Full Circle 2/?
Title: Full Circle
Pairing(s): A/O
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU-ish. Olivia’s mother loses custody of her when she is young. She either dies or someone learns about the abuse. She is then moved around a few times before she comes to stay with the Cabot’s. Because she has grown up in the system, she doesn’t trust easily. Alex tries to befriend her, but Olivia pushes her away. They grow up together, but never really get to know each other and lose touch when Olivia is old enough to leave.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
As Maxine and Olivia walked up to the front door, Olivia took in the house and the yard surrounding it. It was a white two story house with a roof made from red shingles. By counting the windows, Olivia guessed there were maybe five or six rooms on the first floor and possible four more on the second.
The yard was well taken care of. It looked freshly mowed and the hedges lining the property were perfectly clipped. There was also a decorative well in the middle, but until she looked at it closer, Olivia would be able to know if it was real or not. Turning back to the door, Olivia saw Maxine look at her as if asking if she was ready. She took an almost unnoticeable deep breath. After letting it out, she nodded, ready to meet her new guardians.
Maxine shot her a reassuring smile before she knocked on the door. It wasn’t long before a woman who looked to be in her later thirties answered the door. Her pale blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun. She was wearing a black and white checked sundress with what appeared to be a white belt just under her bust line.
“Good morning, Mrs. Cabot,” Maxine greeted. “I’m Maxine Grey. We spoke on the phone?”
“Yes, we did. And please call me Sophie,” she told them. Sophie opened the door wider so they two could enter the house. “You must be Olivia,” she said as she looked towards Liv. “It is very nice to meet you.” She offered her hand to the girl.
Olivia shook it for as long as was polite before slowly extricating her hand from the older woman’s. Understanding Olivia’s reluctance to hold on longer than was necessary, Sophie only smiled.
“Why don’t you introduce Olivia to your daughter?” Maxine suggested. “That way we don’t have to bore her with matters that she’s already been through.”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Sophie replied. “Alexandra, could you come in here for a moment?”
Olivia turned in the direction Sophie had called and watched as a very small girl with long, straight blonde hair sulk into the room. She stopped as soon as she entered, crossed her arms and scowled. “Alexandra, this is Olivia Benson. Olivia, meet my daughter Alexandra Cabot.” Alex barely spared Olivia a glance. When she did look at the older girl it was more of a glare. Olivia stuffed one of her thumbs in her pants pocket and waved with the other hand before doing the same thing with it. “Alexandra, why don’t you show Olivia to her room? Then you girls can get to know each other while looking around the house.”
Alex turned and walked out of the room, not sparing a second glance at Olivia. Olivia turned and gave Maxine a look that said are you serious? Maxine gave an imperceptible shrug and nodded her head in the direction Alex had gone, telling Olivia to follow. Sighing, Olivia picked up her bag and walked out of the room.
“She hasn’t said anything, but I think Alex is a little wary of us taking Olivia in,” Sophie explained.
Maxine nodded in understanding. “Only child syndrome,” she explained. “Subconsciously, she probably thinks you will be paying more attention to Olivia. Even though Alexandra is eleven, it is still a very common feeling.”
“But she will be able to adjust, right?” Sophie asked, a little worried about the effect this would have on her daughter.
“Of course she will,” Maxine assured the other woman. She wasn’t sure though if that reassurance was for her as well.
Meanwhile, Olivia followed the young girl down the hall. Feeling awkward with the silence, Olivia tried to make conversation. “So, Alexandra…”
“It’s Alex,” she interrupted.
“Ok, Alex. How old are you?” Olivia asked.
“Eleven. And you’re thirteen,” Alex replied curtly. She stopped in front of a door and opened it. She stepped inside. Even though she was confused with the she was receiving from the younger girl, Olivia followed her in.
Taken the room in, Olivia was mildly impressed, although she would never admit that to anyone. The walls were painted a pale blue which made a small smile appear on Olivia’s lips. All of the other families had painted the room she would be staying pink just because she was a girl. Olivia hated pink. Everything else matched. Different shades of blue made up the sheets, bedspread, pillow cases, and curtains. There were two other doors in the room, one she assume to be the closet, but had no idea what was behind the other. There was also a dresser and a small desk. Setting her stuff on the bed, Olivia looked at Alex and nodded her head in approval.
Alex just rolled her eyes. “Look, let’s just get one thing straight,” she said as she placed her hands on her hips. “I’m not exactly a huge fan of you staying here, but it’s something my parents want. From what I’ve been told multiple kids often leave someone feeling neglected and as I am the only other child here, I would be the neglected one.”
Olivia looked at her as if she had grown a second head. “Are you sure you’re only eleven?” she asked. “Besides, I thought the older one was always the one being ignored so that the parents could take care of the needs of the younger child.”
“I may be the younger one, but you’re newer,” Alex said as if it explained everything.
“Anyone ever tell you that you could be a lawyer?” Olivia asked.
Alex ignored the question and continued on. “Look, as long as you stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. This way we can get through however long you’re here unscathed.”
