Disclaimer: Have I not done enough of these? Surely by now it's obvious that I don't own SVU or anyone for that matter.
AN: well hello my dears... I decided to follow up on the ending by adding another chapter. this was originally on chapter but it got way to long so I cut it. A little forewarning of some... uhh... colourful language
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~~SVU~~
Ch16
One Year
~~SVU~~
It had been a year.
She knew what he'd done. She'd sat there and listened as he'd talked unnervingly calmly. She knew what he was capable of, and to what lengths he would go to, to avoid that side of himself. She wasn't surprised when her dad had told her everything when she had finally confronted him about it. It wasn't that she was pretending that her twin brother hadn't confessed everything to her, but a part of her wanted to believe in hope, that he'd messed up and would walk through the door with a sheepish look on his face and that little grin where he was trying too hard not to smile but failed. He'd visited her at the hospital and told her everything.
~~Flashback~~
"But over the past few years, I've done some crazy shit. I've done things that I regret with every fibre of my being."
"That's deep."
"Shut up, I'm tryin to be serious here. Any way, I've basically done everything short of murder. You name it, I've probably done it. I guess it sorta started in high school. You, Liz possibly top in every single class. The only thing I could be seen doing is being the screw up that I am. That's why I have to do this. It's my only way out."
"No it's not" said Lizzie "I forgive you. No matter what you did, I forgive you."
"Some things can't be forgiven." he said deathly quietly "If you knew half the stuff I've done you'd never want to hear my name breathed in your life again."
"I don't want you to do this. It's stupid and crazy. It's so not you"
"This is me. This is what I've done."
Her eyes were the size of dinner plates by the time he'd finished explaining.
~~Flashback end~~
Still her eyes were red and sore, her tears long since dried up as she sat in silence, remembering the last time she and Dickie had walked home from school together. Before he went weird and went to live with their dad. She felt it was her fault for not paying more attention to him when he needed her most. But he'd been right when he'd told her to stay as she was. To not follow him, like she used to when they were little.
For the hundredth time, Lizzie started to slide the brush through her hair. Her soft waves started to stick up a little from the static. It made her think of the time when someone had laughed at her in kindergarten for having her hair messy after they'd been running around at recess.
~~Flashback~~
Lizzie sat down on the carpet next to her twin brother. They were laughing until the new girl, Maria Southerton came over and said to Lizzie"your hair is gross and yucky."
Lizzie put her hand on her head and tried to flatten her hair. It was sticking out in different places and it had mud caked in it.
Dickie spoke up and told the girl "shut up, at least she still looks prettier than you."
"Richard Stabler! that's enough of that attitude, go sit in time out." the teacher said sternly.
"But Miss Hutchinson," Lizzie spoke up, but was interrupted "No Buts, Lizzie, he wasn't very nice to Maria. and when he's ready to say sorry he can come out of time out."
"But Maria said-"
"I don't care what Maria said, there's no excuse for him being so horrible."
"Well she was horrible first." Lizzie replied huffily.
"Would you like to join your brother in time out? Cos if you do I will put you there. Maria has been nothing but nice to everyone since she got here."
"Suck up." Lizzie muttered as darkly as a four year old could
"Time out. Now!"
~~Flashback end~~
She smiled slightly at the memory as she stroked her brush through her hair again. Maureen stuck her head round the door and slipped into the room. Lizzie felt the bed move as weight was applied beside her. She barely noticed the warm arm on her shoulders gently pull her into a hug. She heard her sister clearly her throat nervously. "I was thinking about the time when Mom found out there were no cookies left in the jar. You and Katie had eaten nearly all of them between you, and Dickie was climbing up to put the jar back and she caught him with the last cookie half eaten and chocolate smeared on his face. She was so mad. But he never did tell on you guys." Lizzie smiled briefly as she remembered the look on her brother's face, turned halfway around with the cookie frozen just at his half open mouth.
"He's always looked out for us. Our guardian angel. Though not much of a angel recently."
"Yeah." her sister replied "Liz, listen I'm going downstairs. I'll see you down there" she rubbed her sister's arm comfortingly and got up. Pausing at the door, she looked over at her sister and smiled at her before leaving the room.
~~Flashback~~
"I think I'm the one who left Olivia all messed up"
"What do you mean?"
"I think I- I think I attacked her. I think I'm the one who raped her and left her for dead. I'm pretty sure, cos the last thing I remember... well, let's just say I wasn't that nice to her. In fact, I was so horrible I wanted to die as soon as I remembered what I'd done."
~~Flashback end~~
But it wasn't him. He'd knocked her out, sure but he hadn't done anything besides that. She clasped her silver locket around her neck and returned to pulling her hair into a simple twist knot. Standing up, she slipped her shoes on and lifted each foot in turn to hook each heel into her shoes. Before she knew it, her hand was on the doorknob, slowly turning it. the last words he ever spoke to here running around in her head "I wish I'd been a better person. Goodbye Lizzie, I love you."
~~SVU~~
Elliot watched as his eldest daughter, Maureen, came down the stairs. She reminded him of her mother. In the way that she looked, the way she held herself, even the mannerisms and facial expressions. It made him smile in such dark times. She was followed closely by his next eldest daughter, Kathleen, carrying his three year old son, Eli. The little boy's blond curls had darkened in the past year to a mousey brown. Finally, Lizzie. She looked calm and reserved. Of course it was all a show. The make up hid the evidence of tears a little too well. She shouldn't be so practiced so young. There was too much sadness in her nineteen short years. And now was the memorial service. One Year. One year since he'd been in that hospital room with her. One year since he'd last been seen alive. There was no body, but by God they were going to have one hell of a memorial service.
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This particular story is at its end I may make a sequel but currently I don't have the time to do so.