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"Hello? Hello?" somebody was yelling out.

Olivia was walking around the forest, trying to find out where she was. Then she heard a voice. It was male voice, who sounded like he was in his late 20s or his early 30s.

She walked toward the direction, of the sound, and she found the front of the plane. He was sitting in the pilot seat, Olivia realizing that he was the pilot of the plane. He had brown hair, green eyes and looked like he was about 5'8.

"Hello? Anybody there?" He asked out.

She walked into the broken plane and saw him struggling with the seat belt.

"Don't struggle, it might cause more damage." She suggested.

He looked up and gulped.

"My name is Olivia Pope." She said. "You are?"

"Larry... Larry Scott." He answered.

"Are you okay?"

"... I don't think I see any physical damage."

Olivia nodded. "Now, Larry do you know where the emergency kit is?"

"The first cabinet on the right." He answered.

She turned around and found the cabinet and found the emergency kit. It contained a long rope, flash lights, batteries, portable radio, different hand knives, hatchet, matches, flare gun and a first-aid kit.

And the lower cabinet, it had supplies of canned foods and packets of bottles of water.

Olivia went back to the pilot's seat and using the hand knife, cut the seat belt, letting him come out. They safely came out of the plane, with the survival kit and supplies of foods.

Then she felt a stare from Larry. She gave him a questioning look.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare, but your arms..." He drifted off pointing to the impaled piece. She almost forgot about it even being stuck in there.

"It's bearable." She answered looking at it, wondering why it is not hurting.

"We should bandage it up, before it gets infected." He suggested as he brought out a bandage from the survival kit. Olivia nodded as he held a strong grip of her arm. With a shift motion, he pulled it out, making the blood splatter all over the place. He applied pressure on it and tried to look at the wound and looked back up at Olivia. "I.. I'm afraid that we need to patch this thing up."

Olivia gulped. It was true that the blood was gushing through and there had to be something done, but how can he trust him? How does he even know what to do? When she gave him a questioning look, he smiled and said,

"I was in the military for a while. It was a requirement that we needed to learn."

When Olivia gave him an approving look, he opened up a first aid kit and found sutures and some antiseptic to sanitize the wound. "In a count of three, I am going to sanitize and start patching up the wound."

She gave him a slight nod as she shoved a piece of clothe in her mouth.

"And Olivia? I'm sorry to tell you this; it is going to hurt a lot, but you cannot pass-out." He warned. And in a count of three, her scream was echoing out in the woods.

Cyrus was in his office, his hand placed on his head.

I mean it was sure a relief that the Grant administration got their 2nd term but everything was a mess.

The so-called president is in a state of shock, his wife is bursting into his office 24/7 demanding for Olivia Pope, who is... Gone.

He let out a deep sigh. He truly did miss Olivia. As a fixer, but also as his "friend". Then his personal cell starting ringing.

After zoning out for a second, he picked up his phone and saw a 'blocked' number.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Don't look for her." A deep voice from the other side replied. It wasn't hard to realize that it was Rowan.

Cyrus let out a big sigh. He should have known. "It's you isn't it?"

"I'm asking you nicely. Do not look for her. She is gone for good."

"... I think, you underestimate the power that the White House hold in this nation. And even though you are the command of the highest agency, we have the power of the President. We will make sure, we do everything in our power to get her back."

From the other line, he heard a faint chuckle. "Please. I assure you, that while you walk on this earth, you will not find Olivia Pope." There was a moment of silence between to line, and Rowan continued. "And Cyrus, as an old-friend sake I am telling you, don't look for her. It won't do you any good."

And with that, the line went dead.

xxxxx

Cyrus was pacing around the room. He had yelled into the phone that the white house will do everything in their power to get Olivia back, but the big question was; How?

I mean sure, they had all the resources but you can't just go out and look for a woman, who was in a private jet, using national resources.

A woman, who was also accused of sleeping with the president less than a year ago.

Cyrus picked up his phone once again, wondering if he was doing the right move. But honestly, what moves did he have left?

"Hello, this is Oliv-" The voice hesitated. "How can I help you?'

"This is Cyrus Beene. Chief of Staff."

"Okay..?" The voice answered. It sounded like a woman, probably, Abby's.

"I need to talk to your tech guy."

He heard a scoff on the other end. "And what makes you think that I am going to hand to this phone to him?"

"..." Cyrus thought for a moment. "Because I am trying to find Olivia Pope, and you guys are the only thing I can count on."

From the other line, he heard Abby screaming Huck's name. As he heard a shift, Cyrus said,

"Hello?"

"..." There was no reply.

"This is Cyrus Beene." He explained himself once again. "Chief of staff."

"..." It was dead silence.

"..Hello?" Cyrus asked once again with the silence of the other end.

"I'm listening." Huck finally answered.

"I am trying to find Olivia Pope, and I was hoping that you were willing to cooperate."

"..." There was a moment of silence. "Olivia left because she didn't wanted to be found. I have no intention to ruin it for her, so I think this conversation is over."

"Wait!" Cyrus yelled out before Huck can hang up on him. "Rowan. You know him right? Command?"

There wasn't a sound but Cyrus felt the tension through the line. If that was even possible.

