Hey everyone! This is my first Scandal story! I've been wanting to write something for a while but could never think of a good scenario. This one just wouldn't leave me alone.

Hope you enjoy! (:

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Scandal. They all belong to the amazing Shonda Rhimes.

It was a cold, brisk morning in Washington D.C. when President Fitzgerald Grant walked down the steps of the airplane. He had been in Tokyo for a week and he was dying to get home. In a way, it had been a relief to get out of town. He was able to free his mind and get away from the mess he created with Olivia. But as much as he tried not to think about her, to put the doubts in his mind to rest, he just couldn't.

He knew he would never be able to let her go. He could say it was over to Cyrus, Mellie, Olivia, hell even himself. But in the end, it was never going to happen. Olivia was the love of his life, his soul mate. There's no way you can just let go of someone like that.

"It's you. You're the traitor." Olivia spoke. "You're the one that's been trying to expose us."

The man laughed. "Correct. And once I kill you, I will finally succeed."

"Ean, you don't have to kill me. I'll do whatever it is you want. Please."

"I know all about your little affair with the President. I wonder how he will feel once he hears that you're dead."

"He won't care. We broke things off, he...broke things off. We haven't spoke in over a week. You're wasting your time thinking he'll do anything."

"Hmm..." he lifted the gun he was holding in his hand. "We'll see about that."

She took a deep breath as he mind began to wander. This was it. She was going to die. She would never get her chance with Fitz. They could never have a happy ending, if that was even possible.

She heard the shot ring out, and an instant burning in her chest. She felt herself fall backwards, hearing the man run out of the room. She heard people screaming. Who were they? Everything was going blank. All she could see in her mind was his face. The face of the man who made her feel happy, sad, mad, and loved all at the same time.

What felt like hours later to her, she felt someone by her side. She turned her head slightly and saw Huck, Harrison, Quinn, and Abby standing beside her, all freaking out.

Quinn was on the phone, probably with 911. Huck was trying to get Olivia to focus, keep breathing and stay awake. Harrison was asking who the hell shot her, and Abby...Abby just stood there motionless.

"Olivia, help is on the way. You have to be strong. Keep breathing. Don't die on me." Huck was telling her.

It was like her whole world was fading around her. She no longer saw Abby, she didn't hear Quinn crying to the police, she didn't see Harrison freaking out vowing to find the son of a bitch, and she didn't even see Huck anymore, who was literally hovering over top of her.

All she saw was darkness.

Utter and complete darkness.

A couple hours later

Fitz sat in a meeting with 8 or 9 of his cabinet members. They were talking about what happened in Tokyo and what to do about South Sudan. As he looked around the table, he noticed someone in particular was missing. Cyrus.

"Gentleman, where's Cyrus?" Fitz asked.

"I'm not certain, Mr. President. None of us have seen him."

"Very well, let's continue."

As much as Fitz wanted to focus on this meeting, there was only one thing his mind kept going to. In the two hours that he had been home, he had the urge to call Olivia numerous times. He wanted to tell her he was sorry, that he missed her, but he could never summon up the courage to do so.

He heard someone burst into the room, bringing him out of his reverie.

"Cyrus! Nice of you to join us."

"Out!" Cyrus said.

The cabinet members all looked at him with questioned looks on their face.

"I said everyone out!" he yelled.

Everyone quickly stood up and rushed to the door at once. Fitz just sat in his chair, confused.

"Cyrus, what's going on?"

Cyrus didn't say anything. That's when he noticed the panicked and blank look on his face.

"Cy, what happened?"

"O...O...Olivia..."

"Olivia? What about her?!" he asked, standing up.

"Sir...Mr. President..."

"Cyrus spit it out!"

"Olivia has been shot!"

Fitz stumbled backward, falling into his chair.

"Is she...is she..."

"Dead? No. No...thank God. But sir, it doesn't look good."

"I uh, I have to go...to the hospital."

"Fitz, you can't do that!"

"The hell I can't! I am the goddamn President of the United States. The love of my life has just been shot. I'm going to the hospital."

"Fine...I'm coming with you."

Thoughts? (: