Unfortunate Events: An SVU Fanfiction (The Sequel)

Choices

Olivia's POV:

I flipped her over and saw her baby bump had popped. She starts screaming. I hold her head in place. I hear sirens and helicopters near. I tell my wife to hold on. Soon I start to feel a little woozy.

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I wake up in a hospital room. I look around and try to get up. A nurse walks in and tries to stop me. 

"I NEED TO SEE MY WIFE! You're not stopping me."

"Ma'am you need to lie down. You just got that cut on your leg treated."

"I don't care. I need to see my wife."

"Okay is your wife Monique Jeffries-Benson?"

"Yes."

"Okay, she needs surgery. You are her next of kin. Her mother may not make it she is in a coma. She may never get up. So since there is another life. You have to choose. If we save the baby she will die. If we save her, the baby will die. If we don't get her in an OR they both will die. So in other words. You have to choose. Your wife or your baby boy?"

I sit there for a few seconds.

"I know she would want you to save the baby. But we can always try again, save her."

"Yes. Our gynecologist will try her best to repair her reproductive organs. GET HER IN OR 2 NOW!"

I wait hours as they do the surgery. I know when she wakes up she will kill me for choosing her over the baby. I notice that we didn't make it out of New York. Because hours later Melinda comes in along with Fin. 

"Liv. Are you okay?"

I look at her in distraught. Tears flowing.

"They just made me choose between my wife and child. I - am - not -okay."

Fin steps up and say's

"The plane was shot down. They knew we were sending two detectives over undercover."

I just sit there in silence for hours as Mel and Fin visit Jean. Thinking about if my wife will make it. A doctor finally walks in. I brace myself for the worst. 

"We were able to save your wife. She may be able to have kids again. We were also able to save the baby. But the chances of him surviving are very thin. We're saying 10 to 90% chance."

"Okay, when can I see her?"

"She's awake so you can see her."

They roll me two rooms down. She's laying there on her back. I roll myself near her. I grab her hand. She turns her head and smiles.

"I really don't have any luck, do I. I've been kidnapped and now a plane crash. What's next?"

I smile back. Not so long after our short reunion, a nurse rolls in our premature baby boy. He's hooked up to different lines and wires. They are able to place him carefully in Monique's arms. He is so tiny. The doctor then tells us that his heart has murmurs and has only a few more minutes. Monique starts crying uncontrollably. I can't do much but comfort her at this moment. I place my finger in his tiny hand. He suddenly flatlines. Mo strokes his tiny little head one more time. 

"Bye baby boy, I'm sorry. Mommy is sorry."

She says between sobs. The nurse carefully takes him away. I try to touch Mo but she yells at me. 

"If you chose him he would still be alive!"

I get up from my wheelchair and limp out. I can't take all of this emotion right now. When I get to my room. I rip out the IV. Look around for my clothes. Spotting them across the room. I limp over and put them on. You may ask. Why are you leaving your wife, you just lost your baby. That's why I want to find you tried to hurt my family. 

Olivia and Moniques House:

Lynn's POV:

I lay in bed. It was my intention to call my mothers, but I'll call them later. When they came home they just packed and said they will be back. I don't think they got the mother thing down yet. Before I could close my eyes the door bursts open. I grab my taser and rush out of my room. My heart settles when I notice it's just Olivia. She starts scrambling around looking for something. She looks appalling. She is limping and is bruised everywhere. But she is moving like the fastest woman on earth. I stop her. 

"Ma! Stop what is going on? Are you okay?"

She looks at me. Grabs me by the shoulders and slowly enunciates.

"Did - the -phone- ring- when - we -were- gone?"

I think for a few seconds.

"Yeah. I ignored it. You always tell me to ignore the house phone."

"Good girl, Good girl."

"Mom you still aren't telling me what is happening."

"I and your mother's plane crashed. Your mom is in the hospital."

I process what was just said to me.

"Is the baby okay?"

"No. He's not. So is your grandmother." 

Emotions start to rush through me. Before I could muster a word. While still holding my shoulders. She says.

"There are people who want to hurt this family. Before we thought it was the people who were a part of some pedophile ring we were investigating. But it's not."

Staring into my mother's eyes. I cry even harder. I know exactly who is out to hurt us. And trust me he will do everything in his power to get the job done.