A/N: Here's the next chapter of Defining Broken! I've hit another writer's block with the first Titanic story, or rather, I only had a short time in which to write tonight and I wanted to write something I already had an idea for. Again, this is the aftermath of Olivia's death in Titanic

Olivia was waiting for him as usual that evening when he drifted off to sleep. Elliot was always eager to go to bed at night, and it always seemed like he never had long enough before his alarm for work was going off at 5:30 in the morning. The only thing that got him through each agonizing day was the prospect of spending his nights with her. This time, he met her at the pier. She was wearing a light, airy white summer dress. Her brown hair was shoulder length and windblown, and her feet were bare. Her eyes shown brightly as she took his hand. Elliot grinned. "Where are you taking me tonight, Liv?" he asked.

"Oh, I have a new place, I think you're going to like it," she replied with a delicate smile. He loved how real she was. Her slender fingers slipped intimately between his own and her palm even felt warm and alive to the touch.

"What's up? You're staring," she remarked, smirking.

"I'm sorry," he apologized quietly, embarrassed.

"No, it's okay, I like it," she said.

"Is it really you?" he found himself asking, even though he knew it couldn't be.

"Yeah, baby, it's really me," she replied before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek as though to prove herself. She squeezed his hand, and suddenly, they were standing in a grove off grass on top of a mountain in the light of a midnight moon.

"This view…it's incredible," he said, awestruck.

"Look at the stars," she murmured. Elliot looked up and his jaw dropped. With no city lights to block their light, the stars were as wide and vast as he had ever seen them. They stretched as far as the eye could see and it was easy to make out common constellations, like the Big Dipper and the Milky Way. Olivia gently pulled Elliot down on the ground and they laid there like that for awhile, warm and comfortable in each other's arms. "I see Orion," she whispered as she pointed up at the man with the club in the sky.

"He's a warrior, just like you," Elliot said quietly back as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I'm not a warrior. I couldn't stay alive for you. I wasn't strong enough to keep breathing," she said.

"Don't blame yourself. I still love you, you're my everything, Liv. I don't know how I'm going to handle your funeral tomorrow. Seeing them…put you…in…in…in the ground. I can't do it," he choked out. Olivia began to rub his back soothingly.

"It's okay, El. I'll be right with you the whole time and afterwards, if you take a nap, I'll take you back to that beach you like," she promised. Elliot nodded into her shoulder. She would be there. He could handle it if she would be there.

"Elliot! Elliot!" a voice called from somewhere in the distance.

"It's time for you to go, love. I'll see you later, ok?" Olivia said, leaning in for one last sweet kiss.

"No! I want to stay with you!" he pleaded, but she was already gone.

"Elliot!"

His eyes popped open and he saw Rose Dawson standing at the foot of his bed, dressed in a knee-length black dress with a black shawl around her shoulders.

"Breakfast is ready, you have to get up and get ready now," she said tenderly, and it hit him. Today was her funeral. Today was goodbye. "You had another dream about her, didn't you?" Rose asked. The hollow look in his eyes was all too familiar.

Olivia was lying in bed beside Elliot, cradling him in her arms. She felt guilty, in a way, for teasing him with the dreams the way she did, but that was the only way that she could talk to him. She couldn't be visible to him at any other time, or Bas's number 1 rule: Never show yourself to the ones that breath, would be broken. When she died, Olivia was given 3 choices: heaven, hell, or Elliot in the form of Bas. She'd chosen to remain by Elliot's side, and, as a result Bas owned her soul for eternity, but Elliot was more than worth it.

"Olivia? Are you going to your funeral?" asked Jack, who had chosen the same unfortunate path in order to better watch over Rose. She'd promised Elliot that she would go, but seeing them lower her drowned body into the ground would be too weird. Jack seemed to guess her thoughts.

"Yeah…I'm almost glad they didn't find me," he murmured, and the two of them followed Elliot and Rose into the kitchen to prepare for the emotionally grueling day ahead of them.

Rose and Elliot stared awkwardly at each other across the table as they picked at the bacon and eggs she had prepared. Neither of them really felt much like eating anything.

"I had your black suit pressed," she said finally breaking the curtain of silence that hung between them.

"Thanks," he mumbled as he shifted his scrambled eggs from one side of his plate to the other with the fork. Suddenly, he felt bile rise in his throat like he was going to get sick. "I'm….going to go get ready," he muttered, knowing he would never be ready for what he was about to do.

"That's okay, I'll clean up here," she said, smiling encouragingly up at him. She couldn't imagine having to go through the funeral of a true love. Jack's body had not been recovered, so there was no funeral, and no one in New York knew him, so a memorial would have been a moot point. She was able to grieve privately, but Elliot…..oh god…..he was about to let half the city know how he truly felt about his partner of 12 years. He had lost more than a lover that day, he'd lost his best friend.

Elliot was lying flat across his bed in his suit unable to will his feet to move any farther. How stupid was he to think he could have actually gone through with this?

Olivia sat down at the edge of Elliot's bed and laid a hand on his back. She began to rub her palm in a soothing circular motion as she whispered gently to him.

"Come on, El, you have to get up. Everything is going to be alright, I'll be with you throughout the whole thing. I won't let go of your hand, I promise." She continued to rub his back and caress his cheek in an attempt to comfort him and assuage the guilt she knew he felt. Hell, she felt guilty for putting him through this.

Elliot heard a light tapping on his bedroom door.

"Go away, Rose!" he groaned, irritated at her for being so inconsiderate, even though, deep down, he knew she was being perfectly considerate by making sure he didn't miss the funeral.

"We have to go or we're going to be late, we have to follow the hearse, remember?" Of course he remembered. How could he not? He sighed as he watched a chink of dust swirl around the cream colored ceiling as the mid-morning sunlight streamed through the window. He almost wished it was raining. The sky had no right to be happy when Olivia was being put to rest. Elliot tried to repress the sudden sob that was creeping up his throat, but his attempt was unsuccessful and tears began trickle down his cheeks. He made no attempt to wipe them away.

Olivia's heart broke as she watched Elliot crying. Not only was he crying, but he was crying because of her. Bas had given her a fair warning from the start that not everything about Elliot's life was going to be pleasant for her to experience, this, she figured, was one of those times. She reached out her hand and tenderly wiped the tears off of his cheeks, wishing desperately that even if he couldn't see her, he could feel her, or even simply know that she was there and had not abandoned him.

Rose opened the door gently and looked down at the broken man lying on the bed in front o her and her heart went out to him.

"Come on, we have to go. It's going to be okay. I can….drive, if you want me to," she offered.

"No. I'm fine, this is something I have to do," he said in a voice that, though shaky, was full of conviction. Rose saw no point in arguing with him, he was right, this was something he had to do. Leading the funeral procession was the first step in accepting it.

A/N: I just found out that I have a day off from school tomorrow due to flooding, so I'll probably be able to post some awesome chapters tomorrow during the day to both of the Titanic stories =D Read and review, please. I changed the story from a crossover to a general SVU story since I figured that's where it would be easiest for the people who read the other one to access it. Also, another side note, 'Bas' is the Gaelic word for 'death'. It's supposed to have an acent on the 'a' (like it did in the other story), but I'm too lazy to put it in. Anyway, I hope you found the chapter satisfactory ~platarozaluna