This isn't a very long story, only a few chapters. Takes place around the newest series. It all done and typed up so updates will be posted as soon as I get some reviews. Hint hint.
Summary: Years of Elliot holding back on his temper finally come to a stand still. After a huge row with Kathy, who tells Elliot she and all the children are moving to France, Elliot is left angry and alone. When he is then told that his entire family have been killed in a car accident on the way to the airport, his world is turned upside down. He's beside himself with grief and guilt. But that guilt quickly turns to anger, anger that is fueld by alcohol and an even darker anger that is pointed at someone who would never have imagined what her partner's anger was really capable of.
WARNING: This is a total Elliot is an drunken ass story. Don't read if you don't like it. We all know Elliot would never really hurt Olivia in the show but you all have to admit the man has sometimes come close to looking like he would, plus this is fan fiction, anything can happen. Sorry if this story offends some people but I'm going to try and keep Elliot in character as much as I can except for the whole violence towards Olivia thing.
Disclaimer: Not mine. They all belong to Dick Wolf.
Elliot stood back, silent, watching as the last coffin was lowered down. It was Kathy's, in with her was little Eli. Elliot couldn't bare the thought of putting his youngest in a coffin all alone. After all, Eli had never liked the dark.
As he watched he didn't cry, not one tear. He'd already lost his family so what was there to cry for, crying wouldn't bring them back. He couldn't go back in time and stop things from happening. He couldn't bring them back somehow.
He also couldn't help thinking that he couldn't hurt them now. His, not returning home from work most nights and hardly calling or seeing the kids couldn't affect them anymore. His broken promises couldn't be made anymore.
He wasn't about to cry, but he wasn't about to stick around either. He dropped the dirt in his hand down onto the coffin, the sound of it hitting the wood sent shivers up his spine. Quickly, he turned on his heels and made his way through the crowd of family and friends behind him.
As he walked he didn't look up because truth was he didn't want to see where he was going, he had nowhere to go. His family was gone.
As he continued walking the thunder began to crack in the sky, the rain to fall and the lightening followed.
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Elliot was sat in his cold, quiet apartment. He was sat with only the lamp light beside him. In his hand he had a glass of whiskey and the practically empty bottle sat on the coffee table in front of him.
He looked up when he heard a knock, but quickly looked back down, deciding he didn't want visitors. However, when another knock followed he pushed himself up, the huge amount of alcohol in his system making him sway and stager.
He made his way slowly over to the door. Finally he opened it. "What?" he said to his partner, who now stood in front of him.
"I came to see how you were." Olivia said. She knew today had been the day of the funeral and the fact he was still in his shirt and black trousers only made the whole sad day more real. "El…" she began.
"Whatever you have to say, I don't wanna hear." he slurred as he turned and tried to slam the door shut.
Olivia caught it and pushed it back open, stepping inside even as he stumbled back over to the couch. Straight away she could see the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, and the empty bottles of alcohol that littered the kitchen.
"I see you've taken up drinking?" she said sarcastically, even if she knew now wasn't the time for it.
"Who are you, my mother?" he slurred as he picked up the bottle from the coffee table and drunk the rest straight from it.
"You think this is gonna help, Elliot? You think this is how your family would want you to carry on?" she scolded.
"Don't you talk about them, you have no right to talk about them!" he barked, pointing his finger angrily at her.
"And you think losing them gives you the right to drink yourself to death. Elliot, you forget, I know what alcohol can do to a person and how quickly it can take over them." she said as she walked over to him, "Please, don't let it take over you." she said as she stroked his arm, trying to comfort him.
He simply slapped her hand away. "I don't need your pity." he said walking around her and into the kitchen.
"I do not pity you El, I'm worried about you." she said truthfully.
"Well I don't need you to worry about me either!" he yelled, "I just need you to get lost and leave me alone."
"So you can continue getting drunk?"
"Get out!" he yelled.
"Elliot, you need to talk to someone, Huang."
"I'm not crazy!" he yelled at her.
It was beginning to piss her off the way he kept yelling at her. "No one is saying that, Elliot. We are all just worried about you."
"You're talking about me?" he asked, glaring at her.
"We're your friends. We're worried about you."
"You're not worried about me you just want me to come back to work. What's the matter, Liv? Can't cope by yourself?"
"Oh Elliot grow up. This isn't about me it's about you…"
"Not about you. It's your god damn fault all this happened!" he yelled even louder as he slowly walked towards her, getting closer and closer.
"My fault?" she asked, shocked and hurt.
"Kathy always knew about you. You were the reason our marriage fell apart," he was right in front of her now and still moving, giving her no other option but to move backwards. "You are the reason my kids hated me," he said as Olivia backed up right into a wall, "You are the reason my baby hardly knows me and will never know me!" he yelled right in her face, punching the wall right next to her face.
Olivia flinched but stayed silent for a second, trying to push everything he had just said to her out of her head.
"Truth hurts doesn't it?" he smirked.
As tears filled her eyes she couldn't take anymore of him. She pushed him back and tried to side step him, but he quickly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall. It hurt like hell but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing it. Instead she tried to push him away again.
"Move!" she insisted as she continued trying to push him away from her, the alcohol on his breath was sending her dizzy. "Elliot back off!" she yelled as she used her whole body to push him back, managing to, but not enough to be able to get away from him.
Once more he quickly pushed her back against the wall, this time grabbing her wrists and pinning them on the wall next to her shoulders, causing her unnecessary discomfort.
This time she couldn't hold the look of pain in and a whimper escaped her lips. The look of satisfaction on his face made her want to throw up. Drunk or not this wasn't the Elliot she knew.
"Isn't this how you always wanted me?" he asked, his face right in hers, making her turn to the side so she didn't have to look at him. Elliot wasn't impressed. He wanted her looking at him so she knew just how serious he was being.
Using a new tactic he pressed his entire body against hers. Olivia couldn't help but look at him as she felt him against her thigh. The sickening evidence of how much he was enjoying this made her tears begin to fall.
"El, get off me, please." she begged, not caring if she sounded desperate, she just wanted him away from her.
Elliot glared at her for a moment, his eyes checking out every inch of the seriousness and fear on her face. Without giving it a second thought he crashed his lips down on hers. It was a hard kiss. One that clearly showed him marking what he thought was his to mark.
As he pulled away he let go of her and moved to stand by the kitchen cabinet, picking up another bottle of whiskey, Olivia didn't even notice it was empty, she just quickly pushed herself away from the wall and walked over to the door.
She'd just put her hand on the door handle when she felt a hard sharp pain in her head. The sound on breaking glass was deafening. She was out in seconds. Elliot dropped the rest of the bottle just in time to catch her in his arms. He then quickly scooped her up.
"Sorry about that." he said with a smirk, "Sort of." he laughed….
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