Seven arduous, sluggish, treacherous months elapsed since Olivia Pope left D.C. Fitzgerald Grant presently endured five months into his sophomore term. The misery consumed him like a wrongfully accused man in prison except he wasn't wrongfully accused and he was serving a four year sentence known as his presidency. Fitzgerald tried not to think of her. The women who he's done nothing but give abundant amounts of affection but never seemed to care. He desired to pursue his delirium but after a profound conception of the idea he hesitated knowing Cyrus would disapprove. Mellie's well-being often compared to a yo-yo. She experienced highs and lows. The death of Jerry steered Fitz and Mellie's relationship towards a more positive direction. His awareness of the rape engendered him to regard Mellie with more respect, with this came more emotionally charged conversations which built trust. It felt peculiar having a true sense of serenity with Mellie. Having a truce and growing stronger from last year was odd.
Fitz had been a relentless politician. Passing more and more bills, acts, and laws than any other president in the 21st century. He became more efficient, dynamic, and systematic; America was evolving. He considered the theory that Cyrus fed to him; Olivia's absence was favorable for the stability of America. Cyrus indoctrinated Fitz into believing that Olivia's absence actually benefited America. Fitz knew better, he had full comprehension of why the country was prospering it was because of his spare time. Without constantly defying security protocols to see Olivia; he decided to use the affection he shared for Olivia and used it toward making history. Essentially it was brilliance. The centrists were content; libertarians and liberal were beginning to accept right ideas and conservatives were understanding left ideas. President Grant had began a revolution of uniting the GOP and Dem's
Sitting in the Oval Office he had just finished signing a bill. Mellie entered into his office bringing with her Cyrus. Both of their countenance's looked serious. There was several moments of quietude before Cyrus spoke up.
"Sir, we have a situation" Cyrus said bringing him into a moment of panic.
" Can you elaborate?" Fitz asked standing up walking closer to the duo.
"Olivia Pope" Mellie said in a low pitched voice. Thousands of questions formed in his mind.
"What about Olivia?" Fitz questioned his wife cooly.
"She's come back" Cyrus replied
Fitz stood there unchanged by this news. He proceeded to sit down at his desk. Cyrus was astonished at his demeanour.
"Fitz, Olivia Pope is back in D.C." Mellie reiterated.
"And? How does this pertain to me?" Fitz said avoiding making eye contact with Mellie.
"She was your mistress for Pete sakes. It very well pertains to you" Cyrus said getting angry.
"Not anymore" Fitz said not giving Cyrus his full attention.
"Okay well sorry we bothered you" Cyrus said looking at Mellie. Leaving the Oval Office they continued their conversation.
"You know what this could do to his presidency. He's done outstanding this term" Mellie said whispering.
"I understand Mellie I do. Just know that Fitz is needing less of my advice nowadays" Cyrus said before he was interrupted.
"It will ruin him. He will drink more than ever and our relationship will shatter because Olivia Pope has entered back into the picture" Mellie expressed frustrated.
"Mellie, it's his prerogative to know a women he is...was in love with is no longer absent but indeed made her presence back to D.C." Cyrus said quietly making sure no one could hear their conversation. Mellie acknowledged what he said and moved on to another one of many issues she dealt with that day.
Fitz back in his office pondered over what Cyrus disclosed to him about Olivia. Taking a sip of scotch he came to a conclusion about what he would do concerning Olivia's homecoming.
He made a decision; pursuing Olivia would put the country in a tailspin, he would no longer be able to focus because his emotions would get the best of him. Fitz despised how he started thinking; he was not thinking like himself but like a political beast with no expressions and that title rightfully did not suit Fitz. It was Cyrus. Fitz urgently needed a decision to choose. Either he go after Olivia or let her go definitively for the third time. It was necessary that Fitz thought of himself. He spent five months making sure that his term started off well and he owed it to himself to cautiously contemplate on what concept to act on. As he drew a blank he sat down on his couch. He reminisced to the days of Olivia running around the White House instructing reporters and journalist, attending meetings, he even remembered the first time he told her he loved her. But that could not happen anymore, he had a duty to his country no matter how appealing love enticed, America demanded his full regard. He already let them down in his first term with moral failing, he refused to let his feelings deter the country. Getting up from the couch he poured himself another glass of scotch. Letting the taste burn his mouth, he felt isolated in his office, he felt like he could only rely on his months old scotch to get him through.
A knock arose from the door, "Come in" President Grant allowed sipping his scotch.
"Mr. President we have Olivia Pope on the line" Tom said holding the phone under his crossed arm. Fitz clenched his mouth together before answering. His heart began to pump faster. He sighed emphatically.
"Tell Ms. Pope, I'm busy with Mellie" Fitzgerald thought up quickly. He failed to notice how grave that rejoinder was.
"Sir, she said she really needs to speak with you" Tom insisted giving him the phone.
"Hang up" President Grant commanded. He figured hanging up was the best thing to do.
Fitz strolled over to his master suite in the White House seeing Mellie in a slumber. Fitz was slightly inebriated and irrationally formulated the idea to find his record player and listen to music. Finding it hidden under some old sweaters in one of many drawers. He found an old record that had some of his favorite songs. He sat on the ground torturing himself with doleful love songs.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away.
Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away.
Mellie woke up seeing the distress, agony, and defeat on Fitzgerald's face as he replayed the song over and over again.
(A/N: I don't know if I should continue with this story or just let it be a one shot, let me know what you think of this story. Review!)