"I can't do this." Olivia said as she looked at Jake, who was sitting next to her. They were both inside a plane that were going to let them run. Let them start a new life.

Jake turned to face Olivia. "Olivia, it's okay. We can do this together, start a new life, it's our chance."

"..." Not knowing what to say, Olivia stared back at him, hoping he knows what she meant.

Jake turned back around, facing the front. "It's me, isn't it? You don't want me to go with you?"

Trying to find the right words, Olivia stuttered. "Jake.. I... I told you that I was in love with another man, and it wouldn't be fair for you if I drag you in anyways. It's just.."

Jake picked up his coat and stood up, picking up his luggage.
Before exiting out the plane, he gave her a one last look, "Olivia, you made a choice. It's okay... Just... Have a safe trip and..." He didn't finish his sentence and sighed. He got off the plane.

The seat beside her was empty. As much as she wanted a shoulder to lean on to, she knew she made a right choice. She was, is, and will be in love with Fitz. And it wouldn't be fair to Jake if she didn't give him a chance to move on.

Thinking of Fitz, part of her was having doubts, not knowing if this is right.

'Of course it is wrong.' She thought to herself.

Leaving OPA, the White House, and Fitz. It can't be right. It doesn't feel right.

'But this is a necessary course of action.' She told herself. 'I am the eye of the storm, I have to leave for this circus to end.'

"Sir, they are counting Ohio in 5 minutes, and with electoral votes, you are guaranteed to win California.. It's over sir. We won." Cyrus informed him with an excitement in his face that he couldn't hide.

Fitz gave him a little nod, trying to not look as devastated as he was, but walked away.

As he entered the oval office, closed the doors.

"Jerry!" Fitz screamed as his son was coughing off blood.

He looked up at the ceiling.

"Jake was just doing his job. Serving at the pleasure... of the president." Cyrus stated as he was grieving about the death of his husband, James."

He looked out the window.

Mellie was screaming for help as his father was raping her.

He walked toward the scotch.

"It's just me. Waiting. For the house in Vermont that I can't live in and a man who makes me promises he can't keep." Olivia yelled out in frustration.

He looked down at the scotch and was trembling as he was trying to pour an amount to his glass.

"You take everything from me!" Mellie screamed out to Fitz as he threatened Andrew to throw him off the ticket.

Unable to hold the glass, Fitz knelt down on the Seal of the President of the United States.

He won, but he lost everything that he cared for.

He won, but he was falling apart into pieces.

He won, but the price he had to pay, was unworthy of the victory.

So by his definition; he lost.

Mellie entered the office as she saw him sobbing on the floor. She walked up to him, trying to find the right words to say.

"...Fitz, you can't stay on the floor all night." She sighed, placing her hands on his shoulder. "..You have a nation to address. A speech to give."

He knew that even though he lost everything he had, he was still the leader of the free world, and that the excuse is irrelevant.

But he couldn't stop himself trembling. Then a thought shot into his head. 'Olivia.' he thought. He wanted her. He needed her to be here with him.

"Where's Olivia." He quietly asked.

Mellie walked into Cyrus's room as she slammed the door.

Cyrus was about to congratulate the winning, but then he remembered about the loss.

"Mellie?" He asked as he cleared his throat. She was panicking as she paced around the office. "Mellie, what's wrong?"

Cyrus walked up to her, trying to calm her down.

"I called her. I called her 20 times. Left 10 voice mails. I called... I called... But she.." Mellie was stuttering.

"What? Who?" Cyrus asked.

"WHO DO YOU THINK?" She yelled out. "Fitz is breaking down in the oval and I am trying to set things right and he asked for Olivia and I called her. I called her more than 20 times but she won't pick up her phone! Fitz is breaking down." She emphasized.

Cyrus sighed. "I'll handle this. I'll call her. Just... Go calm Fitz down."

