the movie Clueless. Also, after some quick calculation, I had put Liv and El's age at about 33 when they meet back up in 1999 (when I think the show started), which would make them high school seniors in 1983, give or take. Feel free to make fun of me for thinking waaaay too hard about this.

The lyrics are from an Avril song that I just discovered even though I've owned the damn CD for two years now. But whatever. Enjoy.

Lyrics from "Don't Tell Me" by Avril Lavigne


Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time?
Did you think that it was somethin I was gonna do and cry?
Don't try to tell me what to do,
Dont try to tell me what to say,
You're better off that way

Don't think that your charm and the fact that your arm is now around my neck
Will get you in my pants I'll have to kick your ass and make you never forget
I'm gonna ask you to stop, thought I liked you a lot, but I'm really upset
Get out of my head get off of my bed yeah thats what I said
Did I not tell you that I'm not like that girl, the one who, throws it all away

Olivia sighed and looked out the car window. She desperately tried to remember why she had to agree to go on this date.

"…and he came in three-hundreths of a second after me, but it doesn't matter because I still smoked his ass…"

Olivia groaned inwardly and rolled her eyes. For the past half hour she had been listening to Glen Parker brag about every glorious race he had ever swam in and vent about every race he had ever lost. She wasn't sure how much she had contributed to the conversation, but she couldn't remember the last time she had actually spoken aloud and that was not a good sign.

She sighed again as he rambled on, steering the car easily through the light traffic of Lewiston. They were heading to some party of a friend of a friend of his or something like that. Olivia tried again to remember why she had said yes. It wasn't like her to give in and do what others wanted her to do for the sake of belonging. She had always been a loner, from a very early age, keeping to herself and preferring it that way. Or so she told herself.

Her attention was brought back into focus as the car rolled to a stop. They were out by the industrial part of town, where many of the town's trade originated. It was also a notorious make out spot with its many abandoned warehouses and lots for those who didn't want to brave the fields or woods.

She turned to him confused. "Where…where is the party?"

He treated her to a shit-eating grin. "You look soooo bodacious tonight," he drawled in what he hoped was a seductive tone.

Olivia smiled thinly. "Thanks, you look sooooo bodacious too," she mocked, her voice dripping sarcasm.

"That blue sweater looks great on your ta-tas," he went on, ignoring her as usual. "But I'm thinking it would look better off."

Olivia narrowed her eyes. "You can't be serious."

Glen smiled, looping an arm around the back of her headrest. "I understand baby, you can drop the act. I know you're into me. Who can blame you?"

"What is my last name Glen?"

To his credit Olivia admitted, he actually thought about it. "…Beaman?"

Olivia stared at him as if she were trying to teach a dense child. "Exactly," she cooed. "I thought we were going to the party? Don't you want all your friends to fawn, I mean, see you?"

"Later," he whispered leaning in for a kiss. He reached out and squeezed her right breast before making contact with her lips, which awarded him with a sound smack to the left side of his face. Startled, he slammed back into the car door, grabbing his throbbing cheek.

"What the hell was that for!" he exclaimed, smarting.

Olivia calmly straightened her shirt. "We are so not going there. You need to take me home. Like, now."

"Don't have a freaking cow about it, what is your mom a nun or something? It's just a kiss…" He leaned in for another attempt, sparking Olivia's fury. She roughly pushed him away and wrenched the car door open. Stepping out into the cool night, she straightened her skirt and marched off, fuming. Glen put the car in a slow crawl and followed her.

"Wait…what the hell are you doing? Get back in the car," he yelled, his head sticking out the window.

"Go away," Olivia yelled, her stride still purposeful.

"What, are you gonna walk home?" he griped. "You chicks are not worth all this trouble."

Olivia rolled her eyes and threw him a look over her shoulder. "Then I suggest you find some skank to hang out with. Go away and leave me alone."

"Fine!" He put the car in gear and peeled off, leaving Olivia in a cloud of dust on an empty and dimly lit street.

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"Ouch," she giggled playfully, striking her head on the roof of the car. "We have to hurry Elliot."

"I know, I know," he said good-naturedly, struggling to buckle his belt. He and Mindy were in the space-challenged back seat of his Camaro, trying to pull on their clothes and get Mindy home before her parents blew a gasket. The two climbed out of the back seat and settled comfortably in the front seats, Elliot laying rubber out of the abandoned lot. Mindy snuggled close to him as he casually laid an arm around her shoulders.

"Do you always drive this fast?" she giggled again, giving his leg a squeeze

Elliot smiled thinly. Did she have to giggle at everything? "Only when I'm trying to get a certain choice babe home before her daddy calls the cops."

Mindy giggled, "Silly, your dad is the cops. What would he do if he caught us?"

