Some of y'all might be really confused as to why Someplace Good was deleted and I sort of went underground for a couple of weeks. So I will explain myself, and promise to not do anything like this ever again. Hopefully you won't hate me so much for it.

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So, with my last chapter, I wrote in that Olivia didn't want children. It was shocking, but I was going to build from that, and unearth some of her deep insecurities with Fitz in the next couple of chapters. I had every intention of Olivia being a mother in the end, but I wanted it to be a journey she went through with Fitz.

But anyways, after I posted that chapter, I received a string of vicious pms and reviews (some anonymous) that were really disgusting in nature. In an attempt to delete the chapter and rewrite it, I accidentally deleted the entire story.

*** Don't get me wrong, I strongly believe that motherhood isn't for everybody, and I detest how society pushes some girls into motherhood, when they are not equipped for it or desiring a child. Becoming a mother should be your own choice, and no one should pressure you any differently. Motherhood can be a beautiful thing, and I want my characters to experience the ups and downs of parenthood, but I want them to experience it when they are both ready. I hope that makes sense. ***

My initial reaction was "Fuck, fuck, fuck… Oh, well, it is probably better off." But then I got many lovely messages asking me what happened, so I decided to repost it. I have been working through my documents to repost it. I have made some changes, but mainly just tiny mistakes and removing author's notes (nothing changing the plot).

ALSO, if you are one of the readers who said those things to me, please don't follow this story or contact me about this. Do some soul searching or something. Drink a glass of water. Olitz is back on track in Shondaland {for now}, and everything will be okay.

I will mass upload these chapters to where I left off, then I will continue with new material at Chapter 20. Thank you to those of you who are putting up with this little hiccup. I promise I have a great rest of the story mapped out.

Konsantine—Something Corporate

And you don't want to be here in the future
So you say the present's just a pleasant
Interruption to the past
And you don't want to look much closer
Because you're afraid to find out all this hope
You had sent into the sky by now had crashed
And it did
Because of me

Fitz felt all of the air being sucked out of his lungs. He played football in high school, and had felt the driving force of a 200 pound man intent on knocking him to the grass—and succeeding at it—but that was nothing compared to what he felt in that moment. Of course, he had hoped that this moment would come. Not out loud, but in his mind, he had prayed that the universe would allow for him to be in the same room as her.

Her being Olivia Pope. Olivia Pope being the "It-Girl" of Hollywood at the moment. She had worked her way up the business in multiple small-budget yet critically acclaimed films. It wasn't until she landed the lead in Ava DuVernay's blockbuster hit that she became a household name. She won the Golden Globe for Best Actress in a Leading Role, which put her as a front runner for the Academy Award. Everybody wanted a piece of her.

He watched her from across the crowded garden. They were at a charity brunch and art auction benefiting autistic children being held at the sprawling mansion of Cyrus Beene, an established producer who "ran Tinsletown". The who's who of Hollywood were rubbing elbows. A small band performed, playing soft renditions of Etta James and Frank Sinatra in the background. The unusually warm February day allowed for the guests to spill out to the impressive back yard.

Fitz let his eyes shamelessly wander all over Olivia's body. She wore a lavender maxi dress that hugged her tiny waist and flowed freely down to a pair of wedges adding at least four inches to her petite frame. Her hair was pressed straight with the strands framing her face pulled back in a barrette.

"Babe, you're staring."

Mellie's low, cautious voice pulled him from his day dream as he turned to his date. She looped her arm through his as if to pull his attention back to her, and handed him a glass of bourbon. Mellie was pretty, but he never necessarily thought of her as beautiful. She and Fitz both grew up together in Hollywood as the children of a celebrities. They watched out for each other growing up in the cold-blooded business. Mellie acted in a few romantic comedies in her twenties, but became bored with acting. Now, she just made her living by various investments, a stint on Dancing with the Stars, and some endorsement deals. She was considering taking the producer route in the television realm, but she wasn't pressed for a paycheck or opportunities at the moment. Fitz thought of her as his best friend. She was brilliant. She knew everything about the business and was always brutally honest with him.

