A/N: This is for Stevielicious! Very AU: Elliot, Olivia, Casey, Alex, Fin, Kathy and some other characters all attend the same NYC high school. I made them all younger than they are in the show, too, setting this in a more current decade.
DISCLAIMER: SVU and its Characters belong to Dick Wolf. Storyline and dialogue, and narrative belong to TStabler©
Our saga begins :September 9th, 1999. The front steps of St. Mary's Catholic High School. New York, New York
"Wow," Casey Novak said, running her finger along the side of her best friend's cheek "You're getting really good at this, Benson."
Olivia Benson shrugged. "Thanks, I think," she said, raising an eyebrow.
The blonde next to her, Alexandra Cabot, squished the cigarette she'd been smoking under her standard-issue black Mary-Jane shoe. "You shouldn't have to cover bruises and scars with make-up, Olive. You shouldn't be that damn good at it. I swear, when I'm older and become the high-powered child-advocacy attorney I know I'm going to be, that bitch is going down."
"Alex," Olivia said, resisting the urge to chuckle, "You're really a natural blonde. If you're older, than I'm older, and that bitch is no longer abusing a child. You won't be able to do anything." Olivia sighed and ran a finger through her shoulder-length auburn locks. "One more year, and she can't do this anymore."
"I just hope you survive," Alex said, smoothing out her plaid skirt. "Bell's gonna ring. We have French, first period. Who the hell needs to learn French? If anyone in this goddamn country is speaking French, we should just stick them in Mr. Hartford's English class and the rest of us can have forty-five minutes of extra sleep."
Olivia and Casey laughed as they walked through the cathedral-esque doors to the school. They turned down the hall and walked into their French class.
"Ah, bonjour, Olivia, Alex, et Casey. Comment allez-vous?" the withering teacher asked.
Alex and Casey looked befuddled and pursed their lips. Olivia laughed and replied, "Bonjour, Madame Rechaud. Je vais très bien, merci. Alex et Casey, elles ne comprennent pas Français." She and Madame Rechaud, and some of the other students, shared a laugh as the girls found vacant seats. Alex and Casey found two together, but the only other seat, the one left for Olivia, was next to the only boy she could really stand to talk to, and who she had one hell of a secret crush on.
"Hey, Benson," he said with a smile, holding out his hand.
"Hey, Stabler," she replied, giving him a high-five.
"Nice jab at Alex and Casey, and nice shiner. Yeah, I noticed, under the makeup. You're telling me what happened later," he said, narrowing his eyes at her.
Elliot Stabler, Olivia's best "guy-friend," and absolute dream boat, loved when she made everyone look stupid. He was so proud of her intelligence, and her athleticism, and her ability to stay strong and confident despite her shitty home life. He loved her. He'd never tell her though. He was a senior, he had a girlfriend, Olivia was his best friend, and younger. The more he looked at her, the more time he spent with her, though, the more none of that mattered. He looked at her, watched as she bit her bottom lip, and his heart thudded.
Olivia's cell phone buzzed and vibrated in her skirt pocket, and she sneakily checked the message, from Casey. "What's up with the high-five? You're in the 'friend zone', Benson! Get out of it, now. Make your goddamn move!" Olivia chuckled and shot back a message of her own. "Novak, what makes you think I want to be in anything other than the 'friend-zone'? Don't answer that. If he wants me, he'll make a move." She hit send, then quickly typed another one. "He needs to dump the bitch, tell me he loves me and then, ya know, unfreeze hell. Lol. Until then, this 'friend-zone' is nice and comfy, I ain't movin'. It would be amazing, though." She hit send, unaware that that message had accidentally been sent to someone else.
When the bell rang, Olivia got up and left the room to head for her next class but Elliot pulled her down the hall in the opposite direction. "El," she said. "I'm gonna be late!"
"For gym! If you change fast, you'll be fine." He yanked her into an empty classroom and looked at her. His fingers brushed over the concealed bruise under her eye and over her cheek. "What is she doing to you, Liv? What happened this time?"
