Title: The Van Sweringen Mansion

Author: Monica Edwards

Pairings: Elliot and Olivia, Olivia and Other

Part 3 rated R (For Language)

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.

The Van Sweringen Mansion

When Olivia woke up she was laying back on her cot in the gym. Her head was pounding, it was worse then just being drugged by the water. Her wrist was throbbing also but she couldn't see what was wrong with it under the sleeve of the dress. She sat up and looked around, behind her Monica was curled up on her bed, back to Olivia, and she was sniffeling slightly. The only other people in the room with them right now were the four guards, two at each door. She noticed that her shoes had been replaced by red slip ons, with a slight heel and almost no traction, she could feel them slide on the newly polished floor. She sighed heavily and rolled up her sleeve, that's when she saw it, a tattoo was on her wrist a very new tattoo at that. In small, but beautifully scripted letters it said, Miriam. She blinked twice, how long had she been out? She must have been REALLY out of it not to wake up during a tattoo, especially one on her wrist.

"Monica..." She whispered and then leaned over on the cot and pushed the woman on the back, shaking her just slightly. Monica rolled over her eyes were red and puffy and there was a small cut across her cheek.

"It's Josephine now." She muttered and lifted up her sleeve to show Olivia the tattoo on her wrist. Was Miriam supposed to be her new name? She snorted back some laughter, fat chance on that happening. The guards looked at them, "We can't talk now...they're listening." She covered up the tattoo by gingerly rolling down her sleeve and then curling up into a ball again. Had they beaten her? She looked rather banged up, the hair in her braid was starting to come out and Olivia was sure she could see a bruise forming on Monica's cheek, under the cut. Olivia put a hand to her head and looked at one of the guards.

"Hey!" She yelled out to the one that was looking at her, "What the hell is going on here?"

"I suggest you change your tone." he warned her and started to walk over to the cot. She rolled her eyes and looked at Monica for a second. The woman had her eyes closed, it was obvious that she wanted no part in this conversation. "You don't talk to men like that any more."

"I've stayed silent long enough," Olivia said, "It's time for some answers. For starters where the hell am I? Why the FUCK is Miriam tattooed on my arm? And WHERE is Elliot!" She could feel her blood pressure start to rise as she yelled at him. It was true, she was silent through this for the first day but being silent got her no where, and running apparently got her nowhere either. The man reached to his belt and unclipped a tazer. She looked at him with a smile on her face almost as if she was daring him to use it on her. He was young, probably about 19 years old, he didn't look like he was very expereinced in what he was doing, she doubted he had the balls to actually hurt her.

"First of all I don't have to answer any of your questions," He played nervously with the button on the tazer, "Secondly, Miriam is your new name I suggest you get used to it, and thirdly I suggest you forget about this Elliot person, he's dead." This particular guard wasn't carrying a gun and for a split second she thought of grabbing him and flipping him onto his back. But...But...the others had guns and there was no doubt in her mind that they would use them. He started to back away from her, towards his post back at the door.

"Elliot is NOT dead." She said with total conviction in her voice. She knew he wasn't dead, he was too smart, too much of a smooth talker. He would be able to talk his way out of death very easily, just like she would be able to if given the chance. "He's NOT dead!" She felt herself starting to lose a grip on reality. But what if he is dead? she thought, What if he's dead and not coming back? Suddenly a scream of rage escaped her and she lunged at him. In one quick move, that she did not expect, he punched her in the stomach. She doubled over with pain, he then grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back and punched her in the face. She fell back onto the floor and put a hand to her face, tears were streaming down her cheeks she was actually crying.

Just then at the other end of the room the two doors opened and a man stepped inside. Olivia rolled her head to see what was going on. The man was probably about fifty something, with brown hair and beady little eyes. He was short, a little fat, and dressed in a black and red CC uniform. Monica too looked up and turned her head. He was carrying a gun in a holster around his waist, his eyes showed them that he was there for business. He talked softly to one of the guards at the door and then headed over to Olivia and Monica. He got down by Olivia and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up until she was kneeling on her own. Her face throbbed, her head throbbed, and her wrist throbbed. She quickly wiped the tears away from her face, she wasn't going to let them see her cry. Not now, not ever again. "What's your name?" He asked once he stood back up and let go of her hair.

"Olivia Benson." She said through clenched teeth and he laughed and grabbed her arm and pushed the sleeve up. She winced at the sudden pain and tried to pull away from him, but his grip held fast.

"You're name is Miriam." He said looking her right in the eye. She shook her head and this time succeeded in pulling away from him.

"It's Olivia." She said and then slowly got to her feet, "Olivia Benson." He laughed and looked at the guard next to him.

"Slow learner..." He turned back to her and backhanded her across the face, hard. The ring he was wearing on his hand cut her face, she could feel blood seeping from the wound down her face. She put her hand to her cheek and wiped the blood away. "What's your name?" he asked again. She looked at Monica who had a pleading look in her eye. She didn't want Olivia to get hurt anymore, she couldn't stand to watch it. Olivia bit her lip and looked into the man's eyes.

"Miriam." She whispered. She didn't want to be slapped around any more either but she was mostly just relenting because of the look in Monica's eyes.

"I'll be taking them with me, to the Van Sweringen mansion." He said as he motioned to both Olivia and Monica. "I'll train them myself." The guards looked at each other and then nodded at him.

"Train us?" Olivia blurted out without thinking. What in god's name did he think he was going to be training them for.

