Anything to Prove It (George Huang) The Yandere Files



'''This fic contains yandere/obsessive behavior and kidnapping. If that makes you uncomfortable, don’t read. This is an SVU fic so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that it talks about sexual assault.''' ━━━━━━༻♆༺━━━━━━

The first time you met Dr. Huang was when you were nineteen years old. SVU was tracking down a serial rapist on your college campus and, somehow, it led them to you. You had been one of the first rape victims, but you had blocked it out of your mind. The rapist was popular and well-liked in the community, after all, while you were just a mousy freshman with no friends. People already thought you were weird. What would they say if you came forward? No, it was so much easier to just pretend it had never happened.

But the detectives wouldn't let it go and, soon, they had a plethora of victims, all accusing the same person. Even then, you stuck to your guns. That is until you met him - Dr. George Huang. He was so kind to you, so gentle and soft-spoken. For the first time in a very long time, you felt understood and safe. As he slowly broke down your walls, you admitted the abuse that had been done to you and as you cried, he held you in his strong arms, keeping you safe from the cruel world around you.

After the case was closed and your attacker sentences, you knew you'd no longer have any reason to see Huang again. You refused to accept this fact, visiting the precinct every day in order to bring him food and gifts. At first, his coworkers thought it was a sweet gesture from someone who was thankful for his assistance but, after a month passed by with no sign of you stopping, they knew something had to be done.

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon in Autumn and you had been up all night baking a lasagna for him. It was your best work yet and you were so excited for him to taste it, for him to praise you for your efforts. It was going to be perfect. The quickest way to a man's heart was through his stomach, after all. You giggled to yourself as you stepped into the squad room, smiling at Benson. "I'm here to see Dr. Huang."

She exchanged a look with her partner before clearing her throat. "I'll bring you to one of the interview rooms where you can wait for him, okay?"

"Okay!" you chirped happily, unaware of the way everyone looked at you - some with pity, others with disgust. Benson led you to the interview room, the very same one you had been in when this whole situation started, and she told you to make yourself comfortable. You set the dish down in the center of the table before removing your coat and shoulder bag, humming to yourself. Inside the bag were two plates and two sets of silverware which you placed carefully onto the table. You felt around the bag and cursed. 'Damn, I forgot to bring the candles!'

The door creaked open and you glanced over, your expression brightening when Huang entered the room. You rushed over, ready to throw your arms around his neck when he held his hand out to stop you, his expression blank. You slowly lowered your arms, smile slipping from your lips.

"What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," he answered softly, glancing at the table. Despite the serious atmosphere, he still pulled the chair out for you. "Please have a seat, Y/N."

You did as he asked, watching him closely as he brought the other chair around in front of you. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong," he smiled, but even you could tell how forced it was. "I'm really happy that I was able to help you through such a tough time, Y/N, but it's time that you start moving forward. This isn't healthy."

"What... what are you saying?" Tears welled up in your eyes. "Is it because I forgot the candles? Is it the lasagna? I should have asked if you like it first, I'm sorry!" You reached forward to grab his hand. "Please, just tell me what I did wrong and I promise to change!"

He gently clutched your hands, putting them in your lap before pulling away. "This relationship that you've made up for us in your mind is not healthy. I appreciate the things you've done for me, but this has to stop. You have to stop coming here just to see me. Do you understand?"

Your lips parted but no sound escaped, your bottom lip quivering as you lowered your head. It felt like the world was crashing down around you again and there was nothing you could do to stop it. All you could do was sit there and endure just like when that bastard had his way with you. Why were you so powerless? You hated it.

You hated everything.

You hated everyone.

"I know this is hard," Huang spoke softly as if afraid that you would shatter if he raised his voice. "But I also know how strong you are. You'll get over this, I promise you." The chair squeaked as he stood up, pausing by the door before leaving the room.

All you could do was fold into yourself and cry.

━━━━━━༻Three♆Months♆Later༺━━━━━━

Sunlight shined through the curtains, landing across your face. A soft moan passed your lips as you rolled over, coming your head with the warm blanket. Although you didn't want to get out of bed, you had a list of things you needed to get done. With a sigh, you forced yourself up and into the bathroom so you could get ready for the day.

Thirty minutes later, there was a heavy knock on your apartment door.

Curious, you unlatched the lock and pulled it open, peering through the crack. "Oh, hello detective Benson, detective Stabler."

Benson smiled. "Can we come inside?"

"Of course." You stepped back, pulling the door open farther. "What can I do for you?"

"Y/N, have you seen Dr. Huang lately?" Stabler questioned, his eyes scanning the apartment for any sign of anything out of place.

You frowned as you stepped around the island to enter the kitchen where your breakfast sat on the stove, sizzling softly. "No, I haven't. He made it quite clear how he felt..."

