A/N: Hey guys! so im really nervous not so much because this is my first time writing because it's not but because I'm writing for such a passionate group of people. We all see on twitter how out fandom slays people for get Fitz and Olivia wrong so I'm going to try to do them justice. if you want to talk all things scandal with me, find me on twitter: lonni_renae oh! and shonda rhimes own the characters. it i owned them, they would have been married with three kids by now! lol

Enjoy ^_^

Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III walked into the debate auditorium with the note still folded in his hands. His friend and a fellow Harvard Professor Cyrus left it in his office saying to meet him here. It was the first debate of the year, or should he say the last debate of the summer break. The fall semester was upon them along with the smell of success for some and defeat for others.

Cyrus, of course was nowhere to be found. He never could arrive anywhere on time. A man on the stage was asking everyone to take their seats stating the debate was beginning. Fitz considered walking back to the entrance to wait for Cyrus there but decided against it. He could just text him in a minute. The moderator went through rules then brought out the first two debaters. Fitz really didn't pay attention to the debates. He really didn't want to be here and he could only guess why Cyrus would want to be here. He considered grabbing his stuff and leaving again but at that moment Cyrus walked in. Fitz silently waved him over and started in on him.

"Cy, why did you want me to come here?"

"I thought you would want to see Millicent"

"Why in the blue hell would you think that?" Fitz asked grabbing his coat and messenger bag.

"Look, we both know Millie has her eyes on you. Why don't you just try with her? You're a single guy, getting a little up in age. She's not that bad of a pers-"

"Oh no. She has gotten to you too. This woman can talk Satan into selling hell her if she had the chance. She'll get the chance soon after she dies."

"Well, that wasn't mean at all Fitz."

"Well, I can't stand her and you just wouldn't under-"

"Contestants 3 and 6, will you please prepare yourselves. You have received the argument and your positions on the issue have been agreed upon. You both will have 2 minutes to state you case and offer evidence. Will Contestant Number 3 please come to the podium and begin."

"Good Evening. Let me start with a question. If only American born citizens resided in this country, how much of our resources do you believe we would still have? According to census data collected just last year..."

"Jesus, it's Millicent." Fitz sighed aloud.

"There there. She only has 2 minutes to state her case. And she will be long gone. Besides, I'm ready to go now anyway. Hal was supposed to be in the debate but he had to pull out at the last-minute."

"Hal huh? And how does James feel about you coming to see Hal?

"He feels just fine...mainly because he doesn't know."

"Shady Cy. Very shady."

Cyrus laughs then replies, "What can I say? I'm young and a bit of a slut? James knew this before he married me."

"Maybe that's why he married you. but I'm sure he wants you to stop all that after you said I Do."

"What would you know about being married?"

"Nothing, but I'm sure somewhere in there you promised to be faithful."

"And I am. I have done nothing sexually with Hal."

"But if you are emotionally invested with him, that's just as bad."

"Oh look, your girlfriend has finished." Cyrus said when the audience clapped enthusiastically for Mellie. "She'll be a tough act to follow from the sound of this applause."

"She has them under her spell."

Cyrus rolled his eyes as he stood to his feet. "Whatever Grant. Goodnight."

"Contestant Number 6, please step up to the podium and begin when you are ready."

Fitz look down at his feet. His briefcase and jacket silently begging him to grab them and go. He leans down grabbing ahold the jacket when he hears it.

"The opposing side opened with If only America born citizens resided in this country, how much of our resources do you believe we would still have? To answer your question Mellicent, the answer is less than we have now. Not limited to Hispanics but open to Africans, Caribbean and Europeans and other foreign country born citizens have contributed to the betterment of the United States. Take Jesus Pableo..."

Fitz's adam's apple bobbed in this throat as a floatywould in a pool full of kids splashing in it. His chest constricted and his eyes focused on the woman talking. He had not heard a word Mellie said after the first ten seconds but he was sure to hear the entire 2 minutes of this contestant. He couldn't remember her number but he could see a small six pinned to her debate jacket. She was had dark brown maybe even black hair with bangs slight combed to the side with a neat bun at the base of her neck on the left side also. His eyes flowed over face as she continued her speech. Her eyes were so perfectly round. God must have a taken a whole day just to make her eyes alone. They led to the cutest button nose that sat right above a set of lips that even Cyrus would want to kiss. They were plump and the color of blush probably from lipstick she applied. He could not imagine this woman getting nervous and turning shade of pink and red. Her neck was beautiful sculpted and feminine, unlike none any other that he had seen. Her debate jacket and the podium hide the rest of her body but he was sure it was just as great as the parts he could see.

"You can make the claim that illegal immigrants come to this country and use its resources and give nothing back but pain and crime but the truth is we would not have many of the resources such as wind and solar-powered inventions, cures for diseases and everyday items that you use had it not been the opportunities of the American dream to help cultivate those foreign "nuisance" as the opposing side called them. Thank you."

The audience stood to their feet and cheered loudly. Mellie was trying to contain her anger, but to Fitz she was doing a horrible job."

"After consideration, we give the debate to Contestant 6. Congratulations. Ladies please shake hands."

Mellie stepped up to the podium and grudgingly held her hand out. Olivia took ahold of it, and shook it firmly adding a nod and a small smile.

Fitz ripped open his messenger bag looking for the crumbled up program. Surely, they would have the name of the contestants in it. He glanced until he reached the bottom.

"...Millicent Van Kinney representing the faculty and Harvard Senior Olivia Pope represent the student body."

He looked to the stage just has Olivia was shaking hands with the judges and politely nodding.

"Olivia Pope."