Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Seven]

Elliot and I went back to school after the week off, but both of us were both still sick and we walked around like zombies, but we were zombies together. But a week after we got back, Elliot asked me to go to Owen's funeral with him.

"I like your dress." Elliot spoke, as I climbed into his parents' van.

"Thanks, I had to get a dress because I didn't own one, but now I do." I spoke, and Elliot nodded.

"Well it looks nice on you." Elliot spoke, and I blushed a bit as I buckled up my seat belt.

I sat quietly as Elliot's family were completely silent too. They seemed just as upset about the whole Owen thing as Elliot did. Maybe they were closer to being brothers than just friends, but I may never know.

When we pulled up to the church, Elliot got out and walked around to open my door. He helped me out, before handing me a small velvet box.

"What's this?" I asked, and he sighed.

"You're Catholic and you don't even have a cross necklace. It was my mother's. She said it will look better on you, and she got a new one." Elliot spoke, and I smiled softly before opening the box. I took the necklace out before handing it to Elliot. He helped me put it on, before I turned around and quickly kissed his cheek.

"Thanks."

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Owen was described as a ray of sunshine in his parents' lives. He was said to have been funny, smart, kind, caring, and loving. As this was all said, a woman flipped through pictures on a reel, and every time another picture of Elliot and Owen was shown, Elliot gripped my hand a little tighter.

And when Owen's mother finished her eulogy, Elliot stood and buttoned his suit jacket before walking up to the front. Bernie wrapped her arm around my shoulders as she sniffled.

"I'm guessing you all know who I am. I'm the stupid looking boy in more than half of those pictures of Owen, but my parents named me Elliot." Elliot sighed, as he wiped some tears from his cheeks.

People laughed, because I guess by what I heard, Owen would want them to be laughing and celebrating his life, instead of mourning the one they lost.

"My parents met Owen's parents in high school, and Owen and I were born on the same day. He of course was a cute baby, and I on the other hand looked like a potato. But we were friends either way. He is and will always be one of my best friends, just like how my friend Olivia will always be my best friend too." Elliot sighed, as he shifted in his spot. After a few minutes, he started to sob as he thought of his best friend.

I waited for his father or mother to stand and go comfort him, but when I looked at Bernie, she nodded slowly. I stood quickly and walked up the aisle, before reaching Elliot. I grabbed my friend's hand, and drew him close. He clung to me as he sobbed, and somehow managed to walk back to the pew with me.

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After the funeral, Elliot and I walked outside and down the sidewalk. We found a bench and sat on it, as people filed out of the church and to their cars. Elliot had been holding my hand since we sat back down in the pew, and hadn't let go. I leaned back against the bench, and looked down at our hands.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and Elliot nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I'm good." He spoke, and I sighed.

"Don't lie to me, El." I spoke, and he frowned deeply as he looked at me.

"I just never imagined to have a life without Owen. He was going to do everything with me. We promised each other to be each others best man at our weddings." Elliot breathed, and I bit my lip.

"Do you want me to be your best man now? Best woman instead?" I asked, and Elliot laughed.

"Nah, I have other plans for you." He spoke, and I quickly glanced at him, before looking away. He smiled as I blushed, before he leaned over and kissed my cheek softly, but his lips stayed against my skin for a good minute before he pulled away.

I looked at him, and swallowed hard.

"What are your other plans?" I mused, and he shrugged.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

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Elliot didn't execute his plans the next day, nor the next week so I forgot about it. But Elliot couldn't forget about Owen, and I couldn't forget about how Owen's death affected Elliot's life.

Elliot seemed happy, but when we were in gym, or I'd walk past the library window, I'd see him wiping away tears, or slamming his fists against anything close enough to him. I wasn't scared that I might be the next thing he might hit, but I was scared for his overall health. So I called his parents and asked to talk to them while Elliot was at basketball practice.

"Hey, sweetie. How are you?" Bernie asked, as I stood and hugged her as she walked into the library.

"I'm okay. Uh, thanks for coming here. I just really needed to talk to you. Both of you." I spoke, and they both nodded as they sat across from me.

I looked down at my hands, before just blurting it out.

"I think Elliot is hiding what he is feeling. He smiles and acts happy around me, but when I'm not around he punches things and cries. I don't know how he is around you two, or his siblings, but as his friend, I think he needs someone to talk to. Someone who isn't me, or you both. I know that when I went to therapy, it helped so much. Maybe it'll help him." I spoke, as I took a deep breath because I hadn't breathed in at least a minute.

They just stared at me for a moment, before they stood slowly and walked from the room. I looked down at my hands before looking up and seeing Elliot walking towards me, a smile plastered on his lips.

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