Olivia had a mixed feelings running through her. First she was a little confused. What eleven year old used words like unscathed. Next she was slightly hurt that Alex wouldn’t even give her a chance, but she would get over that one quick. The one currently in the lead was anger. Giving way to that one Olivia glared at the younger girl. “No skin off my nose, Blondie,” she bit back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some unpacking to do.”
Alex took the hint and walked out of the room. As soon as she heard the door click shit, Olivia decided to take a look at what was behind the two doors. As she had guessed behind the first was a closet. A pretty big one from the looks of it. The second door through Olivia for a loop. It was a bathroom. Olivia couldn’t believe she had her own bathroom. Before she could think on that any further there was a soft knock on her door. She walked out of the bathroom and took a seat on the bed. “Come in,” she called out. She smiled when she saw Maxine walk in.
“How are you settling in, Liv?” Maxine asked as she crossed the room and took a seat next to Olivia.
“Pretty good, so far,” Olivia responded. She left out her altercation with Alex knowing it would concern Maxine and she didn’t really want to be moved again. Besides, Sophie seemed nice enough.
“That’s good,” Maxine said. She looked at Olivia a little apprehensively. “Listen Olivia, while we were talking, I filled Sophie in on a few things.”
“Like?”
“Like, why your mother lost custody,” Olivia winced. “And why she never petitioned to regain custody,” another wince. “And why you aren’t with your father,” a wince accompanied by a small shudder.
“Exactly why?” Olivia asked tentatively. Ever since she had found out what her mother meant by “raping bastard” whenever she had described her father, Olivia had been a little wary of people knowing that her father had raped her mother and Olivia was the result.
“Exactly why,” Maxine nodded.
Olivia thought for a moment and then sighed. “At least that’s one thing I won’t have to worry about,” she said as she gave Maxine a small smile.
Maxine let out a sigh of relief, knowing what kind of temper the teenager already had. “I also talked to her about Amy,” Maxine said. She smiled when she saw Olivia’s focus snap back at the mention of her best friend. “You actually live a little closer now and she said that as long as you check with them first you can visit and phone calls shouldn’t be a problem. I gave her our number and also Liz’s.”
Olivia smiled at the last comment. She wouldn’t have to wait to be moved or her birthday before she got to see her best friend. She had also kept contact with Liz Donnelly since her trial. Although the prosecutor was moving up within the district attorney’s office, she had told Olivia that for some reason she couldn’t let her case go and wanted to make sure she was doing alright.
Most of the things Olivia had learned since she stepped into the Cabot household had made her feel better about her seventh move. Maybe seven really was a lucky number. Now all she had to do was worry about Alex.
Pairing(s): A/O
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU-ish. Olivia’s mother loses custody of her when she is young. She either dies or someone learns about the abuse. She is then moved around a few times before she comes to stay with the Cabot’s. Because she has grown up in the system, she doesn’t trust easily. Alex tries to befriend her, but Olivia pushes her away. They grow up together, but never really get to know each other and lose touch when Olivia is old enough to leave.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
As Maxine and Olivia walked up to the front door, Olivia took in the house and the yard surrounding it. It was a white two story house with a roof made from red shingles. By counting the windows, Olivia guessed there were maybe five or six rooms on the first floor and possible four more on the second.
The yard was well taken care of. It looked freshly mowed and the hedges lining the property were perfectly clipped. There was also a decorative well in the middle, but until she looked at it closer, Olivia would be able to know if it was real or not. Turning back to the door, Olivia saw Maxine look at her as if asking if she was ready. She took an almost unnoticeable deep breath. After letting it out, she nodded, ready to meet her new guardians.
Maxine shot her a reassuring smile before she knocked on the door. It wasn’t long before a woman who looked to be in her later thirties answered the door. Her pale blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun. She was wearing a black and white checked sundress with what appeared to be a white belt just under her bust line.
“Good morning, Mrs. Cabot,” Maxine greeted. “I’m Maxine Grey. We spoke on the phone?”
“Yes, we did. And please call me Sophie,” she told them. Sophie opened the door wider so they two could enter the house. “You must be Olivia,” she said as she looked towards Liv. “It is very nice to meet you.” She offered her hand to the girl.
Olivia shook it for as long as was polite before slowly extricating her hand from the older woman’s. Understanding Olivia’s reluctance to hold on longer than was necessary, Sophie only smiled.
“Why don’t you introduce Olivia to your daughter?” Maxine suggested. “That way we don’t have to bore her with matters that she’s already been through.”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Sophie replied. “Alexandra, could you come in here for a moment?”
Olivia turned in the direction Sophie had called and watched as a very small girl with long, straight blonde hair sulk into the room. She stopped as soon as she entered, crossed her arms and scowled. “Alexandra, this is Olivia Benson. Olivia, meet my daughter Alexandra Cabot.” Alex barely spared Olivia a glance. When she did look at the older girl it was more of a glare. Olivia stuffed one of her thumbs in her pants pocket and waved with the other hand before doing the same thing with it. “Alexandra, why don’t you show Olivia to her room? Then you girls can get to know each other while looking around the house.”
