Hey guys! So this idea came to me after watching the Olivia & Fitz "Saturn" video by Pradadevil15 on youtube. Please go watch this video. It really hits you somewhere deep inside. Anyway. After watching the video, I ended up listening to the Atlas album by Sleeping at Last. I recommend you do that as well. It's been on repeat for weeks now, and I'm still not tired of it. This story won't be too long. 13 chapters at most. As for Good and Careless, I will be continuing that one. However, I am going to restructure it. It went somewhere that didn't work artistically and I lost all hope, and I will be fixing that. I hope you all enjoy this story. It's kinda canon, kinda AU. Paranormalcy. I don't own anything, just owe student loans. Please review. I love you all.
"Where am I?" Fitz asked to no one in particularly, while looking around the Vermont property. He knew exactly where he was, he just didn't understand how he had come to be there after being in Washington D.C. for fifteen years. The stars brighter than he had ever seen them. The trees and bushes fuller and greener than he remembered. The grass felt soft against his feet, and he noticed he was no longer holding onto a cane to help him walk, let alone stand. He noticed that the pain in his chest was now gone. He could breathe. He felt younger, freer, happier; yet at the same time terrified. He walked closer to his...their house, which looked brand new, didn't look lived in except for the lights from the kitchen and foyer that casted no shadows of the furniture. He stepped onto the concrete of the back porch, looking into the house when he heard that melodic voice, the one from his dreams, the one that he played to earlier in the bar. The sound surrounded him, became one with him, and made his body ache with something akin to happiness.
He saw a figure wrapped in a soft beige blanket, rocking back and forth on the porch swing. He looked at the form, and automatically knew who it belonged to, but he was afraid to look up at her face. If this was another cruel joke, where he was only dreaming and once he looked at her face it was blurred, he didn't know if he could handle that. He didn't know if he could look at her face and not see her smile, or watch how her nose crinkled when he told a bad joke, or how no matter if they were in the brightest or darkest of places her eyes always lit up. He couldn't look at her face and not see her, to have her face just be a blurred mess. It would break his heart.
He walked over to her, still looking at the blanket, or the floor, and sat down just looking forward. He felt the warmth of her hand, as it rested on his thigh. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath reveling in the feel of her hands, warming his body and igniting the fire in his soul.
"Fitz," the melodic tenderness of her voice echoed, breaking his heart. He didn't speak back, afraid of what might happen to interrupt this torturous, yet welcomed dream. Although, he wasn't able to see her face, it was nice to be in the same dreamed up location as her. He just wanted to enjoy her warmth, her spark, all of her.
"Fitzgerald." Again, he shook his head and didn't look at her, but he did open his eyes, looking away from her, looking at the scenery of Vermont, their Vermont, their place of serenity, happiness, dreams, and love. He watched as the trees that outlined the property swayed gently in the wind. The horses were walking in and out of the barn. If he closed his eyes for a second, he could imagine their grandchildren playing under the oak tree at the side of the house. He definitely could hear their laughter.
He heard her voice again, calling his name. He didn't hear the words floating in the wind until they reached him, this time it was different. He felt his name being called from within him, as if she was inside him trying to garner his attention. When he refused to look at her, her nails dug into his thigh, yet he kept his face forward unrelenting in his hope of not seeing her blurred face. He just wanted to be with her, here and now.
Fitz felt the porch swing being pushed back and then swing forward, tilting slightly to his side and he knew she was no longer there. Her hand was removed from his leg, and but she hadn't gone far. As she stood in front of him, his eyes traveled down her slender body, stopping to admire her full breasts, her curvaceous hips, and the down to her adorable feet. He smiled softly, as his eyes traveled back up stopping at her neck. Her body seemed younger somehow.
He watched as she lifted both of her hands, placing each one on the sides of his face, and pulling his face so that he could look at her and truly see her.
It was as if time stood still, all breathing stopped and the wind was no longer blowing, but his soul was bursting. The blurred face that he was afraid to see wasn't there. He saw her beautiful chin, soft lips, rounded nose, and chocolate brown eyes. She was there with him. He was actually seeing her for the first time in fifteen years. She looked younger, like his Olivia the night she had first told him that she loved him, that they were in this together. Her hair was put back exactly the way it was when their hands had come together as one, when they had secretly promised each other forever as they shared the new world of the Constitution.
"Olivia," Fitz said.
"Hi," Olivia responded, smiling as the realization shown on Fitz's face, and the smile that followed thereafter.
"Hi."
This chapter is short because it is the Prologue. I promise the rest will be longer. I have already written them.