Olivia tried to control her shuddering from his touch and sighed. "I spilled..."
He didn't let her finish. "She hit you because you spilled something? Jesus, is she ever even sober at all anymore?"
"I don't wanna talk about this right now," she whispered. "We both know it's my fault, anyway, so..."
"Liv, don't you dare! She's insane, she has a problem, and it is not your fault. It's the fault of the man who raped her, and her own fault for not getting help. She's spent the last seventeen years not dealing with it and taking it out on you," he said, running his hand down her arm. "You gotta get out of that house. At least, stay out, go somewhere, until she passes out."
Olivia scoffed. "If I could, El, I would. Casey and Alex have to be home at eleven and I'm not wandering the streets of Manhattan, in this uniform, by myself, until midnight."
"I'll wander them with you," he said. His face was serious, and there was something strange in his eyes.
"Every night? Please, El. Kathy would have a coronary." Olivia folded her arms, ignoring the goosebumps his touch had given her.
Elliot pulled her closer to him. "Liv, you're more important to me than Kathy. If keeping you safe and away from your evil witch of mother pisses her off, than she can date someone who doesn't have a best friend that he would kill or die for."
Olivia's eyes widened and her heart began to pound. She looked into his deep-blue eyes and knew that it wasn't just a crush. She was in love with him.
Elliot noticed this look, and misunderstood.
"Or," Elliot said. "She can come with us. You two don't really get along, this might be a chance to change that. We'll start tonight, okay? I'll ask her, if she says she doesn't want to come then it's just you and me." Elliot kissed Olivia on the cheek that wasn't bruised and left the room, leaving Olivia more confused than she'd ever been in her life, and more in love than she ever wanted to be with Elliot Stabler.
"Where were you?" Alex said as Olivia raced into the gym, unnoticed, in her gym uniform.
"Talking to Stabler. Son of bitch can see right through me, it's fucking annoying," she said, taking her spot on their side of the net.
"Why is this always girls against guys? How fair is that?" Casey said, trying to find a spot on the girls' side where she would never have to hit the ball.
Olivia laughed. "You can't take on a couple of guys in a volleyball game, but you want to be an attorney?"
"I can argue with any man, verbally, and kill them! I don't doubt that," Casey spat back as the boys filed in from the locker room. "But, we can't all be you, Benson. We can't all be just as strong and tough as the....damn he looks good in shorts."
"If you keep staring at Fin, we're gonna lose this game," Alex spat. "Keep your eyes on the ball, Novak!"
Casey turned her head. "Hey, it's not my fault we have gym with the seniors! And if anyone's gonna be drooling it's Little-Miss-Friend-Zone, over there. Check out Stabler, Benson."
Olivia's head turned toward Elliot, and she managed not to drool, but she saw him talking to Kathy. Kathy had her hands on her hips, was shaking her head, pointing at him, and clearly saying something that was making Elliot angry. The coach blew the whistle and Kathy ran over to the girls' side, gave Olivia a harsh, evil glare and stood, ready to play. Fin served and the ball flew over the net. Kathy spiked it right at Olivia. Luckily she was fast, and she moved.
"What the hell, Malone? You're supposed to get the ball over the net! Has the bleach finally dissolved your brain?" Olivia asked, picking up the ball.
The coach blew the whistle again, and said, "Kathy, twenty laps for that! Go."
"This isn't over, bitch. You stay the hell away from Elliot, or I swear to God, I will make your life hell. I will make his life hell. He's mine, and both my parents are around and sober enough to approve." Kathy shoved Olivia and took a step back, laughing.
Olivia leaped and lunged at her, as she turned to run her laps, but Alex, Casey and two other girls had to hold her back. They were still struggling because Olivia was stronger. "Let me go! I'm not gonna hurt her, I'm just gonna kill her!"
Elliot ran over and stepped in front of her. "Liv, let it go. Okay? She's...she's not worth it."
