Note: I have (and all of you do too) to thank someone. I had hit a Mega writer's block, and a review on a message board from a friend was very inspiring.

Liv2Luv16 wrote to me: "Megan, my friend, you r such a awesome writer. everything u write turns to gold, i love all ur stories and u should def continue w/ the story about Olivia and her twin. so if u don't see me reviewing on then i'll post it on here. keep writing, and i'll keep reading b/c i want to know what happens on "remember Me" "

Thank you!!! You have no idea how much it helped me knowing a friend is reading :-) Brought a tear to my eyes.

Several days went by, and there wasn't anything that had changed. Elliot's oldest daughter, Maureen, spent the weekend with Olivia and her father, helping Liv get reaquainted with life. The two went for walks, and did a little shopping. Olivia was happy to get out, and Maureen seemed to be quite patient with Olivia. Elliot called her cell phone 6 times over the first hour they were out. Olivia rolled her eyes and just accepted it as his normal behavior. Maureen yelled at him.

After Maureen left on Sunday night, Olivia finally toured his whole apartment. At first, she'd just hung out in the living room, kitchen, and her bedroom. There was Elliot's room, and a small study where Maureen would sleep when she visited. There was Elliot's lap top, and a couch, and against the wall was a tall black piece of furnature that stuck in Olivia's mind.

"Oh, its a p-"

"Piano," she said, opening the key cover. She sat and stared at the keys. "Do I play?"

"You tell me." Olivia fumbled with the keys a moment. She closed her eyes and let her fingers work the keys on their own and the apartment was filled with the beautiful music of Elton John, performed by Olivia. She sang along, not missing a word or a note. Elliot's eyes were wide, and mouth hung open. She'd never sat at his piano in all th years they'd worked together. She didn't even own a piano. And she hated listening to Elton John. "Olivia, that was-"

"You liked it?"

"That was brilliant. Do you remember anything else?"

"I didn't remember it; it just...happened."

"Let it happen again!" She played a song he could barely recognize. It was one Maureen had been listening to on the radio a few weeks before Olivia's fall. She must have been working on it before.

"I heard it today with Maureen, and it got stuck in my head."

"You can play anything you hear."

"I guess."

"Olivia Benson, you could have had an incredible career in music had you wanted it."

"I guess I didn't want it." Elliot wanted to know why, but was afraid of bring up bad memories first.

"I'm glad you didn't. You're the best cop I've ever met." He kissed the top of her head. He'd done it a few times before, just a gesture that she'd always waved off before. She reached up and cupped her hand over his, where it was resting on her shoulder. "Keep playing...all you like, Babe."

"Elliot?"

"Hmm?"

"What were we?"

"We were partners, friends, and you were always like family to me." She nodded and turned her eyes back to the piano.

"Elliot!" Liv screamed. Within seconds, Elliot was in her room, throwing on the lights.

"Liv? What's wrong?" He pulled her into a hug, if anything, to stop her shaking. She was breathing heavily, shaking hard, and her eyes were wide with fright.

"Elliot, I saw..."

"It was a dream, Olivia," he soothed. "Just a dream."

"They were so young," she cried. "Just kids...it looked like they were dead."

"Shhh," he whispered. "Liv, you were a cop a long time. You saw pretty horrific things, you may just be remembering things."

"I don't want to...to remember that," she gasped. "I want to remember you, and my life, but, God, what did I do?"

"You helped people who needed you."

"I didn't hurt them...?" she asked.

"God! No, Liv, you gave them back their lives by putting the people who DID do that in jail." Her breathing steadied, and she snuggled into his chest for comfort. Elliot maneuvered them into her bed gently so she could fall back to sleep. He stroked her hair and hummed a little tune while she rested in his arms. He thought back to the times he'd held his children after a night-mare, and his wife after a rough day. Elliot was glad to be a comfort to the woman he'd considered his best friend and more. She was breathing deeply know, and he figured she was asleep, so he untangled himself from her arms to leave.

"Don't leave," she pleaded. Elliot pulled the blankets tight around them and put his arms around her where they were only moments before.

"Sleep, Livvie," he whispered, fiddling with a lock of hair that had found its way into her eyes.

