A/N: I'm on some kinda roll. I don't know about ya'll but I thought the 500th was spectacular. The SVU writing and acting this season is just Grade A and I'm loving every minute (even in the sad, scary, and WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING parts). Also to twoshy1013, I love watching your thought process in the reviews as you read this story. Makes me giggle and makes me happy. And to all the other reviewers out there, thank you for coming along for the ride!


"So, Chelsea," Dr. Rebecca started. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Chelsea wasn't quite sure that she wanted to talk to this lady. Her office was very big and she kind of looked like one of the teachers at her school that the big kids said was kind of mean and gave a lot of homework. But Mommy had talked to her for a whole HOUR while she read the rest of her American Girl book in the children's room. And Mommy was the bravest person Chelsea knew. If she could do it, Chelsea could too.

"I like to read books and play with my Barbie dolls," Chelsea said. "And make stuff in the Easy Bake Oven and draw and color."

"Those all sound like really fun things to do," Dr. Rebecca said. "Do you do those things with friends from school or just by yourself?"

"I read books and play Barbies by myself at home most of the time," Chelsea said. "Mommy does the Easy Bake Oven with me because she said the pans get hot. I color and draw with my friends at school."

"Do you ever go play at your friends' houses?" Dr. Rebecca asked. "Or do they ever come over to play at yours?"

Chelsea wondered why Dr. Rebecca cared about her friends. She didn't want to think about them right now because it made her sad that she didn't really get to see them outside of school.

"No, we're just school friends," Chelsea said. "Daddy doesn't like people coming to our house. And he doesn't have time to take me to other people's houses."

"Does Mommy ever let you have friends over?" Dr. Rebecca asked?

"Mommy works a lot," Chelsea said. "When she's home she likes to spend time with me. We bake together, and sometimes read books together. We watch Disney movies and go shopping. I love when Mommy's home. Especially when she's there to tuck me in at night."

"It sounds like you and your Mommy do a lot together," Dr. Rebecca said.

"She's my favorite person," Chelsea said. "And she says I'm hers."

"So what fun things do you do with your Daddy?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

Chelsea felt the nervous feeling in her stomach again. The truth was she didn't do ANYTHING fun with Daddy. He never wanted to play. He didn't listen to good music in the car on the way to school. He only likes to watch boring TV shows about plants and space rocks. He didn't even like going to the park, and Chelsea just didn't understand how anyone couldn't like going to the park.

"Um, Daddy drives me to school in the morning," Chelsea said. "And makes me dinner. Sometimes he helps me with my homework."

"Do you guys do anything fun on the way to school?" Dr. Rebecca asks. "Maybe stop for donuts or play games in the car."

"No," Chelsea said. "He listens to old people's music in the car. That doesn't have any words. And we eat breakfast before we leave."

Dr. Rebecca didn't say anything and wrote something in the notebook on her lap.

"Do you have a favorite toy you'd like to tell me about?" Dr. Rebecca said.

This question was easy. A few months ago her favorite toy was her Lite Brite, but she had a new one now.

"My puppy Ellie," Chelsea said. "She's my favorite."

"You have a puppy?" Dr. Rebecca asked. "That's sure exciting."

"Not a real puppy," Chelsea explained. "She's a stuffed animal."

"Oh I see," Dr. Rebecca said. "Where did you get her?"

"A little bit ago Mommy and I both got the stomach flu and Daddy had to go stay at a hotel so he didn't get sick," Chelsea said. "Mommy's friend Elliot from work brought us soup and crackers and he got Mommy flowers and me a puppy! Mommy said it was because he felt bad that he got us sick."

Dr. Rebecca smiled a little and nodded her head.

"Do you get to see Mom's friend Elliot often?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

Chelsea felt sad again because she didn't get to see Elliot too much.

"No," Chelsea said. "The last time I saw him was when grandma died. Before he brought me Ellie."

"Do you like spending time with Elliot?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"Yes," Chelsea said, getting excited. "He calls me peanut, which is a silly nickname, but I've never had a nickname before. And when he and Mommy took me to school one day he let me listen to Radio Disney in the car, and he taught me how to make chicken noodle soup but the recipe is a secret so I can't tell you how. He said it was a family secret but I could know, and Mommy could know if she asked."

Dr. Rebecca nodded her head again and took more notes. She sure did a lot of that.

"Sometimes I wish…" Chelsea said and then stopped herself, covering her mouth with her hands.

