*DISCLAIMER* I do not own these characters, the story is all mine but the characters come from the genius that is Shonda Rhimes and are the property of ABC.

It was late. Way past Mellies bedtime, but due to a rather intense day in the Senate Mellie Grant was still awake, pacing the bedroom she shared with the president. They had had an awful month with him kicking her out of the Whitehouse and the pictures of Olivia and him being leaked, but he had apologised. Mellie knew that didn't mean they were going to become husband and wife again, she knew he still loved Olivia but at least they were a team again. She thought that if he was beside her as a comrade, a friend, that she could handle the pain of his betrayal.

She looked around the room, shuffling through the files she had brought up with her.

"Damn it!" she cursed. She had left a vital one downstairs somewhere and it contained information she really needed before the morning. She slipped on a red silk robe and a pair of slippers and shuffled out the door. The Whitehouse was so quiet, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the day. She headed to the east wing, figuring she must have left it in the first ladies office. She passed the room where she and Andrew had first kissed and her anger spiked.

"That son of a bitch" she whispered, as she remembered how he had threatened her. Well I don't suppose he'll be bothering me, or anyone else, anytime soon she thought, a small smile slipping onto her face. It hurt her though, that the one person she had chosen to confide in about her darkest secret had then threatened to ruin her career. Maybe she just should stop trusting people, stop investing emotion in them. It will only end badly. As this thought finished she arrived at her office. She flicked the light on and looked through the files on her desk. The one she needed wasn't there. She had definitely had it here earlier and as it wasn't in her room she couldn't figure out where it could be. She pulled out her phone and looked for her chief of staffs number.

"Mrs Grant?" A tired and confused voice answered. "Are you alright?"

"Hi Wendy, I'm so sorry to wake you up, and yes I'm fine I just can't find the file with the transcript from the senate today. I have to have a statement prepared by the morning or my ass will be grass" Mellie smiled a little as she said the last bit, "and I don't want to risk misquoting anyone so I really need the file and…"

"And you can't find it" Wendy interrupted, very sleepy and wanting to hurry things along if she could. "I think I know the one you mean, the president came by just as I was leaving and asked for it, he said you guys had talked about it?" Oh christ thought mellie cringing to herself.

"I am so sorry I totally forgot that he was going to look at it" said Mellie feeling stupid and bad for waking Wendy up.

"Its fine Mrs Grant, glad to help."

"Okay well thank you, see you tomorrow." She hung up the phone and berated herself for being so forgetful. She flicked off the lights and headed to the oval office. Fitz hadn't come to bed and he hadn't returned the file so that meant the file must still be at his desk. She would never admit it but she was quite touched when Fitz had come up to her that afternoon and asked her how her day had been, and said he wanted to see the transcript because he was sure she had been brilliant and that he wanted to read it word for word. He had done and said some awful things in the past, well they all had really, but he was starting to seem more like the Fitzgerald she married, the Fitzgerald she loved with all her heart. Despite what people might think from looking at them recently, they had some amazing years together. Their little apartment on Morgan Street that was so freezing the best way to stay warm was in bed, the time he threw her a surprise birthday party and flew her parents down from Nashville. It was a great marriage really, until Big Jerry…

"Stop it Mellie" she told herself. She didn't need to go dragging that memory up. Anyway her and Fitz were starting to get along better again, maybe, just maybe, one day they would have some more good memories to make together. As she finished this train of thought she arrived at the door to the oval.

She saw no need to knock, it was well past midnight so he wouldn't be meeting with anyone important.

"Fitz" she called as she rounded the door, "Im sorry to bother…" she stopped short. The sight in front of her rendering her speechless. There was her husband pounding into a woman on his desk. A beautiful black skinned woman. Olivia.

Mellies stomach dropped through the floor and she thought she was going to be genuinely sick. They were so wound up in their own world that they still hadn't noticed her.

"Fitzgerald" she said, trying to sound calm. This had the desired effect. Both Olivia and Fitz turned wide eyed to look at her before scrambling off of each other. Olivia pulled her dress down and looked the other way, still perched on the side of the desk feeling more embarrassed than she had ever been in her life. Fitz on the other hand was fuming.

"What the Fuck Mellie!?" He asked while desperately trying to zip up his pants.

"I needed the file with the transcript from the senate today, Wendy said you had it." Replied Mellie, trying to continue to keep her voice calm but failing. Fitz glanced at Olivia who looked back at him confused, before her eyes widened and she realised what he was signalling. She slipped off of the desk and Fitz reached for where she had been sitting a few seconds ago. He grabbed the file and thrust it at Mellie.

"Here's your stupid transcript." He said viciously. Mellie felt her breath become faster as her anger and disgust grew even more. She reached out to grab the file but faltered.

"What are you playing at Mellie? I don't have time for this." Sighed Fitz.

"You were fucking her on top of it." She said quietly.

"Oh for Christ's sake" Muttered Fitz.

"You were fucking your whore on it!" Yelled Mellie, finally loosing her cool. She shot a glance at Olivia, daring her to retaliate her use of the word whore, but Olivia didn't meet her eye and just continued to stare at the ground.

"Oh look your whore won't even stand up for herself!" Taunted Mellie.

"Thats enough!" roared Fitz. "Leave now Mellie!." Before she could reply Olivia spoke up.

"No" She said firmly. Moving across the room to the couch and grabbing her bag. "I'll go. This shouldn't have happened. Ill go" She said the last part facing Fitz.

"Liv wait!" Pleaded Fitz moving over to her.

"No!" Replied Olivia holding her hand out to keep him away from her. "Im sorry Mellie" she said guiltily before sweeping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

Fitz looked up at Mellie, fire in his eyes.

"Look what you've done!?" He cried.

"What I've done?!" Mellie scoffed back. "Your whore was to embarrassed to stay with you, why do you think that is?"

"Because you've never heard of knocking?!"

"Nice try Fitz, blame everything on me as usual."

"As usual?"

"Thats all I am to you now isn't it? A target for when your angry and having issues with Olivia! Well I'm done Fitz, I'm done being your bitch." She spat out the last word with as much venom as she could muster. She looked up at Fitz waiting for a response.

"Your file" He said coldly, again thrusting it at her.

"Your unbelievable she hissed" before grabbing it and turning to leave the room.

That decided it. She was going to stop trusting people. It just wasn't worth it anymore.