|No Truer Love
Author: Liv-x-Case-Benson PM
Co-writer: That70sShowLova - When Phoebe has a Premonition that takes them to NYC, they land themselves in the middle of a tragic event that must be fixed or no one is safe. Olivia Benson never believed in the craft until she's given a chance she can't pass up, but she'll soon learn everything has a precious price. Even a life. But are they willing to make the sacrifice? T-M AORated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Phoebe H. & O. Benson - Chapters: 5 - Words: 6,579 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 08-17-12 - Published: 08-01-12 - id: 8383212
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No Truer Love
By: Liv-x-Lex4Ever & That70sShowLova
A Charmed/Law & Order: SVU crossover
Chapter 3: Stopper
Phoebe slumped onto the couch of the attic in defeat. The Elders had been adamant against resurrecting Olivia's girlfriend. All three Charmed Ones went to talk to them, Paige having to sneak up on Piper from behind to do so.
"I'm sorry," one of them said. They never bothered to actually learn their names. The Elders were old and half of their names were unpronounceable, most of them being from the time of Ye Olde English. Besides, they all looked the same. Piper and Paige just called them "hey you."
"No you're not," Piper interjected. She insisted upon being a bitch to them. They had made her relationship with Leo so difficult.
Hey You number one, rolled his eyes. "Despite what you may think, Piper, we aren't cruel people. It's simply not in our power to do what you're asking."
"Not that we would if we could," Hey You number six said. "What happened to this woman happened for a reason."
"Innocent people die because of her death!" Phoebe protested. "Her partner becomes distraught from losing her girlfriend!"
Hey You number one shrugged. "There's nothing we can do."
"I tried," Leo had said, which had caused Phoebe to give up. "I think it's best if you stop asking me to do this. They hate me enough as it is."
Piper smiled gratefully as she hugged up to Leo's side. "Thank you."
He smiled down at her and laid a kiss atop her head.
"We'll have to tell Olivia," Paige reminded. "Although I really don't want to. She'll probably kill us, too."
"Orb out of the way," Phoebe said, joking weakly.
Paige sent her a look, although appreciative of the attempt at humor. "Yeah, let's see you try to orb out of the way of a bullet."
"It's hard," Leo said.
"I'll freeze it," Piper said helpfully. "Or blow her up."
"That's murder, Piper," Paige reminded.
Piper shrugged jokingly, unconcerned.
Phoebe sighed. "Well, we better go deliver the bad news."
Olivia sat at her desk, trying to go over a huge stack of paperwork, but her heart wasn't in it. She hadn't slept for three days. All she could see was Alex on the sidewalk, bleeding out under her hand, hear her last breath as she said how sorry she was.
Everyone on the squad had recommended she take a few days off, but she insisted to work through it, just like she had with her mother. Only thing now was, it made her feel worse.
To go home meant seeing a thousand memories. To stay here, meant to deepen her depression. She sighed, resting her head in her hands.
"Go home, Liv," Elliot told her.
"Where is home? I don't feel comfortable anywhere anymore, not even here."
The Charmed Ones walked into the squad room, searching for Olivia. They were all nervous and reluctant to share with her the bad news. Whether it be because she might act irrationally, or because they just didn't want to hurt her.
"There," Paige said, pointing to a desk that occupied Olivia and a man.
The sisters walked to where Paige had pointed, their faces sullen as they looked at her.
"Is this a bad time?" Phoebe asked, praying it was.
Olivia shook her head. "No, what-what's up?" she asked, her eyes a bit brighter than before.
"We have some news," Phoebe said. She looked at Elliot and then back to Olivia. "Um..."
Paige gave Elliot a pointed look. "Scram, dude."
"Paige!" Piper reprimanded.
She rolled her eyes and muttered a, "Sorry."
"Um...Elliot, would you mind giving us a minute?"
He shook his head. "Kathy will be happy to see my ugly mug after three days of not. Are you sure you'll be okay?" he asked, sliding on his jacket.
She nodded, turning to them as he walked away and thankful no one else was there. "Why do I get the feeling this isn't good news?"
Phoebe sighed. "Because it isn't."
