Hi, this is my first ever scandal fanfiction and the first time I have ever posted anything on despite being a huge scandal and fanfiction fan.

I have uploaded sort of an introduction of a fanfiction that I've had ideas of for a while.

I obviously don't own or have had no part in the creation of Olivia, Fitz, all other characters and scandal itself, that's all down to Shonda.

Hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think.

-SG.

The hand sitting in his own was familiar, comparably small yet not quite delicate enough to be correct. His fingers brushed across hers as she pulled her hand from his own and folded her arms across the tight red fabric of her dress. He turned to face her, giving her a questioning glance with a small frown that hopefully was undetected by the other few hundred guests in the large room. He watched as his wife beckoned for him to follow her a couple of feet away from the side of the dancefloor. He complied and leant back against a wall, softly touching the green and gold velvet of the drapes,

'Don't play with the curtains Fitz, you're not a child,' Mellie scolded in a hushed voice as she slapped his hand away from it before folding her arms once again and staring at him. His eyes bore back before he glanced over his shoulder,

'It's your birthday party Mellie, there are world leaders here, I don't have time to stand here in silence,' Fitz responded with a swift jerk of his head in the direction of the President of France who was currently twirling his wife around the dancefloor to the sounds of the live band.

Mellie rolled her eyes, 'you don't have the time to stand around with me at my birthday party but you have enough time to stand around in silence staring at Olivia.' She nodded her head at Fitz's blank stare. 'Don't worry, I'll entertain our guests.' Fitz let out a sigh as Mellie swept away, greeting a couple with a beaming smile and a signature flick of her hair. His eyes swept the room, searching for Olivia, searching for the long gold dress that had him captivated all evening, searching for the expressive chocolate eyes that only reflected his own sadness.

After a few moments his eyes were connected with hers, she quickly looked away, focusing back upon the man she was currently engaged into conversation with. Fitz frowned uncontrollably and grabbed a champagne flute from a waiter's silver tray as he passed him with a nod of his head as he stood against the wall simply observing the woman who held his heart from across the room. He swiftly gulped down the champagne as he watched the man invite her to dance, his eyes narrowed, positive that she wouldn't accept his kind offer and that she would instinctively giggle but reject his advances. Fitz's jaw clenched and his stomach knotted as he watched her accept the older mans offer as he led her to the dance floor. He grabbed another champagne flute as it passed him and gulped it down in one before placing the empty glass on the window ledge next to him as he watched candidly. The man's hand on the small of her back made his insides writhe, his other hand in hers. Fitz shook his head. This was all wrong.

He slumped down into a chair at an empty table, ignoring the glances from surrounding party guests as he cradled a small glass filled with scotch in his hand. Olivia was laughing. Not the same carefree, sweet sounding laugh she did when it was just her and him, it was her being mildly entertained laugh, but all the same, she was laughing with another man. He rubbed his hand over his face, feeling increasingly intoxicated as he swirled the amber liquid in its glass. He lifted his head slightly as he noticed someone pulling a chair up next to him and groaned as he saw a woman in his peripheral vision who was edging her seat closer to his.

'Mellie please not now.' He grumbled,

'Who said anything about Mellie?' A voice replied, Fitz scrunched his face in confusion as he turned his head to face the unrecognisable tone. His eyes widened slightly as his eyes settled upon a blonde woman in her 30s, 'sorry Mr. President, I should've introduced myself, I'm Naomi.' Fitz nodded, still somewhat bewildered by her identity as he took a sip of his scotch. 'I only started work in the White House last week, I work for Vice-President Langston's Chief of Staff,' she confirmed and he nodded his head.

He glanced around, clicking his fingers for a waiter and taking two glasses of champagne, handing one to Naomi and placing the other on the table in from of him. 'Call me Fitz.'