Title: Remember

Author: Monica Edwards

Pairings: Elliot and Olivia, Olivia and Other

Part 2 rated R

Disclaimer: Though this Fic is based LOOSELY on The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood the plot idea isn't mine it's hers. The characters of Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson aren't mine either. Just repeat to yourself it's just a story, and I really should relax.

Remember...

Olivia slept and within that sleep she dreamed. It was dream about her and Elliot just about a month before they were captured. She had let him into her apartment and opened a bottle of wine, and poured two glasses. She then walked from the kitchen, glasses in hand, and held one out to Elliot. He took it and smiled, she had already been fired from her job and the Christian Coalition had taken control of the country. She took a big gulp of wine and sat down next to him on the couch. She flipped on the TV for a moment, the news was playing, that was all that was playing in those days. The CC had taken over just about all of the news stations so the only news that was on was the good news, or what they thought was the good news. It was all about how their troops had captured this town and that town, and how much progress they were making in the fight to save everyone from themselves. She turned off the TV and looked at Elliot. He leaned forward and placed his glass on the coffee table and so did she.

He pulled her into a kiss, they had made love before but not in her apartment. She had always been over to his house to comfort him, he was lonely but now she was slowly losing everything, and could barely leave the apartment without being hassled by a member of the CC. She kissed him back just as passionately as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close. It felt good to be in control of something, even if it was something a little trivial. After another moment of kissing she pulled back and looked at him.

"To the bedroom?" She whispered and then placed her forehead against his. He smiled at her and laughed slightly. He took her hand in his and started to lay kisses against each finger tip. She giggled a little and stood up. He kissed the palm of her hand and stood up too. Taking his arm gently she pulled him towards the bedroom. It was nice in there, candles lined the wall, the bed had a black satin comforter with black satin pillows. There was a table next to the bed that held a phone and an alarm clock. She pulled him onto the bed, him laying on top of her as she fell back into the comfortable pillows. They kissed again, he ran his hands over the buttons on her shirt and started to open them slowly. She smiled at him as he opened the shirt to reveal her black lace bra.

He started to kiss at her neck and then her shoulder blade, slowly making his way down her stomach. He unbuttoned her pants and slid them off her legs and tossed them behind him to the floor. She reached out and grabbed his tie and pulled him towards her, back into another kiss. She slowly worked his shirt off and then his pants. They continued to kiss as he removed the rest of her clothes, and then his. He slid into her perfect body and started to thrust in a rhythm that was comfortable, familiar, but not unpleasurable to both of them. They continued like this for a long time, both moaning their passion for each other as each thrust connected. Finally Olivia screamed out as she rode over the edge to oblivion.

"Get up!" Monica whispered at her harshly knocking her out of her dreaming state, "Come on they're lining us up for breakfast and you still have to get dressed." Olivia groaned wondering what the hell was going on.

"Get dressed? I'm already dressed." She said and then pulled the blanket back over her head even though it was hot and itchy. Monica looked around the room, most of the other women were in line waiting to go to the school cafeteria. If they didn't hurry they might not get breakfast, or even worse, they might be punished. Monica pulled Olivia up into a sitting position and handed her a folded up square of fabric. It was red and black, just like the soldiers were wearing. She unfolded it and realized it was a dress. She rolled her eyes, it had been a long time since she had been in a dress and she really didn't want to put one on now.

"Hurry up!" Monica whispered at her harshly trying not to draw too much attention to the fact that they weren't ready. She was already dressed in her red and black dress. It was loose fitting and didn't look like it gave her any support in the chest area. Not wanting to miss breakfast, or get punished Olivia pulled her shirt off so she was in her bra and pulled the gown over her head. She then stood up and slid off her jeans and tossed them on to the edge of the cot.

"Bra off too." A gruff voice said from behind them. It was a tall man with brown hair and ice blue eyes, he was in a CC uniform and had a gun on either side of him in a holster. He had to be kidding right? She wasn't about to walk around in a loose fitting dress without a bra. She hesitated and he lifted his hand as if he was getting ready to backhand her across the face.

"Alright!" She yelled at him, the only good thing about the dress was the fact that there was no plunging neck line, it covered all of her chest and shoulders with a small opening for the head. Under her dress she unclasped the bra and slid it off and under her dress. She dropped it to the floor and then picked it up and put it back on the end of the cot. Monica stood up and started to walk towards the breakfast line. After a moment of the officer glaring at her she got up too and followed Monica.

"No talking!" The man at the front of the line shouted and suddenly everyone shut up, "You will continue down the hall to the cafeteria, you will get your food, you will eat in silence, and you will come back here." Olivia rolled her eyes slightly, all she had left from her original outfit was her panties, her socks and her shoes, she could still probably make a run for it if she tried.

She ate her breakfast in silence, with Monica sitting right across from her. She wanted to talk to the woman more then anything but there were men there, and they had guns, she didn't want to risk being shot. Monica looked at on and off through out the meal offering her a weak smile, but it was clear that she was uncomfortable and didn't want to be there either. The other women, though, seemed like this was routine for them. Some of them were actually smiling as they ate, like this was some sort of a game or something.

After breakfast they got back in line and headed back to the gym. Monica was ahead of her in the line and she was pulled off to the side into one of the other rooms. Olivia blinked in surprise when she saw another man coming at her. She freaked out, she didn't know what was in the other rooms, and she was pretty sure she didn't want to be brought into one of them. Had she done something wrong? Was she not supposed to have befriended this Monica woman? She took off running down the hallway, passed the line of the other women. There were no guards in this hallway, just the man in the CC uniform who was planning on pulling her over. She ran as fast as she could and burst out through the doors that were at the end. When she was outside the cold air hit her hard and she almost lost her breath. She knew someone from the CC would be coming for her and she knew they had guns so she had to move and fast.

After taking a long look around she realized that she didn't know where the hell she was. She saw a football field blocked off with a fence that was now topped with barbed wire. She ran passed that towards another building that looked like it used to be an old school, but the windows were all boarded up. She ran past the playground and then out to another feild. Up ahead about 800 feet away she saw a wooded area, if she could just get there then she might be okay. She bolted down the feild and towards the street that was blocking her from the forest. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her back, between her shoulder blades...had she been shot? No, at least not with a regular gun she hadn't. She reached up between her shoulder blades and pulled out a small dart with red feathers attached to it. She had been drugged and she knew it. She stumbled forward out into the street and then fell. She started to crawl towards the sidewalk on the other side of the road. She made it there and crawled under a sign, just before passing out she looked up and read it, "Welcome To Shaker Heights Ohio." She closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her.

End Part II