She wasn't supposed to say that out loud. It was one of her secret thoughts. She'd told her best friend Sarah about it and Sarah said not to say it out loud because it would make Mommy, and especially Daddy, sad.

"Sometimes you wish what?" Dr. Rebecca said.

"I can't tell you," Chelsea said. "It could hurt people's feelings and it's not nice to say things that hurt people's feelings."

"Is it going to hurt my feelings?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"No," Chelsea said.

"Whose feelings will it hurt?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"Mommy's and Daddy's," Chelsea said.

"Chelsea, do you know that anything you say in this room, I can't tell anybody that's not here right now?" Dr. Rebecca said. "Not even your Mommy or Daddy, unless you tell me it's okay."

"Really?" Chelseas asked.

"Really," Dr. Rebecca said. "It's called doctor patient confidentiality. It means unless I have your permission, nobody will know what you say here with me."

Chelsea bit her lip. It might feel good to tell a grown up what she'd been thinking. Maybe it would make the bad feeling go away.

"Sometimes I wish that Elliot and Mommy were married, and he was my Daddy instead of Daddy," Chelsea said, keeping her eyes on the floor.

She didn't feel better after she said it out loud. It was mean and it was wrong and Dr. Rebecca probably thought she was a bad person.

"Why do you wish Elliot was your Daddy, Chelsea," Dr. Rebecca asked.

"Because he's nice to me," Chelsea said. "When Grandma died, Daddy told me I had to stay in the room with her big box even though I told him it scared me. And Elliot told me I didn't have to. I just had to be somewhere Mommy could see me."

"Any other reasons?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"Because he asks me questions about things I like," Chelsea said. "Daddy doesn't. He just gets mad when I don't want to watch boring movies with him. And when Grandma died, Elliot let me and Mommy cry on the couch and he held us. Daddy doesn't like it when we cry. He gets angry and says we have to pull it together because we're acting like little girls."

"Is that all?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"Because Daddy doesn't make Mommy happy and Elliot does," Chelsea said.

"How do you know Daddy doesn't make Mommy happy?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"Because they fight," Chelsea said. "Mommy said that all grown ups fight but Daddy makes Mommy cry after their fights. And Daddy told me Mommy doesn't come home from work at night because I'm bad at school and bad for him. But Mommy said that isn't true. I believe Mommy. She loves me."

"Does your Daddy love you too?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"I don't think so," Chelsea said.

"Why not?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"Because at school, the other Dads walk kids into the building or to the classroom, Daddy doesn't," Chelsea said. "And he doesn't like to hug me like Mommy does, or talk to me."

"Have you told your Daddy how that makes you feel?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"No," Chelsea said.

"Have you told your Mommy how that makes you feel?" Dr. Rebecca asked.

"No, because Mommy's already sad," Chelsea said. "I don't want to make it worse."

Just then the buzzer went off on Dr. Rebecca's desk.

"Do you know what that means?" Dr. Rebecca asked, and Chelsea shook her head no.

"That means we're done for today, but if you'd like to come back with Mommy next week we can talk some more."

"Okay," Chelsea said.

"I'll take you out into the waiting room to meet her," Dr. Rebecca said, closing her notebook and putting it on her desk.

She led Chelsea out into the waiting room where Mommy was sitting in a chair. Chelsea thought she was sleeping and giggled.

"Olivia," Dr. Rebecca said. "Chelsea's session is over."

Mommy sat up, startled but smiled when she saw Chelsea.

"Thanks Rebecca," Mommy said. "Same time next week?"

"See you then," Dr. Rebecca said before going back into her office and shutting the door.

"Well sweet girl," Mommy said. "I think we're on our own for dinner tonight. Is there anywhere special you'd like to go eat?"

Chelsea thought about it. What's a place that Mommy really liked to go that made her happy?

"Can we go to the diner with the good pancakes and grilled cheese?" Chelsea asked. "Near your work?"

Mommy tilted her head a little and smiled at Chelsea.

"If that's what you want, of course," Olivia said. "Maybe we can even sneak down to the bakery for dessert."

"Yes!" Chelsea said as they stepped onto the elevator.

Mommy pressed the button for the lobby and Chelsea grabbed her hand.

"I love you Mommy," Chelsea said. "Thank you for being my best friend."

Chelsea wasn't sure, but she thought Mommy may be crying, but she was also smiling.

"You're always going to be my best friend, sweetie," Mommy said. "Always and forever."


A/N: That plan I had is slowly slipping away. Where are we going to go next? I have no freaking clue!