(AN: in case any of you wondered it is football as in soccer, habit I guess.)

Chapter 2 - Colours and Flavours

10 minutes after meeting Fitz for the second time, the three of them were sat in a huge ice cream parlour. Michael was in awe of the amount of ice cream in the shop, so much so that he wasn't paying any attention to anything Olivia was saying.

They had found a booth to sit in which was towards the back of the shop, Olivia was sat one side whilst Fitz and Michael were sat the other.

"Hey Mikey." Fitz said drawing his eyes away from Olivia.

"Mikey..." Olivia said when he didn't respond to Fitz.

Michael turned to face Fitz with the biggest smile plastered across his face.

"What would like? You can have anything you want." Fitz said smiling back at him.

"Anything?" He wondered.

"Anything. Why don't we go look at all the flavours?" Fitz said, thinking it would be easier for him to choose that way.

"Yeah!" Michael practically jumped from his seat in excitement, racing to where Fitz stood.

When Fitz saw Olivia move to get up he stopped her, she seemed like she could do with a break, so he offered to take Michael to choose his treat and besides, she would still be able to see them from where she sat.

She didn't fancy any ice cream, so she tried to just relax. Even if it was only going to be for a few minutes.

"Not too much Mikey..." Olivia called after the pair started to walk off, she saw Fitz turn around and mischievously grin at her as they walked away, before slumping against the back of her seat.

From her slouched position, she watched them walking to the display counters. Michael was holding Fitz' hand as he skipped across the tiled floor, it was as if he known him his whole life and that scared Olivia. It scared her that he could become so attached to someone that they didn't even really know. What if Fitz was just being kind, she didn't know him or know what he wanted. Heck, she didn't even know his last name let alone why he was being so nice to them. This could all end, as quickly as it started and she didn't know if Michael could cope with another loss at the moment.

Before she knew what had happened, Fitz was helping Michael back into his seat, letting him slide in first so he was up against the wall. Fitz had caught Olivia daydreaming but he didn't know what to say. Instead he focussed on the two giant frozen deserts in his hands, once Michael was settled he placed the ice cream on the table, watching as his eyes lit up.

It was crazy really, he had regretted not getting her number, or even a proper name a month ago on the plane and had been thinking about her since. He wasn't going to let her slip away again.

"Hi..." Olivia said nervously, not really knowing what to say to Fitz.

Whilst Fitz had been watching Michael, Olivia had been intently watching Fitz.

She suddenly looked away from Fitz towards Michael and her jaw dropped. His bowl of ice cream was almost bigger than him.

"Michael."

Michael looked up over his bowl innocently, his eyes wide. He knew he had been told not too much but there were so many different flavours. He couldn't choose just one.

"Fitzy said..."

"Did he?" She said glaring at Fitz.

"Well if you're sick, Fitzy will be clearing it up." She said playfully but secretly hoping he wouldn't be sick, she didn't know if she would be able to deal with that tonight. She was already worn out just from the morning they'd had.

"Deal!" Michael said excitedly, smiling at Fitz .

Fitz wasn't sure what he had just been dragged into but, if it meant he would be able to spend more time with her, he would happily clean up some sick. It was a small price to pay.

He didn't know what it was about her. He wouldn't go so far as to say he was in love but, he wouldn't rule it out. She certainly seemed like someone he could love. But for now, she was essentially a stranger. Although he didn't know her, he was slowly learning and everything he'd learnt so far just impressed him more.

"So... How have you been, since the flight?" Fitz knew that, that question seemed a bit odd. Perhaps even a little awkward but... Well come to think about it, he really didn't have an excuse.

"Not too bad, we got back into the swing of things pretty quick. I started pre-season training and Mikey is easy to please, most of the time, so we find fun things to do most days to fill the time."

She looked at Michael again who was in his own little world. Well him and his ice cream, which was gradually covering his small face. She glanced back up at Fitz to finding him staring straight at her.

"Training?" He said after clearing his throat, realising he'd been caught staring.

"Yeah. I play football professionally."

"Really?" It wasn't judgemental, his response, it was more in awe.

"Yeah..." She replied quietly not wanting to boast about it.

As she looked down she saw Fitz slide his left hand across the top of the table. He placed it on top of hers and squeezed gently.

"Hey... That's incredible you know?" he said silencing pleading that she would look up at him.

She really didn't want to have the conversation that usually followed. When people asked her about football and how she got into it. It was a heavy, and quite frankly a sore subject for her to discuss with someone she didn't know. So she changed the subject.

"What about you Fitz? What do you do, when you're not knocking into strangers?" She joked.

"I erm... Am going to… I'm finishing off school."

She smirked at him. "You're not sure?"

He chuckled, looking at her. "I, well I. I've been travelling recently, I'm supposed to have a year left at school and my plan is to go back and finish. I was sort of having a minor crisis of sorts."

"Oh... What about?"

"Well... I've seen and done some amazing things whilst travelling. And some of the places I've seen were incredible." He smiled to himself reminiscing.

"So where's the problem?"

"I sometimes find myself wondering if I'm missing out on things. If there's more to life, more than just university and finding a career."

