Disclaimer, nothing you recognize from Scandal belongs to me, and no money will be made from this.
I had this floating around my head for some time now, I know I am supposed to write more on my TWG story, but I need a short break from there, but who is following my story there let be assured I have already written more, I only want things there to cool more down and not the get caught in the crossfire ;)
About this story, everything you know from the TV show is valid here, I take everything we got in this short 7 episodes as a given fact, this is after all Shonda's show and I do not dare to mess with it.
And you are right here comes a but, we do not have so much background information so I took some liberties, for example I could nowhere find the age of the Kids from Fitz and Mellie, so I made their age up.
If I did my math correct the first meeting between F/O was in February (based on the 282 days till election we see on the show) the same year as the election. In show 6 they talk about 2 years. After the new President always starts on January 20th Fitz just had his 1st of 4 years.
Okay enough pre story on with this show before you bored out of your skull with my ramblings, just keep in mind English is not my first language!
A big THANK YOU goes to dettylover who started to beta the story, hopefully it makes it easier and much more enjoyable to read the story!
Oh and if there are still mistakes they are mine and mine alone!
Again thanks dettylover
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Love Is A Shield
- Part 1 -
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"We have incoming!" Huck's voice filled the rooms of Pope & Associates.
Located on the top floor of an old factory building, it had the right atmosphere: a mixture of the familiarity of an old friend's barn and the dark intimidation of the industrial revolution. The rooms were barely lit at this time of the day, or better yet morning; after all it was way past midnight.
Unlike a normal law firm they had no soft light, thick carpets, flowers and soft colors on the wall to make their clients feel better. But as they often said, they were no normal law firm. They were more or less often the last line of defense; when they failed, there was often only a life in prison or worse, death. Well, some of their clients would prefer the latter over prison, but this was another story like so many others around here.
If they took on a client every other thing came second, they would not rest before they succeeded, there was no room for failure.
This, what seemed to outsiders like chaos, was working better than anybody could ever imagine, not even their clients had a clue how they did what they did.
Huck had gotten up from his favorite place behind the computer to get a clear view of the elevator bring in the new visitors. He smiled thinking about things only he could see and hear. Often people regarded him as if he was stupid or even retarded. As long as he could remember he had always been picked on by others, so when the CIA came to him he jumped in without knowing what he was getting himself into. On some rare occasions he allowed himself to be so honest with himself in that he would have done everything at this time just to belong somewhere, anywhere.
Being there, he had done what he had learned at a very young age: to let his mind wander to a place where nobody could reach him, where he was safe, protected and loved.
He was able to hide and watch himself do things that were unspeakable. He knew that most of the others snapped in training, some were locked up in mental institutions or in high security prisons. These were serial killers who could not get control over the urge to feel the power over others, to feel the life of others at their mercy.
He had gotten out, somehow; he still was not sure how, but he had lived on the streets, always on the run from the voices. That had been when she had found him. For weeks she had passed him every day, no matter where he had stayed, she had always come by and simply handed him a cup of fresh coffee and a sandwich.
He had tried to avoid her but, no matter what, she had been there the next day. She had not asked, not even talked, just handed him coffee and food. It was new for him to get something without being asked for something in return.
The arriving elevator interrupted his thoughts. Two people came into view behind the glass doors. When the doors slid open he got a better view and even with all the experience he had and things that were normal here, he could not help but wonder about the strange couple who left the elevator.
First a middle aged man took some tentative steps forward, carefully watching the new surroundings. Behind him trailed a small boy. Huck estimated his age somewhere between 7 and 10; it was hard to say because he was wrapped in a big coat that was clearly not his own.
The old man noticed him standing in the door and he changed his direction.
Huck took a closer look at his dark and lined face with a thick grey beard. He was clearly very nervous, nothing strange about that. When people showed up at their doorstep they were all shaken up and with a big bag of problems.
After a few more steps he stopped and took his leather cap from his head and turned it in his hands over and over. The matching leather vest had seen better days, but even though his blue shirt was faded like his jeans, the clothes were clean and well looked after.
"I am sorry, I'm not sure if I'm in the right place, Sir?"
Sir? Huck could not remember when somebody had called him Sir, the intimidation of the dark rooms had work their magic again.
"It depends on what you are looking for!" Huck took a step closer to the pair to get a better look at the child. But it was no real use, he was firmly tucked away in the coat. He narrowed his eyes, this smelled like trouble, and the fine hairs on his neck came up.
"Well, I picked this little fellow up." He stopped spinning his cap and pointed in the direction of the oddly clothed boy. "He was roaming the streets nearly frozen, almost blue all over already." Shaking his head like he could still not believe the image that appeared again for his inner eye.
"I was on my way home", seeing the questioning look on Huck's face he explained further. "I'm a cabby," with a nearly shy smile. "He was walking down Pennsylvania Avenue, I caught him right at the corner of 12th. I could not imagine what a young fellow like him would be doing roaming the streets at this hour, dressed like this." He put his cap back on and started to peel the boy out of the coat. Under it he was simply dressed in a brown Scooby Doo Pajama set.
Seeing that he was still shaking from the cold February night, he wrapped the boy securely back in his makeshift blanket.
"First he did not respond when I tried to talk to him, only when he saw my cab he came closer. I asked for his name, but he would not give it to me, so I first grabbed the old coat from my trunk and put him in my backseat to get him a little warmer. When he refused to tell me his name, I told him that I would drive him to the next police station and that his parents would be missing him already and be very worried." He stopped in his explanation and took a sideways glance at the boy, but he kept his eyes firmly trained on the ground, only shuffling a bit with his feet.
With a sigh he turned back to Huck, "When I said police he came alive and violently shook his head. He said his parents would not miss him and that he needed to see his friend. When I asked who his friend was he did not want to tell me. But I told him either he would give me his name or I would have to bring him to the police or at least call them over the radio.
He told me that he had no money for a cab but that he needed to see Olivia. After some more questions I got a last name and when I called in they found this law firm with Olivia Pope, so I am not sure if I am at the right place... " he trailed off.
Before Huck could say another word Olivia came from her office to see what the commotion was. She had been sleeping in her office, not wanting to go home, but she had trouble sleeping. This was not new to her. But she would rather be awake in her office than alone in her apartment.
Seeing the two visitors in the hallway close to Huck, she came close to take a closer look at both of them. She was puzzled by the small figure stuffed in a big grey coat.
When she was close enough, she crouched down to be at the kid's level.
"Hey," she addressed him in a soft voice.
For the first time the boy seemed to come alive, struggling with the big clothes he tried to unwrap himself. His face became more visible than before in the dim light.
"Jerry," was all Olivia could get out before the boy gave up his struggle and simply launched himself into her arms.
TBC … if you want.