Hey everyone! So this is just something I HAD to write after seeing the promo for the next episode. I literally bawled my eyes out for 10 minutes after seeing it.

My heart seriously aches for these two star-crossed lovers. I just hope everything eventually works out for them.

But anyway, I hope you enjoy! (:

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own this and never will. All rights belong to the amazing Shonda Rhimes.


"I can't do it Cy. I can't go to the gala." Fitz said, sitting down into his chair.

"Is it because she's going to be there?" Cyrus asked.

Fitz looked up at him, giving Cyrus the answer he needed.

"Sir, you are the President of the United States. It is your 50th birthday and there is going to be very important people at this thing. You can't just skip it because you're jealous that Liv has moved on."

Fitz took a deep breath and sighed. "I know Cyrus. But...it's just so hard. You don't understand...how much I love her."

Cyrus could tell that Fitz was about to open up to him, so he pulled a chair up to the desk and sat down.

"Go on."

"You're not going to stop me?" Fitz asked, surprised.

"You are my President, my boss...but you are also my friend. So as your friend, I will let you vent and help in any way I can."

Fitz's eyes started to tear up. "Liv is the love of my life. There is nothing I wouldn't do to be with her. When she smiles, it's like...heaven. When she cries, I want to wrap my arms around her and protect her from whatever it is that's troubling her."

"Which is you, most of the time." Cyrus interrupted.

Fitz glared at him. "Right. Sorry. Continue."

"You don't know how much it hurts, not being able to be with the person you love. You don't know how much I want to kill Edison for stealing her away from me."

"You told her you were letting her go. What else was she supposed to do?"

"I understand that, but...God this isn't fair!" he yelled, standing up. "Who says just because I'm the President, that means I can't be happy? Millions of people divorce their wives everyday. Why can't I?"

"Because you have a reputation to uphold. People need to be able to trust you. If you're own wife can't, how can the country?"

"Trust has nothing to do with Mellie and I's marriage. Lack of love, that is the problem. No one knows how big of a...bitch, that woman is. I just want to be happy Cyrus. I want to be with the woman I love and still run this country. Why is that so hard?"

"I don't know sir. I don't know." Cyrus said, quietly.

Cyrus understood completely. His heart went out for his friend. But he knew that there was no way him and Liv could be together if Fitz was the President. The people of the United States would probably try their best to get him out of office. And right now, their country needed Fitzgerald Grant.

"Fitz, may I offer my advice?"

"Of course Cy."

"Wait it out. Go to this gala. Be happy, don't worry about a thing. Yes, you're going to see Olivia there with Edison. You're probably going to see them canoodling. But don't let it phase you. Talk to her if you want. Tell her you still care about her. After tonight, and for the next couple years, you're going to continue to be an amazing President. Once election time comes, and if you tell anyone I said this I will vehemently deny it, you're going to try your best to lose. As much as I know this country needs you for another term, you're my friend and I want you to be happy. Once you lose the election, you can divorce Mellie and be able to be with the woman you love."

"What if she's moved on by then? What if she marries Edison? What if...she doesn't love me anymore?"

"Then...you move on. You'll be a semi-free man."

Fitz sighed. "Thank you Cyrus. I know how you probably don't approve of my feelings, but...thank you."

"You are an amazing President. But you're an even better friend. And that takes residence over anything. Now...go get cleaned up. You have a gala in your honor to attend."


"Liv? You ready?" Edison yelled to Olivia, who was in the bathroom.

She walked out, dressed to the nines.

"God, you're so beautiful."

"Why thank you." she said, as she walked over to him and kissed him.

"Are you sure about this gala?" he asked her, noticing how nervous she was when she first heard about it.

"Uhh, yeah. I'll be fine. What about you? No strong urges to sucker punch the President?"

He laughed. "As tempting as that sounds, no. I'm going to be a perfect gentleman."

"Well let us get going then."


"They're here." Cyrus whispered into Fitz's ear.

Fitz took a deep breath. "Bring them in."

Cyrus went over, opening the door.

"Liv! Great to see you. You look amazing as usual."

She laughed as they hugged. "Thank you Cyrus."

"Senator Davis. Nice to see you again."

"You as well Cyrus."

They all walked into the room, when Olivia saw him. Blue eyes met brown as he smiled at her, not being able to control his urge to take her right then and there.

Cyrus noticed the little moment they had going, so he began talking to Edison to distract him.

