Summary: This is set when Rowan tells Olivia that Fitz will not see a second term (3x11). Quinn is not in B6-13, she and Huck are a thing. The shooting has not happened and Olivia has come to terms with the fact that she will always love Fitz and that its never over between them. Dont worry the shooting will happen just at a different point in time. Jerry and Karen are still young, Jerry is 8 and Karen is 6. I also changed a bit of (ugh I hate saying her name) Mellie's past. She did get raped but she also had an affair with Andrew Nichols. So Fitz wasnt the first one to cheat. Rant Alert! Okay so I hate that in Scandal they make it seem like Fitzgerald was the one that fucked up their marriage. Mellie was the one that denied him love AND sex! I mean really! A man like that cant be denied sex (love too but more sex). I mean his libido is out of this fucking world. Anyway, they make it seem like its his fault their marriage sucks but really its Mellie's. She denied him love and sex, she was so stupid and insecure that she didnt tell him that his son of a bitch father raped her, she was the one that pulled away from HIM! Not the other fucking way around I mean really! Im not saying Fitz is not at fault here. He still committed adultery and thats obviously wrong but if you think about it if Mellie had just told him they could have worked through and moved on. They're marriage, I cant say would be the same because who knows. He still might have cheated but at least their marriage would have had a fighting chance. Jesus, I dont get it! Obviously I cant really do anything about it considering I own nothing except this plot but still! Rant over. Sorry about that. I went a little crazy. Exams are coming up and Im a tad worn out. This is obviously Olitz ^-^ Its all centered on how Olivia reacted, it might be OOC. I find it hard to really capture Olivia. If Im going about it wrong please tell me and I'll try my hardest to change it. If not then sit back, relax, and enjoy what I have to offer.

"I know what happened I came here to apologize to you, to say that I'm sorry Dad."

Olivia's tone was assertive yet genuine. Despite her past with the man that sat next to her on the park bench , if he can even be called a man, he was her father. He was her father and without him she wouldnt exist. Sitting there, his expression impassive, he spoke,

"You know what happened,"

He chuckled, a bitter sound as a smile spread across his face, though as soon as it appeared it was gone being replaced yet again by that same stoic expression,

"You have no idea what happened. You have no idea what is currently happening. You are skipping around in a field full of bombs and mistaking them for daisies."

He turned to look at his daughter, his eyes staring boring into hers. Olivia couldnt read them, his eyes were emotionless and for a moment she thought how a man like this could exist. How could a man like this really bear to be alive? She didnt pity him, no, she sympathized for him. Though, all that sympathy she felt for the man before her, the words he uttered next made her heart stop cold in her chest,

"This, dear, sweet child is what happened. The married man you cant seem to stay away from had me abducted and locked me up in chains and spoke to me about the way you taste while he allowed the terrorist who snaked her way into my marriage bed to clear you as air space! What happened was, the man you screw betrayed me by freeing the woman that gave birth to you as a bargaining chip! What happened was, the man that defiled you also defiled an organization that I gave my soul to build. That is what happened. What is currently happening is that President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III has made an enemy, the worst kind of enemy because I know all his secrets. I know where every body is buried, and the greatest weapon I can use against him coincidentally calls me Dad. Uncommon valor was a common virtue, but the thing about that quote Olivia is that it is from the good old days. It no longer applies. Today everyone is afraid, everyone should be afraid. The President should be very afraid, and if I were you Olivia I would be terrified. I would pick up whatever chips you have left and run as far away as possible from that burning building known as the White House. Run, Olivia, run because mark my words Fitzgerald Grant is not going to make it to the end of his term."

Olivia could only stare at him, at the self built monster before her. Her voice was lost, her eyes searching for something in his, anything that she could use as his weakness and yet she found none. Her blood ran cold as his the severity his words held sank in. Her mind was buzzing, she was speechless. All she could think of was the outcome if he succeeded. All she could think about was Fitz.

Fitz.

Fitz.

Fitz.

Fitz.

She tried to call his bluff using the only words she could manage to construct,

"You wouldnt dare."

He replied almost instantly,

"Watch me."

Elijah "Rowan" Pope stood up and began to walk away, his daughter watching every step until he stood behind her,

"Start grieving now Olivia. Rend your garments, curse the heavens it will save you time down the road. But first, run."

And with that , he was gone. Olivia only sat there staring, all sorts of scenarios running through her mind. She thought about the outcome, she thought about the damage, every little detail played out in her mind, but primarily...she thought of the man she loved.

Fitz.

Fitz.

Fitz.

Fitz.

"Fitz."

Her voice was barely a whisper, going unnoticed by the other residents of the park. To anyone else that name would be meaningless, to anyone else that name wouldnt hold any significant value, but to her...To Olivia Carolyn Pope that name meant everything. That name sent her heart and body ablaze whenever it dared touch her lips. That name was her everything, her endgame, the love of her life.

"Fitz."

Her voice, louder but still soft, wavered. She would not cry. Right now, she had to be a Gladiator. Gladiators Do. Not. Cry. Her mind snapped into action, seeking out a plan, any plan, that could prevent the fire that was about to burn the White House to the ground. She thought of everything and anything. Finally,coming to a conclusion, she stood up and went towards her destination. She whipped out her phone and punched a number,

"Liv."

"24 hours."

"Liv?"

"Im letting you off your leash for 24 hours."

"Liv..."

"I need you to get me some information on Elijah "Rowan" Pope. I want everything. I know we've already been through this but I need more. Anything you find, no matter how small, is crucial. Do whatever you need to do. "

Her voice was powerful, like the Gladiator she was.

"Liv thats..."

"Can you do it?"

"Of course, anything for you Liv."

"Thank you Huck. If anyone asks where I am..."

"I'l tell them you're handling something."

"Thank you Huck."

"Anything for you Liv."

Liv hung up the phone and put it back in her purse. Her Gladiator face was on, she looked ready to fight.