Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Six]

I was upset when our Christmas break came to an end, and Elliot had to go home. I'd see him the next day at school, but I liked when he stayed with us.

"Make sure you walk Bailey everyday, okay?" Elliot spoke, as we rounded the corner of my neighborhood as we walked back to my house with my new dog.

"I've promised you several times, Elliot. I'll take care of my dog." I smiled, and he nodded. He reached over and took the leash from me and we continued to walk as I shoved my hands into my jacket.

"Gonna miss me not being here every night?" Elliot asked, after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah, kinda. I'm going to have to deal with my parents by myself now." I spoke, and he laughed.

"Your parents are awesome. They got you a dog, which is awesome." He spoke, as he stopped for a moment and started to pet Bailey as she turned her head to look up at us.

"Elliot, don't say anything." I spoke, and he eyed me.

"Wha-" He started, but I stopped him when I quickly hugged him. I held onto him tightly, and after a moment, he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close.

"I had a lot of fun, Elliot. Thanks for everything."

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I was going to go to school the next morning, but in the middle of the night I woke up because my throat hurt and I had a fever. My mom stayed home with me, and at lunch, our phone rang.

"Mom, can you get that?" I whispered, because my throat hurt so bad.

"Of course." She replied, as she stood up from her chair and handed me my tea before grabbing the phone.

"Cragen residence." She answered, before speaking quietly. Eventually she handed me the phone, before going and grabbing her jacket.

"Hello?" I questioned, as I put it to my ear.

"Hey, Olivia. It's Bernie Stabler." She spoke, and I looked at my mother as she grabbed my jacket.

"Is everything okay with Elliot?" I asked, my voice hoarse and shaky.

"I know you are sick sweetie, but he needs you right now."

"What happened?" I asked, as I pulled the blanket off of my body, and walked over and slipped my shoes on.

"We just got a call from his friend's mother, and her son just died..." She trailed off, and that's when I noticed she was crying. I frowned as I looked at my mother.

"Is Elliot..." I couldn't even ask the question because I didn't want to know what happened to Elliot's friend, nor know really how bad Elliot was doing.

"Sweetie, he just needs his friend."

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As we drove to Elliot's house, my mother held my hand. This wasn't something new for me, because I've lost a friend before. But instead of her dying, she was taken from her home and no one knew where she was, and her parents just stopped looking.

"What happened to his friend?" I asked, after I cleared my throat so I could talk properly.

"He had cancer. He fought, but the cancer was too bad." My mother spoke, and I nodded slowly.

"Do you think Elliot got to say goodbye?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"I don't know, honey. But I know that seeing you will help. Just try not to cough on him." She spoke, as she glanced at me.

"I know how not to make my friend sick. I just wish he didn't have to go through this." I whispered, before closing my eyes to try and sleep before we got there.

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Elliot was destructive when he was sad. But he wasn't only sad, he was destroyed. I hated seeing him cry and beat his pillow to the point that you could see where his fist had hit it every time.

"Elliot, I'm sorry about what happened." I whispered, as I shifted on his desk chair.

"He was my best friend! I knew him since I was born!" He sobbed, as he stood and went to his mirror and stared at himself for a moment before slamming his fist into it.

I gasped before standing and running to him.

Elliot held his fist as he sobbed and sank to the floor.

"Oh, Elliot." I whispered, as I sank down next to him. He looked at his fist, and as I looked at it also, I saw bites of the mirror sticking out of his hand.

"Liv, I didn't even get to say goodbye. I knew he was dying, but I didn't do anything about it. I should've went and saw him before he died." Elliot mumbled, as he leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around him, as blood soaked into our clothes.

"But he isn't suffering anymore." I spoke, as I tried to say things I've heard my mother say to the people she works with. I used to have to go to work with her, and I'd sit in the corner and read, and even if I was supposed to be not listening, I was and I heard everything.

"Please don't tell my mom about my hand." He whispered, as he sat up and wiped a tear from his cheek.

"I won't. But I think we could figure out how to clean it up. Come on."

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Elliot got sick from me. So the next week we were both too sick to go to school, but everyday we talked on the phone because he needed a friend and I needed to not think about my friend.

But on Saturday before we got off the phone before bed, Elliot went silent for a few minutes.

"Did you fall asleep?" I asked, but then he sighed.

"You got me sick, and I hate you for that..." He trailed off, and I frowned.

"I'm sorry-"

"But you have been here for me through this whole thing with Owen..." He trailed off again, before he sneezed.

I waited a few moments before he spoke to me.

"I love you, Liv. Thanks for everything. But I gotta go to bed before I fall asleep in the kitchen." He yawned, and I swallowed hard before speaking.

"Love you too, Elliot." I whispered, before we both hung up.

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