Saved, Part 9
Characters: Alex, Olivia, other
Rating: pg
Spoilers: none
Cheer for the speedy update, not really. Anyway, here is part 9, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own SVU, Conviciton, or Looney Tunes. Wish I did though, because then the Coyote could finally get that annoying Roadrunner.
AN: Umm, I couldn't do this part from Alex's POV, so I made it 3rd person. Let me know if you like it better this way.
Saved, Part 9
Olivia Benson found it slightly ironic that she was nervous around this woman. She dealt with hardened criminals everyday and it was now that she felt completely helpless. Maybe if she had her badge and gun…
It was quiet in the kitchen and Olivia was wandering around gathering up all the ingredients she needed for breakfast and ran her hand through her short hair. She had just cut it again a week before and enjoyed the chopped feeling of it. Alex loved to play with it- making it stick up at various angles. Apparently it was extremely amusing.
“You murmur in your sleep.”
Olivia cracked an egg into the bowl then turned her head and looked up at the random comment. Caroline was leaning against the counter, both hands holding the mug of coffee; a look of intense curiosity was in her eyes.
“So I’ve been told. Nightmares.”
She nodded, looking down into her coffee seemingly for answers, “My husband does the same thing. He works homicide, do you?”
“Umm no, Special Victims.”
“Tough job. Is that why…”
“Why I’m with Alex, instead of married with 2.5 kids and a dog?” Olivia quirked an eyebrow and let out a half laugh, “it may be part if it. I honestly don’t know. But I could be with a thousand men and never feel the connection I have with her. She gets it.”
“My daughter likes you.”
“She’s a good kid, runaway tendencies not withstanding. It’s nice to meet one who’s not damaged.” Olivia paused stood up straight and looked Caroline in the eyes, “She loves that kid, give her a chance. Okay?”
Caroline looked over at Olivia; she could see the finality followed by a moment of sadness in other woman’s eyes. It was a brief pensive look, but it was there. “You didn’t know.”
A tear rolled down her cheek. She really had tried to get over it, “we were thinking about having a kid a couple of years ago. Alex kept on insisting that we adopt so we could make sure it was a boy. I finally relented- I had wanted a biological child. Then she kept putting it off, saying the time wasn’t right yet. We fought about it constantly. Eventually the topic just dropped. Now I know why.”
Caroline walked up to the crying woman and put a comforting hand on her back, “I think she is ready now.”
They could hear the laughter from the adjoining room, and the sounds of the Roadrunner and Coyote filtering in. Olivia smiled, it wasn’t the grin that could make anyone melt; it was a small hopeful smile. “I think you are right. Now, pass me that waffle iron, we have a couple of hungry blondes to feed.”
Caroline chucked and passed the device over, chatting happily about various topics, she couldn’t help but like the compassionate woman standing next to her. Maybe it wasn’t too late for her to learn a thing or two about life.
By the time the food was done, Jake had arrived from the hotel and had made himself very much at home laughing at the television. Olivia was content just to stand back and watch her newly founded unconventional family. Maybe now she wouldn’t be afraid to tell Alex about the consultation she had had a week before at the fertility clinic.
Rating: pg
Spoilers: none
Cheer for the speedy update, not really. Anyway, here is part 9, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own SVU, Conviciton, or Looney Tunes. Wish I did though, because then the Coyote could finally get that annoying Roadrunner.
AN: Umm, I couldn't do this part from Alex's POV, so I made it 3rd person. Let me know if you like it better this way.
Saved, Part 9
Olivia Benson found it slightly ironic that she was nervous around this woman. She dealt with hardened criminals everyday and it was now that she felt completely helpless. Maybe if she had her badge and gun…
It was quiet in the kitchen and Olivia was wandering around gathering up all the ingredients she needed for breakfast and ran her hand through her short hair. She had just cut it again a week before and enjoyed the chopped feeling of it. Alex loved to play with it- making it stick up at various angles. Apparently it was extremely amusing.
“You murmur in your sleep.”
Olivia cracked an egg into the bowl then turned her head and looked up at the random comment. Caroline was leaning against the counter, both hands holding the mug of coffee; a look of intense curiosity was in her eyes.
“So I’ve been told. Nightmares.”
She nodded, looking down into her coffee seemingly for answers, “My husband does the same thing. He works homicide, do you?”
“Umm no, Special Victims.”
“Tough job. Is that why…”
“Why I’m with Alex, instead of married with 2.5 kids and a dog?” Olivia quirked an eyebrow and let out a half laugh, “it may be part if it. I honestly don’t know. But I could be with a thousand men and never feel the connection I have with her. She gets it.”
“My daughter likes you.”
“She’s a good kid, runaway tendencies not withstanding. It’s nice to meet one who’s not damaged.” Olivia paused stood up straight and looked Caroline in the eyes, “She loves that kid, give her a chance. Okay?”
Caroline looked over at Olivia; she could see the finality followed by a moment of sadness in other woman’s eyes. It was a brief pensive look, but it was there. “You didn’t know.”
A tear rolled down her cheek. She really had tried to get over it, “we were thinking about having a kid a couple of years ago. Alex kept on insisting that we adopt so we could make sure it was a boy. I finally relented- I had wanted a biological child. Then she kept putting it off, saying the time wasn’t right yet. We fought about it constantly. Eventually the topic just dropped. Now I know why.”
Caroline walked up to the crying woman and put a comforting hand on her back, “I think she is ready now.”
They could hear the laughter from the adjoining room, and the sounds of the Roadrunner and Coyote filtering in. Olivia smiled, it wasn’t the grin that could make anyone melt; it was a small hopeful smile. “I think you are right. Now, pass me that waffle iron, we have a couple of hungry blondes to feed.”
Caroline chucked and passed the device over, chatting happily about various topics, she couldn’t help but like the compassionate woman standing next to her. Maybe it wasn’t too late for her to learn a thing or two about life.
By the time the food was done, Jake had arrived from the hotel and had made himself very much at home laughing at the television. Olivia was content just to stand back and watch her newly founded unconventional family. Maybe now she wouldn’t be afraid to tell Alex about the consultation she had had a week before at the fertility clinic.