(A/N: Hey I am writing this story and I love scandal and the hiatus is going to be brutal. This is my take on what could possibly happen. Please feel free to review this story. Tell me if you think I should continue this story or not)
Olivia listened to the steady hum of the jet. She closed her eyes and let the rhythm consume her. Flashbacks of President Grant carrying Jerry made her uneasy. It made her even more uneasy that she was the center of it. Her windows 8 phone chimed for a consecutive 30 seconds for the fourth time on the flight. She closed her eyes and tuned out the sound. Jake kept badgering her to turn off her phone but she ignored him as well. Flashbacks still overwhelmed her mind of this past year. Liv couldn't help but feel distraught. She was the common denominator for every bad thing that happened in the past year and she couldn't fix it.
She felt a sudden urge to regurgitate; she rushed out of her seat and entered into the restroom. Sounds of her vomiting were overcome by her cries that she tried to keep silent.
"Everything alright in there?" The flight attendant asked.
She wiped her forehead and her tears, "I'm fine".
She entered out of the restroom only to be met by Jake.
"Liv, are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm fine. Lets go sit down" She suggested
"Alright" He said rubbing her back.
She sighed and sat back in her seat. Closing her eyes she wanted to mentally escape, forget B613, forget the White House, forget handling & fixing, she wanted an escape. She felt a surge of warmth touch her hands and it was Jake's hand touching hers.
"Thank you" Jake started
Olivia looked at him and gave him a half smile.
"For standing in the sun with me. Thank you for saving me" Jake finished. She squeezed his hand and rested her head on his shoulder.
Fitzgerald Grant.
He was everything to her. He was her warmth, her radiance, her strength, and motivation. Nothing could change that. She liked Jake he was sensual, consistent, and humorous. You could get lost in his eyes but there was no spark. Fitz gave her energy: the good kind. He consumed her like a fire; the type of fire that made Olivia excited and vivacious. The type of fire that burned her soul but she yearned and craved for it. Fitz was her fire.
"Would you like some beverages?" The flight attendant asked with a cart full of assorted foods and drinks.
"Do you have a light ale?" Jake asked
"Yes, I can get you one Reykjavik or Nordic?" The flight attendant offered.
"Lets go with Reykjavik" Jake said deciding which beer he wanted.
She handed him the beer giving him a flirty smile which Olivia saw but did nothing to stop.
"Do you have chez Henri red wine?" Olivia inquired
"Yes would you like a glass?" The women offered.
"More than you know" She said. Jake's phone rang and he excused himself to answer the phone.
Caller ID: Rowan Pope.
"I assume you're with her" Rowan said
"Stop calling me. I don't wanna hear from you" Jake answered angrily.
"I'm command, son. No one tells me to stop calling." Rowan retorted
"What do you want" Jake asked with a tone of anxiety in his voice.
"I want her to forget about Fitz once and for all. He's no good for her"
"And why's that?" Jake questioned
"He is a philandering cad who sickens me. My daughter is elegant and formidable. Distract her. Do whatever you need to do." Rowan instructed
"So you're command now?" Jake said questioning his authority
"Just do as I say" Rowan replied
"I'm not b613 anymore. You don't even know where I'm headed to. I don't respond to you but thanks for the mission" Jake said.
He finally let go of Rowan, B613, being Command, and being a spy or at least that's what he told himself. He told himself he was 'standing in the sun' but did Jake even know what that meant. He convinced himself. It was letting go and living life without fear and enjoying what you can, while you can, with the one you love. Deep down he knew his loyalties to Rowan, now reinstated Command, and to B613. He knew what the right thing to do for the republic was; distracting Olivia.
He hung up and went back to his seat taking a sip of his cold light ale beer.
"What was that?" Olivia asked.
"Just my landlord asking about my plans for my rent" Jake said lying to her
"Why do I not believe that?" Olivia said taking a dram of her wine.
"Because your mind is still stuck in D.C. When it should be thinking about standing in the sun with me"
"How can I stand in the sun with a guy I don't love?"
"You've never given me a chance to let me love you. You always ran to Fitz when you did run to me it was because you couldn't run to Fitz. This time I'm the one you run to and lean on because I love you"
"I... I.. love him.." She murmured.
Jake sighed. It was a sigh of frustration. Liv was everything to him. Liv was monumental. She was beautiful, career-driven, a political mastermind, bold, brazen, and arousing both physically and emotionally. Jake had never seen a women like her it made him crazy but even she wasn't enough to break his commitment to B613.