So it's almost 1am and I'm scrolling through Tumblr and I see a picture of Kerry and Tony sitting by a pool and literally this fanfic just popped into my head. This is my first fanfic and I'm not the greatest writer so don't hate too much.

Present Time

Becoming an Olympian Swimmer can take up your whole life. For 4 years straight it's training every single day for basically a couple minutes in the water. Well, sometimes it could be a couple seconds.

My name is Olivia Pope I wanna tell you a story about how I went from almost going on a plane to London and participating in the summer Olympics to ending up on a plane to Vermont with my parents leaving the life I know behind.

Let me take you back to 2008.

Flashback

I pulled out my last luggage from the back of my parent's car. I stood in the parking lot of Stanford University with them. My mother face hiding in my father chest as she cries.

"My baby girl is leaving us, Eli," Maya said.

I had the urge to roll my eyes. I thought the tears were done back at home.

"Thank you guys for driving all the way down here with me," I said smiling at them.

"It was no problem funny. You know we would have come with you no matter what." Eli gave me the fatherly smile.

I walked up to them and gave them both a hug. It would be hard leaving them but at the same time, I couldn't wait to be alone and finally start being an adult. After getting everything in my dorm and an hour of goodbyes they left to go back home to my brothers. Hopefully, the house wasn't in flames.

I jumped onto the twin bed and sighed. I kicked out and screamed smiling. I'm finally alone finally have freedom to do whatever I want. I thought in my head.

A knock on my door came. I got up opening up my door to a tall smiling red haired girl. Most likely my roommate.

"Hi, I'm Abby Whelan!" She held her hand out to shake.

I laughed and shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Abby. I'm Olivia. Olivia Pope but you can call me Liv." I move to the side letting her in.

After a couple hours of getting our dorm ready and getting to know each other. We found out we had a lot in common.

Abby came from Ohio and would be going to school to become a lawyer. Same like me. From a young age, I knew that would what I want to become. All my family was so proud of me when I got accepted to law school.

Abby left to explore the campus while I stayed behind in the dorm room letting her know I would come out later. I know when my parents left here today they thought that their daughter number one priority was to get a degree in law. I mean of course it was Stanford was a top law school but also Stanford was a top school for getting young adults into Olympic shape to compete with the best in the world.

The swim team here was always working. I remember staying up at night watching videos on Youtube of the team working on strokes and working to get the best push off the wall.

My parents never knew my love for swimming. I honestly think they wouldn't even care. They would probably tell me to give it up. That me being in the Olympics would never happen. I sighed thinking about it. I needed to get out.

I got dressed and made my way out of the dorm building. Walking out to the great yard of the school students filled the area. School clubs called out to young freshman trying to get them to join. I, on the other hand, found my way to the front table of the swimming team. I smiled when one of the girls on the team already started talking to me.

After a few minutes of talking I knew that this would be perfect for me I would love it here. I couldn't wait to get into the pool. She let me know that tryouts for the team would be next week I signed right on the paper at that moment.

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I made my way inside the indoor pool. It was amazing. Olympic size it would be my first time in one of them.

"Liv!" I walked over to the girl I was talking to yesterday after our conversation was over I found out her name was Quinn. She was also one of the captions on the team. "Hey, I'm glad you could make it."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said excitedly but also kind of nervous. I knew I was a good swimmer but this was one of the best swimming teams in America and everyone here would be great.

Just as Quinn was about to open her mouth the door opened stopping Quinn from saying anything. Everyone moved and let the person who walked in through.

A tall man over 6ft tall stopped in front of the pool with a clip board in his hand. He had board shots on and a white tank top showing off his arms. A full head of hair. He finally looked up from his board showing everyone the most gorgeous face you could ever see on a man. His eyes scan the room landing on Quinn and stopping. He pointed to her calling her to him. Wow, I wished he was calling me…wait what.

Quinn and mystery man talked then she finally took the clip board away from him. He walked to a bench at the end of the pool, sat down having a good look at everyone who would finish.

When he was finally away I walked up to her.

"Who was that?" I asked looking at him quickly looking away when I saw he was looking straight at me.

"The guy I was talking to?" I nodded. "Oh, thats Mr. Grant…..well he tells us to call him Fitz since he feels old when we call him by his last name. He's the swimming coach."

Quinn called for the first group of people to try out leaving the rest to sit on the side.

Well….this is gonna be a long 4 years having 'Fitz' look at me every day. I stopped playing with my fingers looking up hearing the splash of the water. I could feel a pair of eyes on me, when I looked up I saw a pair of blue eyes on me instead of swimmers. 'Oh no'

My named was called and I took my place in my line stretching. I got into position and drove into the water when the whistle went off.

End of Flashback

I remember swimming my 100m Freestyle in 53.28 seconds. 0.24 seconds faster than the next person. I also remember the look on Fitz's face when my head came up from the water. He smiled at me but it quickly disappeared. I made the team that day.

That day started a journey for me.

I'm thrown out of my little flashback when I hear a young boy's calling my name.

"MOM! Mason keeps trying to take my shirt that I want to wear to school!"

I ran upstairs to the room before the little fight got any worse.

"I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS GONNA WEAR IT TODAY!" Carter said as they both tugged the shirt between them

"Mason and Carter Pope! Stop this right now!"

They dropped the shirt and both turned to me pouting their blue eyes looking sad. "Sorry mom, " They said at the same time.

"It's alright but stop fighting, Carter you're not wearing that shirt today Mason said he was yesterday when I gave you both the clean clothes to wear."

"Okay, mom." Mason sighed walking back to his room.

The morning went on. I feed the boy's breakfast and off they were on the bus to school.

Days like this I wished I told him When those little boys look me in the eyes all I see is him. The hair also….just like his. If they both didn't get my lips they would both look like he did them all by himself.

I guess we will never know…I'm sure he's better off without us.

If I do continue next chapter will be in Fitz's POV