"Yes train you." He grabbed her arm and started to pull her towards the double doors on the other side of the gym. "You know for house work, entertainment, and general breeding purposes." Behind her one of the guards shook Monica and pulled her to her feet. She followed slowly behind them, about a foot behind with her head down, her braid over her shoulder, swinging back and fourth with her movement. When they got to the door they were both handed a red and black bag that was zippered up. On first glance Olivia wanted to open the bag and see what was inside but the man who was to train them had his hand on her arm, and it didn't look like he was about to let go anytime soon. They were lead out into the space that used to be a parking lot over to a limo, one that was painted black with a red stripe down the middle.

"Breeding purposes?"

"Oh yes," He replied and the driver came around from his side and opened the door for them, the man shoved Olivia into the car, Monica followed on her own volition. The door shut and after another moment the car started to move. The windows were dark and she couldn't see out of them, not that she would know where she was going if she could look out of them. The limo was nice, big enough to probably seat ten or eleven people. As it was though, she sat right next to the man in the uniform wishing that she knew his name so she could try to talk him out of this. Monica sat across from them just staring blankly at the windows that she couldn't see through, "I guess I should tell you everything now so you understand what's happening, but listen closely because I will only answer one question from each of you, and then there is no speaking unless spoken to."

"The Christian Coalition has been in the makings since 1993. We started out as a small organization, people joined us willingly and within a year we had over 20,000 members. Our numbers soon reached an all time high, around about 1 million. No one noticed us, which is good because when you are noticed then people get scared and start making laws. We stayed small and silent, practicing our ways in the homes and at church. The women always in black and red, you may have seen them at the mall or walking down the street with their children but the red and black signified who they were. Women in those positions were always used for what a wife should be used for, cooking, cleaning, entertainment, and breeding. Those women who were with us from the beginning made a choice, none of them were forced into it.

Anyway, around 2003 we got together and decided that things in this country needed to be changed. Out with the old and in with the new. The president had to be taken down, congress needed to be taken down, and because no one was watching us we were able to do it. Last year in 2005 we took down the president, as you both know, and took over congress. We had men in the military, leaders in the military that helped with that. It's a long complicated story on how we pulled it off and I don't really feel like telling it to you. All you have to remember is that we took over. Then the sorting out of the desireables had to commence. First we blockaded streets, took away a woman's right to keep money, own property that sort of thing. We canvased all the major cities and profiled the women that would be the best to procreate with. The women who were not worthy were either shot or put into labor camps. The elderly, we took care of them too, no use having them around, they were too set in their ways it was easier just to kill them."

At this point Olivia was starting to feel sick to her stomach, and the pain radiating through out her body wasn't helping either. So they had taken the old people out and shot them, or at least that's what Olivia was picturing. Also the women that weren't desireable enough were shot or sent to labor camps. What kind of camps were they? Olivia thought, Were they like concentration camps? She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Just how did they decide who was desierable and who wasn't? And out of all the women they could have chose, why her? Why wasn't she shot or sent to a labor camp? She suddenly felt like it would have been better to be sent to a labor camp, it would be less humiliating then just being some sort of empty shell for breeding.

"Now we will start a new Christian society. Children will grow up in a place of same religion, same beliefs, same quality of life. The men will be trained in academics and the women will learn their place in the household. There will be no need to worry about where your next meal is coming from, or even your next paycheck. Men will own the women, and that will bring peace into a new era." He finished and folded his hands on his lap and looked at both of the women sitting in his car. Olivia closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself. He said that they could have one question, so what would her's be? She had to think of a good one...one that would allow her to obtain information but at the same time look like her spirit was already a little bit broken. If she started to fight again now, there was no telling what would happen. She was lucky once, when they didn't shoot her for trying to escape the gym but how many times would she get lucky in the future?

"Why were we brought to Ohio?" Monica said after a moment of digesting everything the man had said. Olivia was glad she asked that question, she was wondering that herself.

"That's where the Coalition first started, here in Shaker Heights. As it is, I'm the commander of the state here. They look to me for advice and rules and regulation. I'm definately not a man that you want to screw with, unless you want to be taken away that is." Monica shook her head, she didn't want to be taken away. She certainly didn't think that this kind of life was going to be that great but it had to be easier then going to some sort of labor camp. The car made a turn and pulled into a long circular drive way. "If you want to know why you specifically, it's because I read your books. Books about women in power, women who escape, women who fight for their freedom. I wanted to know how you'd react given the current circumstances." He looked to Olivia to see what her question was. All of a sudden she wanted to know why he had chose her too but she could figure that out later.

"What happened to my partner, Elliot?" She said, she was way more interested in that then knowing what kind of sick reason he had for bringing her there in the first place. His beady little eyes seemed to smile for a moment.

"Elliot I'm assuming is your lover? Friend?" He replied as the car came to a complete stop. She nodded, maybe it was good that he didn't know about Elliot, maybe he didn't know as much about her as she thought. That was good because when, not if, he came looking for her he wouldn't be recognized. "They'll put him through training to see if he can be broken and if he can't, then he's as good as dead."

The door opened and Olivia climbed outside. There she stood and looked at the house. It was huge and built like a castle. The big front wooden door loomed in front of her, and she realized that she would be spending a long time there. She silently prayed to anyone that was listening that Elliot would find her, rescue her, and get her the hell out of the country. Monica climbed out of the car and stood next to her looking up at the large wooden door too. The front yard was a wide open space, and across the street there was a wooded area. She thought about making a run for it again, but decided against it, all she could do now was wait and most importantly, survive.

End Part III