Author's Note: On a much lighter note, this is the ship that will never sail. But would make for a disturbing and beautiful plot twist. It was fun to write and mildly disturbing to think about.

Charlie relaxed against the couch staring at all the information spread out along the coffee table. Indeed, Jake was digging where he shouldn't have been but that wasn't surprising. Moments ago Olivia had come and was ushered away successfully. It had been slightly thrilling to see Jake turn her away for once. No, he was too special to Charlie and hated the idea of him being her punching bag for much longer. If she wasn't Command's daughter or the President's mistress he would have wiped her out long ago, but that would have been a blood war.

Huck would get involved, and knowingly Quinn would tag along like the little puppy she was.

Yes, Quinn. He had kissed her, held her, and all the while he hadn't envisioned her. No, it had been Jake he thought about. Somehow the man worked his way into the brain, if Charlie thought particularly hard he just imagined he was attracted to bad people. People who were comfortable with their badness, reveled in it and didn't try to change or mar it. That was Jake. His Jake.

"Are you going to tell her?" Charlie asked, Jake looked up from the paperwork and blinked a few times.

"Tell her what? I'm looking into her friend's murder? No. Of course not. She would hate that, she would tell me to stop but I need to know the truth, I need something over his head to be free, then we can be together." Charlie nodded his head slowly.

"That's fine and all, but that's not what I'm talking about."

"Charlie, we discussed-"

"No, you told me you were going to break it to her slowly. Sleeping with her and slowly tapering off is not slow at all. Also I didn't appreciate the slight concussion you gave me." Charlie pointed towards the bruise near his temple. "That was a hell of a homecoming gift."

"Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" Jake asked. Charlie stood up and smirked as he walked over to Jake and slowly closed the laptop.

"No, I don't." Charlie stepped in between Jake and the coffee table. Jake looked up at him and smiled.

"I'm sorry about the candy bar, Charlie."

"Don't be, you have plenty of time to make it up, right?" Jake nodded his head and stood up, Charlie grabbed him and kissed him pulling him towards the bedroom.

"You slept with Quinn." Jake said while he lay in bed next to Charlie.

"You asked me to keep an eye on her."

"I said an eye, not your-"

"I was doing my job, Ex-Command." Charlie sat up in the bed and looked down at Jake. He had begun to pout and Charlie hated that Jake always chose to bring things like this up after sex. "You asked me-"

"Do you love her?" Jake asked, "Because if you do-"

"Do you love, Olivia?" Charlie asked, Jake remained silent which was a strong enough answer for Charlie.

"You do."

"No, I don't-"

"Jake, you can't have both. You know I will go straight to Olivia Pope and tell her all the ways I had you, and exactly what you've been up to." Jake darted out of his spot on the bed and straddled Charlie's waist.

"I'll kill you."

"No, you won't." Charlie said, he flashed that cocky smirk that only served to irritate and arouse Jake. "So say it."

"I love you, Charlie, and only you."

"And what is Olivia Pope to you?" Charlie asked while cupping his chin and pulling him closer for a kiss.

"A means to an ends." Charlie nodded his head and kissed him gently on the lips.

"I have to go now so finish playing private detective or whatever you were doing." Charlie patted the side of his face and pushed Jake off of him and onto his side of the bed.

"You don't have to go yet, you can stay and maybe we can-"

"Duty calls." Charlie stood up and grabbed his clothes from the floor and picked his cell[hone up from the nightstand. "I'll see you soon, Captain Ballard." Jake nodded his head and watched as Charlie disappeared into the bathroom, he knew Charlie wouldn't bother to say goodbye and he gathered his things he left in the living room and spread them out in the bedroom. Charlie stepped out of the bedroom and left the apartment as silently as he entered. Jake stared at the phone and picked it up after a few minutes of unnerving silence.

"I'm in, for dinner, I'm in."