Benson exchanged a look with her partner. "I'm sorry to have to bring this up. It must be painful for you."

"It still hurts." You removed the pan, pausing for a moment before giving her a sad smile. "But it's not nearly as painful as it was in the beginning. I didn't get out of bed for two weeks, you know?"

"You seem stronger," she replied with a hint of pride in her tone.

"It was hard but I feel like I needed to hear it." You glanced at Stabler who was watching you with suspicion dancing in his eyes. "Has something happened?"

His brow quirked up. "Why do you ask that? You know something?"

Benson shot him a warning look which he promptly ignored.

"Sorry, I just find it hard to believe that you both came here to check on me and ask if I've seen him."

"You're right." He stepped toward you, invading your personal space. "Dr. Huang is missing and you're our prime suspect."

"Elliot!" Benson squeezed herself between the two of you, forcing him back.

Your eyes widened, hands trembling as you reached out for her coat. "He's... missing ? When? Do you have any leads? Will he be okay? Oh, god, what if he -"

"Calm down, Y/N," Benson told you softly, her hands gripping your shoulders. "We're going to find him. I promise."

You sniffled, rubbing at your teary eyes. "Please find him, detective!"

"We will," she assured you, surprised when you threw yourself into her arms, sobbing into her shirt. She repeated the words, this time more for her own sake than yours. "We will..."

━━━━━━༻Six♆Days♆Later༺━━━━━━

You stepped out of the apartment building, glancing up at the dark sky, the stars invisible behind thick clouds. It had been raining for hours, soaking the city through to its bones, but you didn't mind. It was quite tranquil to you. Despite the late hour, the city was alive with the sounds of honking cars and people yelling at one another, the sounds echoing around the tightly packed tall buildings. These were sounds you had grown up with, blanketing you with familiarity and warmth.

Five blocks from your apartment sat a run-down, abandoned corner store that hadn't been touched since the early '80s. The homeless used to use it as an escape from the bad weather or to just have a place to sleep for the night, but after twenty homeless people were slain there back in 1993, most people chose to avoid it. Some say the place is bad luck, others say it's haunted.

You stepped up to the wooden fence that blocked off the alley beside the store, nudging a loose piece of wood to the side so you could squeeze through it. The alley was honestly foul, covered with rotting trash and various critters enjoying the free buffet. You had to cover your nose with your shirt before you were able to continue on until you reached a small glass window nestled against the base of the wall, completely hidden by the dumpster.

You grunted, using all of your strength to move it inch by painful inch until there was a big enough gap for your body, then you tugged on the brown cord around your neck, pulling a key from beneath your shirt. The key fit the lock next to the window, clicking when you turned it. A black curtain covered the window, lifting slightly when you pushed the glass inward. It took some wiggling before you were able to squeeze through the window, feet echoing when you landed on the dusty concrete before closing and locking the window once more. It was pitch black inside, forcing you to use the light of your phone to see where you were going.

The wooden steps creaked under your weight as you followed them down to the metal door leading to the basement. After unlocking the triple locks, you pushed it open, face being flooded with white light. The room was immaculate, a far cry from the rest of the store, with oak wood flooring and walls the shade of the sky. On the left was a brown couch and on the right was a double bed.

You smiled brightly, closing the door behind you. "Honey, I'm home!" Dropping your bag onto the floor, you rushed over to the bed so you could lie down beside Huang, his ankles and wrists bound tightly to the bed. "Did you miss me, honey?" Your fingers gently danced across his forehead and down his cheek.

His voice was muffled by the brown cloth wrapped tightly around his face, coming out as nothing more than unintelligible grunts and moans.

"I missed you, too!" you giggled, pressing your lips to his forehead. "Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. Those detectives were watching me, can you believe that? That damned Stabler, he accused me of hurting you!"

He moaned again, feeling weak after six days without food or water.

You tugged the cloth from his mouth and smiled. "I bet you're starving, aren't you? I'll get dinner started!" You started to stand up but his hoarse voice made you pause.

"Why are you doing this..."

"Why?" you tilted your head to the side. "Is it not obvious? I love you and I'll do anything to prove it ."

"Anything?" he croaked.

"Anything."

"Then let me go."

"You know I can't do that." You straddled him, pressing your lips to his. "My darling, you belong to me. Only I can give you the love and protection you need. You'll come to realize this soon enough and then I can finally untie you. Trust is earned, okay?"

He closed his eyes and slowly nodded.

You giggled, climbing off of him before making your way to the small kitchen at the back of the room. "Oh, I know! I'll make spaghetti tonight."

All Huang could do was hold onto hope.

Hope that the SVU would locate him.

Hope that you would come to trust him.

Hope that his life would not end like this.