To cakes, for inspiring me with her stories and being a fellow 18 year old friend & sailor moon lover, even though she thinks I won't like NC, I'm still coming to visit.

"Sometimes when you meet someone, there's a click. I don't believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition." - Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo

Olivia Pope had never seen someone engage with a crowd as well as Fitzgerald Grant did. He made it seem as if he was talking to you personally, he connected unbelievably well, his words were fluent, he believed in what he saying, which was something not many politicians could say. He had something she could work with. When her godfather, political mastermind Cyrus Beene called her asking for her help, how could she refuse, not only was it great experience but she rarely ever got to see him anymore after she had started at Harvard, she was pre-law of course. She'd just finished her first year, passing with flying colours and she needed something to do over her summer break and that something was getting Fitzgerald Grant elected as Governor. He'd already won the primary election, winning the Republican seat, now all he had to do was win the actual election.

"He's good huh?" Cyrus said coming up behind her.

"Yeah, he is." Olivia agreed taking a sip of her coffee, it was 7am and they were outside as he gave his speech to a group of elders in the community, they were lapping it up. Older women were in love with him, all he had to do was flash that Grant smile and he had their vote.

"So you're in?' Cyrus asked nervously, she had a way of changing her mind unless she was 100% certain about something.

"Sign me up Cy." Olivia said once again looking at the man she was going to help get elected.

"Welcome to the band kid." Cyrus answered throwing an arm around her shoulder.

"The problem is your marriage." A voice in the crowd said.

"Excuse me?" He asked to the room as a woman showed herself to him.

"It looks like you don't screw your wife," God. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, her skin glowed in her white short sleeve blouse; her legs were highlighted in her skin tight blue jeans and further accentuated by her black heels as she stalked towards him like prey. She could be no older than 20, 21 maybe.

She continued as he watched on, "Which would be fine, except that family values matter to Republicans. It's why they vote for who they vote for. And since Sally's got Jesus firmly on her side, that just leaves family, marriage, and yours whatever the truth may be from the outside, it looks cold, distant, dead." She walked slowly towards him, challenging him in front of a room full of campaigners, her voice was like angels coming down from above and her walk was something he wanted to watch for the rest of his life.

"Where is your wife, by the way?" She looks around, raising her left eyebrow. She knew Mellie was off campaigning at some ladies luncheon, it proved her point even more.

"People want to like who they're voting for. People have to want to invite you in for dinner, and right now, you and your wife are standing in their doorway, not looking at each other, letting in the cold air. That's why you're losing and it's why you'll lose." She finished, looking him in the eye, awaiting his response. She'd been watching him for the past week, telling Cyrus not to introduce them yet, she wanted to get a feel for him, seeing how he interacted under pressure but also how he was a man in general, how he treated his staff, and so far she was impressed.

"And you are?" He breathed out, internally wincing at the shakiness of his voice; he had never been so aroused by something so mundane in his entire life. Here she was talking about why people weren't voting for him, why he was losing and all he wanted was to take her in the room next door and kiss her feverishly.

"Olivia, Olivia Pope." She said raising her eyes to meet his one more time before she turned and left the room. He followed her into the hallway, slamming the door behind him and grabbing her arm. She spun towards him, their chests almost touching.

"Mr Grant." She said as she walked backwards, distancing herself.

"Who are you and where did you come from?" He asked, tracing her steps until she was leaning against the wall and he was half a step away from her.

"I'm the girl Cyrus probably told you about 17 thousand times, I'm at Harvard, studying pre-law. Cyrus is my godfather." She said as his eyes traced her face, his eyes were piercing straight into her soul, as if he was reading her story with just one look.

"Right. He did tell me. The genius. His work of art he called you." Fitz said with a smile, she was everything Cyrus described, but better.

"Yeah. That's me. Nothing exciting." She said, lowering her eyes away from his.

"Nothing exciting?" He asked chuckling. "You just handed me my ass in front a room full of people. You should give yourself more credit." He said giving her a dazzling smile.

"If you looked at your wife like that, we wouldn't have a problem." She said with a smirk, taunting him.

"Oh Miss Pope, we definitely have a problem." He replied, joining her smirk and walking back into the room.

She watched him leave, sliding down the wall. She had heard of his charm and wit from not only Cyrus, but the media, magazine articles and so on. And now she'd experienced it for herself, boy was she in trouble.

A/N – Short first chapter because this is just the beginning, I have the first few chapters ready to go, the first few are more setting the scene, Olitz getting to know each other etc before we get into the good stuff. I hope ya'll enjoy and please please review! Love M.