drabbles
So, all this delurking has made me decide to go ahead and post something, as well (for better or worse, lol). This is a series of completely unrelated 100 word drabbles, each of which was originally written in response to a challenge. All of them are either Alex- or Olivia-centric or explicitly A/O. The vast majority of them have been posted over the course of a while at either svu100 or lawandorder100 where I post most of my drabbles. But, again, seeing all this delurking I figured I could pull together my A/O ones and post. :) Here’s the first 10. The title of each is in bold. They're all rated PG or PG13.
So I Wait
There she sits in her favorite chair, head buried in a book, choosing to be oblivious of me. She knows what I want, but she makes me wait.
So I wait.
It's not like it isn't obvious. I mean, I turned the TV off five minutes ago and have been staring at her ever since. But she pretends not to notice.
So I wait.
I don't want to beg but I can't help it: I plead barely above a whisper, "Alex...." She ignores it. She's taking her sweet time letting things build.
So I wait.
And it's always worth it.
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Courthouse Steps
Normally teeming with people having business with the state of New York, the courthouse steps had gone quiet with the dropping of the sun. Olivia sat there alone until a familiar figure approached.
Eyes cast downward, she asked quietly, "How'd you know I'd be here?"
"It’s the anniversary of her death."
Her head finally came up and she met his eyes. Her chin began to quiver. "I miss her so much, Don."
Cragen looked away, up to the grand columns protecting the hallways Alex Cabot once prowled before returning his gaze to the woman before him. "I know you do."
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Slip-Up
"Ohhhh, my."
The two observers behind the one-way glass--the two who had been separately but equally enthralled by Detective Olivia Benson ending the successful interrogation by roughly bending the perp over the table, snapping cuffs over his wrists, and sneering his arrest into his ear--uttered the words simultaneously.
Followed closely by simultaneous horror. Neither had intended to say it aloud. But they had. And neither had meant for the arousal to be so evident in their voice. But it was.
Warily, they turned until their eyes met in uneasy acknowledgment.
A clenched jaw, "Alex."
A curt nod, "Elliot."
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Note: this one was written for a ‘fairy tale’ challenge, which is why it’s written as it is, lol
The Story of the Strong Minded, Well Dressed ADA
Once upon a time there ruled a strong minded, well dressed ADA. Then one day she insulted an evil lord's manhood and had to go into hiding.
Her detectives were left distraught. Her replacement wore go-go boots to court. And she herself began sleeping with an insurance adjuster. In short, there was much woe.
Finally, after years of wandering plotlines and hairstyles, the evil lord was captured and locked away. The ADA triumphantly returned to her post and once again donned her glasses of justice. Order was restored and happily ever after commenced.
Or so dreamed many in the fandom.
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Further Compromised
She'd bent the rules and pushed the limits of the system. Again. Thus earning the current chewing out by her superior.
"...undermined the integrity of this office..."
"...endangered your goodwill with the trial judge..."
"...further compromised your reputation."
Alex had managed to take the reprimands almost placidly, but couldn't stop the corner of her mouth from twitching upwards at the final one.
"Something funny, Counselor?" Donnelly demanded.
"No," Alex answered. Then tried, nearly successfully, to temper the defiance and the hint of pride in her voice as she continued, "It's just, where you'd say 'further compromised', I'd say 'further solidified'"
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Just a Name
"Elliot, Olivia, go," Cragen started towards his office, "I'll call Alex and have her meet you there with a warrant."
A name. Just a name. But a name that hadn't been uttered in this precinct, not in well over six months, not in the present tense.
Cragen continued into his office, either not realizing or simply not wanting to acknowledge his error. Or perhaps not wanting to see how his mistake had stopped one of his detectives mid-stride, coat half on, half off, like she'd been hit with a physical blow.
Because, really, it was more than just a name.
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Vino
Alex loved ordering wine.
She loved discussing the qualities of each vintage, the pedigree of each vineyard, how well it would go with this dish or that. She loved swirling her glass, aerating the small amount of liquid in it before breathing in the aroma. Bringing the glass to her lips, she would close her eyes and sip, loving how the taste spread over her tongue and down her throat. And loving how, off her approving nod, the expectant waiter would fill her glass and that of her companion.
Alex loved ordering wine.
And Olivia loved watching her order it.
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Traffic Duty
"Shit, Alex, when Cragen said he'd make sure I was directing traffic the rest of my career, for a moment I really thought he was serious."
"Traffic, huh?"
"He was *pissed*."
"If you were in traffic, would you have to wear a uniform every day?"
Olivia regarded Alex's mischievous smile with both annoyance and amusement, "You're not taking me very seriously."
"I'm sorry." Alex lowered her head in mock contrition. Then, peeking back up asked hopefully, "Well, would you?"
Olivia couldn't help but laugh, finally letting go some of the day's tension, "You're so incorrigible."
Alex just grinned at her.
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Storm
We had a storm last night. Bad. Enough so that people were talking about it here at work this morning.
I wanted to talk, too. Tell them that I'd never seen the sky look that angry nor the wind howl so loudly; that I didn't know if it was normal. I wanted to tell them how scary it was to not even know how scared to be.
But they looked at me and said I must be used to it; that I must've lived through much worse in Tulsa. So, in the end, all I could tell them was, "Yeah."
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Alone In New York
It was nearly impossible, Olivia knew, to be alone in New York. She shared Central Park with other joggers no matter how early she got there and the all night eatery down the street with other diners no matter how late she got there. At home the apartment wall she shared with her neighbor blocked out visuals but not sounds. And her second home, she shared that with co-workers and other NYPD personnel that staffed it twenty-four seven.
