Title: Battle Lost. War still undecided.
Author: Farrah
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own the great show we all know as Scandal; I sure do wish I did though.
Summary: AU halfway through 1x01. Olivia had gotten away. Fitz couldn't accept it. Will he finally let her go once their relationship seems to have no hope or will he fight the good fight for both of them?
A/N: This is my first Scandal fanfic, so please bear with me. I primarily write for Grey's Anatomy but have lost all will to do so any further. Maybe writing here will get the creative synapses firing.
I have to say I hate cheaters but jeez Shonda Rhimes makes it so hard to hate Olivia and Fitz, hence me writing a fic about the two. I must admit I'm not sure about the pairing in the end because come on, he is the POTUS after all, there can't be a way for them to be together, can there? I can't wait for season 2!
This story takes place after Olivia and Stephen get the ambassador's baby back from the Russians. They all met Quinn (made her even more confused as to the job) and left for the night as they had all been up for the better part of the last 3 days dealing with the baby snatching debacle. Stephen and Olivia stayed behind to clear up some loose ends and it is now a little after 2am. This is my take on what ensues after.
Chapter 1:
"Stephen stop stalling and buy the damn ring" Olivia admonished as they reached the parking lot walking toward their cars.
"I will. I was working. It's been a busy week." Stephen replied lamely, spying a man out of the corner of his eye but not paying much attention
"You'll always be working. She's the first decent girl you've been with in years Stephen, and she's smart. You love her. She loves you. Make time, buy the ring and propose." Olivia instructed as she brought them to a halt with a hand on his shoulder.
"What if it's not enough Livi? What if I marry her and I mess it up? What if I cheat?" Stephen whispered dejectedly his brown eyes staring into Olivia's
"Then you cheat, but you have to try. You have to take the leap of faith here. Hey. Look at me. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, but you know what, it won't be on you."
"It won't?" He half stated half asked
"No. Now you can do this. Buy the damn ring." Olivia smiled but voice kept stern yet loving
"I don't know why I'm even listening to you when you won't even date" Stephen retorted jokingly as they resumed their walk to their cars
"Those who can't do…" Olivia began the phrase but was cut of mid sentence
"umeretʹ suka!"
The unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang through the dense night air quickly followed by retreating footsteps
"Olivia!" Stephen yelled at his unconscious friend whom had blood leaking from a hole just beneath her clavicle
"911. State your emergency" the operator said in an almost sing song voice
"I need help. My friend she's been shot. 1224 NW 22nd street, off of constitution ave. Were in the parking lot. Please Hurry! " Stephen all but screamed into the phone that was tucked between his shoulder and ear.
"Sir a unit is being dispatched to your location as we speak. The paramedics will be there in about 5 minutes. Sir where has she been shot?"
"Olivia please wake up. Please answer me. Olivia dammit you stay with me!"
"Sir! Please the more information you give me I can relay to the paramedics and help your friend. Where has she been shot?"
"In the chest, there's a lot of blood. There's a lot of blood." Stephen lamented tears in full stream at this point. To say he was beside himself was a gross understatement
"Sir you need to apply pressure to the wound. This will help to decrease the amount of blood loss"
"I know. I'm already doing that. Where the hell are they?" Stephen removed the phone from his ear placing it on speakerphone, completely frustrated by the conversation. He wanted help and he wanted it now. Pressure was going to cut it. His best friend was dying underneath his hands and he was completely powerless.
"Sir, remain calm."
"Where the fuck are they?" So much for calm.
"Sir you should be hearing sirens now, they are less than a minute away."
"I see them. I see them. Thank God they're here!" Stephen wailed, in all of what was going on he hadn't even heard the approaching sirens.
"Stephen you better have a damn good reason for waking me at four o'clock in the morning" Abby mumbled into her cell phone voice thick with sleep
"Stephen?" Abby asked again after hearing only an open line
"I swear I'm going to kill you" she mumbled about the hang up, only ceasing when she heard the faint sound of crying on the other end
"Stephen are you okay? Stephen talk to me." Abby sat straight up in bed, at this point full alert.
Stephen was not the type to cry, nor was he the type to share his emotion openly with women, with anyone for that matter. She he was a womanizer, but he depended on his good looks and charm for getting into women's pants not the use of a sensitive side as an angle. Not to mention Stephen didn't call Abby for late night issues, that was more Olivia's role than hers.
"Abby." Stephen spoke sounding broken, instantly breaking Abby's heart "It's Olivia."
"Oh God! What happened?" she whispered covering her mouth expecting, well not quite knowing what to expect.
"She was shot, we were leaving the office and she was shot. Were at Georgetown, she's in surgery… the say it could be hours." Stephen said breaking down on the phone. He was crying but he couldn't care at the moment.
"I'm on my way. I'll call everybody. Call me if you find out anything before we get there."
"Hurry Abby." He whispered
"Stephen?"
"Yeah?"
"She'll be okay. She's Olivia Pope. She'll be okay" The first 2 sentences sounded confident but the latter was almost a prayer of sorts, one willing whatever higher power was in control to let her friend make it out okay, because they needed her.
As soon as she hung up the phone she was back on it alerting the rest of the team. Within minutes of absorbing the news everyone was in action, all sending up silent prayers.
"We need a clean, swift resolution to this Colorado ordeal. No lives lost is the aim here people. Any ideas?" Fitzgerald asked as he took a sip of his morning coffee fully waiting for someone to chime in with an idea other than full tactical assault which had been proposed by his national security advisor, which would undoubtedly be a public relations nightmare.
Billy chambers walked into the conference room late for the first time in the 15 months of the Grant Administration. It was 7:45 am and he was late to the 7:30 am morning briefing where the president, vice president, chief of staff(s) and advisors etc met every morning to hash out the pressing matters of the day.
"Nice of you to join us Billy" Cyrus said with an edge, his day wasn't going well, his partner was talking about adopting kids again and he was definitely not up for that headache at the moment. He turned back to Fitz and the two started their own conversation in the corner.
"You alright there Billy? You don't look well." Sally Langston asked with a curious glance as Billy came to stand next to her chair
"I take it none of you have heard the news about Olivia" Billy voiced sounding like he had the wind knocked out of him.
Fitz stopped his conversation mid sentence at the sound of her name, his eyes wide as saucers, the name that he hadn't dared to utter for the last 8 months. 10 months ago the love of his life left him with only a letter of resignation. She left him heartbroken and clueless as to what caused her to make such a hasty decision without dropping at least a subtle hint of what she had intended to carry out. That way he would have had a chance to fight for her, to ask her to stay, to beg, to shower her with all the love he could possibly give.
"Olivia?" Fitz asked inserting himself into the conversation, perks of being top dog.
"Yes sir Mr. President. Olivia…" Billy stopped to clear his throat, finding it hard to say aloud, after all they were friends. "It's all over the news. Olivia Pope was shot earlier this morning outside of her office."
Fitz was stuck. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was physically stuck. He hadn't heard a word after 'shot'. His insides instantly turned to mush and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat, for a moment he actually couldn't breathe.
"Mr. President" someone said, bringing out of his reverie
"Where is she Billy?" Fitz asked determinedly standing to his feet
"Now Mr. President, were in the middle of something here. While I'll say a prayer for the dear girl I hardly think now is the time…" Sally Langston spoke trying to stop Fitz from leaving the meeting
"WHERE. IS SHE?" he shouted staring Billy down
"Georgetown University Hospital" Billy answered with lightning fast speed
By the time the first word left Billy's mouth Fitz was sending orders out to his secret service to ready the helicopter. "You coming or not?" He asked turning to Cyrus almost as an afterthought, to which he received no answer but Cyrus in town sending his own list of instruction out to secret service via text messages.
All Fitz could think about was the last time he saw her, felt her, kissed her, and how there might be a strong chance those memories may actually be the last he got to make with her. A swarm of questions flooded his mind, so much so he was on autopilot. Did she know he loved, not just said it but truly meant it? Did she know that she held his heart captive from the moment he met her? Did she really love him or did it not mean anything to her? How could this happen?
All right... What do all of you think about it?