They had a sort of agreement that they would be each other's date to events until they found someone better. There was nothing worse than awards season with no date. Being more of a behind-the-scenes pairing, the tabloids simply weren't interested in them, so they never really had to explain themselves or worry about optics. Fitz was a director with a couple nominations under his belt, but nothing astounding. He was well known and respected in the industry, but he was rarely stopped on the street for a picture or autograph.

"Do you really think that is a good idea?" Mellie followed his gaze to Olivia chatting animatedly with a friend. "I mean, considering…"

"Do I think what is good idea?" Fitz challenged, feigning ignorance and pulling a sizable amount of bourbon between his lips.

"Don't play stupid. It isn't attractive."

Fitz put his hand on the small of Mellie's back, guiding her in the opposite direction from Olivia. "I am not thinking of it at all. End of story."

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Olivia could feel his presence. Even though they were separated by an expansive lawn and at least a hundred other guests, she could feel him. It was an unwavering, annoying tug at her gut.

"Dear, God," Abbey, her red head, spit-fire friend gasped. Abbey and Olivia had just met on set of a film they were shooting together. They immediately took to being close friends. Olivia didn't have many intimate friends in the business, so it was refreshing to have someone like Abbey who was so open and candid.

"What?"

"Fitzgerald Grant is staring at you. I wish there was a word stronger than staring. It is almost rude. Look!"

"I'm not going to look." Olivia shot back. "That is only going to make it awkward."

"He's clearly smitten. Have you met him before?"

"No." Olivia answered, almost too quickly.

"Well, I can introduce you to him. I met him at party last year. He's really charming. Having Fitzgerald Grant the III throwing googly eyes at you isn't the worst thing in the world—"

"No, thanks. Come on. I just saw Harrison Wright over there. I want to say hey to him before I leave."

"Why are you leaving? The auction hasn't even started yet."

"I wasn't planning on staying for long to begin with. I've been feeling funny all day. I just wanted to show my face, and write a check to the charity." The truth was Olivia didn't want to stand another minute where facing Fitz face to face was possible. "Plus, I have to be on set tomorrow morning, and I need my rest."

"Whatever then. I have tomorrow morning off, but I'll be there after lunch to shoot that scene on the balcony. See you then."

"Bye."

Olivia made her way to the front of the house. She said hello to some of the people she knew, not wanting to be rude. It took her much longer than she expected to finally reach her car. When she finally found her sleek black Audi, she slipped behind the wheel. Olivia turned the key in the ignition, and tried to let the purr of the engine calm her nerves. There was nobody walking around the area where the cars were parked. She was nonetheless thankful for the tinted windows hiding her in case someone did try wander out to the lot.

Olivia bowed her head to the steering wheel, desperately trying not to do the one thing she had held out for so long: cry. As she focused on steadying her ragged breaths, she chided herself for letting him get the best of her. She didn't even see him for Christ's sake. Just one mention of his name, and he had her borderline sobbing in her parked car.

She had worked for so long and hard. She put all of her energy into her work, which of course paid off. She all but forgot he even existed, pushing him completely out of her consciousness. All of that effort could be thrown down the drain. He still had a stake on her.

God, she hated him. She wanted to punch him squarely in the jaw and make him hurt the way he hurt her. She wanted to wave a magical wand and disappear him from the face of the earth, erasing every interaction they had ever had.

She realized how ridiculous she was being, and dabbed the tears from her eyes. With a deep, settling breath and a shaky hand to the gear shift, she put her car in reverse.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Olivia jumped. She turned to see a figure standing right outside of her car window. A figure she would recognize anywhere. You knew this day would come, Olivia. She couldn't just drive off. That would be the most childish thing she could do. He would probably even benefit from it in some twisted, egotistical way.

Time to be Olivia Pope. No more 'Livvie' to him. We both know that things shatter when I am just 'Livvie'.

Olivia rolled her window down completely, waning whatever wall of defense she thought she held.

"Hi."

"Hi."