"I can't! He has been sitting there for the past 3 hours asking for Olivia. He is crying out her name, for god sakes!" Mellie was frustrated.

"Just.. I got this." Cyrus informed her as Mellie left the office, slamming the door once again.

"I can't believe, I am doing this." Cyrus muttered.

He was in the elevator, on his way to OPA. After calling her more than 50 times, using his personal cell, and the white house line, he was done waiting for her to call back.

And time-wise, he needed her fast to get her ass back in the oval and calm Fitz down.

So he decided to go look for her. Because Cyrus knew that she practically lives in her office, he was heading down to her office.

When he arrived, the office was ridiculously quiet. "Hello?!" he yelled out.

Nobody answered back.

He cringed a little and walked into the main conference room. He saw her little people, sitting down on the chair. Soulless. Mindless.

They did not even acknowledged his existence as they stared into the space.

"Where's Olivia?" He asked.

But once again, nobody replied.

"Okay..." Cyrus said to himself as he found this situation a bit odd. Well, really odd. He looked around and tried to walk into Olivia's office but Abby yelled out.

"Don't go in there!"

"Oh, Gabby right?" Cyrus asked, feeling a little better after seeing somebody he knew.

Abby rolled her eyes. "It's Abby."

"Yeah. Where's Olivia?"

"..." She refused to answer as she looked at other OPAs. Quinn, Huck and Harrison. They were all just looking at each other, not giving Cyrus an answer.

"She's gone." Somebody said as they all turned around. It was Jake. He walked out of the coffee lounge with a cup of coffee. "She left."

"What do you mean, she left?" Cyrus asked, not knowing what he meant.

"It means, she left you. She left me. She left OPA, She left the white house. And she left Fitz." Jake took a sip of his coffee. "She's gone."

"What?!" Cyrus yelled out in disbelief.

"Don't look for her. It won't do you any good." Jake replied with a smirk as he went back into the lounge.

"CYRUS!" Mellie yelled out as she burst into his office.

'Oh god.' He thought as he gulped. He honestly didn't know how he could break the news to her. To Fitz. He was hoping he could find Olivia before any of them found out. But apparently, it was too late.

"Where is Olivia? I asked for her a long time ago. And she is still not in Fitz's arms." Mellie asked as she crunched her teeth.

"Well.. The thing is.." Cyrus sighed. "Why don't you take a seat."

"We won the second term. I am the first lady of the United States but Fitz doesn't seem to realize he is the President of the United States! Go look inside the oval, he has been sitting on the ground, yelling out Olivia's name non-stop. He is ruined he needs-"

"I know!" Cyrus yelled out. "But she left. I have no idea where she is."

"What?!" Mellie yelled back. "What do you mean she left?"

"I don't know. And I am trying to figure it out. So go back in there, get Fitz on his leg and put him in bed or something! I am trying my best."

Mellie groaned as she turned around.

"And Mellie?" Cyrus called out. "Don't tell Fitz. We'll figure this out." She gave him a stare and walked out.

"Ethan!" Cyrus yelled out as Ethan rushed into his office.

"Yes sir?" He asked gasping his breathe.

"Get me a list of private jets that departed today."

"Sir?"

"Just do it!" Cyrus yelled out.

Olivia opened her eyes. As she saw the sun shinning upon her. She didn't move but heard the engine of the plane rotating and saw... Trees.

There was a sky. A blue sky and bunch of trees. She couldn't hear anything but then, with a moment of blur, everything came back to her senses.

She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her arms. She whimpered.

When she looked around, she did not see a seat, she did not see an airplane window.

Instead she saw trees, she saw broken parts of the plane.

Everything was a mess.

She started breathing roughly as she gulped.

"Ow." She said under her breathe, seeing a broken piece of fragment. It was stuck on her arms. She stared at it, impaled.

She slowly stood up, holding her injured arm and looked around.

She was in a plane crash.

A/N: So, in this story Harrison is not going to die.

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