"Stabler," Don called. He waved Elliot into the office and closed the door. Elliot took a Red Vine from the tub and knawed aimlessly on it. "What are you doing here?"

"Maureen is with Olivia, and I needed to grab a few files."

"I don't want her seeing anything work related until she's herself again." Don's chair creaked in protest as he sat and leaned back. "How's our girl?"

"She started having nightmares last week, but by morning, she's forgotten all about them."

"Wish I could."

"Yeah, Cap. We all do. So, you and Casey-"

"Stabler-"

"I'm just asking!"

"It was one kiss, we needed each other that morning."

"You still need each other. She's good for you!" Don flung a paper ball at him. "You look happy together, Don."

"How is she, Elliot? Really?" Elliot sighed and the smile faded.

"She's not Olivia. I mean, she is, but that confidant woman who held this motly crew together is gone. Liv's scared. She's afraid of being alone, and afraid of going anywhere by herself. And she doesn't understand why. She has no idea that she was a cop, and that she's seen all these horrible things that can happen to a beautiful woman when she wanders around alone. Its like she knows deep down, but she can't word it. I've taken her to and from the news stand a block away, and at that point she wants to just go home. Olivia is hiding, and doesn't want to even go outside...not since the nightmares started. But she honestly doesn't even remember them the next morning."

"She has no idea?" Elliot shook his head.

"Olivia is terrified of people." Elliot rubbed his forehead. "I've gotten her to get the paper in the morning, explaining that jogging was always her favorite thing to do to relieve stress-"

"I thought wall climbing was."

"It is. I'm taking her to do that tomorrow. I tried to get her to come swimming, but, as it turns out, she's terrified of water."

"Olivia is afraid of the water?"

"Guess so. I never tried to get her into a pool before. I mean, I've invited her when I had the kids for the weekend, but she always turned me down." Don smiled lightly.

"Elliot, give her time. She might have things coming back and they're disconnected memories of bodies, perps, crime scenes. She's been a cop so long, and seen New York's worst offenders and offenses."

Elliot and Olivia fell into a comfortable routine. She'd wake him up in the morning by playing the piano. At first she felt guilty, not realizing it echoed, but he asked her to play it when ever she wanted. Within a week, she'd watch the clock and sit down at 9:05 to play. His alarm didn't go off until 9:15, so he was usually awakened by her music. He loved it. The music every morning made his day seem to go much more smoothly than he thought.

He'd cook breakfast while she took a walk. She would set out on her own every morning to get the paper. Olivia started to like the feel of independance. Elliot would watch from the window most days, as she asked him to. She was still scared, and never wandered farther than the news stand down the street, where Elliot could see her from the fire escape.

She set out, jogging down the sidewalk as the morning sun beat down on her mostly bare shoulders. The tank shirt she wore was form-fitting and she enjoyed the feeling of the city air on her skin. It was now mid-June and nice; not too hot, not too cold. Her feet smacked the pavement as she ran. It felt like freedom. She would pay for the morning paper and store it in her back-pack she wore, and turn her music loud on Elliot's MP3 player. Most days, Liv would get a banana shake at the shop on her way back up, but today, she wanted to run. Besides, Elliot would have breakfast ready soon, and she liked his cooking.

He told her once that his cooking was far from good, and she was crazy for liking it. Elliot would microwave frozen meals, and call it dinner, and Olivia thought it was to die for. Not that he'd argue; a woman he cared about loved his cooking. Elliot would never argue with that.

"Brought you back a paper," she announced as she opened the door to his apartment. Elliot yelled a 'Thanks' from the kitchen.

"Thanks. Didn't want to burn your eggs."

"You made eggs?"

"Just as promised; you get the paper, and I will do real cooking." She laughed and took the plate from him as he brought them to the breakfast table. "Olivia, do you remember anything from last night?"

"I remember that I woke up, and you held me. You made me feel safe again," she whispered.

"You don't remember the dreams?"

"I did when I first woke up this morning, but the more I try to remember, the faster it goes away." Elliot poured a cup of coffee, added sugar and cream, and set it in front of her. She stirred the spoon around aimlessly as she thought on her night's sleep, or lack-there-of. "Elliot, tell me more about me."

"I told you all I know about your personal life. We're headed to a place you spent a lot off weekends at."

"Don't change the subject."

"I didn't."

