Hey,

So, some of you might recognise this story as I originally had it as a Southern Vampire Mysteries and then I stuffed it up and now it has been abandoned…but no more! I have decided to turn it into a Scandal story because now Scandal is my new obsession…

Do not worry my Sookie lovers, I will write a story for that fandom someday…when my muse comes back…But to be honest, I love me some Olitz…And I am sorry that I had to turn this into a Scandal story…I will one day get back into my vampire stories but Olitz…is the bliss…and it has a new name, finally..it was called 'Dumb Title Here', then when it was adopted by my friend bigNbeautifu89, she named it 'All Scrubbed Up', but then she left fanfiction (sorry folks! But I have adopted her account and will try to post on her behalf…she's gone off to do work…) and now its call Give Me Love…

So do not worry dear ones, I aim to update my AAA story soon, because the new hobbit film is now out and I will like to finish this story but but I am on a roll with the Scandal Mania….When I wrote this, I was inspired by Grey's Anatomy, which is kinda funny considering both shows were created by the same person…

Let me know if you like it…its totally AU and some of the characters are different…they are still the same but different…Please review if you liked it or didn't like it…

Also, I've changed it from First Person view to Third person as some people commented that it was better that way...I agree...

Love bNd..

Chapter One

They say that doctors are the best; the most mature and know almost everything about life. They also say that to be a doctor, you have be brilliant, cocky, headstrong and be able to face whatever challenge life throws in your way with your hands…oh, and fight dirty. Well, if that's true, then Dr Olivia Pope was truly fucked.

You see, Olivia Pope never intended to be a surgeon. She wanted to be something other than a surgeon, like a chef or something else. But when you have a father who's pressuring you to be extraordinary, and who also happens to be one of the best surgeons of all time, your life was no longer in your control. You do whatever he says and if it happens to be hard, well, then suck it up, because you aim to please him.

Which is exactly what Olivia did; she gave up travelling with her best friends and went to Georgetown, studying an undergraduate degree in clinical science then went to Harvard Medical School and now, 4 years later, she was now at the James Madison Hospital in Washington DC, on her first day as an intern.

Looking around in the locker room, she stared at the fellow new interns who were just as scared and nervous as she was. There was a young looking black man changing into the blue scrubs and trying to tie up his pants while trying to make eye contact at the brunette-haired, doe-eyed girl next to him, who looked like she about to punch somebody and next to them was red-headed pampered princess who looked like she didn't like to be fucked around with. She didn't know their names but they did not look they were having fun. She was also glad that she was not the only African American person in the group.

A tall man with messy black hair sat down next to her and began to change. She recognised him as fellow intern Dr Stephen Finch, and also fellow Harvard graduate as she went to medical school with him. When they met, they became close friends and there was a time that it could have been more, but they decided against it and just decided to be close friends instead. She saw that he was wearing long brown fisherman pants; a fluoro dyed purple shirt and a black coat. If anything, he looked like a hippy.

"Could you wear anything more drastic? You look like a hippy…seriously?" she muttered.

"Well it was either this or nothing at all…would you'd rather I'd turn up naked?" he said in a cockney Scottish accent as he smiled his sarcastic smile at her.

She shook her head. "Anything but the hippie pants...but I'm glad you have clothing on for a change."

The young black man walked over to the due and held out his hand to them both. "Dr Harrison Wright…"

Stephen took his hand. "Dr Stephen Finch…and this is Dr Olivia Pope."

"I think it suits you…hang on, Pope? Any relation to Dr Rowan 'Eli' Pope?" Harrison asked, holding out his hand to Olivia.

She nodded, taking his hand and shaking it. "Yes. He's my dad."

"Oh…Cool. So, excited to be here at the JM Hospital?" Harrison asked.

"JM Hospital?" Stephen replied.

"James Madison is just is way too long to pronounce so we call it the JM or jem hospital. Oh…So, why surgery? I mean, you like look the kind guy who would alternate medicine, like a guru or something." He said to Stephen. Olivia smiled and continued changing into her scrubs.

"Well, my dad was a 'guru' as you say and I was going to follow in his footsteps and take over his practice but then I thought; why not do something different? So I thought 'surgeon' and now I am living the dream." Stephen replied.

Harrison nodded and turned to Olivia. "And you Dr Pope? Did you go into surgery because of your father? Your father is a legend after all."

Olivia sighed. "Yeah…don't I know it...something like that I guess…"

They continued to change into their scrubs then all left the changing room and made their way to the front desk, where a stern looking woman was standing along with a tired looking grey-haired man.

"Hello and welcome to James Madison Hospital. My name is Dr Cyrus Beene. I am the Chief of Surgery." He said, looking at them.

