Olivia Pope couldn't help but think back at her decisions that brought her here. At 22 years old she had already seen and done so much damage, but this was unthinkable. Her Fitz, the man she was terrified of, but had come to need in her life was bleeding before her. Thank god her instincts had taken over. Outside she heard the commotion of her brother and cousin chasing down the shooter, she was kneeling next to the bleeding form of Fitzgerald Grant. Her sister was kneeling next to her holding Fitz down as Olivia plunged the needle and thread right into the flesh of his arm. She'd done this before of course. At home, in her old life, the one that had chased her down despite all her father's promises. The ones that didn't matter now, especially not if Fitz got an infection or lost too much blood to recover properly.
If the choices she made in her old life brought her to this moment, than the choices she'd made in the last few months had brought him to this moment. When she first met him and he perused her she knew it was too soon. What she had built was too fragile. She had only "died" three years ago. Just in time for her to leave for college. Yet here she was, back to where she started. With the pop of a gun she was back to the twelve year old girl that dragged the body of one of her fathers men, she didn't even know which at the time, into her mother's kitchen. But this wasn't that. This couldn't be that. Not with Fitz. This wasn't her mothers kitchen, it couldn't be. The man in her mothers kitchen had died.
Fitz moaned half conscious, as his eyes flickered open and peered at her she saw pain, but also trust. There was no way he was going to ask why we weren't bringing him to the hospital, he didn't need to. Whatever she chose would be right. She was his Livvy, she would take the pain away. Though he was barely conscious when Olivia pierced his skin once again, his body jumped and Claudia, Olivia's sister was there in an instant holding him down and unnecessarily telling her to hurry up.
By time she finished Fitz had completely lost consciousness, thank god. He had been shot in the arm, it was a through and through, but from witnessing numerous gun shots she knew no matter how insignificant they hurt like a bitch. Without saying a word to her sister she moved and put his head in her lap and started stroking his curls and forming her next plan of action.
Pretty soon she heard banging near the door and just as quickly as the sound came her sister pulled out a gun and aimed it firmly, but almost casually at the entrance. She had the posture of a person that had held another at gun point one too many times. "Claudia, Livia?" Michaels voice broke the silence. Her big brother. The one man outside of Fitz that she trusted implicitly, his voice broke her out of her revere as Claudia lowered her weapon. Michael walked in followed by her right hand man and cousin Huck. "The rest of the men are taking care of the shooter, looks like there was only one. I guess they figured you wouldn't be hard to drop."
Michael cut to the chase, jaded by his upbringing. "Facts are to be expressed neatly and expatiated. Sugarcoating is a waste of time," she could hear her fathers voice, even as children when they weren't privy to the business things were not explained softly. "Aunt Verna died today." No time to tell us she is in a better place or it was painless. Just the facts and move on. That's how her father worked, her mother tried to have a softer hand, but she was raised for the life and wasn't ever very successful at evading her nature.
"Can we," breathe Liv you need to breathe "Can I take him home now? Get some alcohol on this, get him in a real bed?" Olivia looked to her brother for an answer. His reply wouldn't tell her if she would be moving Fitz or not just whether or not she would be doing it alone. "Yeah Liv as soon as we get the all clear. Who's place is closer his or yours?" Huck answered her before Michael could object to helping the outsider. No one knew how deep Olivia's feelings went for Fitz, except for Huck. He was capable of looking at the whole picture, and what he saw immediately told him that the man laying in his cousins lap was not a stranger that could be dropped off at the hospital and paid off later. Michael and Claudia moved to the door both with their hands ready to pull a gun, but relaxed in posture so as not to alert anyone to their intentions. This time they were not to threaten but to protect.
After a silent wait Michael was alerted that they could leave. Olivia didn't take her eyes off Fitz watching as her cousin and brother threw his dead weight over their shoulders and started for the door, following her lead. When she finally had her back turned her released a silent sob that she had been holding in since Fitz yelled, "gun" and pushed her out of the way.