Olivia looked up into his baby-blues as she panted, trying to catch her breath, as her friends let her go. "Apparently, she's worth something to you. Forget the walks, Elliot. Just...forget it, forget me, go hang out at whatever preppy party Barbie wants you to go to, and leave me alone." She walked away, punching the ball back over the net, making it fly.
The coach blew the whistle. "Point for the girls," he said, as Olivia kicked the door to the locker room open and punched a few of the red, metal containers, refusing to cry. "Great first day back this is turning out to be."
"Okay, so what's the game plan for dating a senior?" Casey asked. "Fin needs to ask me out, how do I make that happen?"
Olivia looked up at her redheaded friend. "Try going over there and saying, 'Hi, I'm Casey,' so he knows you exist. That's a start."
"Hey, Benson, Stabler's his friend, right?" Alex asked, slamming her locker shut.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "I am not asking Elliot to play matchmaker! Besides, we, uh, aren't really talking, right now."
"Come on, please? Just tell him that I think Fin is hot and see what he says," Casey pleaded.
"Fine, but I'm not making promises. I'm not asking him for Fin's number. I'm not telling him to tell Fin anything. We are not in fifth grade!" Olivia slammed her own locker shut and as the girls walked down the corridor they passed Elliot and Kathy. Kathy was shoving her tongue into Elliot's mouth, and he didn't actually look like a willing participant. He was struggling to get her off of him.
"That's disgusting," Alex said, loudly. "Get a room. Or a couple of brains. No one wants to see that shit."
Elliot caught Olivia's eyes. The hurt and slight jealousy he found in them both scared him and relieved him. It meant she didn't really want to stay in the friend-zone after all.
Olivia's eyes remained locked on his. "Come on," she said to the girls, without looking at them. "Let's just go. They're not worth it, Alex."
"Okay, it's ten-thirty, Benson. We gotta go, honey. I'm sorry," Alex said, rising out of her chair in the coffee shop. "We're not leaving you out here alone, Olive. Come on."
Casey got up, too, and nodded. "Yeah, Benson. Maybe she didn't drink that much tonight. We'll walk you home."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "She drank. You both know she drank," she said, throwing down a twenty-dollar-bill. They walked out and started to head toward Olivia's apartment, unaware of the silver pick-up truck following them.
"Changing the subject! So, Benson, what is stopping you from taking the bull by the horns and having your way with Stabler?" Alex asked, puffing on a cigarette.
"What?" Olivia scoffed. "You need to stop smoking. It's covering your brain with tar," she said. They stopped in front of Olivia's building as they all hesitantly said goodbye. They hugged and Olivia watched Alex and Casey walk further down the street. She sighed and turned, taking a step up into the building, when a voice from behind her stopped her.
"Don't even think about it, Benson."
Olivia turned, slowly, and saw him standing behind her, smirking, with his arms folded. "What are you doing here?"
"I was with you, all night. The pizza place, the bookstore, the coffee shop," he listed. "You girls are fucking boring."
Olivia's eyes widened and she stepped forward. "What is up with you? You're spying on me, all of a sudden? Kathy is gonna kill you."
"I wasn't spying on you, Liv. I was trying to find a moment to talk to you, but Alex and Casey wouldn't leave you alone for five seconds. Kathy isn't gonna kill me, Liv. She doesn't know where I am." Elliot pulled Olivia off of the step and began leading her to his truck.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "She'll kill you when she finds out, dumbass. You don't know what she..."
"Said to you in gym class? Yeah I do, Liv. She said the same thing to me before she assaulted me in the hallway. That's what you walked in on," he explained, opening the passenger door for her. "Get in."
Olivia did, without asking where they were going. She trusted him implicitly. "And yet, here you are, with me, when she told you to stay the hell away from me. Why?"
"You still don't get it, do you?" he asked as he started the car and drove away. "Liv, if I have to choose between you and Kathy," he paused and looked into her eyes. "I will always choose you."
"I think you've taken one too many pot-shots on that football field," she said, raising her eyebrow. "That's like choosing a can of a Spam over filet mignon."
"Liv, that self-deprecating needs to stop." He chuckled as he pulled down his street.