Elliot's dad was indeed on the force. "Skin me alive for taking a Catholic girl's virginity," he mused.

Mindy laughed heartily now. "Yes, but I'm not a virgin."

Elliot stopped. "That's right," he agreed, forgetting that little tid bit. Mindy had made her way through the jocks in the school, it was only a matter of time before she set her sights on the captain of the wrestling team. Aside from the irritating ditziness, which he was almost sure was an act, Mindy was blonde, hot, wild and willing which was fine by him.

He squinted his eyes at the road ahead, spotting a figure. He firmly pushed on the breaks and pulled up beside Olivia Benson, who was walking briskly. Rolling down the passenger side window, Elliot leaned over Mindy and called Olivia's name. She was in her own zone and it took a moment for her to register that someone was talking to her. She slowed when she noticed Elliot.

"What are you doing out here by yourself? Did your car break down?" he asked concerned. He noticed her cheeks were flushed, whether by physical exertion or anger he couldn't tell.

Mindy rolled her eyes, not amused. "What do you think she's doing out here?" she whispered, not so quietly. "What's wrong Olivia? Your date didn't end up so great?" she asked sweetly, in a louder voice.

Olivia stared at Mindy. She was so not in the mood. "Yeah, he forgot to buy me flowers. I had to let the dickhead go," she snapped.

Elliot ignored them both, stepping out of the car. "Get in, we'll take you home."

Olivia hesitated, which Elliot noticed. "Come on, you live right next to me. We'll drop Mindy off first then head back."

She heard Mindy make a rude noise, which sealed her decision. Circling around the car, she brushed past Elliot before climbing in to the backseat.

The ride was uncomfortably silent, so Elliot felt compelled to break the silence. "So…Depeche Mode are playing in Niagara, do you like them?"

Olivia sat up. "'Like', is so not the word, I'm leaning more towards 'obsessed.'"

"Do you have tickets to the show?"

"No," Olivia breathed in sadness. "I would kill somebody or maim a small animal to get a ticket."

Elliot laughed. "How about you just take my extra one? No killing or maiming required."

"Really?" Olivia and Mindy asked in unison. Mindy was the first to recover. "Are you serious, you can't take her to a concert."

Elliot glanced at Mindy confused. "But…you said you wouldn't be caught dead at a Depeche Mode concert, you're all about Pat Benatar…I have an extra ticket if you don't go."

Mindy huffed as if she were talking to a moron. "Um hel-looo, that means you like, take one of your buddies, not some random joely."

"Um, I believe the term is 'joanie'" Olivia piped up from the backseat.

Mindy laughed incredulously, throwing Elliot a "See this?" look. "Yeah, I think I know my slang when it comes to boring girls."

Olivia mimicked her laugh. "Yeah, well I know Happy Days, and the slang term is inspired by Joanie Cunningham."

Mindy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Elliot stifled a laugh and threw Olivia a smile in the mirror.

The rest of the ride was uneventful, Mindy jumping out of the car before it rolled to a complete stop. Elliot watched her stomp impetuously to the front door.

"I need to go say goodbye," he said by way of explanation, unbuckling his seat belt. "You gonna be alright here?"

Olivia gave her consent and watched through the window as Elliot caught up to Mindy. After a bit of prodding, she threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. Olivia felt a twinge in the bottom of the stomach. She thought it might be nice to have a boyfriend of her own to kiss, but that was out of the question.

Elliot hopped back in the car and headed towards their street. "So…don't worry about Mindy, she'll come around," he said fumbling.

Olivia smiled. "It's okay, I don't want to be the cause of any marital discord." Elliot smiled himself. He liked her attitude and sense of humor, she was so different from the other girls he usually hung around.

"So, why were you out there walking by yourself?" He had been dying to ask her the question again. Contrary to Mindy's beliefs, Olivia didn't strike him as being very easy.

"I was on a date with Glen Parker and he got a little too fresh for my tastes. So I slapped him and jumped out of the car."

Elliot glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure she was serious and hooted with laughter. "Damn, poor Glen," he said chuckling, "he doesn't take rejection very well."

Olivia shrugged. "Might as well learn now."

Elliot pulled the car up to Olivia's house. The memory of the last time he was there peaked, but he pushed it away. A quick glance at Olivia told him she remembered too.

"Listen, about my Mom…she tends to overreact on things…"

"It's okay, I understand," he said lightly. He stepped out of the car and flipped up the driver's seat to let her out. They bumped into each other briefly as she stood up, both connecting eyes for a nanosecond longer than could be deemed innocent.

"Thanks for the ride," she said softly.

"Anytime." He watched as she walked up the steps. "Olivia?"

She turned. "Yes?"

"The concert is tomorrow night. Pick you up at six?"

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