AN: I know, been FOREVER. SO, SO, SO, SO sorry. Ok, first things first. My computer crashes a few weeks ago. Horrible, I know. So not only am I without a computer for a few days, but I also fall WAY behind in school work. Thanks a lot Toshiba, I don't think you could have been any slower in the fixing my baby process. Anyway, took me awhile to catch up, but eventually I did. Yay me. But then, Sandy hit. Fortunately I live in Ohio, so I wasn't too badly hit. A little tiny bit of snow, and lots of wind and rain. But due to her horrible wrath, we lost our Internet connection. Out for about four to five days. Yeah, took the cable company that long to fix it. This in turn meant, I had to spend another day catching up on school work due to that. So here I am, at the end of this impossibly long rant, begging once again for mercy. This chapter is short, I know. But I promise the next one WILL be longer. And if it's not, you can come kick down my door and I will happily oblige to any torture you put me through. Oh and side note, not exactly sure on the whole Yankees/Mets thing with them, ya know who's a fan of who, and I figure over 12 seasons it was probably mentioned once or twice, but this is my memory failing me and me being just too lazy to research it. So sorry for any mistakes.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my own unfortunate situation timing and my own extreme procrastination.
3 weeks. That's how long it's been since she talked to him. She stayed that night. All night, on his couch, with him. They sat for hours, and hours just talking. She didn't cry though, and she was pretty proud of herself for that one. But he did, twice. She could almost feel the hurt radiating off of him. And it pained her beyond belief. So she decided that if the topic came up, they could talk of that night and the many awful and painful ones since then. But she was not going to deliberately bring it up again. She needed time with him to smile. Time to see those adorable lines next to his eyes crinkle up. To see his eyes get even impossibly bluer when he spoke of his kids. She needed to see that happy side of Elliot Stabler that not many got to see, that she rarely ever laid witness to.
He held her hand, middle of the conversation about the Yanks and their insanely fantastic season, and how in her opinion, they were going down. Just grabbed it and held tight. She didn't mind though, it felt good. Made her smile even more, and she needed that. They talked about Kathy and David Hayden. She smiled at the fact that now he and Kathy were getting along, civil even and getting better each day. They were still married though. She didn't know how to feel about that one. And he made this face like he thought he was going to explode when she spoke of David. It was pretty cute though. Not a word she often uses for Elliot Stabler, but a fitting one no the less.
She remembers lying down on opposite ends of the couch from each other, and him sticking his disgustingly vile feet in her face. She told him that there was absolutely no excuse for him to still have cop feet, and he told her "Once a cop, always a cop." She laughed, hard. She wasn't sure why it was so funny, but then on that night, it was hysterical. She faintly remembers him whispering something to her right before she fell asleep. Possibly along the lines of "God I missed you Liv. Don't even leave me again." This, if you ask her, makes zero sense. But yet it does. He left her, but she completely understands exactly what he means. And why he used her in place of him own self. After all these years, and the connection is still there. She's beginning to think it might never fade away, and that she's thankful for.
But now, it's been weeks, and no word from him. But then again, she hasn't called him either. She doesn't know why, she just hasn't. She's begging to believe that maybe all she need was that one night. Her closer. That maybe she will be just fine without him, that maybe he was just a time in her life, and not something permanent. That maybe, they were never meant to know each other forever. Maybe all they were, and ever meant to be, was passing through. Almost 13 years' worth. She knows she'll forever love him. After all, the man was her best friend. But maybe this is it. Now that she has her closer, she can move on with her life. Without Elliot.
AN #2: Ok, or maybe she's just reading WAY too much into this and he'll call her tomorrow? I don't know. But by the next chapter I will. Keep reading to find out? Oh, I hope so. R&R my lovelies, very much appreciated.