Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Forty]

"You didn't have to give us the couch." I sighed, as Elliot and Joseph sat the couch down.

"Elliot told us about the fact that you aren't supposed to lay in certain positions until you are healed all the way, so you could lounge on the couch instead of sleeping in your bed." Bernie smiled.

"Oh, well we can pay you back. I can sleep in my bed." I spoke, as I walked over to the kitchen and I grabbed my purse. I opened my wallet as Bernie walked into the kitchen.

"I can't take your money." She breathed.

"No, you have to Bernie. I feel bad that you just give us so much all the time, and we rarely pay you back."

"Liv, I really just wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to talk to you... about your father and those who shall remain unnamed." She spoke, and I sighed as I leaned against the counter.

"You always have motives, don't you Bernie?" I asked, and she smiled and nodded.

"I'm where Elliot gets it from. Now, how are you feeling about what Cynthia did?" She asked as she leaned on the counter across from me.

"I'm pissed off, to say the least." I sighed.

"I can completely understand that. Something about her has changed completely. She would have never done that if Marge was still around." She replied, and I frowned as I straightened my back and walked towards the living room. I know that I can't avoid thinking and talking about my mother for the rest of my life, but it's hard still to think that if she hadn't died, none of this would've happened... well other than marrying the love of my life.

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I went in once a week for a check-up, and then I went and checked on my father. I blacklisted Cynthia and Serena from seeing him, and if they were to show up or if they were to try and call him a nurse would contact me.

I was trying to keep my father away from the lying and hurt that comes with Serena and Cynthia. For some reason, even if I had been with Serena longer than Cynthia has been, I never got that lying trait that hurt my whole family.

"So, do I have enough?" My father asked, as I sat next to his bed and went through his mail with him. I also got a letter from his insurance company and found out that he is only going to get a small portion of his full bill paid.

"Dad-"

"Don't lie to me Liv." He sighed.

"Not even close. It's going to take you forever to pay this all off." I sighed.

"Well, maybe I should've died." He huffed.

"Then I would have to pay it, thanks a lot." I laughed. My father smiled a bit as he reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I'll figure this all out. I know that your mother had a nest egg just for things like this. She was always prepared."

"Yeah, she was." I breathed. I wiped a tear from my cheek before sitting the papers to the side.

"I have to get going, Dad. El is picking me up since I'm still on some pain medication. I'll see you next week, alright?" I mused, and he nodded.

"Alright, call me a few more times this week, alright? I miss seeing you every day." He breathed. I stood and leaned down to kiss his cheek. I smiled as I stood back up.

"I promise, Dad. I love you."

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After I was fully recovered, I was allowed to go back to work but was only allowed to lift 50 pounds for another two weeks. Elliot and I were bringing in enough money to start furnishing our house and we started to save more each week to prepare for getting an actual house that has a yard and stuff and to make sure we had a nest egg like my mother did. We had set rules in our marriage, and one was not to have a baby until at least our fifth anniversary so we aren't caught off guard and not be able to afford it all.

But once school started up again,  and my father was released and sent to a recovery center where they could help him take his medicine and focus on not drinking, I had to start facing Cynthia again in school.

"Can I sit here?" Cynthia breathed, as she stood in front of the table I was occupying in the library. I haven't really had a conversation with her since she called me selfish and stupid.

"Are you lying about that?" I asked, bitterly and completely arctic cold.

"I just need a place to sit and study. I'm not lying about that." She breathed. I pushed my books together and stacked them before she sat down across from me. I was reading through a pamphlet on the police academy and trying to get the numbers memorized for when responding to a crime and listening to the scanner.

"When are you joining?" Cynthia whispered.

"January. Elliot and I have to be at the academy for 21 weeks."

"That's really long. But I still have a while left before I graduate." Cynthia sighed.

"Cool," I replied slowly. I leaned my head against my arms for a moment before going back to reading.

"How's dyad?" 

"He's in a facility. He's getting help with the schedule he must maintain for the rest of his life."

"I'd know that. I wouldn't have to ask you if you hadn't blacklisted me." She huffed, and I smiled as I looked at her.

"It's because you lied to Dad about me, Cy. You deserved it, and if you don't get over this whole lying and needy shit, you'll never see him again. I will make sure you'll never see him, ever." I smiled, before packing up my books. I tossed my bag over my shoulder before heading down the stairs just in time for Elliot to start climbing them to find me. He smiled at me as I leaned in for a kiss. Once we parted, he grabbed my hand and we continued down the stairs.

"Ready to go home?" He asked, and I nodded as I looked up to see Cynthia staring at me.

"Yup."

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