"I asked about my life, you said you told me about my personal life. What about my work life? My parents? must have had parents." Elliot sighed. "Tell me."

"Your mom died in an accident a few years back."

"And my dad?"

"Never met him."

"You never met him?" Elliot rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"You never met him, Olivia. He was never a part of your life, and you have always wanted it that way. Your mother didn't even know his name. It was something that you hated talking about, and never really came to terms with. I don't like telling you the things about your life that you hate."

"Elliot," she started, looking into his eyes. "I need to know."

"Even if all that it brings you is pain?"

"Its me. Its part of me, and don't you dare take that from me." He sighed.

"Your mother was walking out of the library. She was in college or something, and she was raped. Nine months later, you were born. After that, she got drunk, for the next 18 or 20 years. You grew up taking care of a drunk mother, no father, and she never loved you. You've never known any kind of true honest love. Is that what you wanted?"

"I was a nistake," she whispered.

"No, you weren't a mistake, Olivia Benson. You have done so much good in your life, and I hate that I had to tell you about them."

"You should have told me before."

"Olivia-"

"I'm having these dreams because my father is a rapest."

"No, you are having these dreams because you work with rape vicitms, and you get them the help they need. Never, Olivia, never think that you are less of a person because of your parents. Over the last 8 years, Don Cragen has been more of a parent to you than your mother ever was. You have him to look up to, and he loves you as much as we all do, Livvie." Olivia felt tears streaming down her cheeks, but made no move to wipe them. "You once said to me, 'Half my genes are drunk and the other half are violent and cruel.' And Do you want to know what I said?"

"What?"

"Look how great you turned out. Made you cry then,too, I think."

"I just...why did she keep me?"

"How could anyone not want you around, Liv?" he said, cupping her face gently. "You are one of the strongest women I've ever met, and no one, I mean no one, does this job as good as you. No one can read me the way you do, Liv," he told her as gently as he could muster. "You know, its Sunday. Would you like to come to church?"

"Did I go before?"

"Never."

"Sure."

"Wonderful," he said, smiling.

Olivia blinked her eyes as she looked around the dark room. Elliot had taken to sleeping there next to her, so she could sleep through the night, but tonight hadn't been a night-mare. Tonight was a memory resurfacing, and it was a pleasent one. A blond woman was laughing with her, and she felt relaxed. It wasn't long, just this woman's face, laughing with Olivia.

"Elliot," she whispered.

"Mmm..." Elliot groaned, turning to face her. "Y'kay?" he asked.

"I had a dream."

"S'okay, Lv," he mumbled.

"I saw someone, we were laughing, and she had blond hair."

"K'thy?"

"No."

"C's'y?"

"No, she had blue eyes...I think...do you have any pictures of our friends?" Elliot rubbed his face and sat up. "Please, before I forget her," she pleaded. Elliot lead her into her bedroom and pulled a photo album out of a box he'd brought over from her place a few days eariler. He wanted to show her before, but never got around to it. Talking seemed easier for where they were.

"Blonde hair," he said, flipping through her pictures. "Is that her?"

"Yes! It was her. We were laughing over a cup of coffee, and she was happy."

"You two had coffee together after every win," he said, smiling and wiping sleep from his eyes. "Can you remember anything?"

"I can remember the dream."

"Did you say her name in the dream, Liv?" She closed her eyes and relaxed, picturing things. There was coffee, and she was happy. In her mind she felt that something good had just happened, like Elliot said, and she remembered-

"Alex..."she whispered. And the dream faded away. "Her name is Alex...?"

"Yeah," Elliot said happily, very awake now. "What else?"

"Alex..." she sighed. "That's it."

"But that's something."

"Something," she repeated.

"More will come, Olivia. Let's get back to bed." She nodded and allowed him to lead her into his bedroom. "Olivia, you okay?"

"I'm sorry I woke you up," she offered.

"Never be sorry. You got something back. It may be small, but that's just the beginning, Liv. You have to start some where. Hold on to that, and more will come."

"Alex."

"Alex."

Chapter 5 in the works!!

And Liv2Luv16! OMG that was soo cool of you to leave a review the way you did!! It TOTALLY brought me back and helped me write this chapter in like, an hour ::::bows to you:::::: uRock!!!