Olivia slowly walked over to Fitz, nervous as ever.

"Mr. President." she said.

"Ms. Pope." he replied, as they stood there and stared at each other.

"Happy birthday."

"Thank you. I'm...glad you came."

"Wouldn't miss it."

He stepped closer to her as he whispered "You look absolutely stunning."

She smiled. "Thank you. You look rather dashing as well."

"Nah. I look like a beggar compared to you."

She smiled once again, but inside her heart was breaking. She wanted this man so badly, but just two weeks ago, he told her he was letting her go.

"You can stop with the compliments now."

"Why would I do that?" he asked, seductively.

"Because you said you were letting me go."

"Yeah well...I believe that's damn near impossible."

She put her head down just as he brought it back up with his index finger.

"I love you." he whispered.

She slowly backed away from him. "I can't."

"Right. Edison."

"It's not just because of him. It's..."

"It's what? Livvie, tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"It's...Mellie."

"Mellie?" he asked, surprised.

"Hello Fitz." he heard, as he turned around.

"Mellie. Hi."

He turned around to say something to Olivia, but she was already gone, walking over to her boyfriend.

"What did I tell you Fitz?"

He looked over and saw her kiss him, the sight almost making him sick.

"Fitz, I'm talking to you."

"Save it." he said, as he walked away.

She looked over and saw what made Fitz so angry. She smiled, happy that Olivia was finally moving on.


*clink clink clink* The sound of a spoon being struck against a glass rang out.

"Welcome everyone. Thank you for coming. A man's 50th birthday is supposed to be special. And what's more special for Fitz than being surrounded by his closest friends?" Mellie said.

Everyone raised their glasses.

"Fitz, we love you...some more than others." she said, discreetly looking at Olivia. "But we're all here, helping you celebrate this special time for you. Happy birthday President Fitzgerald Grant!"

"Happy birthday!" everyone yelled in unison as they raised their glasses once more.

"Anyone else want to say anything?" Mellie asked, looking around the table.

"Cyrus? What about you Olivia?"

Olivia panicked. "I...don't have anything prepared."

"That's okay. Just speak from the heart."

"God she's such a bitch." Fitz thought.

"What a bitch." Olivia thought as well.

"Um, okay." she said, standing up.

Cyrus and Fitz looked at each other. This should be interesting.

She cleared her throat as she began. "Um, well...Fitz, you are an amazing President and an even better friend. In all the years I have known you, you have been there for me countless times."

"She sure has." Mellie thought.

"We have had our ups and downs. Everyone knows how stubborn I can be."

Everyone laughed, except for Fitz, who just sat there motionless.

"But...we always find our way back to each other...as friends, I mean. So...happy birthday Fitz!" she said, as everyone raised their glasses and she sat down.

She threw back what was left of her drink. This was going to be a long night.


The gala was finally over. Everyone had left, except for Olivia, Edison, Cyrus, Mellie, and Fitz.

Fitz looked around for Olivia, when he spotted her once again with Edison.

He sighed, getting extremely jealous and angry.

"Cyrus, I'm ready to leave."

"But sir, it's only ten o'clock."

"Cy, I am ready to leave."

Cyrus looked over and saw what had Fitz so anxious to get out of there.

"Got ya. Let me call the limo up front."

"Mellie, are you leaving with me?"

"Of course, Fitz. We can't be seen leaving separately. Imagine what the press would say."

"Who gives a damn about the press?" He thought.

"The limo is ready. I'm going to go say bye to Olivia." Cyrus told him. "Would you like to...?"

"No. I'm going to head out to the limo." he said.

He walked outside, as the press and people of Washington D.C. surrounded the area. He put on a fake smile and waved to his people, as he walked over to the limo.

Tom opened the door for him, as he waved one last time to the crowd.

That's when the shot rang out. Suddenly, Fitz was on the ground, as people all around him were screaming. Several secret service men tried looking for the shooter, but came to no avail. Tom and Hal were over top of the President, covering his wound and dialing 911.

As Fitz lay on the ground bleeding out, only one thought came to his mind.

"Olivia."


So this was supposed to be a one-shot, but if I get enough reviews, I might continue? Who knows.

Hope you all enjoyed it.

Also, if anyone is interested in gossiping about the show with me, PM or review, it doesn't matter. I'm 17 and no one I know watches it and I would really like to talk about it with other people who love it just as much as me.

Thanks! (: