Hi! So I don't even know where this story came from, I literally just had this thought of, what if Olivia and Fitz didn't meet on the trail but in the White House? I thought it would be cool to watch them navigate their feelings and relationship whilst Olivia worked for him. It's pretty AU in a few ways that you will notice but also in the sense that Olivia isn't quite like show Olivia, she's a little different but I really love the character she is becoming here in my story, someone who is more open and honest with not only herself but with Fitz too. I'm not really sure that much about American politics, I did a little research and went off my own knowledge but if anything is different just go with it because it's written that way to suit the story. I have the first 16 chapters mapped out and the first 3 already written so I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have had planning and writing it so far and please review! Enjoy x.

Saying the man was handsome was a huge understatement, he was God like in every sense, in not only the way he looked but the way he presented himself, the way that when he talked it felt as if he was talking directly to you. His fire, his drive and his compassion were the things that made him so unbelievably attractive. She hadn't even met the man and she knew she was going to have to use every talent she had to not fall for his charms. Not that he was like that, he loved his wife, well according to the public, but she could tell differently, they were friend's sure, lovers? She didn't think so. The man looked like he could take care of all your needs with the flick of his wrist and his wife looked like she hadn't opened her legs for anyone in years, let along her Presidential husband. She had been watching them for months, him mostly, just like the rest of America had been, watching their journey from the Governor's mansion to the White House. The campaign run none other by her old law professor Cyrus Beene, she had been tied up in cases with her law firm when the trail was on, unable to lend a hand to the campaign of a man she knew the country needed. But now she was free, she hadn't even been looking for anything, she loved what she was doing, she loved who she worked with but when the White House Chief of Staff calls you offering you a job, you sure as hell don't say no. And that's why she was here today, waiting in a random hallway in the West Wing for her new job to begin. Communications Director. She shook her head softly, still unable to believe this was now her life. If someone had told her at 33 years old that she would be joining the best administration that America had ever seen, she wouldn't believe them.

"Olivia Carolyn Pope as I live and breathe." She heard a voice before she saw who it belonged to although she knew who it was, she was pretty sure for the first 5 years after law school she had heard that voice even in her goddam sleep.

"Hey old man." Olivia said, moving from her seat, taking in the man in front of her, he hadn't changed a bit since her first day at law school, she loved that about him. It was like a warm sense of familiarity.

Cyrus walked over to her, taking in the woman she had grown into, his heart swelling with pride as he knew he had made the right decision in bringing her onto the team.

"You look good kid." Cyrus said as she wraps him into a hug, still the only one that can get away with hugging the ever so cranky White House Chief of Staff.

"You too Cy, look at you, Mr Chief of Staff, all the way from Harvard halls to the West Wing." Olivia says smiling as she does so. "It suits you."

Cyrus laughs before signalling for Olivia to follow him, leading her down the hallway to where their offices were.

"What? Sleep deprived and upto my eyeballs in stress, it's barely noon on day one of the Grant Administration and I'm ready to quit." Cyrus says, leading her into another hallway, people everywhere, the buzz of excitement pulsating in the air.

"You love it Cy, don't deny it." Olivia says laughing.

"I couldn't live without it." Cyrus says smiling, opening a closed wood door. "This is me." He says gesturing inside before turning and leading her down a bit further, stopping about 10 steps down. "And this is you."

She breathed in deeply as she opened the door, knowing this room was going to be where she helped changed America, she glanced at Cyrus quickly before pushing the door forward, it was just a plain old office, a desk and chair, a lounge and such and she would have to decorate it of course but right now she had never loved a room more.

"Whaddya think kid?" Cyrus said as he watched her take in the room, knowing she was feeling exactly how he had felt when he had first walked into his office.

For the first time in her life, Olivia Pope was speechless, grazing a hand over the dark oak of her desk before she turned and leant against it.

"We're really going to change America aren't we Cy?" She asked, tears brimming in her eyes, she hadn't expected to be this emotional but she just couldn't believe she was here.

"Kid, we're going to change the world." Cyrus said, his eyes shining in excitement before continuing, "Olivia Pope, welcome to the White House." And just like that, she knew her life was never going to be the same.

She had spent the day moving things from her car to her office, adding her own personal touch to the room, reading information from one of Cy's aides and catching up on what she needed to know. She had mostly kept up with the political happenings of the administration as well as President Grant's personal direction and she was due to formally meet him this afternoon. Olivia Pope didn't get nervous, she fought off dragons, she went against mobsters, she had defended the who's who of DC but meeting the President was something that made her hands sweat in anxiety. It wasn't strange that she hadn't met the man whilst he campaigned, she had been invited to countless events when he had been in DC, but with the case load she had, she had never been able to make it. He had been Governor of California before that and his campaign was heavily focused on the inner states so she just really hadn't got the chance. She had even been in Europe returning a top secret file to an even top secret person when the election had been on. His inauguration was last week and unfortunately she had been in the middle of a trial so she couldn't attend, meaning she'd missed another chance to meet him.

Glancing at her watch, she realised she had ten minutes until her meeting with the President and Cyrus. Taking her file with her, she began to make her way to the West Wing. Fixing the edge of her white blazer and smoothing out her black dress pants as she went. She had gone back and forth over outfits this morning before deciding on the black pants, black silk top, white blazer and a pair of her cream coloured red souled babies. She was almost at the West Wing when she stopped, flicking out her shoulder length pin straight hair, taking in a deep breath, pinning her shoulders back and continuing on.

"Hi, I'm Olivia Pope." She said to the President's Secretary. "I have a meeting with The President and Cyrus Beene."

"You do, I'm Lauren –" Before she could continue, raised voices were heard from inside the Oval Office, the secret service agent in front of the door making no move to assess what was happening inside.

"Who is she?" Olivia heard being yelled, well not quite being yelled but she could sense aggravation in the voice, she couldn't quite pinpoint the voice but she knew she had heard it before. She wondered who was yelling at the President or worse, who he was yelling at.

"She Sir." Ah, she knew that voice, it was Cyrus. "Is the Saviour."

The door opened quickly after that, Cyrus' head popping out, glancing out quickly as his eyes finally landed on her.

"Good, you're here, come in." Cyrus said and Olivia quickly swallowed the lump in her throat as she walked towards the door to the Oval Office.

Cyrus moved aside, letting Olivia in and her breath immediately caught as the door shut behind her. She was inside the Oval Office of the White House and it was everything she had ever dreamed of. She glanced around quickly taking it all in, it was perfect.

And then she saw him. His back was to her, a hand on his waist, the other holding a glass of what she presumed was scotch by the look of it, pants almost low on his hips, his broad shoulders almost bursting out of the shirt he was wearing. He was clearly caught up in his thoughts or the wonderful view that she could slightly see out the huge glass windows.

"Sir." Cyrus said.

"Oh you haven't left Cyrus." The President said without turning, taking a sip of his scotch after he spoke.

"No Sir, I have someone for you to meet." Cyrus said and that got the Presidents attention as he turned around, his eyes finding the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Their eyes immediately meeting across the room.

"And you are?" The President asks her, his eyes ever so slightly gazing up and down her, not quite checking her out but enough for Olivia to see he was trying to get a read on her. Olivia looked at Cyrus waiting for him to introduce her and when he didn't she spoke.

"Well, I guess I'm the Saviour." She said. "Olivia Pope, your new White House Communications Director." Olivia said as she stepped forward a bit, intending to meet him halfway holding out a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Sir."

Fitz was certain he had heard an angel speak to him, this beautiful woman was like a light, he couldn't believe his eyes and she was his? The new communications director that Cyrus had been raving on about, she was about to become one of his most trusted advisors, this beautiful stunning petite woman.

"The pleasure is all mine Ms Pope, welcome to the team." Fitz said as he stepped forward, taking her hand in his, a slightly spark going between them both.

"Thank you Sir, it's an honour to be here Mr President." Olivia replied, as they stared into each other's eyes, their hands clasped together still, both thinking the same thing; they weren't just going to change the world or America, they were going to change each other.

Short I know but just enough to set the scene, please review! X