|Six Years Ago Today
Author: MissFantabulous PM
Elliot Stabler. 1961 2007. Father, police officer, friend. You will be missed. EO.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,897 - Reviews: 38 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 35 - Updated: 09-25-08 - Published: 05-21-07 - id: 3550653
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A/N: Sorry for the slight delay. School's been craaazy. Bleh. Anyway, I want to hear what you guys thought of the season premiere. I didn't really find the episode that great, other than the whole "Olivia's traumatized" premise. I think I was just expecting more from a season premiere. And I miss Diane Neal!! :(
Also, congrats to Mariska for her Emmy nomination. I was uber bummed that she didn't get it, but I mean, come on, it's Glenn fucking Close. Haha.
Well anyway, I'm sorry to give you guys some bad news, but this is a rather poorly written chapter. I'm not really feeling it at all. If you guys have any suggestions as to where you want this story to go, please let me know. I've kind of lost my inspiration, I'm just praying that now that the new season has started, ideas will start popping into my head.
Disclaimer: I want Diane Neal back. :(
Chapter 4: Dinosaur Bites, Icecream, and Anger
Hours later, Olivia, Elliot, and Jonathan sat at the dinner table enjoying some Chinese take-out.
They were all relatively silent. Jonathan was still wary of Elliot's sudden arrival and Elliot was still silently pondering the meaning of Jonathan's words from hours before.
"You're a bad daddy!"
Olivia watched as Elliot stared intently at Jon. She was pretty sure that Elliot was still uncertain as to whether or not Jonathan was his son. She bit down on her lower lips softly, hoping that her suspicions were correct. She wanted Elliot to find out about their son from her. How was she going to let him know? She hadn't figured out that detail just yet.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Olivia shot her head over to look at Elliot, who was seated to her right. "Huh?"
"You look pretty deep in thought," he clarified with a soft smile.
Olivia returned the smile and pushed her noodles across the plate with her fork and shrugged. "It's nothing."
Jonathan, who was sitting across from Olivia, dropped his fork onto the plate and pushed it forward. "Mommy, I'm done."
Olivia eyed the plate, noting that more than half of the food that she'd served to him still remained. "J, eat some more please."
"But Mommy, I'm full," Jonathan pleaded quietly.
"Hey Jonathan, how 'bout you take three more bites and Mommy'll give you some icecream. "
Jonathan's eyes suddenly lit up and he shifted his gaze from Elliot to Olivia suspiciously. "Really?"
"Sure," she replied, shooting a thankful smile at Elliot.
Picking up his fork, Jonathan poked his honey chicken and took a small bite out of it. Just as he was about to take another small bite, Elliot cut him off.
With a scowl, Jonathan opened his mouth wide and took a large bite out of the chicken as Olivia looked on, completely amused at the interaction between the two.
Three bites later, Olivia placed a small bowl of icecream in front of Jonathan as promised.
"Thanks, Mommy," he said through a mouthful of chocolate.
Smiling, Olivia reentered the kitchen where she found Elliot washing dishes.
"You don't have to do that, you know," she told him.
He turned to face her briefly before shrugging and turning back to the sink. "I know."
They stood in silence for several moments, the occasional clanking of dishes being placed in the drying rack the only audible noise in the room.
"Thanks for your help back there by the way," Olivia said softly.
Grabbing a paper towel, Elliot dried his hands and turned to face Olivia. "No problem. Sometimes you got to bribe a kid."
"Speaking of kids, shouldn't you go see yours?"
"I talked to Kathy when I got off the plane. She's out of town with Dickie and Lizzie and Kathleen and Maur and in Boston checking out some grad schools."
Olivia suddenly frowned. "So where are you staying tonight?"
"I was going to head back to the precinct and knock out in the crib," he stated casually. Elliot's face contorted into confusion when he saw the incredulous look Olivia was shooting at him.
"You're staying here tonight," she stated definitively.
Confusion was still clearly evident on Elliot's face, so Olivia sighed in exasperation and clarified for him.
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't let you stay for the night?" Olivia looked down and suddenly blushed, realizing that the last time he'd spent the night was the night of Jonathan's conception.
Elliot felt his cheeks redden as well as he realized what Olivia was thinking.
"I could just call up Munch or Fin and maybe stay with them," he said suddenly, not wanting to make Olivia feel uncomfortable in her own home.
Her head immediately shot up. "No. Stay."
They exchanged a warm smile and Elliot felt himself relax knowing that he was wanted. Wanted by Olivia, no less.
Olivia turned to face Jonathan, who was now standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his empty bowl of icecream in his cupped hands. Olivia took the bowl from the boy and placed it in the sink before kneeling down before him.
"Go brush your teeth and get into bed. I'll be there in a sec, okay?"
Nodding, Jonathan smiled slightly and leaned up to kiss his mother on the cheek. He looked over at Elliot and hesitated for a moment before waving to him and running off to the bathroom.
Smirking to himself, Elliot watched as Olivia returned to her normal height and walked over to the sink, quickly washing out the bowl.
"You're a good mom, Liv."
Olivia's head shot up and she searched Elliot's eyes. She smiled when she saw that there was no hidden meaning in his statement. He truly meant it.
