Was Blind But Now I See (1/?)

By Lauren Metal


Category: Elliot angst...Olivia/Elliot friendship now, more down the road

Rating: PG for now, R- NC-17 later

Spoilers: nothing yet

Disclaimer: I've never owned any of the characters I'm written about...imagine that!

Author's notes: This is my first story in the SVU fandom...I'm testing the waters so to speak.

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Amazing grace!

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

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He was just a few steps behind her and the instant he went down she knew.

"Jesus El, are you okay?" she swore and stopped, the foot-pursuit forgotten, their suspect disappearing into the night.

It was a question she seemed to ask with great frequency these days. She didn't typically feel the need to mommy him, but lately something was just...off.

"I'm fine, 'Liv," he gasped, struggling to catch his breath, though his answer lacked both the attitude and conviction she'd typically garnered.

But he didn't look fine, sitting on the sidewalk, oblivious to the world around him. His head was down, his face cradled in the palm of his hands as he rocked back and forth, the occasional whimper emanating from between his taut lips.

"You're not," she said, making her way back to him without hesitation, reaching out for him.

"Look at me Elliot," she whispered with a tenderness and compassion she usually reserved for their child victims. "Let me see."

There was no sign of blood on the pale whiteness of his skin and for that she was eternally grateful. Her fingers gently touched his face, smoothing his skin as she searched for any sign of bruises forming below.

But still, nothing.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked, waggling two digits in from of his bluest of blue eyes.

He looked up, shook his head in desperate attempt to focus and looked again.

"Three?" he asked, the word laden with uncertainty. Then, "Two?" he shook his head again. "No, one?"

His voice was a little bit softer, a little more defeated. "Am I right?"

"It was two, Elliot and I think you've got yourself a nice 'lil concussion," she said, the seriousness of his condition beginning to set in. "Tell me where it hurts?"

She continued to touch him, her fingers raking his short hair in search of any sign of tenderness above his creased forehead.

"I didn't hit my head, 'Liv," he cried out, steadying his hand on her arm, needing to feel her close, needing her support.

"I can't....I can't see."

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To be continued...if you want!

Lauren Metal