"Libs..." Michael interrupted, oblivious to their conversation.

"Yeah Mikey?" She subtly moved her hands from under Fitz', she didn't want Michael to see them.

Michael knelt in his seat to lean over the table, motioning for Olivia to meet him halfway.

"What's up?" She asked when she was closer to him.

"I need a number 1." He spoke in his normal voice.

Fitz couldn't help but smile at them. Michael's whisper wasn't exactly a whisper but it was very cute.

Olivia had taught Michael to use the numbers for indicating if he needed the loo. Mainly because she was fed up of being embarrassed by him, when he announced what he needed to the world.

"Okay, come on then." Olivia was about to stand up when Michael started to talk again.

"No! I'm a big boy now!" He didn't shout, he was just firm.

"Okay..." She was happy to let him test his independence.

"Ready to fly kid?" Fitz asked as he held him under his arms. Once Michael nodded, he effortlessly lifted him over himself and placed him back on the floor.

They watched him plod to the toilets, making sure he was okay. Olivia glanced at her watch to see that it was almost 2pm, they still had plenty of time.

Seeing as Michael wasn't around, Fitz saw his opportunity to talk to Olivia alone.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to do something today. After we're finished here of course. I'd love to spend some more time with you..."

"I'd love to but, I can't leave Mikey."

"He can come too." He was praying that she would agree to it.

"Can Fitzy stay for dinner... Please!?" Michael begged as they pulled up alongside Fitz' car, after an exhausting afternoon.

After Olivia had agreed, Fitz directed them to a fun fair. They spent hours going on the rides whilst getting to know each other more. Fitz had won a giant dinosaur teddy which he had given to a very excitable five year old.

"Fitz may want to go home Mikey." Olivia said not wanting Fitz to feel like he has to stay with them for longer.

"Please Fitzy. Please..."

Fitz looked at Olivia, to see if she was okay with it before he said anything. Once she nodded her head in agreement he smile sweetly at her.

"How about, you follow me back to our house?"

"Sure." Fitz nodded his head.

Within 15 minutes Olivia was pulling up outside the house. She watched Fitz park his car then went to help Michael out, she quickly grabbed his new dinosaur toy. Before she had a chance to move any further, she felt Fitz taking the dinosaur from her. She smiled at him appreciatively then grabbed her training bag.

Fitz waited to follow her into the house. Once inside he set the dinosaur down in the foyer, not really knowing where to put it.

"This way!" Michael shouted as he grabbed his hand.

Fitz happily let him lead him through the house, stopping in various places to point things out.

In the meantime Olivia had decided to call through for a pizza instead of having to cook anything. It wasn't until she went to find Fitz to see what he liked that she overheard Michael talking.

"That's my mommy and daddy. Up there." Michael said pointing towards some family photos. "Libs said that they're with the angels now though. Are your mommy and daddy with the angels Fitzy?"

"No they're not buddy."

"How come my mommy and daddy are then?" He began to cry as Olivia silently walked into the room behind them.

Fitz didn't know what to do so he just picked Michael up and allowed him to cry into his chest. As he looked across the room he could see that Olivia was quietly crying too.

When she noticed him looking, she quickly left to compose herself. She knew it was tough but watching Michael break down like that was killing her. Every time it seemed to hurt that little bit more and she felt like she could do nothing to help him, she couldn't even help herself.

She hadn't realised that Fitz had followed her out from the hallway and into the living room, she watched as he placed a sleepy Michael on the couch then slowly walked towards her.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he reached for her hands. After he'd asked he realised that was a a really dumb question to ask.

"Yeah... It's hard to watch him so upset." She felt a tear roll down her cheek. It was times like this, when she felt helpless, and she felt bad, like she wasn't doing enough for him.

"I know but, you're doing your best. He'll just need time."

Olivia quickly wiped her tear off her face and went to turn for the phone.

"Hey... C'mere." Fitz pulled her in for a hug.

In normal circumstances Olivia was used to the people that would flee. Just seeing how much baggage she had was enough to scare people away forever. But not Fitz. There was something about him. Something different. Something good. At least she hoped.

Before either of them knew what they were really doing their lips connected. It was short but gentle and sweet. Just as soon as it started it stopped. Fitz caressed her face before lowering his head slowly, and meeting her lips again.

Once Olivia realised what had happened, so lightly pushed Fitz away. She quickly looked towards Michael to see if he had seen anything, but thankfully he was still facing the other way.

"I'm sorry," Fitz quickly spoke, as he stepped back, trying to gauge her reaction.

That's when she snapped her head back to look at Fitz, she hadn't meant to push him away like she did, she just panicked a little. She tried to speak, she was ready – mouth open, but no words came out.

"Hey it's ok, I understand." Fitz said trying to reassure her.

He was about to turn away from her, when she reached out to him. She placed her hand into his, and pulled him back towards her, so they were millimetres apart again.

"I didn't mean it like that, it's just I'm not used to this. Ugh that's not what I meant. It's just I don't want Michael to get hurt again."

"It's okay Liv, really."

"I like you Fitz but, is it ok… can we just go slowly, like really slowly, just for now?"