"Thanks," she said, grinning slightly. "Can you give me a second? I'm going to go put Jon to sleep."
Nodding, Elliot stepped aside to let Olivia through the doorway, ignoring the tightening in his pants he felt when her upper body brushed up against his chest as she passed.
Several minutes later, Elliot was sitting on the couch, absently flipping through channels on the television. After about a minute of clicking, he finally turned it off. It had been almost half an hour since Olivia had left to put Jonathan to sleep.
Curiosity and slight worry caused him to stand from the couch and quietly make his way towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
Elliot slowly walked down the hallway, pausing every now and then to stare at the framed pictures hanging on either side of the walls.
The first picture he noticed was one from what he guessed was a NYPD sponsored Christmas party. In the picture, a pregnant Olivia stood between Casey and Fin, Munch standing on the opposite side of Casey, an arm draped over her shoulders.
Well there's something I missed.
Elliot continued to walk down the hallway and stopped when another picture caught his eye.
Olivia was dressed in a hospital gown standing beside Jonathan, who looked only a few hours old and was slightly transparent. Elliot's brow furrowed slightly as he stared at the picture. Jonathan looked much too small for a newborn.
"He was born prematurely," a voice said from behind him.
Elliot turned and saw Olivia staring at the picture. Her eyes were slightly glazed with nostalgia. After placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, she shifted her gaze to him.
She shot him a thankful smile before walking past him and entering her bedroom. She emerged several moments later, a book in hand, finding Elliot standing in the same spot.
"Come on," she said quietly before walking back into the living room, Elliot close on her heels.
They sat on the couch side by side. Olivia pulled the book into her lap and ran her hands delicately over the cover. Elliot eyed the book, a bit nervous as to what was inside.
"Here," Olivia whispered, sliding the book over into Elliot's lap.
He shot her a curious look before flipping open the leather cover of the book hesitantly.
A smile made its way onto Elliot's face as he saw the seven Polaroids glued onto the first page, signifying the seven months Olivia had been pregnant, each showing her turned to the side, her stomach larger in each picture.
Elliot instantly regretted not being around for Olivia's pregnancy.
"You should be pregnant more often," he muttered.
"Um, I mean...not by-not by me or anything, well unless you wanted, but I'm just saying that you-you looked beautiful when you were pregnant," he stammered, clearly embarrassed.
Noting Olivia's bemused expression, he nervously continued, "I mean that's not say that you don't look beautiful otherwise, but I--"
"Elliot," Olivia interrupted, chuckling. "Shut up."
Feeling a shade of pink rise into his cheeks, Elliot turned away from Olivia, facing the book once again. He gently flipped the page, careful not to damage it in any way.
His smile grew as he stared at the small black and white picture attached to the page. Underneath the sonogram were the words "4 months" written in Olivia's slightly messy scrawl.
Beneath the sonogram was another photo. In this one, Jonathan had the same transparent appearance he'd had in the framed picture in the hallway.
Elliot felt his throat tighten as a surge of emotions coursed through this body.
Beside him, he heard Olivia sniffling and he turned his head to look over at her. He placed a comforting hand on her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled when he felt her hand come to rest on top of his.
With his free hand, Elliot carefully turned the page, feeling his heart stop momentarily as he silently read the birth certificate attached to the page.
Jonathan Michael Benson
November 22, 2008 4:38 A.M.
3 lbs. 4 oz.
Mother: Olivia Marie Benson
Father: Elliot Michael Stabler
"Liv, I..." Elliot's voice trailed off as he tried to find something to say to her. Anything.
"I've never shown that to anyone," Olivia said softly. "Everyone suspects, but no one knows for sure."
Elliot pulled back his hand from Olivia's and ran it through his closely cropped hair. His mouth opened then closed as he struggled to find something to say.
"Olivia, I...are you sure I'm his father?"
Olivia glared at him at stood up from the couch, snatching the book from Elliot's lap in the process. "Of course I am."
She shut the book and held it close to her chest, desperately hoping that her tears wouldn't fall. She glanced back at Elliot and noticed that he still looked unconvinced.
"Elliot, he looks just like you," she said, examining his face closely. When she saw that he was still wearing the same disbelieving expression, she scoffed loudly.
"Jesus, Elliot, you want to take a fuckin' DNA test to prove it?"
Finally, Elliot's expression changed and he looked over at Olivia. "No...it's not that I don't believe you. I just," he paused, sighing. "This is all happening really fast."
"Really fast? Elliot 'this' happened in the six years that you were gone."
Elliot stood from the couch, taking a stride over to Olivia, and glared at her. "You're blaming me for being put into Witness Protection?"
Olivia, who had briefly been intimidated by Elliot towering above her, squinted her eyes and hid her fear. She knew Elliot would never hit her, but the way his face was twitching with anger, she was starting to doubt that belief.
"Maybe if you'd done your job you wouldn't have gotten shot," she spat.
Elliot's expression instantly changed from angry to hurt. He took a step back from her, making Olivia's immediately regret her bitter words.
"I'm going to go."
And with that, Elliot rushed over angrily to the door, slamming it behind him and leaving a crying Olivia in his wake.