Alex turned and walked out of the room, not sparing a second glance at Olivia. Olivia turned and gave Maxine a look that said are you serious? Maxine gave an imperceptible shrug and nodded her head in the direction Alex had gone, telling Olivia to follow. Sighing, Olivia picked up her bag and walked out of the room.
“She hasn’t said anything, but I think Alex is a little wary of us taking Olivia in,” Sophie explained.
Maxine nodded in understanding. “Only child syndrome,” she explained. “Subconsciously, she probably thinks you will be paying more attention to Olivia. Even though Alexandra is eleven, it is still a very common feeling.”
“But she will be able to adjust, right?” Sophie asked, a little worried about the effect this would have on her daughter.
“Of course she will,” Maxine assured the other woman. She wasn’t sure though if that reassurance was for her as well.
Meanwhile, Olivia followed the young girl down the hall. Feeling awkward with the silence, Olivia tried to make conversation. “So, Alexandra…”
“It’s Alex,” she interrupted.
“Ok, Alex. How old are you?” Olivia asked.
“Eleven. And you’re thirteen,” Alex replied curtly. She stopped in front of a door and opened it. She stepped inside. Even though she was confused with the she was receiving from the younger girl, Olivia followed her in.
Taken the room in, Olivia was mildly impressed, although she would never admit that to anyone. The walls were painted a pale blue which made a small smile appear on Olivia’s lips. All of the other families had painted the room she would be staying pink just because she was a girl. Olivia hated pink. Everything else matched. Different shades of blue made up the sheets, bedspread, pillow cases, and curtains. There were two other doors in the room, one she assume to be the closet, but had no idea what was behind the other. There was also a dresser and a small desk. Setting her stuff on the bed, Olivia looked at Alex and nodded her head in approval.
Alex just rolled her eyes. “Look, let’s just get one thing straight,” she said as she placed her hands on her hips. “I’m not exactly a huge fan of you staying here, but it’s something my parents want. From what I’ve been told multiple kids often leave someone feeling neglected and as I am the only other child here, I would be the neglected one.”
Olivia looked at her as if she had grown a second head. “Are you sure you’re only eleven?” she asked. “Besides, I thought the older one was always the one being ignored so that the parents could take care of the needs of the younger child.”
“I may be the younger one, but you’re newer,” Alex said as if it explained everything.
“Anyone ever tell you that you could be a lawyer?” Olivia asked.
Alex ignored the question and continued on. “Look, as long as you stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. This way we can get through however long you’re here unscathed.”
Olivia had a mixed feelings running through her. First she was a little confused. What eleven year old used words like unscathed. Next she was slightly hurt that Alex wouldn’t even give her a chance, but she would get over that one quick. The one currently in the lead was anger. Giving way to that one Olivia glared at the younger girl. “No skin off my nose, Blondie,” she bit back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some unpacking to do.”
Alex took the hint and walked out of the room. As soon as she heard the door click shit, Olivia decided to take a look at what was behind the two doors. As she had guessed behind the first was a closet. A pretty big one from the looks of it. The second door through Olivia for a loop. It was a bathroom. Olivia couldn’t believe she had her own bathroom. Before she could think on that any further there was a soft knock on her door. She walked out of the bathroom and took a seat on the bed. “Come in,” she called out. She smiled when she saw Maxine walk in.
“How are you settling in, Liv?” Maxine asked as she crossed the room and took a seat next to Olivia.
“Pretty good, so far,” Olivia responded. She left out her altercation with Alex knowing it would concern Maxine and she didn’t really want to be moved again. Besides, Sophie seemed nice enough.
“That’s good,” Maxine said. She looked at Olivia a little apprehensively. “Listen Olivia, while we were talking, I filled Sophie in on a few things.”
“Like?”
“Like, why your mother lost custody,” Olivia winced. “And why she never petitioned to regain custody,” another wince. “And why you aren’t with your father,” a wince accompanied by a small shudder.
“Exactly why?” Olivia asked tentatively. Ever since she had found out what her mother meant by “raping bastard” whenever she had described her father, Olivia had been a little wary of people knowing that her father had raped her mother and Olivia was the result.
“Exactly why,” Maxine nodded.
Olivia thought for a moment and then sighed. “At least that’s one thing I won’t have to worry about,” she said as she gave Maxine a small smile.
Maxine let out a sigh of relief, knowing what kind of temper the teenager already had. “I also talked to her about Amy,” Maxine said. She smiled when she saw Olivia’s focus snap back at the mention of her best friend. “You actually live a little closer now and she said that as long as you check with them first you can visit and phone calls shouldn’t be a problem. I gave her our number and also Liz’s.”
Olivia smiled at the last comment. She wouldn’t have to wait to be moved or her birthday before she got to see her best friend. She had also kept contact with Liz Donnelly since her trial. Although the prosecutor was moving up within the district attorney’s office, she had told Olivia that for some reason she couldn’t let her case go and wanted to make sure she was doing alright.
Most of the things Olivia had learned since she stepped into the Cabot household had made her feel better about her seventh move. Maybe seven really was a lucky number. Now all she had to do was worry about Alex.