"The people we contacted couldn't do anything," Piper further explained, her voice tight. "They weren't powerful enough." She scoffed.
"I'm sorry," Phoebe consoled. "We tried. But Olivia this doesn't mean you can just go on a killing spree to nurse your grief. Trust us, we've all tried before and it hasn't helped."
"But you're not me! I-I can't focus, can't concentrate! I can't live without her! Don't you understand!?" She laid her gun and badge on her desk, staring at it. "Seems like I don't even belong here anymore...or anywhere for that matter. She just...she gave me purpose and meaning and..."
Paige glared. "That's how grief works! We've all had to deal with death, it happens a lot, it comes with job description. But these feelings pass! The hurt never goes away, but it fades. There are some days you'll cry from missing her and some days you'll be perfectly happy. But you can't just murder innocents because you miss you girlfriend. It doesn't work that way!"
"You think I don't know life isn't fair?! I see women, children, beaten, raped and killed every damn day! Some days I don't even feel like getting out of bed in the morning! Sh-she was the one person – one – who made it bearable, meaningful! You think you can deal with the things I see on a daily basis?!" She fell back into her chair in another mess. "I can't stand this! I know y-you didn't mean to give me false hope, but I just can't stand this. Why can't you three do anything? You said you were powerful, prophesized even..." she sighed. "But I know it's a lot to ask. Is there anything you can do to let me say goodbye, at all? I don't care h-how long I have..."
"We said we were witches, not miracle workers," Paige said. "There is dark magic we could do, but we're light witches, so we would never do it. Even if we did, she wouldn't be the same person."
"You're too caught up in your grief to talk to her ghost. The Elders would never allow it," said Phoebe.
"The only way you'll be able to say goodbye is the mortal way," Piper hurried to say, so Olivia didn't convince them to do the dark magic spell. "She's had a funeral already, right? Go visit her headstone."
She nodded, wiping her eyes. "Any closer to getting rid of Zapata? I'm not going to ask you for dark magic, but it is nice to know it's possible, even if you can't do it."
"We were busy trying to get Alex back," Phoebe explained. "But he should be very easy to vanquish. He's low level, scum in demon terms. That's why he's resorted to mortal methods of killing."
"We'll have to brew the potion when we get back," Piper murmured to her sisters, thoughtfully.
She nodded, looking to Paige. "Can you take me to...there? I know that's how you saved me from that car. Please?"
"Yeah, of course," Paige said.
Olivia stood, leaving her badge and gun behind. "Okay, so how do I do this?"
"We should do this somewhere privately," Paige said and leaded her sisters out of the room, to where they had arrived.
Olivia followed them.
"Grab Piper's hand," Paige instructed as entwined fingers with her sisters. Piper grabbed Olivia's hand. "Don't puke, okay? These shoes are new."
She rolled her eyes. "Great."
White and blue orbs of light surrounded their vision and there was a lurch in their stomachs—although not as violent a lurch for the Charmed Ones than Olivia—and then they were there. The sisters stepped back politely, leaving her alone with the gravestone.
Olivia stepped up tracing Alex's name, before collapsing in front of it into a ball.
Suddenly, Olivia was gasping and her form was hunched forward. The Charmed Ones ran to her side instantly. Olivia fell into Phoebe's arms, red blood blossoming on her shirt like a flower.
"What happened?!" Paige yelled, her hands hovering over Olivia's body in a desperate attempt to heal her, even though she knew she couldn't without the help of Leo.
"She was shot," Piper whispered. "Paige, it's not a magical wound...you can't save her."
The Charmed Ones surrounded her form, watching as her she took her last breath and her eyes glazed over.
At some point, one of them closed her eyes and another dialed 911. The ambulance arrived shortly and they solemnly answered the police's unconcerned questions—they got this type of thing a lot—as the paramedics loaded her body onto the stretched and into the ambulance.
Phoebe sighed. "What the hell happened? How did we not see it?"
"You don't see everything, Phoebe," Piper soothed.
"I don't mean magically!" she snapped. "How did we not see who shot her?!"
Author's Note: What do you think? And yes, this will mainly be an AO fic down the road...
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Liv-x-Lex4Ever & That70sShowLova