Sun Under the Horizon

by Gladiator0717

You never know what to expect in DC. People come into your life that you never thought would change you. Olivia worked, she worked and the only people we worried about were her clients and her gladiators. The last thing she expected was for a man to come in and change everything that she stood for. She was Olivia Carolyn Pope, but he was Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III.

Authors Note-

Hey everyone! This is my very first Scandal fan-fic! I keep telling myself that this story will follow the story line but go more in depth with each character but, honestly, I will probably get too caught up in Olivia and Fitz and decide to just make them happy and say "Screw the story line." I welcome reviews! Please, please tell me what you like and what you don't like. If there is anything that you would like to see, or think could have been written better just let me know. Here is the first chapter, I hope you all enjoy.

Love,

Your Gladiator

**Disclaimer** If I owned Scandal, Olivia and Fitz would already be in Vermont with smushy babies

Vermont

This was the dream, their dream They had finally found Vermont and despite everything before this moment here he was. The sun was shining, and she could see its reflection off the water. Small, slow ripples shot across the lake in even increments reminding her that there was a breeze. Vermont was beautiful year-round but there was something about Vermont in spring that was breathtaking, life changing even. It had something to do with way that the trees were blooming in wake of a cold and snowy winter. Greens, reds, yellows covering as far as she could see. From the moment the sun rose to the moment it set birds were chirping and active, their love-songs filling the air and making a perfect companion to the days that her and Fitz chose to stay inside. It was peaceful. It was Vermont.

Even down on one knee Fitz wasn't much shorter than she. He was tall and confident and everything she ever wanted. She had heard what the public was saying years ago when the first rumors of their affair had come out. It wasn't such a big deal that The President of The United States was having an affair, the problem was that he was having an affair with a black woman that was half his age, which was just a bit of an exaggeration. To them though, none of it mattered. The age difference meant nothing, the color of their skin meant nothing, but most importantly their pasts meant nothing. Fitzgerald Grant still loved her, he loved her and he was proving it to her right now. She loved him, she was never good at saying it but there was no doubt in her mind or heart that she loved the man kneeled before her. When she finally managed to look back down at him, his cerulean gaze was fixed on her as if they weren't standing in the most beautiful place on earth. It was like nothing existed but her. It was a look that she would never get tired of seeing.

"I am not the girl that the guy gets at the end of the movie," as confident as she tried to be, she couldn't keep her voice from shaking.

"I know, but marry me anyway."