Attention, Selling SVU Characters. Going once, Going twice, SOLD! To the man in the back, Oh, wait, that's Dick Wolf. Damn, he STILL owns them…..
I hear noises. Where the hell am I? And what is that god awful beeping noise, someone shut it off, I have enough of a headache. Wait a minute, why won't my eyes open? I can't move, what the fuck? Elliot. Where's Elliot. I hear his voice, he's talking. To me. What's he saying?
"Liv, baby, wake up." He is crying. Elliot Stabler is crying. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I talk.
I'm pregnant. Oh, Shit, I'm pregnant. I remember now. We were at Casey's, no we were at Alex's apartment. I'm pregnant. Oh my god, does Elliot know? Is my baby okay? WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I TALK?
His warm hand grabs mine. His sheer touch sends tingles up my spine. I feel him squeeze my hand; I need him to know I'm listening. I use everything in me to squeeze back.
"Oh my god, Olivia, please baby, do it again. Come on, please? DOCTOR! SHE'S AWAKE, Come on baby," Elliot is calling to me, I still can't speak. Ow, it's very white in here. Turn off the goddamn lights. I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out.
"Livvy, come on babe, say something. I love you." I can see now. His cheeks are stained with tears. I did that to him. I made him cry. Why. Why did I do that to him? It comes back to me now. I fainted. But all I did was faint, why am I in a hospital?
"El?" I ask him, surprised at my own voice. My throat is scratchy, but that one little word does it for him. He breaks down. Only I know this one little secret about Detective Stabler, rough, tough, big, bad, Stabler. He's a softy.
"Don't cry." I muster out two more words. My throat hurts,
"Water?" the nurse brings me a cup of water.
"Liv, baby. Oh my god I love you."
"I love you too, but why am I in here?" My voice is still hoarse.
"Honey, you, you lost the baby. I'm so sorry." He bites his lip. He's fighting back more waterworks.
"But, how, I, all I did was faint?" I lost the baby. I lost the baby. Those words replay in my head like a broken fucking record.
"Baby, you were bleeding internally. They don't know why, but they think you might have ruptured something while dry-heaving. I'm so sorry."
Now, we are both in tears. This cannot be happening. I lost my motherfucking baby.
2 Weeks Later
"Who's catching?" Cragen yelled from his office door. Fin and Munch took it.
Elliot and I haven't said more than two words to each other since the baby, and I can tell it is eating away at him.
"Liv, I really don't want you to go on the stake-out. It's dangerous."
"Elliot, first, my name is Olivia, second, every part of this fucking job is dangerous. I come to work every single day with the chance of getting shot. So, don't tell me what you think I should and shouldn't do. It's not worth it, because to be honest, I'm not going to fucking listen, so get the hell off your high horse, and stop telling me what is good for me."
"Olivia, just because YOU lost the baby, doesn't mean you get to take it out on me."
Oh, he just broke through the thin ice he was skating on.
"I lost the baby? Really, so now it's MY fault? Fuck you, you son of a bitch." I grabbed my jacket and ran out into the pouring rain.
I should have know the bastard was going to come after me. Of course he was. That's what he did.
I hear him calling my name but I'll be damned if I stop for him. But he can run faster. He grabs my arm and throws me against the brick wall of the 1-6.
"Get your hands off of me. NOW" I'm beyond pissed. Who the fuck does he think he is? Elliot. He's Elliot. MY Elliot.
"Not until you fucking listen to me," I give in, let's hear what the bastard has to preach now, "First, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for blaming you, I'm sorry for not being there, I'm fucking sorry. Okay? I fucked up. And I love you. I love you more than life itself, I love you with all of my heart. I know that these last few months have been pretty screwed. Can we start over? Try again? Please baby? Give me a chance. I know I can make you happy."
"Yeah?" I love him. I love him, I love him.
"Yeah."
He pulls me in, our soaking wet bodies meet, sucking every last ounce of heat out of each other. I can taste the salty-ness of our tears on his lips. Everything about this kiss is perfect. He licks my bottom lip, and I part them slightly, but enough for him to gently push his tongue through. He's gentle, and patient. He tastes like the Lifesavers mints he keeps on his desk. He moans into my mouth as I pull his lower lip in-between mine, and he tangles his fingers in my now soaked hair.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
He pulls away, and I whine in protest. Here we are, up against the prescient, in the middle of Manhattan, people passing us on the sidewalk, and we don't have a care in the world. His hands are in my hair, mine holding his back, and he leans back in, and I sigh in relief. This is the best feeling. I don't care that it is pouring ice cold rain, this kiss is all the heat I need to survive.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
" I love you," He whispers those three simple words into my lips, and I melt. I feel as if we are in the center of the world, life spinning around us.
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
"Baby, I love you, too."
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
"I'm so sorry."
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
"I love you, and I need you, I need this to work. Let's start over. Let's just be us again."
"You've got a deal." He said with a warm smile. A smile that makes my heart flutter.
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
We walked, arm in arm, back inside, back into a new start, back to where we began, and now I'm back, back to Elliot, Elliot, my everything.
The end. I'll write a sequel if you ask nicely.
