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WARNING!!! This particular chapter is "clean" but some of the next one shots may trigger some of the readers. If there's need, I'll put warning a few of the chapters in the A/N.

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GW Hospital, Washington DC, December 2017.

"Dr. Grant! We're honored to have you here, our staff is in complete awe of your work." Fr. Finch shook his hand in welcoming gesture, and Fitz followed him inside the facility.

"Thank you Dr. finch, I'm happy to help. I would like to examine the patient's chart before scrubbing in if that's possible?" He flashed a polite yet professional smile.

"Of course sir, but we sent you all the needed files through email before you came... why is it needed?" Stephan questioned.

"Well, I would like to check them again. Won't cost anyone to be too careful now, would it?" He chuckled and Stephan nodded.

At age 29, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was one of the youngest, and most accomplished neurosurgeons in America.

He traveled around the world, preforming "miracles" on cases who were known as "inoperable", saving lives of nearly 700 patients is a short while of three years.

And today, he was called in to assist on a case of a little boy who was badly hit in the back of his head, and the staff needed the best pair of hands to avoid any permanent damage who may hurt the boy's future and health.

After greeting and examining the kid, Fitz scrubbed in, and went on with preforming the surgery.

During the entire Time, the staff watched Fitz from the OR gallery and were in complete shock of his amazing skills.

He was very light handed, preforming impossible moves in a few seconds, and after four short hours, the surgery was finished with great success.

Everyone cheered for Fitz when he left the OR and was on his way to the On - Call rooms to get a light nap.

After resting a bit, Fitz decided to take a tour at the hospital by himself.

The traveling was taking a toll on his personal life, and he was contemplating starting a family of his own, settle down and work in a local hospital.

While marching near the patient rooms in the hall, his eye caught a nearly empty one.

No visitors or family members seen,

Only a small body, covered with multiple blankets, and hooked to life sustaining machines.

The person seemed so fragile, innocent.

He couldn't help but walk inside and look at the patient.

It was a young woman, probably in her early twenties, she had beautiful caramel skin, soft balcony curls, and angelic face.

But it seemed like she was frowning in her sleep, as if something was bothering her.

Before he could control himself, he reached out and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

Her skin was so soft, yet so cold.

Her chest rose and fell in sync with the machines, and her heartbeat sound filled the room through the monitor.

"She's been here for a few months." A voice said behind him.

He quickly removed his hand from her face and turned around.

The kind nurse, Rachel, was standing behind him.

She smiled and moved closer.

"No one came to visit. She has no family or friends... she's only 24 and already on the verge of death." She sighed and continued "she was brought in after a fatal attack. Some man broke into her apartment and tried to rub her but she fought. He shot her in the head and heart. We preformed an emergency craniotomy but she remained a vegetable so far. The doctors are giving her another moth to pull through before turning off the life support... it's a shame." She sat on the bed and gently rubbed her leg with her fingers.

"I go in here a lot. I talk to her, tell her about life and things happening around amazing, it feels like She listens... like she can hear me, but can't respond... trapped in her own body." Rachel rose up and patted Fitz on the shoulder.

He immediately felt sorry for the beautiful poor girl in front of him.

He looked at her grace in awe, and that exact moment he made a decision. She's worthy of living. He was going to give her a chance.

"Can I have her chart please?" He requested of Rachel. She nodded, and came back a second later with the chart.

"Olivia Carolyn Pope, 24, Artist. Brought in for severe internal bleeding hematoma, and was in coma ever since. Latest M.R.I scans show no change of her brain activity." He mumbled the information to himself.

"Rachel, I want new scans, and blood work done. Give me anything we can find on her medical history. I'm giving this girl her life back." Rachel screeched eagerly, she was happy that Olivia might wake up, and might finally be freed.


Fitz found himself once again laying awake in bed. Something drew him into thought of Olivia for the millionth time this day, let alone this week.

It's been six days since he saw her, and he didn't stop looking for a way to help her every since.

He was currently waiting for the last test results he ordered to be preformed on her, and he couldn't fall asleep.

What was it?

Why was she so... enchanting? How can a lifeless, cold, small body laying in a huge hospital bed make him want to revive her so bad? He has never been so determined in his life.

He couldn't get his mind off her face.

Her beautiful face.