"And I am Dr Millicent Grant. You may call me Grant or Dr Grant, but never Mellie or Millicent or anything of the sort… I am here to explain the rules, but first a message from the Chief." She snapped.

"I hear the call her The Nazi." Stephan whispered to Olivia. She giggled, which then caused attention and everyone turned around to stare at the two.

The Chief sighed. "Obviously rule number one would be no talking when I'm talking. You will treat this hospital and its workers with respect. You will obey the orders of attendants and residents and you will respect other interns around you. You will all be in the same group of interns for your entire residency, so look around you. These people will be your friends, your co-workers. You will also study with them, work with them and eat when they eat. This is a competition people. In fact, some of might not even make it to the end of your residency. This is a hospital, not a school and definitely not a playground. Thank you for listening. Dr Grant, they're all yours."

Dr Grant looked at the group, her eyes scanning them like they were in a prison. Olivia shifted uneasily as Dr Grant stared down at them like she was a prison ward.

She cleared her throat. "I have but five rules. Rule number one; don't bother sucking up to me. I already hate you and that isn't gonna change anytime soon. Right now, you are on the bottom of the surgical food chain, so really you're nothing. Your shifts start now and last forty-eight hours. Rule number two; always answer your pager, even if you're on a run. Come on people, let's go."

She began walking and the group followed her, grabbing their pages as they left. As they were walking, the other doctors thought it was time to introduce each other to everybody.

"Hi, I'm Dr Harrison Wright. How do you do?" Harrison said to the brunette and redhead ladies.

Olivia rolled her eyes at Harrison's obvious charm. "I'm Dr Olivia Pope everybody…But you can call me Livy."

The brunette held out her hand. "Dr Quinn Perkins…Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Dr Abby Whelan…and you are?" the princess flirting with Stephan.

"Dr Stephan Finch but you can call me Stephan." He said.

Abby smiled. "Oh, I will."

I stared at her, frowning. Abby smiled and winked at me.

"People, are you listening?" asked Dr Grant. They all looked at her and nodded their heads. She nodded her head and opened a door, "On-Call room, which brings me to rule number three; when I'm asleep, do not wake me. If you have to because of a patient, he/she better be dying be the time I get there. Rule number four, your patient better not be dead by the time I get there, because not only will your patient have died, you would have woken me for no reason. Are we clear?"

Olivia cleared her throat. Grant looked at her. "What?"

"You said five rules. That was only four." Olivia pointed out.

She checked her pager and looked at them. "Rule number five, when I move, you move. Let's go, we have a trauma heading this way." She began to run and they followed her, heading to the ER.

Once they arrived, it was complete chaos. There were bloody bodies lying on gurneys and various nurses and doctors running around. One doctor in particular, was doing CPR on a fellow patient or was coding. The doctor was sexy as fucking hell. Olivia couldn't see much of his body but his face she could see. He had curly brown hair that was slicked back and greyish blue eyes that she could feel herself diving into.

Girl, calm the fuck down….now… Olivia thought to herself.

"Clear!" he shouted as he placed the paddles on the patient's, who was a man, chest and the paddles shocked him, which made his heartbeat start beating properly again. She smiled as the handsome doctor saved the patient's life and took a deep breath.

"Okay, start him on pre-op and get him to an OR immediately." He told one of nurses. He signed something on a chart and turned to the group.

"Mellie, are these your new recruits?" he asked Dr Grant.

"Yes…People, this is Dr Fitzgerald Grant... He's our head of trauma surgery, meaning he's an attending, so you will listen to him and do whatever he says. Am I clear?" she told them.

They all nodded and Olivia's heart sunk a little. His last name was Grant, and so was Dr. Grant's which could only mean one of two things. That they were both brother and sister or they were married and since the two looked nothing alike, Olivia decided on the latter. But looking at him, she sighed…this guy was gorgeous…Now that she had could see all of him, she realised that he was tall and that he had broad shoulders and muscles hiding underneath his scrubs. She could feel her heart flutter by looking at him. The man looked wise, like he could have been the President of the United States.

"Mellie, mind if I steal one of your interns to work with me today?" he asked.

Dr Grant groaned. "Really Fitz? Ugh, fine…Dr Pope, you can help Dr Grant. Fitz, this is Dr Olivia Pope…have a nice day."

Olivia gasped silently and walked over to him and stood there, wondering what to do. The others smiled, waving goodbye to her and followed Dr Grant as she left.

"So, Dr Olivia Pope, shall we save lives today? Pope, any relation to the infamous Dr Eli Pope?" Dr Grant asked.

"Yes sir…He's my father…Sir…Dr Grant..-" She began.

"Please call me Fitz. Everybody else does…only my wife calls herself Dr Grant." He interrupted.

She nodded. "Of course…sir, I mean Fitz."

He smiled and was about to say something when suddenly, two ambulance offices burst into the room, rolling a gurney that had a man groaning on it. The man began to throw up blood, which spilled to the floor.

Olivia sighed. "Sure, I have a feeling it's going to be a long day."

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"Push one of epi and where the hell is that crash cart I asked for?" Fitz yelled at the nurses behind. One of the nurses ran off and Olivia sighed. She continued to do CPR, her hands pushing into the man's chest. She looked at the heart rate monitor and realised that his blood pressure was seriously low.

The man who had just came in, throwing up blood, was now fighting for his life on the gurney. She hadn't been here for more than an hour and already she was trying to save a man's life. Maybe I'm cut out for this… Olivia thought to herself but then shook her head. Olivia Carolyn Pope, just shut the fuck up and CPR the shit out of this man!

Just then, the nurse returned with the crash cart and Olivia lifted her hands off the man while the nurse placed the pads on his chest.

Fitz looked at Olivia with the paddles in his hand. "Dr Pope, would you like to do the honours?"

She nodded and grabbed the paddles. "Charge to 300."

The nurse nodded and Olivia placed the paddles onto the man's chest, waited for it to charged then squeezed the nozzle, which gave the man a shock, causing the man to jump the shock went through the body. She looked at the heart rate monitor and there was no change.

"Charge to 360!" She yelled. She squeezed the nozzle again and it gave the shock. But the man's vitals did not change.

Olivia stood there with the paddles in her hand. Fitz began CPR again and she sighed.

"Dr Pope?" Fitz asked her. She looked at him and then back to the patient. She remained silent, just standing there, with the paddles in her hand, wondering what to do.

"Dr Pope!" He yelled. She looked at him and saw that he had stopped CPR.

"What? What are you doing? We can still save him!" She screamed back. She dropped the paddles and took over the CPR.

"Call it." He said quietly.

"No I can still save him." She growled, her hands pumping furiously into the man's chest.

"Dr Pope, the man has been dying for the last hour before our very eyes. He has fought and now, it time to let him go. We have done all we can…so call it." He exclaimed. His grayish-blue eyes stared into her chocolate brown ones and she gulped, her eyes stinging as I took in his words.

She nodded and sighed, stopping the CPR and dropping her to her side. "Time of death, 11:22am."

She then took off her latex gloves, which were covered in blood and soaked with sweat and walked out of the room. She wanted to get out, clear her head. She headed towards the elevator and saw that Fitz was following her. She got into the elevator and pressed a button, not sure where she wanted to go. Fitz followed in behind her and the elevator doors closed. She leaned against the wall, thinking about the man when all of the sudden, Fitz grabbed her shoulder and pressed her against the wall. He had one hand on her shoulder, the other cupped her face and he stared into her eyes, as she began to breathe a little faster and then suddenly, he crushed his lips to hers. At first the kiss was soft, then suddenly, Olivia opened her mouth and he pushed his tongue in and continued to kiss her passionately.

At first Olivia was in shock but then she began to return the kiss with passion. She ran her hands up his back until they reached to behind his neck and she drew him in closer, smelling his scent as she bent her head to deepen the kiss. Fitz leaned his hard body against hers and ran his hand down her side until it reached her back when suddenly, Olivia broke the kiss and pushed him away.

"I am sorry, but I hardly know you." She said to him just as the doors opened and walked out of the elevator. She turned back to see Fitz standing there in the elevator with heat, passion and lust in his eyes and a confused look on his face and then the doors closed. Great, you haven't even been here for more than an hour and already, you've lost a patient and kissed your boss… Olivia thought to herself as she kept walking.

Way to go Olivia…

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Olivia sat down in the cafeteria, plopping her lunch tray on the table. On the menu today was sweet chili chicken wraps with fries and fruit salad. It was no an ideal lunch but it would do for now. Besides, food wasn't even on the top of Olivia's mind. The passionate kiss in the elevator was burning its memory into her head. She looked around the cafeteria for Him and saw that he wasn't around. She was glad that she had her iPod to distract her from a certain pair of grayish blue eyes and so turned up the volume on her iPod. When the song "In My Head" started playing, she closed my eyes, her mouth moving to the words of the song.

