I ship Olitz, always, always will. Not thrilled with Season 3, though. Other FF writers have said what I feel about this, so 'nuff said. Scandal and its characters belong to Shonda Rhimes.
"Olivia, why do you feel the need to run away?"
A simple question fraught with so many possible answers. Which she didn't even know if she had it in herself to give. Olivia had had been running away so long that she'd forgotten, if even she knew, how to pause and look at Fate and see it all laid out bare in front of her. She remained silent, her mind racing at a quick pace.
Minutes passed. It could have been an eternity, yet Dr. Kimberly Bennett sat there patiently. As she had done with so many patients before Olivia and would do with so many patients thereafter. This was one special patient, though, that Dr. Bennett felt a particular need to be very patient with because she was so broken in spirit. If ever there was one who needed to be put together and healed completely, that would be Olivia Pope, who had spent herself fixing other people such that her spirit was in danger of being extinguished forever.
"Because . . . the monster will not stop." Olivia flinched at the quiver in her voice. She was used to projecting a strong, confident self that everyone could rally around around, even as she tried to fix the wreckage laid bare by uncooperative clients and creepy sociopaths who should have been locked up a long time ago.
Dr. Bennett leaned forward, sensing that this was a crucial moment not to be wasted. "And why is that so?"
Olivia shifted in her chair, studying her fingernails. "Umm, I don't know." But deep inside she did know but did not feel ready to answer the question. But if she felt so unready, why was she sitting here in the office with the therapist who had been named one of the best medical professionals in The Washingtonian three years running?
The scenes flashed through her mind. There were so many she couldn't just chose one. Yet there was one main constant. Eli Rowan Pope. Always stern, even when smiling. Even as she was long since an adult living an independent life, inside she still felt like a frightened child who trembled at hearing his voice, real or imagined.
It was past time to break the control the monster had over her. Even while he was alive. And most especially now. Yes, it was truly time to let it all out.