Her inviting, red plump lips, her big closed eyes with her overwhelmingly long lashes. Her skin soft and flawless, and he just wanted to see what she looked like when she smiles, a big, real, joyful smile with her pretty mouth, that will reach her wondering eyes.

And was eager to make it happen.

Olivia Pope. He is going to meet Olivia Pope.


The next day, he went to her room first thing in the morning, as he did for the last 6 days.

But as he touched her face, something was different.

She was warm.

And the edges of her mouth showed the slightest sign of curving into a smile.

She wasn't there yet, but it's like she felt something good was going to happen today.

A few minutes later, Rachel came inside with a run.

"Dr, Grant! Dr. Grant! You have to see this! The scans from last night! Look!" She gave him the photos Of Olivia's latest brain scan.

"Unbelievable! There's a tumor! It seems benign... and operable! It's pressing into her nerves, that's why she cans wake or move! Wait, wait, that means..." he stepped closer to Her bed, and placed his arm on hers.

"Olivia, you can hear us. She knows we're here, she knows what we're saying! Don't worry, we're gonna wake your body." He looked at Rachel, who was half crying and smirked.

"Rachel, go prep and OR immediately. I'm removing this tumor today!" Rachel ran outside and Fitz started prepping Olivia for her surgery.

3 hours later, Fitzgerald Grant was halfway through removing the tumor, when a stronger blood rush started flowing back to Olivia's brain, dictating her organs will restore function once she wakes up.

Once he fully removed the remaining of the tumor cells, he prepared to close.

"Congratulations Dr. Grant, you've successfully removed the.." the scrub nurse didn't finish her sentence before...

"Flat line! V - Feb!" The fellow doctor called.

Fitz was so close, He can't lose her now, he won't.

"Get the crash cart! We are not losing her! Charge to 120 NOW!" He yelled, leaving the tools to his intern, exposing her chest to shock with the paddles.

"1...2...CLEAR!" He shocked her.

"No change, still in V - feb"

"Charge to 200 damnit!"

"1...2...CLEAR!" Everything was moving so fast, and her heartbeat still wasn't there.

"We're losing her" a voice called.

"Not today! NOT NOW!" He waited, with his hands on her chest, not moving, looking at every move of the monitor screen. He waited six seconds, then hit her chest with the strongest hit he could master without breaking her ribs.

"Sinus Tech. She's back!" The nurse called and everyone cheered.

"Good Job everyone, Tyler, you can close." He turned and his intern nodded.

As he threw his gloves away, he couldn't help but smirk. Not if pride or smugness, but from happiness. He had a feeling that this was only the beginning.


A I think later, Fitz was sitting in her room, wondering why wasn't she awake yet? She should've been up and responsive right now, yet nothing.

He reached for her hand, (that almost seemed to be his hobby by now) and touched her gently, trying to encourage her one last time.

"Hey Olivia, it's Dr. Grant. I know it's hard, and painful, but you have to fight. One last push. Just give me a sign that you're still here, and I promise to personally take care of you. I know it's odd, but I care about you Olivia. I don't know why, but I do. I want to meet you, And I need you to fight for this. You can. Just move a finger, jiggle your eyebrow... anything! Please!" He pleas and waited for a response. Nothing. He knew this was it. She's gone, he didn't save her. And he now has to let her go.

He kissed her temple, a single tear escaping his eyes.

He put his hand in the venting machine, and prepare to turn it off.

She coughed.

His eyes shot to her direction, and he saw her wide eyed opened wide, staring at him, her eyes pleading him for help, fighting the air tube.

Finally.

Her eyes were soft, brown orbs.

Sweet and pleading, but also filled with fire and desire to live.

He quickly and carefully removed the tube, and she gasped for her first breath of air.

She coughed.

"Miss Pope, Olivia, can you hear me? Do you understand what I am saying?" He asked while also checking her pupils.

She slowly nodded her head.

"Can you speak? Can you say your name?"

She took a deep breath, and chilled out

"O...Oli-" she started weakly, barely able to continue.

"It's okay, take your time. I'm here." He squeezed her had in reassurance.

She she opened her mouth and tried again

"O-Oli...Olivia...P-Pope" she smiled, for the very first time, and Fitz started in awe.

She was really a survivor.

"Hi." he gave her a heartwarming smile of his own.

"Hi."