"Are you sure, Sir?"

Fitz nodded and smiled, "It's fine Tom, it's a library. Plus you said yourself, they've swept the place, twice and there are security teams standing by and monitoring the building at all times. I know it's unorthodox but that's the deal." He pulled down his sunglasses and entered the revolving doors, "See you in two hours!"

This was always the longest wait. Like waiting for water after a week of dehydration. When he finally stepped off the platform onto the cool marble floors of the library, he sighed in relief. This was the one place he could relax and be himself. He knew he wouldn't be getting any work done today. It had been a month since his last visit and his heart ached for the pages.

He began his usual routine, hands in his pockets he wandered the shelves, marvelling at the old and weather covers of the classics. He always loved these moment, when he felt closest to her, like she lived beneath these shelves and wall, she was a story yet to be written. One day, maybe.

He could never help himself. He reached up traced his fingers over the spines, he knew them like a heartbeat. He stopped and sighed as he caressed their covers, reaching for her favourite, the story she read him over and over again, however he halted when he heard a cough behind him.

He turned to see her, short and stunning, her hair tied to one side and her form concealed and flattered by the white shirt and black jeans that hugged her legs. She looked irritated as she frowned and crossed her arms across her chest, her schoolbag leaning against her feet.

"Can I help you?" She asked, she couldn't make him out in the afternoon shadows but he was tall and somewhat imposing, his hair rippling across his head. She twitched her head as she heard him laugh, "Sir, I don't think this is very funny, that's a 1st edition of Peter Pan, one of only 40 in the US and the only one in the state, it's not protocol for members of the public to touch. You shouldn't even be in here! This is the special collections unit, it's only for authorised personnel and I wouldn't mind betting you're no older than me, despite your height, so now you've had your fun, it's time to gather up your things and get going."

He placed the book back on it's shelf and shook his head, trying to hide his grin, "You must be new."

"And how'd you figure that?"

"I come here a lot. They're alright with it upstairs, they know I'm here."

She hesitated. It took her a few moments before she figured it out…she knew that voice, it was often blaring from the television screen in her living room, along with his father's. She froze. Oh no.

He slowly stepped out from the shadows, coming into the light he was far more handsome than any camera could capture, his eyes alight, his mouth brimming with glee and his frame built beautifully as if sculpted by a greek. "Your not…..you can't be…"

He nodded and smiled, "Afraid so."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry… they told me to come in here, I'm the new intern here, it's my first day and oh my god. I'm so sorry. Sorry. Um, I'll just go now. Sorry, again!" She stumbled as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulders, Fitz on the other hand was quick and slipped in front of her.

"Please, wait!" She stopped, still blushing and mortified but halted nonetheless. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, it was nice." She looked confused as he lost himself in her eyes, only to snap back and finish his sentence, "You putting me in my place, I mean, people are never really open and honest with me. It's refreshing." He ran his hand through his hair, seeing she was still very much in shock and then began again, "look, can we just start again? From scratch? And we're not anything, just two people who happened to meet in the library, okay?" She nodded as he sighed triumphantly and stuck out his hand, "I'm Fitz, it's a pleasure meet you."

She smiled shyly and gripped him softly, feeling the warmth of him and the jolt of energy passing through them. She shook herself as she remembered her words, "Olivia Pope."

They withdrew an stood awkwardly for a moment before he laughed, "not very appreciative of you Ms. Pope, I did say it was a pleasure, aren't you supposed to say something like that in return?"

"What are you, British?" She smirked

"Hey!" He laughed, feigning offence.

"You said you wanted honesty!"

He nodded and grinned, "That I did."

"So you come here often, huh?" She probably wasn't supposed to ask but the rule book was officially gone and neither seemed to mind.

"Yeah, although I haven't been in a while, my Father's needed me around the past few weeks."

She understood, everyone knew what a public relations crisis was upon them and he was crucial to retaining his father's spotless image.

"It must be difficult." She conceded and his brows knitted together.

"Being the President's son? Yeah, comes with a few occupational hazards." He joked, although the light in his eyes dimmed slightly and she could tell he his his pain well.

"No, I didn't mean that. I meant being away from this place so long." She gestured to the world around her and inhaled heavily, breathing in the smells of thousands of stories waiting to be read and loved, to be understood.

"Yeah, it is." He sighed as he took in the sight. She knew. She got it. And he was breathless.

They stood there for a moment, gazing at the other and loosing one another in their eyes, they felt each other in ways nobody had before and their souls soared at the connection. He stepped towards her, ensuring the space between them was enough to feel her presence full but ensure she was comfortable.

