Chapter One:

Olivia Pope walked into her first class at Colombia Law School. She was so nervous, but she had everything prepared: pens, pencils, a sharpener, a ruler, textbooks, 3 notebooks, and a recorder to make sure she got every word the professor was saying. She was known for being prepared and always having a solution to everything. Her nickname in college was The Fixer. She sat down at the elongated desk, laying everything out in front of her, opening her notebook to a fresh page. She put four pens on the table in front of her notebook.

"Hey, do you have a pen I can borrow?" a baritone voice asked from above her.

"Yes, actually I have extr-you're making fun of me aren't you?" she asked with a smile.

She looked up at the gorgeous man staring down at her. He was wearing a baby blue v-neck sweater, which seemed to match his eyes perfectly. He had wavy brown hair, some of which fell into his eyes, which he then ran a hand through, pushing it back. He had this smile that melted Olivia into a puddle on her seat. They didn't break eye contact as he sat down next to her. He began to say something, as the professor walked into the room.

"Hello, I am Cyrus Beene, you may only refer to me as Cyrus, because if any of you call me Mr. Beene like that god-awful jackass from that god-awful movie, there will be repercussions for all." He slammed his briefcase down on the table, giving the room a once over.

"This is Criminal Law and I will not be spoonfeeding you, nor will I hold your hand through this course. I expect you all know the definition of criminal law so who here can tell me how many criminal defenses there are and the names of each? No one? One of the main criminal defenses is the insanity plea and…"

At that point, the entire class realized it was time to take notes, and that they no longer were undergrads. Olivia sneezed, her arm hitting her notebook, causing all of her pens and her recorder to drop down out of reach without causing attention. She sat there, dumbfounded, unable to process how she was going to take her notes. Her horror probably showed on her face, because at that same moment, the gorgeous man next to her slid his pen over to her. She looked up at him.

"But what about you?" she whispered.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get the notes from you after class." He said back with a light smile. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Olivia Pope."

"I'm Fitz, hi."

"Hi," she whispered, a huge smile breaking out on her face. She took the pen from him, and began taking notes, smiling down at her paper, not noticing the fact that Fitz was watching her with the same smile.

They walked out of the class an hour later, Fitz holding Olivia's bag for her. He had hardly taken his eyes off of her. He took in her whole appearance, her mocha colored skin and the way it radiated underneath her beige cardigan and dark washed jeans. She wore brown high-heeled boots, and walked with a strut as if she owned the place. Her hips moved in such a way, that he was simply mesmerized by her entire being. He felt this unspeakable pull to her, like he needed to have her in his life.

"So, Olivia, would your boyfriend be upset if I asked you out to dinner tonight?"

Olivia scoffed, looking up at him. She liked the fact that he was much taller than her. And she liked the fact that there was such a strong sense of chemistry between them, but it didn't change the fact that she has no idea who this stranger is. Olivia wasn't dumb, she wasn't born yesterday, and as the daughter of one of the country's best defense lawyers, she certainly wasn't going to be anyone's one night stand. No matter how much I want to find out what his lips taste like, she thought to herself.

"Fitz, was it? I will let you know that one, if you wanted to ask me out, you could have just done so without the whole "boyfriend" approach. Two, if I had a boyfriend, which I don't, not that it's any of your business, clearly the answer to that question would be a yes meaning you just wanted to try to get a rise out of me or make me curious as to if I could get away with hooking up with you which three, is not going to happen because I don't do hookups, I don't do one night stands, I don't do whatever it is you think you can do here. But thanks for the pen." And with that, she began to strut away, but not before Fitz was hot on her tail.

No one had ever ripped him a new one like that before, and he was completely and totally turned on. He grabbed the underside of her arm, pulling her off to a corner of the hallway. Her back was against the wall as he towered over her, the air between them becoming riddled with sexual tension. He didn't know what it was, but Fitz was drawn to her. He lifted a hand up to touch her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. Her face fit perfectly in his hand.

"I apologize for making you think that all I wanted was a one night stand. To be completely honest, you are the most exquisite thing I have ever laid eyes on, and I would be lucky to have you. What you said back there, no one's ever said anything like that to be before. I liked it. You're blunt, you're honest. It's fucking sexy. I would love to take you out to dinner, Ms. Pope. Wherever you'd like to go, I'll go. I'd follow you over a cliff."

Olivia's breath hitched in her throat at his declaration. She wasn't going to lie, she was more than attracted to him, and she liked the little cat and mouse game they played. She gained her composure, ripping out a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote on it, before pressing it against Fitz' chest.

"Dress classy/casual, and meet me here at 8:30 tonight. Don't be late." She took her bag from his shoulder, and walked away, her hips moving in a way he was beginning to love.