"You've been with Kathy for as long as I've known you, El. She's, like, perfect. Except, she's a giant, mouth-breathing bitch. But, you love her and you can't throw it away because I'm afraid to be home while my mother's conscious. Just take me home, I'll hit her back this time. Take me home."
"I am." They pulled in front of Elliot's building, and he unbuckled his seatbelt. He leaned over and smirked at her. "I never said l loved Kathy, Liv. She's cute, okay, and for the first year she was nice. But, there was someone else. There has been someone else that I've been eyeing for three years, and because I thought she didn't want anything more than the friendly, brother-sister, unbreakable relationship we have, I stayed with Kathy to make it easier on myself. I have a very strong fear of her rejection."
Olivia's heart cracked. Who the hell was this other girl who had an impossibly powerful connection with Elliot? How hard would it be to kill her and hide the body? "El, uh, if this girl, who I'm going to have to meet, and then choke to death, has any sense, or eyesight, she won't reject you," she said, quietly, as she got out of the truck.
Elliot's heart gave a happy hop as he, too, exited the vehicle and walked Olivia up to his door. "She has a lot of sense, and perfect vision. I'll introduce you, but you have to promise not to choke her," he said with a smirk.
Olivia chuckled. "Okay, I won't choke her. There are several other ways to kill a person with your bare hands."
"You're gonna make one hell of a cop, Benson." He unlocked the door and ushered her inside. "Okay, you ready to meet her?"
"What? She's here?" Olivia asked. Elliot nodded and grabbed her hand. Then he pulled her into his bedroom. "I don't really need to meet her if she's in your bedroom, El. I really don't think this is a good idea."
He laughed as he turned her around to face the mirror. "Liv, meet the girl I'm in love with," he whispered into her ear.
Olivia's heart stopped. "Say again?"
He spun her around and smiled at her. "How can you possibly think that, as close as we are, I don't love you, Liv? I do. I love you." He leaned in, closer, and she froze.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a rushed whisper, jerking slightly and backing up into his dresser.
"Making a move," he quipped. "Taking us out of the 'friend-zone' and into something that, I hope, will be amazing." He brushed his lips against hers. "Isn't that what you want, Liv?"
"Holy shit," she muttered. "How did you...I didn't mean to send that to you."
"I know, but I'm glad you did. You gave me the kick in the ass I needed to dump the bitch and tell you I love you," he said, caressing her arms lightly. "You don't need to say it, Liv. But, I'm gonna kiss you..."
"I love you." It came out softly, sweetly, like one of their Friday confessions in the chapel.
Elliot smiled, and pressed his lips to hers, lightly. He slowly moved along her jawline, down her neck, and back up to her lips. He licked her bottom lip and she knew what he wanted, so she gave it to him. Their kiss deepened. It was slow, passionate. Emotions ran through their systems and their hearts were pounding a hard rhythm. As he cupped her face, he felt a tear run down her cheek. He pulled away, shocked and stunned, both from the kiss and her tears.
"Why?" he asked as he thumbed away her tear. "God, you're too beautiful to cry."
Olivia sniffled and smiled. "I just, um, that kiss. El, I felt..."
"Everything. I know, me too." He brushed his lips over hers again.
"I've never actually felt loved before, El, and I guess," she paused, trying to find words that wouldn't make her sound weak or too pathetic. "I cried," she said, setlling on admitting it, rather than defending it.
"Liv," he said, "You're not gonna cry every time I kiss you are you? You'll flood my apartment and I don't have insurance for that," he joked, trying to cheer her up.
She laughed. "No, El. I'm done crying." She ran her hands through his hair and pressed her lips to his again. He smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her as he, once again, deepened the kiss.
Outside, in a red corvette, someone watching their silhouettes was now very angry and very sure that revenge was absolutely necessary. He just wasn't sure how to get it.
A/N: This was a chapter for set-ups. The story will be in-depth and each person has their own arch. There's a lot of Liv and El. Reviews are awesome! =)