We Can't Take Command

I decided to write this story based around the finale and focusing on events that follow after Rowan single handedly dismantles B613. This is basically what I was hoping would happen, what I expected and no, this story is not about ships or Olivia's love life, it is about Rowan and his shortcomings. It will feature the other characters too, mainly Rowan and Olivia of course. At the moment, it's best for the readers to stay a little in the dark just in case any one is confused. More will be revealed as you read. Italics = flashbacks, visions and daydreams.

Today was the day, the day everything would change. Her fathers reign of terror would finally come to a conclusion and she didn't care how it happened, as long as it did. She stood outside of the room huddled with Jake and David discussing how the trial should go.

"The grand jury needs to hear about Remington, Remington the president shooting down that plane, its not spies killing spies, not some dictator being murdered, it was the taking of 320 lives by a world leader, it was the cover up of that atrocity by a us senator so that his son could be governor and then president and then it was the birth of B613, its not the big gun but it's the only gun worth firing." David explained to Jake.

Jake had been quiet the whole time, he kept his eyes on Olivia, just studying her and wondering to himself if she still wanted to go through with this. He decided to finally speak. "I'll do whatever you want me to do." He assured her.

Olivia glanced at him with uncertainty written all over her face. "We have one goal, to bring down my father, to bring down B613, so you tell the truth, the whole truth no matter what happens, no mater who gets hurt." She demanded.

"Okay, they should be ready for us now. Lets go Jake" David said whilst he opened the door to the court room. Jake followed him in.

So there she was, sat outside the court house waiting for Jake to finish his testimony. Everything inside of her was hoping and praying things had gone to plan, that he'd told the truth and nothing more, nothing less. She'd be lying she said a small part of her was regretting it, no matter what he did, he was still her father at the end of the day, her flesh and blood. But the thought of every evil deed he'd committed, the pain he'd conflicted upon her, the people he had constantly hurt, she knew deep down it was the right thing to do, no matter the risks or repercussions that would occur.

Meanwhile at the White House

Liz and Fitz were sat on the couch discussing what was next on the agenda for Mellie's campaign whilst she was slowly pacing up and down running her hands through her hair.

"Are you okay? You seem and little shaken up." Liz asked Mellie whilst she checked her schedule on her tablet.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Mellie lied. How could she be okay at the time like this, especially considering what just happened.

"What is this?" she asked as the supposed millionaire, whose name she had already forgotten, handed her a folder she opened, only to find photographic evidence of her illicit affair with Vice President Andrew Nichols.

"Those are pictures of you and Vice President Nichols doing things you shouldn't be doing. And this.." He said as he turned the page. "this is the file, the Remington file which is filled with things your husband shouldn't be doing." he ends with a sinister laugh.

"Uhm, Elizabeth, could you give us a moment please?" She kindly but anxiously asked.

"Of course." Liz said as she stood up and left the room to give Mellie the privacy she asked for."

Mellie slammed the file down on the coffee table in front of her and stood before him. "What do you want? She asked gritting through her teeth.

The man took a menacing step towards her"Don't ask me what I want, ask me what I need."

Mellie took a look on him with disgust all over her face. "What do you need?" She asked again in a similar tone as before.

Rowan gave her a sinister smile. "A list."

Mellie was still pacing back and forth in the room.

"And also you have dinner tonight with the Mayor of Newport News." Liz reminded her as she wrote something down.

"Fitz...I." Mellie stuttered as she slowly stepped towards him.

"This is your moment, you're so close, you can smell, the victory, you feel like climbing the walls" He softly told her cutting her off before resting his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "What else is on the agenda?" He asked Liz

She looked back down at the tablet in her hand and began to scroll. "Uhm, we've got radio spots in 20 with local affiliates and dinner tonight with mayor of Newport news."

At that point, Mellie couldn't hold it in any more. She knew leaving this issue alone and not seeking help would resolve in things getting out of hand. She had to tell Fitz as soon as possible. "LIZ WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND GET OUT!" Mellie yelled as she looked towards Elizabeth. She thought it was a little harsh, well beyond harsh but the matter t hand was more important than her campaign at the moment. She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and smoothed down her skirt. Toning her voice down a little she opened her mouth to apologise to Liz but she had left the room before she got the chance.

"Why the hell did you speak to her like that?!" He demanded raising his hand towards the door Elizabeth had just exited.

"Because I need to talk to you and I couldn't do it with her in the room!" Mellie yelled back. He could tell something huge was bothering her by her stance. He calmed himself a little and walked over to her.

"What's the matter? Is t the campaign? Because..."

She took a deep sigh before cutting him off. "No, it's not the campaign."

"Then what is it?"

She sat down on the sofa and closed her eyes. She took her hands and rubbed them on her thighs. "So, you're aware of the man who donated all of that money for my campaign? And that I went to see him yesterday afternoon?"

"Yes, I'm aware."

She took a deep breath before continuing.

"Mellie, you're scaring me now, what's the matter."

"Well, to put it bluntly, he's blackmailing me." She let out with a shaky breath

Fitz furrowed his eyebrows and gave her a confused glare. "What do you mean blackmailing you?"

"He wants a list, and I don't know what for."

"What does he have on you?" He asked her

"It's not just me. He has proof of not only my affair with Andrew but of your Remington mission." Mellie answered

He stepped away from her and ran his hand through his hair. "You're going to have to give him that list of names."

"But we don't know what he wants with them." She responded in a worrying tone

"It doesn't matter because it doesn't look like we have much choice. Worse things have happened before Mellie." He told her.

"Okay, fine." She was still unsure about handing this list over to the mysterious man, but keeping she Fitz' deadly deeds under wraps was more important to her.