RhymePhile's Rat Race

This was originally posted for the Silver Bells and Gold Shields challenge over at tietuckluv where the wisher requested that Elliot meet an interesting stranger -- who may or may not be a Lee Tergesen character from another show -- on a lonely Christmas Eve.

Unfortunately, my muse took me in a direction that prevented me from identifying who the Lee character was in the description of the story, and thus, hardly anyone knew who the hell I was writing about. I wanted it to be a surprise, but in retrospect I suppose the Homicide: Life on the Street recurring character of Chris Thormann that Lee played back in 1993 was a tad too obscure. You can familiarize yourself with the character here if you feel like it.

Well, here's the story anyway. Enjoy.

( A Christmas Vision, rated R for language )

So after all my teasing, here it is, finally finished. foxxcub my dear, you asked for Elliot and Eddie, and I hope I've come through with your birthday wish. All my best to you today. Read it while you eat your birthday cake.

Special thanks goes out to All-Lee-Lovin', All-The-Time fanfromfla, who was kind enough to remind me about Eddie's marital history when I couldn't remember. Thanks, D.

This one is kinda long -- over 8,500 words. I suppose I was inspired. Or something ;-)

( On to Foxxcub's birthday story, Don't Think, Just Feel, rated NC-17 )

Damn, it's quiet. You never realize how much you rely on the socializing through LiveJournal until you're sitting here waiting for someone to post something just so you know your friends are back from Thanksgiving. Sheesh.

But that's okay; I'm busying myself with writing porn for foxxcub's birthday tomorrow. Hee. It's an Eddie Drake/Elliot Stabler, and I have to say, I'm fairly proud of it thus far. There's 7,196 words to this baby and it's not finished yet. Wanna snippet? 'kay.

The sounds out in the bathroom were louder now when Eddie gripped the back of Elliot's hair and pressed his tongue deep into Elliot's mouth. Elliot kissed him harder, their teeth gnashing together, his lips sucking at Eddie's, thick and wet and hungry.

Whoo, porn! We now return you to your regularly-scheduled after-Thanksgiving boredom.

No, I didn't forget about the snippet prompts! I just couldn't write over the weekend because the cheap-ass air conditioner wall unit in my apartment doesn't reach the computer room. It was too freakin' hot. But now I'm cool and content (albeit in work) and I bring you more.

Anyway, rileyc wanted to see Elliot go back to Confession. This is a little longer than a snippet, but it's directly influenced by Meloni's answer to one of my questions in Ask Chris a few weeks back. And yeah, the prayers and everything in this are accurate. I may not go to Mass every week, but this stuff I know. :-)

***

The wooden pew squeaked loudly as he sat down, the sound echoing through the empty church. Kneeling, he blessed himself.

O Lord, grant me light to see myself as Thou dost see me and the grace to be truly sorry for my sins. O Mary, help me to make a good confession.

The light went out over the door to the Confessional, and an elderly woman slowly exited. He waited a few moments, and then entered.

( Poor Elliot. Good thing the kneelers are padded... )

jameson044 asked to see Elliot and Olivia from Law & Order: SVU watching Oz

***

She sipped at her coffee and sighed. "Stakeouts suck."

Elliot cocked a half-grin and stretched behind the wheel. "I don't mind 'em. Fresh air is good."

She made a face. "But stale coffee isn't," she said, pouring the rest of the cup out the window.

He sniffed at his and did the same.

"Oh, so I meant to tell you," she said, turning to him. "I watched this really crazy TV show last night."

"Since when do you have time to watch TV?"

"I don't...a friend gave it to me on DVD."

"Since when do you have friends?"

( Elliot gets honest about why he likes the show behind the cut )

Based on a prompt over at my second home, tietuckluv, here are a few haikus, or SVUkus, as I like to call them, for Elliot.

Quick hands, repressed rage;
Following in dad's footsteps
Don't like being touched

Basic suit and tie
Hides emotional turmoil
Keeping a brave face

He hurt little kids
The gun wavers in my hand
Use handcuffs instead

Singular mission --
A strong man; a good partner
It is exhausting

Angry. Dark. Temper.
No! A dedicated cop!
They don't understand

Everyone concerned
No one is listening now
I can drink alone

Peeling the label
Barley, yeast, and hops
I can get lost here

Babies get older
Small, holding them in my arms
House is quiet now

I don't talk enough
Spilled my guts to a stranger
She left anyway

Maureen in college;
Kathleen dates; the twins grow up
I'm missing it all

Love, marriage, and kids
I used to have it all planned
Freedom eats at me

Written for write_up100's Weekly Challenge #2 (a week late, gah) in which we're allowed to let Elliot vent. In at 131 words.

***

"She was supposed to let me see them this weekend! We're not even divorced yet and she's already making demands and changing her mind whenever she wants!"

Cragen pulled a chair in front of his detective. "Sit. Calm down."

Stabler collapsed into the chair and put his head into his hands, exhaling loudly. "Sorry, Captain," he mumbled. "It's just that I haven't seen the kids in weeks, and she promised."

"Did you sign the papers yet?"

He shook his head. "They're still sitting on the table in the dining room. I keep thinking there's a way to fix this, but...they must be wondering where I am."

"Elliot," Cragen said, his voice comforting, "your kids love you."

He sighed. "Maybe...maybe I just need to hear it from them once in a while."