Fitz has on long black pants, white shirt and black jacket and a black hat….He comes towards her smiling, then all of the sudden he jumps up on the table as he starts to sing,

"Just say with me now, say the word and we'll go,"

What the fuck…

He spins around on the table like Michael Jackson while singing,

"I'll be your teacher, I'll show you the ropes,"

All of the sudden, Stephan and the others jump and together they do a little spin, while bumping their hips…

Fitz continues to sing, "You'll see a side of love you've never known…"

He slides his way to Oliva's feet, singing, "I can see it going down, going down…"

He then gets up and jumps back on the table, "In my head, I see you all over me."

The others touch themselves while spinning around on the table like a dance. Olivia tilts her head to the side, confused.

"In my head, you fulfill my fantasy."

Stephen and Harrison then pick her up and put her directly in front of Fitz.

"You'll be screaming no!" Fitz sings as he touches her face, "In my head, it's going down. In my head it's going down."

Fitz stares at her with his greyish eyes. "In my head…yeah…Livy…Livy!"

She snapped out of her little fantasy and looked around. Stephen was staring at her and he was holding a tray full of food.

"Sorry, just thinking….." She mumbled.

"Well…what were you thinking about?" He asked as he sat down and took a bite of his wrap. He had on his tray a sweet chilli chicken wrap and some chips and a bottle of Coke

"Nothing in particular." She told him. She then sees Fitz walk into the cafeteria with Dr Beene and some other doctors, including his wife and she gasped, ducking her head under the table. Stephan copied her drastic action, joining her under the table and frowned at her, as if to ask her what was up.

"Let's just say I rather not talk about it." She muttered

Stephan nodded. "Right…"

She sighed, lifting her head from out under the table. Stephan followed soon after, and was still looking confused.

She groaned, "Okay, you see that hot, tall, brunette sexy doctor with 'fuck-me eyes over there at that table with Dr Grant and Dr Beene?"

Stephan nodded, looking over at the table. "Yeah, that's Dr Grant…the Nazi's husband…I mean he's good looking and all but uh, wouldn't call him sexy..."

She groaned. "Listen, you wanna hear this or not?"

Stephan looked at her as if to say, "Yeah…dummy."

"Well, after you guys left with the Nazi, we had this patient. Now we did everything we can to revive him but he died and I was so pissed off so I walked away and he followed me to the elevator. Once we were inside, he kissed me, passionately." She told him.

Stephan stared at her, raising his eyebrow. "That's it? He kissed you?"

"Well, what were you expecting?" She asked.

"Well, obviously not that…it's just a kiss…I mean, you're hot and sexy and he obviously saw something. Now if it was major surgery that would be something to talk about." Stephan replied.

"I'll remember that next time…" She grumbled.

"So, you kissed…I am jealous…not because you kissed him but he kissed you…I'm not making much sense…never mind that, so what are you gonna call him?" He asked.

She frowned. "He told me to call him Fitz, because obviously his wife is Dr Grant…what else would we call him?"

"No! He needs a name, like that doctor from Grey's Anatomy that everyone calls McDreamy." Stephan explained.

She raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Come, let's have a little fun…how about McSexy?"

Abby had walked on over and sat down. "Oh, who are we talking about?"

Stephan smiled. "Livy's hot doctor over there. The guy who looks like he's the president or something. Dr Grant."

Oliva scoffed. "He's not my doctor. And besides he's married!"

Abby giggled. "Actually he's getting a divorce."

Oliva frowned. "How do you know that?"

"I asked around…What? The guy is sexy as and I could help but ask…what about McSteamy?" Abby suggested.

Stephan shook his head. "No, that wannabe daddy from Grey's taken that name."

"I don't whether I should be impress that you know about Grey's Anatomy or laugh at that fact…so he's single…well sort of …" Olivia observed.

"I'm secretly gay…" He whispered. She chuckled softly and smiled at him.

"Looks like somebody is interested in a certain someone…How about McLust?" Abby said.

"No, I'm not…just wondering because he shares the same name with Dr Nazi over there…McHot?" She quickly suggested, trying to change the subject.

Stephen shrugged. "McPresident?"

Abby and Olivia stared at him. Stephen shrugged again. "What? He looks like one."

Stephen shook his head, annoyed. "McLovin'?"

"No…No, I have it…" Abby whispered.

She frowned, taking a sip from her drink. "What?"

Abby smiled at them. "McFuck-Me-Hard."

Olivia spat out her drink, which landed all over Abby's face and caused the whole cafeteria, including Fitz to stare at Olivia. Abby scowled as Olivia tried mop up the mess, apologizing furiously while the whole cafeteria was still staring at the group. She looked up to see that Fitz was still watching her with an amused smile on his face. She groaned and looked away.

Stephen however, was laughing his head off. "I'm gonna have to call you McClumsy if you keep doing that every time we say that name…unless you have any other ideas?"

Olivia just stared at him.

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love bNd...