This is my first fanfiction for this site. I know this site has a lot of Olitz shippers and that is fine, but this is an Olake story, This story starts with Olivia and Jake's conversation in Season 5 Episode 7. I do not own any of the characters they all belong to the fabulous Ms. Shonda Rhimes! The quotes in this chapter come directly from that episode. I hope you all enjoy and I would love any and all feedback you have! Enjoy!
Finally she was going to get a few minutes of peace and quiet. A night to herself; where she could take a moment to breathe. At last she was able step out of her suffocating new life in the White House. And sure she knew how to play her new part, and she played it well. But she was Olivia Pope… a fixer, a business woman; she was not Olivia Pope the hostess.
Olivia was happy to be riding the elevator up to her apartment, she could not remember the last time she had sleep in her own bed. As Olivia turned the key and opened the door slowly she felt her heart rate increase and a sense of uncertainty washed over her. Olivia knew that she was not alone and that frightened her.
"Dad?" she questioned as she slowly entered the room.
"Not so lucky." Jake replied from the darkness as Olivia quickly turned around and flipped on the lights. She saw Jake sitting on her sofa with a bottle of wine on the table and a glass in his hand.
"This wine isn't very good. Sit down." Jake said nonchalantly as he placed his wine glass on the coffee table.
"What are you doing here?" Olivia asked, matching his tone, as she walked over to the sofa. She wasn't very happy with the fact that Jake had casually broken into her apartment and made himself at home. Considering where the two of them stood at the moment Olivia really wasn't in the mood to deal with Jake.
"I don't know a lot about wine, but this is terrible. I said sit down." Jake repeated. He had been waiting for Olivia to come back and he wasn't gonna let her just kick him out. Olivia simply crossed her arms over her chest. "Sit down!" Jake demanded raising his voice to a shout. Olivia didn't respond, but made her way over to the chair across from Jake without breaking eye contact with him.
After Olivia took a seat and Jake knew he had her attention he continued calmly. "You know what I admire about Rowan. He doesn't claim to be anything he's not. He knows what he is, he revels in it. You...you preach about wearing some dumb white hat." Olivia began to fidget as Jake was making her feel uncomfortable, Olivia really wasn't in the mood to discuss her father and she didn't appreciate what Jake was saying about her, "You think if you feel bad for a while, drink some wine, take in strays, it will wipe away….are you blind Olivia? Or do refuse to see? Or do you really not know what you are? Jake questioned raising his voice a little and leaning forward.
"You're drunk and sad. I think you should go." Olivia replied keeping an even tone. She really didn't want to be playing this game with Jake.
"He killed Elise. Elise is dead." Jake responded. This caught Liv's attention. She felt bad, she knew Jake cared for her… they were married, which was something she felt uncomfortable about. However, she had never intended for her to be killed. "My wife she's dead he killed her. Actually it was you. You freed Rowan, Rowan put a bullet in her back know she is dead, so you killed her." Jake continued as pain and sorrow etched itself onto Liv's face. Jake was right. She didn't kill Elise, but she was responsible for her death and that was something she couldn't take back. "O, you didn't think about that. Do the math; factor in the people your father killed in the past, all those people, maybe estimate the dead people yet to come. Really Olivia you didn't think about the body count you'd rack up when you let a mass murder and his crazy sidekick out of prison."
"Jake. If I had known, if I had thought for even a second." Olivia started to explain herself, before she was interrupted.
"The woman I love killed the woman I used to love or the woman I used to love killed the woman I loved… I can't figure it out. I am so tired of being our Father's son." There it was again love and her in the same sentence. Olivia knew the way Jake felt about her, but she thought that maybe after she made her choice he would be able to move on. Olivia couldn't help but feel responsible for Jake's pain, but there was nothing she could do about it, he was hurting and placing a lot of blame on her shoulders, which she understood even if she didn't agree with it. Liv felt helpless because Jake was in so much pain, but she couldn't feel too bad for him because he was continuously attacking her over this situation. "But, you don't get tired do you. You just keep going, spreading like a plague. How does someone as brilliant as you and as accomplished as you not know what you are? Who you are?" Jake asked
"What?" Olivia asked after a moment of silence, intrigued to see what Jake's answer would be. Olivia had an idea of what Jake was trying to say, but she wanted to hear it from him.
"You…we all heard that Rowan gave up on you, a long time ago that he'd failed and that's why he started training us as these sons. But I think we got it wrong you just let a murder out of prison not for the good of the republic, but because you wanted to because it personally served you and I don't see any impeachment hearings and I don't see a wedding ring on that finger. You are Rowan's greatest achievement. You have become exactly the woman he raised you to be. Power hungry. Entitled. Dangerous. And the beauty of it is you don't even know it." Jake finished.
Olivia listened as Jake went on this rant, keeping an expressionless tone not wanting him to see what she was thinking, because the truth scared her. The more she sat there and listen to Jake rant about her father and who she was the more she heard the truth in his words and that was not something she wanted to think about. Olivia had spent her entire adult life striving to be better than her father and to hear that she had failed, that she was just like him, it hurt. Once Jake finished Olivia took a deep breath, she couldn't do this any longer. It was time for Jake to leave.
"You're grieving and I am so sorry for that, but I want you to go. NOW!" Olivia said as she stood up and glanced towards the door. She wanted Jake gone.
Jake got the message, as he stood up and made his way over to Liv. Olivia took a small step back as Jake approached her, but she knew deep down he wouldn't do anything to harm her. Jake simply moved closer to Liv, closing the gap between their bodies, he picked her chin up gently and softly placed his lips on hers as a goodbye kiss. Jake then preceded to leave knowing he had made is point clear, although he wasn't really sure of what he had accomplished, but he did feel better.
Olivia stood there shaking, in shock. Jake was always one to be brutally honest with her and most of the time she appreciated that, just not tonight. She didn't want to think about her father, she didn't want to think about Fitz, she didn't want to think about Jake she just wanted to be alone.
Olivia took a quick shower before putting on her pajamas and getting into the bed she had missed so much since moving into the White House. Liv tried to block out all her thoughts and focus on sleep, but it was heard. Between what Jake had said and everything going on in the White House and with Fitz her mind was running at a mile a minute and it was making it hard to sleep. That's all she wanted a good night's sleep where she didn't have to think about foreign affairs or Fitz finding out she let her dad out. Olivia's brained slowed down just long enough for her eyes to close and the thinking to stop.