It was nearly impossible, Olivia knew, to be alone in New York. But being lonely? Well, that was a different matter entirely.
So I Wait
There she sits in her favorite chair, head buried in a book, choosing to be oblivious of me. She knows what I want, but she makes me wait.
So I wait.
It's not like it isn't obvious. I mean, I turned the TV off five minutes ago and have been staring at her ever since. But she pretends not to notice.
So I wait.
I don't want to beg but I can't help it: I plead barely above a whisper, "Alex...." She ignores it. She's taking her sweet time letting things build.
So I wait.
And it's always worth it.
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Courthouse Steps
Normally teeming with people having business with the state of New York, the courthouse steps had gone quiet with the dropping of the sun. Olivia sat there alone until a familiar figure approached.
Eyes cast downward, she asked quietly, "How'd you know I'd be here?"
"It’s the anniversary of her death."
Her head finally came up and she met his eyes. Her chin began to quiver. "I miss her so much, Don."
Cragen looked away, up to the grand columns protecting the hallways Alex Cabot once prowled before returning his gaze to the woman before him. "I know you do."
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Slip-Up
"Ohhhh, my."
The two observers behind the one-way glass--the two who had been separately but equally enthralled by Detective Olivia Benson ending the successful interrogation by roughly bending the perp over the table, snapping cuffs over his wrists, and sneering his arrest into his ear--uttered the words simultaneously.
Followed closely by simultaneous horror. Neither had intended to say it aloud. But they had. And neither had meant for the arousal to be so evident in their voice. But it was.
Warily, they turned until their eyes met in uneasy acknowledgment.
A clenched jaw, "Alex."
A curt nod, "Elliot."
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Note: this one was written for a ‘fairy tale’ challenge, which is why it’s written as it is, lol
The Story of the Strong Minded, Well Dressed ADA
Once upon a time there ruled a strong minded, well dressed ADA. Then one day she insulted an evil lord's manhood and had to go into hiding.
Her detectives were left distraught. Her replacement wore go-go boots to court. And she herself began sleeping with an insurance adjuster. In short, there was much woe.
Finally, after years of wandering plotlines and hairstyles, the evil lord was captured and locked away. The ADA triumphantly returned to her post and once again donned her glasses of justice. Order was restored and happily ever after commenced.
Or so dreamed many in the fandom.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Further Compromised
She'd bent the rules and pushed the limits of the system. Again. Thus earning the current chewing out by her superior.
"...undermined the integrity of this office..."
"...endangered your goodwill with the trial judge..."
"...further compromised your reputation."
Alex had managed to take the reprimands almost placidly, but couldn't stop the corner of her mouth from twitching upwards at the final one.
"Something funny, Counselor?" Donnelly demanded.
"No," Alex answered. Then tried, nearly successfully, to temper the defiance and the hint of pride in her voice as she continued, "It's just, where you'd say 'further compromised', I'd say 'further solidified'"
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Just a Name
"Elliot, Olivia, go," Cragen started towards his office, "I'll call Alex and have her meet you there with a warrant."
A name. Just a name. But a name that hadn't been uttered in this precinct, not in well over six months, not in the present tense.
Cragen continued into his office, either not realizing or simply not wanting to acknowledge his error. Or perhaps not wanting to see how his mistake had stopped one of his detectives mid-stride, coat half on, half off, like she'd been hit with a physical blow.
Because, really, it was more than just a name.
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Vino
Alex loved ordering wine.
She loved discussing the qualities of each vintage, the pedigree of each vineyard, how well it would go with this dish or that. She loved swirling her glass, aerating the small amount of liquid in it before breathing in the aroma. Bringing the glass to her lips, she would close her eyes and sip, loving how the taste spread over her tongue and down her throat. And loving how, off her approving nod, the expectant waiter would fill her glass and that of her companion.
Alex loved ordering wine.
And Olivia loved watching her order it.
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Traffic Duty
"Shit, Alex, when Cragen said he'd make sure I was directing traffic the rest of my career, for a moment I really thought he was serious."
"Traffic, huh?"
"He was *pissed*."
"If you were in traffic, would you have to wear a uniform every day?"
Olivia regarded Alex's mischievous smile with both annoyance and amusement, "You're not taking me very seriously."
"I'm sorry." Alex lowered her head in mock contrition. Then, peeking back up asked hopefully, "Well, would you?"
Olivia couldn't help but laugh, finally letting go some of the day's tension, "You're so incorrigible."
Alex just grinned at her.
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Storm
We had a storm last night. Bad. Enough so that people were talking about it here at work this morning.
I wanted to talk, too. Tell them that I'd never seen the sky look that angry nor the wind howl so loudly; that I didn't know if it was normal. I wanted to tell them how scary it was to not even know how scared to be.
But they looked at me and said I must be used to it; that I must've lived through much worse in Tulsa. So, in the end, all I could tell them was, "Yeah."
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Alone In New York
It was nearly impossible, Olivia knew, to be alone in New York. She shared Central Park with other joggers no matter how early she got there and the all night eatery down the street with other diners no matter how late she got there. At home the apartment wall she shared with her neighbor blocked out visuals but not sounds. And her second home, she shared that with co-workers and other NYPD personnel that staffed it twenty-four seven.
It was nearly impossible, Olivia knew, to be alone in New York. But being lonely? Well, that was a different matter entirely.