"He set her up on this. He wanted her out. He lured her and sent her off to.. God-knows where?!" Cyrus exclaimed, trying to explain. "I got a call today, from command, saying to back off from her, and this only means that he was behind all this. So we need to help her. I know that you probably know me as some political-power craving dog, but I really do need to find Liv."

"..."

Cyrus was waiting for an answer. When he sighed as he was about to hang up, Huck replied.

"Give me 2 hours. I'll try to find everything I can."

After dealing with her wound, Larry went back to the plane to see if he could send a signal so they could get some help.

Olivia was sitting there, wrapped in a blanket. And for the first time in her life, she did not know what she was doing.

Olivia was a woman in control.

She was smart, brilliant, and honorable.

People respected her, came for her help at their lowest moment and looked up to her.

She was politically powerful and with her broad connections, she was unstoppable.

But now, she was sitting in the middle of.. God-knows where, wrapped in blanket, holding her arm that was still stinging. Not knowing if she is going to survive this.

xxx

After a while, there was a fire settled in front of Larry and Olivia.

Because it was getting dark, Larry suggested that they make a fire to keep them warm at night. And because Olivia had an injured arm, he did all the work while she was zoning out.

There was an awkward silence between them as they both decided to stare at the fire.

"My full name is Larry Jaden Scott. I am 32 years old. I have a husband named Noah and a little girl named Cami. We adopted her when she was.. 3 months old. She has a piercing blue eyes and a blonde hair. Well, it is kinda turning brown as she age but... She is still a little angel." Larry started talking, breaking the silence.

Olivia looked at him wondering why he started introducing himself.

He smiled. "Well, it seems like we are going to be here for a while, and it won't hurt if we... I don't no.. Get to know each other a little bit."

She let a faint smile. 'Well at least he didn't seem like a bad person.' She thought.

"Cami is turning 6 this summer. She is going to a elementary school. It's really amazing you know. How kids grow so fast. I remember when she first walked and how happy Noah and I was and before you know it, she is already going to school." He looked up at the sky. "We live in Vermont-"

But before he can continue, Olivia chuckled.

"Why?" He asked looking at her.

"It's nothing." She said. "It's just... This guy that I knew, we always talked about living in Vermont. He becoming the mayor, me making jam and having kids..." She drifted off as her smile washed off her face as she remembered Fitz.

Fitzgerald she thought. She wondered how he was keeping up.

But then she shook the thought out of her head because she found herself foolish about worrying about him when she was the one in the verge between life and death.

"Oh I'm sorry." Larry replied.

Olivia looked up. "Why?"

"You said that you knew him. Past-tense?"

"Oh.. Well.. We didn't break up. It's just.." She looked down. "I don't even know what I am doing with him, honestly."

Larry looked at her with his eyes. He looked very.. Caring.

"It's a long story." Olivia replied.

'I mean of course it is a long story' she thought to herself. 'An extra-martial affair with a president? How can it be short?'

"We have plenty of time." He replied with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

They looked at each other and for the first time, they shared a laugh.

Fitz was in sitting on his bed. He was still in a state of shock. The moments of Jerry's death was flashing back into his head as Mellie's word was lingering in his ears. And Olivia.. He cannot forget the look that she gave him when he yelled at her and informed about Jerry's death. He just needed to see her.

He was sitting on his bed, mindless. He was physically there, but he wasn't there.

He saw doctors coming and going checking his temperature and putting needles in him, but he could care less.

He did not feel anything.

Everything was in a blur and the noises were blocked out.

He heard himself breathing as a faint pulse was felt on his neck. Since yesterday, he only asked for one person, Olivia Pope, but she was nowhere in his sight.

When Mellie came up to him, she was saying something but he couldn't understand her. It was all a blur. Then she gave him a pill and a glass of water. He was holding the pill on one hand and was holding a glass of water on the other.

Without thinking, he threw the glass against the wall, shattering across the room.

"FITZGERALD GRANT!" Mellie yelled out.

He looked at her with his blue-grey eyes. He stared into her brown eyes for a moment and screamed as loud as he can. "I WANT YOU TO GET OLIVIA POPE!"

Mellie held up her hand against her head as she closed her eyes.

"What part of that did you not get?" Fitz asked. "Is it that hard to call her up into the white house? Does it hurt your ego? Or are you just too busy screwing Andrew? Tell me what-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mellie yelled out in frustration. "She's gone!"

For a moment, Fitz didn't know what Mellie was talking about. 'Gone? Who?' He thought.

Then a sense of denial came into his mind. 'Olivia? She would never leave me.'

Of course he said some harsh things to her but she would never leave him. It was just another bump between them, like Defiance and Verna. He had no doubt that they would get over this. But.. 'Gone?' He thought.

"Why? Is it so devastating to realize that your whore has ran away from you?" Mellie scoffed. "That she finally came to her senses realizing that you are a liar and left you? Is it so hard to believe that?"

Fitz looked up at Mellie. "Olivia..."

"She left you." Mellie finished the sentence for him as she left the room, giving a good slam on the door.

A/N: Just to clarify, the pilot, Larry, is alive. He's also gay, has a happy family. So no, nothing will happen between Olivia and Larry.

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