"You're not like I thought you'd be." She whispered and he raised his eyebrows, teasing.

"You've been thinking about me a lot then?" And she blushed momentarily, blinking rapidly.

"You know that's not what I meant!" She countered, if they were friendlier she would have punched him playfully in the arm but her nerves kept her at bay.

He shrugged, "A man can hope."

"Aren't you only 16?" She teased back, brushing over the previous comment.

"And your point?"

She tilts her head from side to side, "Not sure you qualify as 'man' status yet."

With this he scoffs, "And you can talk, you don't exactly measure up to most women."

"Was that a dig at my height?"

"Maybe…"

"Only my friends are allowed to make digs at my height." She glowered, jokingly and they shared a laugh.

"I guess we must be friends then." He murmured and they quieted, holding the moment in time and pressing it close against them.

"I guess so."

They were interrupted by his watch beeping rapidly, as he sighed and spoke into it, "I'm on my way." He then relaxed and spoke softly to Olivia, "I have to go, friend."

She shrunk back sightly, adjusting her bag and meet him with a polite smile, "I know, friend."

She bobbed her head at him, "It was nice to meet you ."

"Likewise, Ms. Pope."

She shook her head, "Liv, my friends call me Liv."

"Mmm.." he hummed, considering her, "I prefer Livy, can I call you Livy?"

"Are you asking as friend, or the Presidents son?"

"What do you think?"

She glanced at him, taking him in and mulling him over, "Livy for private and Olivia anywhere else."

"That sounds fair, so I guess I'll be seeing you around then?" He hoped and prayed silently but she only saw it flicker over his face, yet even this gave her cause to blush.

"I guess so."

He teeth were exposed through the broad stretch of his grin and he basked in her glow, their glow, they could light up towns with the power coursing between them. Yet again they are interrupted by the beeping at his wrist and he groan at the shackle around his life.

"Goodbye Livy." And he turned to leave but he stopped as he heard her in a voice only just above a whisper, "Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting."

"J.M Barrie, Peter Pan." He mumbled and she giggled, "It would be impossible to forget you Livy." He threw her one last jaw dropping smile as he winked, "That's an original Fitz Grant."

She exhaled and slid down against the bookshelf, reliving the moments again and again in her head.

As he exited the library he felt a sense of the world dimming as he returned back to earth. He'd been floating above everything with Olivia Pope, above duty and boundaries, rules and conventionality. It was fatal and intoxicating and he was addicted.

He turned the corner to see Tom standing at the door of the sleek black car, with a knowing look lighting his eyes and a sick that said he'd heard everything.

"Good evening, Sir."

He nodded, "Tom." and entered the vehicle as the door opened, hearing Tom stifle his laughter at the goofy look plastered all over his face.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" He said, dreamily staring out the window and not noticing the scenery they drove by. Everything was clouded with her.

"If you say so Sir." Tom replied formally and Fitz rolled his eyes, "It's okay Tom, I need my guy friend now, not my secret service. Can we just talk?"

Tom relaxed a little and smirked, "She's very pretty, Sir."

"That's more like it." He chuckled and then sobered slightly, "Why'd you let her in?"

Tom shrugged, "Soon as we spotted her we did a background check but she's clean as a whistle, and as she said, it was her first day on the job, she wasn't harming anything, well, except maybe your pride." He jabbed and Fitz shook his head, "Why does everyone think they can pick on me today?"

"Was I too informal Sir? I apologise, I've overstepped the mark." Tom straightened and became as stoic as possible within seconds as Fitz groaned.

"No, Tom! I was joking, that's what friends do!" He sighed as Tom remained unmoved, he wasn't like Liv who simply got how to behave and settled, everyone else kept the pretence and meanwhile she wasn't fooled or clouded by formalities, she was real.

As they pulled up at the White House, Fitz knew that the week would creep slower than ever until he was allowed another visit to his sanctuary, but more importantly, to his new friend, Olivia Pope.

I know I probably shouldn't be starting another story, Uni is busting my lady balls and I'm knee deep in reading, papers and group assignments and my other stories but I couldn't get this out of my head. Maybe it's a one shot? I don't know, we'll see. I have to say, I've felt a little bit uninspired by all the lack of Olitz lately, mind you, I haven't seen the latest ep so let me know if (as Fitz would say) there's hope? And if so, I wanna talk about what hope means!

Okay, I'll stop now.

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Much love and many hugs,

Sam