Summary: Rowan had always been proud of his daughter's accomplishments. She had gone to school with the sons of kings. One in particular made an impact. Season 5 compliant. Not BP comic compliant.

Featuring: Olivia Pope and T'Challa. Future characters will be revealed.

Olivia Pope sighed as she laid back in her leather office chair. Mellie had somehow won over the American public and had risen to become the first female President of the United States of America. In a shocking announcement, Jake Ballard was selected to be her Vice President in the 13th hour. The response had been overwhelmingly supportive. Her job had been, for once, very easy. Lucky her.

The pyrrhic victory of Mellie and Jake ascending to the highest office in the land stung, but not as much as the constant news reports coming out of Africa. Lagos had the been the unfortunate recipient of a Hydra attack and the Avengers responded accordingly. Nothing had gone right and so the Sokovia Accords had been introduced. She was so busy navigating the world of American politics that the widespread global events had passed her by. She was now catching up. The end results were anything but pretty.

Olivia had already painstakingly watched the reports on the attack in Vienna. Her heart hurt over King T'Chaka's death and the toll it must have taken on the former prince, now King.

T'Challa

Her television did not do the handsome man justice. Not only was he striking and charismatic, but very intense. He had grown by leaps and bounds since their boarding school days. The formerly scrawny, reserved kid had become a king.

Olivia could hardly contain her smile, an involuntary response to the sight of him. One of her first friends at the exclusive school, he shared her love of literature and fantastical stories. He regaled her with the various tales of his heritage, with the legend of the Black Panther always coming to the forefront. They would sometimes spend hours upon hours together, lost in a fascinating world of their own, far away from the cold, lonely reality.

She exhaled loudly at the memories. They had lost touch around the time her relationship with Edison had gotten serious. He was always wary of another man 'encroaching' on 'his' territory and she dutifully obeyed, thinking that was her future.

'Hindsight is truly 20/20' She thought sardonically. Her prior mistakes in letting a guy dictate her daily actions filled her with regret and anger, mostly directed towards herself. The weakness that was associated with the past weighed heavy on her soul. She wanted to make amends. Do the right thing. Though the white hat was forever lost, there was still a pull towards doing good. Something that had been entrenched in her since meeting the boy prince so long ago. An after-death missive from his father helped too.

Looking down at the letter that had mysteriously appeared on her desk in the early morning, she once again took in the words:

Dear Olivia,

I fear my time on this beautiful earth is coming to an end. My next journey awaits me. My intuition is rarely wrong, so I wanted to reach out to you while I had the chance.

This may seem sudden and odd, but listen very carefully. War is coming to my prosperous, successful Wakanda and it will have very far reaching consequences. My son is both very prepared and ill-prepared for this future plight. Though communication had waned between the two of you, he reminisces about the time you spent together and the immense difference you made in his life. I will forever appreciate you for that.

I will proceed to the matter at hand. Wakanda will be put in the spotlight, as our country is too wealthy, too generous. Foes will see that as weak, even as we build our karmic stores for future strife. T'Challa will be a fine king, and a great negotiator, but will have to navigate the world of global politics. You are well known in that world.

What I am asking of you is no small feat. I would like for you to reach out to my son, my prince, and help him. The world is getting stranger and more dangerous. Allies are very difficult to hold on to, but I know you feel deeply for T'Challa. I saw as much when you visited in your younger years. The feeling is very mutual, though do not tell him I revealed that. My son can hold a grudge and I do not want to face him in the field.

I strongly urge you to consider my request. And may the blessings continue for you.

King T'Chaka of Wakanda

The throb in her forehead worsened as the full effect of the missive set in. She had not spoken to T'Challa in years. They hadn't exactly ended on the best note and now his (very recently) late father wanted her to help him?

Olivia regretted the lack of wine within her immediate reach. Du Bellay would help settle her nerves, surely….?

A quiet knock interrupted her conflicting thoughts. Startled, Olivia looked up to find someone she should have expected.

Shuri was never known to be bashful about controversy.

Hey everyone! This is my first foray into the world of fan-fiction and I was feeling inspired by Olivia Pope and Black Panther. I thought I would write a story featuring both characters and their universes. We'll see if this all works out.

Please review and give feedback! Thank you.

WakandanGladiator