AN: This is not an Olitz story. An anon on Tumblr asked me a write Fitz moving on. I attempted to make this follow what's canon,but I do not watch the show. It will have 3-4 parts. Also I haven't given up on MtG if you happen to read that.


It's really over, you made your stand

You got me crying, as was your plan

I'm Gonna Find Another You - John Mayer

Part 1: It's Really Over

"Is the love of two people worth all this destruction"

The words circled round and round in his head. He tried to work, because it was always easier to lose himself in work - especially when the administration was making strides like never before - but this time he couldn't.

She lied again. She betrayed him again. She left him out of the circle again. He wanted to deny it. He wanted to believe Abby was lying to him. He wanted to believed this was another ploy by Mellie and Cyrus. He wanted to believe Rowan has orchastrated this entire thing,but he couldn't deny the nagging feeling telling him it was all false,but he couldn't.

With everything tormenting him, he knew what he had to do. He alerted his detail they would be taking a trip to Olivia's. She spent half her time at her condo and the remainder at the residence. She had finally redecorated; new furniture, thicker curtains, a fresh coat of paint. It felt like a home again and Fitz was happy she'd have that.

"Wait it out here. We shouldn't be here too long," Fitz informed his detail, leaving them all a bit taken aback.

His feet felt as if they were bricks as he makes his way between the small space from her elevator to the front door. He hesitates briefly, not sure if he should knock or let himself in with the key she gave him. Before he makes a decision, she opens the door; face wary, hair a mess, eyes rimmed red.

She steps to the side to let him though the doorway. He comes to a stop, not daring to venture too far from the exit. His should drop, tired and heartsick, because he loves this women. He likes this woman. He's desperately in love with his woman. He knows all her expressions, and the guilt etched across her face rid him of any doubts he had about this visit; it answered all his questions before he even asked them.

"Please. Please tell me it isn't true. Please," he pleaded wanting to give her one more chance.

Her deafening silence confirmed it all.

He dropped his head, unwilling -unable - to make eye contact. "Oh Livvie, Livvie…" He chocked out.

"We were going to get married," she flared, her voice coming defensively. "It was all happening so suddenly, and I wasn't ready. But I couldn't let you lose your presidency. I couldn't let you sacrifice it all,but I couldn't marry you. Not in that way. "

"You had no…"

"What was supposed to do?" she yelled. "I couldn't sacrifice anymore of myself, but you'd already lost some much because of me, and I couldn't let you lose wouldn't let me explore any other options that you were on board with. I don't want fairly tale. I want a life with you. I want a future with you.I love. I wanted your legacy to remain somewhat untarnished. I did this for us, for our future children, for you.

He shut his eyes tightly.

"I did this for you." How many times had he heard that phrase carelessly thrown around? How many times had people committed self, reckless, dangerous offensives in his name?

He opened his eyes again and lifted his head bak up. At first, his voice came as a whisper, but as each word of the consequences that resulted in her actions bombarded him, his volume rose.

"You did this you, Olivia, and you had no right! You know what your were supposed, use your words… communicate. You're an adult that's what we do. You express yourself. I would have understood. I would have listened to you. I ALWAYS listen to you,Liv. We could have found another way. We would have been a team but instead you ran away again. You shut me out again. You made a unilateral decision that broke my trust and faith in you again."

"You wanted something I couldn't give you. Something I wasn't ready to give you. You wanted me to be this quintessential First Lady and live out this picturesque life. You wanted me to give up my job,what made me, me and I could not do that!"

"I didn't ask that of you. I would never ask that to you. I wanted you. If I wanted that I would've stayed married to Mellie. I wouldn't have signed those papers. I would have thrown you under the bus. I just wanted you,but you didn't want me."

"I did! I still do," she cried."

"No you don't. You would rather put this country at risk than to be with me. You didn't want to be a team and you didn't want me. You released the man that killed my son all because you couldn't commit. All because you couldn't comprise for 18 months. The safety and security of others wasn't worth 18 months to you. Our relationship wasn't worth 18 months to you, "he yelled.

Her nostrils flared and she placed her hands on her hips. "No, I didn't want a sham of marriage! One that would have been filled with power struggles and resentment. Where would that have left us, Fitz?Where would be?" She murmured in horror,because the thought of that lifestyle terrified her.

"No...NO,OLIVIA!" he screamed," Regardless of what would have in our marriage, it doesn't justify what you've done. What you've kept for me. It doesn't justify you taking away my choices and watching me run around like a chicken with its head cut off as I attempt to clean the mess you made."

No matter what would have become of their hypothetical marriage, Olivia should have given him a seat a the table. She should have communicated with him, because now they'll never know what could have been.

"You say that wouldn't have been our life,but it's so easy to fall into this traditional roles when you're living in a fish bowl. I knew as much as I fought against it eventually, I'd stop being Olivia Pope. I'd become Mrs. Grant. I'd be ornamental. You wouldn't have stopped it because it would have been so easy for you to keep living the life you were accustomed to."

Her words cut him like an attack; quick,sharp, painful.

"Is that what you think of me? Is that how little faith you've always had me in, in us? That I'm incapable of change? That I'm incapable of making the right decision, the right choices for my life? That I would force you to become something - someone - you loathe? All this time I thought we were a partnership. I thought we were equals,but it turns out you've been the one playing god with my life," he sneered at her.

"I wasn't playing god. I'm not Mellie. I'm not Cy. I'm not my father. I did it for our own good. I did it for us.I love you"

"Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? You did this for us?" he shook his head in disgust. "You're right, you aren't Mellie or Cy or your father. You're much worse. I knew with them to always watch my back, to keep my guard up, that I was playing with fire. You,you're a different brand altogether. You let me love you and trust you and put faith in you. " He paused, letting the tears roll down his face. " You do things like this and think saying 'I love you' will erasure everything you've done."

"I can't…I can't, Liv…" he said tiredly. "I can't have this argument with you. I can't do this back and forth. You've left me more times than I can count. I forgave Defiance. I forgave Teddy. I forgave you running off time and time again,but I cannot forgive this. I'm all out of forgiveness,Olivia. "

She exhaled deeply, lip quivering afraid to ask. " Where does this leave us?"

"Nowhere. I can't trust you. There is not enough love in the world to make me overlook this. I would be a fool if I did so. There's nothing you can do or say or give me to make me wait. This isn't a stalemate. This is the end."

"You don't mean that, Fitz." She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "We've made it this far. You aren't going to throw this away, not when we're so close."

"I'm not throwing this life, Liv. You already did that for me. I'm simply closing the lid," he placed her hands in his one of his, cherishing the feeling of them. His other traced her tear stained cheek, memorising the softness of her skin. He tilted his head downwards, closing his eyes. The tip of his nose brushed against hers, once, twice, three times before their lips met. It was quick, it was painful, it was the end. As soon as their lips meet they parted. Staying any longer meant there was hope. Staying any longer meant they had a future. Staying any longer meant they were still in this together.

"I'll always love, Olivia," and then he was gone.


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