hi guys! so this story will only be a few chapters long but I hope you enjoy it. im a bit rusty with my writing but let me know what you think
President Mellie Grant's inauguration ball has now come to an end with the president and her children leaving the ballroom.
The news report flashes across Olivia Pope's screen as she sits down in front of her television after leaving Cyrus at the Lincoln Memorial. She sighs at finally getting some peace after the most emotional day. The man she has loved in the shadows for 9 years has left for Vermont without her to live his post presidency life.
Olivia sips her wine as she watches her usual nightly news cycle, knowing her life tomorrow will be a storm - being the new chief of staff and command of B613. Her decisions in the past few days has officially changed her life and has left OPA in Quinn's hands.
Olivia turns off the television when she finds herself exhausted, getting up from her sofa and putting her wine glass in the sink before she heads to bed. Her eyes shut to Cyrus's words ringing in her head.
The most powerful person in the world
3 months past in a whirlwind with the Grant administration getting hold of the White House and Olivia Pope dealing with President Grant and B613 obligations.
Her heels echo down the quiet west wing halls towards the Oval, everyone mostly gone for the night and except for the staffers that have to stay while the President is still in the oval.
Olivia walks into the oval without knocking, her hands full of files, "Mellie, we have to release a statement about your military-
Mellie puts her hand up, the phone pressed to her ear and shooting Olivia a glance that reads 'shut up'. Olivia goes quiet and sets the files down, crossing her arms and waiting patiently for Mellie to finish on the phone.
"Yes she's here. Barging into my office just like she did with you." Mellie says, shaking her head as she glances at Olivia.
Olivia's heart beat picks up, knowing it's Fitz on the other side of the phone. Only speaking twice since he left, the conversations just brief and asking how one another are doing.
"Fitz says hello." Mellie says, nodding and finishing it quiet off that the two aren't together.
"Hello." Olivia says quietly, nodding and grabbing her files, "I'll come back in the morning. Goodnight." Olivia says, leaving and shutting the door behind her.
She scrambles into her office, shutting her eyes tight to stop the tears from forming. Her heart aching for Fitz even through the wall she has built over the past 3 months.
"Keep it together." She snaps at herself, putting the files on her desk and grabbing her purse and light coat. She leaves the White House that night with fresh need to see the man she loves.
Olivia changes into a silk white cami top and matching pajama pants, pouring herself a glass of wine as the microwave reheats the lasagna she had yesterday for dinner. Not eating a lot at night due to the late nights. She settles down in bed, her bed surrounding her and comforting her. Her cell phone rings on her nightstand table with Fitz's name on the caller ID.
Her internal battle took over, wondering if she should answer it or not. Her heart screaming to answer but her stomach telling her to ignore it because she is okay now. Her phone was pressed to her ear the next second, taking a deep breath but not saying anything. His breathing heard over the line.
"Olivia?" His baritone voice asks, hearing her soft breathes but confused by her not saying anything.
"Yes?" She asks, sitting up in bed and swallowing hard. Not wanting to reopen the book of heartbreak.
"Your father visited me the other day." Fitz says carefully, needing to find a way to approach the conversation. Fitz sits in the backyard of the Vermont house, sighing and sipping his whiskey. The grounds quiet and peaceful - all that he's ever wanted.
Olivia blinks, "What?" She says, confused by her father's actions.
"Mmhmm. You know it's so beautiful here. So quiet." Fitz whispers, looking up at stars in the night sky.
"Fitz. Off topic." Olivia says shortly, shaking her head and sipping her wine.
"Oh right. Anyways, he stopped by on Tuesday. We shared some wine and he told me something interesting." Fitz says, keeping his anger and frustration under control.
Olivia closes her eyes tight, angry at her father because she knows exactly what he did.
"And?" Olivia asks, not giving in to his game and getting out of bed. Pacing her bedroom as she waits for Fitz to say the information she knows.
"Well I'm sorry command for being so slow." Fitz snaps, frustration boiling over and flowing into his words. Not understanding how she goes from telling him that B613 ruined her life to now running it.
"I told my father never to cross me again. And he did." Olivia says, pacing her bedroom and trying to figure out a solution.
"Come on, don't you dare pull this shit. You cannot kill your own father. What needs to happen is you coming here to explain to me why you did this and ruined our future." Fitz says, his voice full of frustration and heart break.
Olivia laughs at him, "Fitz, you don't know Washington anymore. I'm Command before I'm his daughter. Now that you know, you should stay away so you don't cross me." Olivia warns, sitting on the foot of her bed, never thinking she would be threatening the man who has saved her countless times.
Fitz goes quiet, her words replaying in her head. Not actually believing that his Olivia is threatening his life, "Right." He snaps, hanging up and staring out at the acres of land that was supposed to be theirs.
