'I am the President of the United States! You don't get to just walk away from me. You don't get to tell me that we are done, that this is over. I am the leader of the free world and I am telling you, Olivia Pope, that I love you… that I am in love with you. And for once in your life it's not something you can fix. Its not going away, no matter how much you wish that it would.' Olivia stood silent, tears threatening to fall as he continued.
'I know you hate me for falling in love with you… for making you feel like there is no way out. Well I'm sorry liv, there isn't a way out not for me and I can't let you leave me, not when I have spent so much time not being with you.' There was a moment of soft silence between the pair.
'Whenever I walk into a room I hope your there. Whenever my phone rings I pray to god it's you on the other end. I hold my breath waiting for you. Olivia raised her hand in an attempt to make him stop talking, 'Fitz… just stop.' Fitz took a step closer to her but watched as she took a step back of her own.
''This can't happen... you know it and I know it. As you often remind me, you are the President of the United States... who has a wife and a family, who I helped, get elected. You can't being doing and saying these things and still be the man I voted for.' Fitz grabbed Olivia by her waist and pulled her closer to him. Making her whole body shudder involuntarily at how close they were. Tears now streaking their way down her cheeks. Fitz wiped away their tracks with the pad of his thumb.
'I am the man you helped get elected…the man you voted for. I have always been this person, the guy who loves you… who needs you.' Olivia took another step away from him and placed a measure of distance between them. Fitz closed his eyes as she moved away from him. He knew that this was hard on her. It was hard on him to, but he couldn't continue not being with her; the presidency be damn. He stood up straight, his back to her.
'Do you love me?' The question was spoken so softly that Olivia thought she had imagined hearing it. He asked again, a little louder. 'Do you love me?' Olivia couldn't find words to speak. He knew she loved him but this had nothing to do with it. So she gave the answer she always did, 'does it matter?' At hearing this Fitz spun around, his eyes threatening to betray him with tears. They stood in silence for a few moments before he spoke again, 'of course it matters. Its the only thing in my life that matters.' Olivia threw her hands out in exclamation, 'Look where we are standing… we are in the oval office of the White House and I am standing not even two feet away from the most powerful man in the world, who is telling me he loves me and that none of this matters?'
'Right now… in this moment, no… none of this matters. I may be a man of many things; a politician, a father and yes… a husband, but I am also a man in love, who by all accounts was a coward and didn't wait for you to come along. You are the love of my life.' Fitz stepped towards Olivia again and this time she didn't move. He slid towards around her waist and brought her closer to him. Olivia finally gave into her feelings and held him tight. He could tell she was crying now her tears wetting his shirt. After a few moments he pulled her face towards his and looked into her eyes.
'I don't know how to live my life without you and I know this seems impossible to you, how could this possibly work but I promise you…' Olivia interrupted him, 'don't make promises you can't keep Fitz.' He caught a tear with his thumb and smiled sadly… I. Promise. You… that I will find a way to make it work because I'm done playing by other peoples rules and someone very wise once told me the only way to win an impossible game is to stop playing.' Olivia closed her eyes and took a deep breath in; she hated when he used her own words on her. She opened her eyes and looked into his. He brought their heads together, their lips almost touching. They both wanted each other.
'Do you… love me?' Olivia's breath caught in her throat; she didn't want to admit it but she knew there was no other way. 'Yes.' She almost whispered it but Fitz heard her. He brought their lips together in a show passionate kiss. They could both feel how much they loved each other in that one kiss. A door opening and Cyrus poking his head around it broke the golden moment. The pair pulled apart and straightened themselves out. 'Ah, Mr. President, sorry to interrupt.' Fitz raised his hand and waved him off. 'It's ok Cyrus what's up?' Cyrus stepped into the room and closed the door. Olivia gathered her handbag and slung it over her shoulder, 'I will see myself out.' Before he could say anything to stop her, Olivia was out the door. He sighed slightly.
'This better be good Cyrus. ' Cyrus walked over and handed Fitz a folder. 'What's this?' He opened the folder and began skimming the files inside. 'It's not good sir, we've got a problem.' Fitz looked up from the folder, 'There are always problems Cy… what makes this one any different?' Cyrus ran a hand through his hair and looked the president square in the face. 'One of our stealth fighter planes has gone missing somewhere over the skies of Syria.' Fitz frowned and slumped down in his chair. 'Ok what are our options here?' Cyrus took a deep breath in and held it for a few moments. 'Well the military are scanning and gathering intel and I told them to be ready for a briefing in 20 minutes.' Fitz nodded and closed the folder in front of him., 'Ok as soon as you know anything let me know.' Cyrus nodded back and made to leave but Fitz stopped him. 'is there anything else bothering you Cy? I can tell when something is not right… is it James?' Cyrus shook his head and smiled slightly trying to fool the president, 'No everything is fine Mr. President… Intelligence briefing in 20 minutes.' With that he left the roof, leaving Fitz alone once again.
Olivia walked towards the guard station at the front of the White House; Morris was on duty. 'Leaving so soon Ms. Pope?' She smiled sadly at him, 'things to do today Morris.' Morris nodded and signed her out, 'Is everything Ok Ms. Pope? You seem like you hold the weight of the world.' Olivia placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, 'I'm fine Morris, take care.' He nodded and smiled at her, 'you too Ms. Pope.' She turned and continued on her way, her phone ringing as she did so. She fished it out and answered, 'Olivia Pope…'