Alaskan Nights (A Law and Order: SVU fanfic)

Ch.13

A/N: sorry it took so long. Enjoy!

The rain wouldn't stop. Lines upon lines of heavy rain continuously fell with no goal of ending in the near future. Flashes of lightning painted the sky pale blue and the thunder was incessant. And damn was it cold. His clothes were wet and stuck to his form, water only dripped off of him now, it didn't seep into his clothing, no there wasn't any more space.
The cab driver had told him that he'd be back in less than a minute but it had been ten and there was no sign of him. The image of Olivia possibly wrapped in a warm blanket in front of a fireplace in a cottage on #23 halibut road was the only thing which offered him a slither of sanity at this point. He was tired. Tired of a life without her.
Relief flooded over him as headlights came into view. A black town car pulled up beside him and a hefty man jumped out, trying but ceasing to function to cover himself from the rain.

"Sorry, it took so long, the rain is crazy!" He spoke.
"It's okay," Elliot reassured. The driver motioned toward his drenched duffel bag before hoisting it onto his back and making another run to his car.

"Come on! We don't have all night!"

Elliot took a breath of the cool, unpolluted, Sitka air before making a mad dash to the waiting car. God, he hoped he was doing the right thing.

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"We need to take him to the hospital!" Olivia shouted as her son continued to scream from Rebecca's arms. His voice was raw and pain-filled and his face was blood red. His arms were covering his ears and the tears didn't seem to want to stop.

"Olivia, he's fine, the doctor said it's normal if they experience a little discomfort here and there!"

"He's bawling his eyes out and cupping his ears... I'm not a doctor but I think he's not  fine!"
The russet haired boy pulled one hand from his ear and attempted to pull off the contraption causing him this pain.

"Nope," Rebecca said.

She repeatedly placed kisses on his curls while inching closer towards his mother, who her self was crying. "See," Rebecca whispered moving Quinn's locks out of his face, "He is okay... It's just that his ears aren't accustomed to hearing the rain so loudly and with all the thunder and lightning...he just needs time to adjust, okay Liv?"

"Okay." She held her arms out for her baby boy as Rebecca slid him over to her. He let out a small whimper but she wrapped her arms around him, assuring him of his safety. "A little rain isn't gonna scare my big boy." She whispered into his hair.

Rebecca was already at the door, with her boots on and her hair hanging mostly tucked into her beanie," I gotta get home to my potentially screaming Cara, but we're still on for Dr. Fong and the grocery store."
"Why am I wasting money for him to tell me what all the other doctors have told me, 'I'm sorry but there're no other alternatives.'"

"Doesn't hurt to try!" Rebecca shouted as the door closed.
"It hurts my bank account." Olivia failed to shout back.

Olivia looked down to see that her son was now barely awake, his eyes as bright as the day he was born, bottle green, littered with spots of black glinting in almost any light. Cheeks and lips just as rosy and the facial expression she knew only one other person to bear.
"Guess it's just you and me tonight bubba," she cooed placing a warm kiss into his bed of curls.

The drum of the rain against the roof intensified. The echo envelope the air in sound forcing all others out. She felt his grip on her sweater tighten at the new bow of thunder and lightning. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the darkened room. Quinn let outcry at the timely thunder.
"Okay," Olivia whispered slipping off his aids. "You don't need to hear that, aunty doesn't have to know."
"Let's go to sleep,"

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It was 9:56 pm and it was finally dark. He was happy to finally be in bed, warm but he couldn't fall asleep. The annoyance that was sirens and horns and argument through thin walls he had grown to love and he couldn't seem to sleep without them. His life was always chaotic, vibrant and teeming with welcomed energy but, Sitka was the polar opposite. He counted his heartbeats. 112 or so per minute. He was relaxed.
The only distraction was the rain. It hadn't stopped the entire time on the drive over here, or during his bathe or his phone call to Maureen to let her know he was okay. It filled his head with noise. Much needed noise.

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Same old same old 

"I'm giving you six months Olivia... You need this transplant or you're gonna--"

"Die. I get it."

She'd seen that facial expression enough to paint it from memory-- furrowed brow, confused eyes, mouth gaped open. She'd made a promise. She was not going to break it.

"I think he'd rather have his mother for most of his life rather than five months, Liv."

"I'm fine." She whispered placing Quinn into the cart seat. She eased off his parka and plopped it into the cart before speeding ahead of Rebecca into the grocery.

"Of course you are, clearly not dying," Rebecca replied with a ting of sass, pulling out a cart if her own.

A/N: all of this probably makes 0 sense but it will soon. Meets Elliot next chap.
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