Chapter 2: The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree
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Olivia swallows hard as he hangs up, sitting in bed and staring at her phone. Not believing that she just threatened his life but knowing he cannot cross her without consequences. She lays back in bed, pulling up the covers and closing her eyes. All the memories from the trail replaying behind her eyes as she drifts off to sleep.
She stares up at the ceiling as her 6:00am alarm goes off, "I'm up." She snaps, slamming her hand down on the alarm to stop the beeping. Tonight she has her usual Sunday dinner with her father and she plans on bringing up his visit with Fitz.
Olivia goes about her usual Sunday - going for a jog in the morning, working in the White House and doing her work as Command.
The fresh Spring air tousles her hair as she steps out of her car to join her father for dinner. Wearing a white dress with a light coat over it to keep the slight Spring chill from biting her skin. The restaurant buzzes with conversation as she finds her father sitting at their usual table - a creature of habit.
"Olivia." He says, standing and smiling at her. Olivia brings her mouth into a slight smile, confused and angry at him for causing all of this.
"Dad." Olivia says carefully, kissing his cheek and sitting down. They study each other carefully, both of them true predators even if they would like to think differently.
They order a bottle of red wine, both of them knowing what they want to eat and handing the menus back to the waitor when they are finished ordering.
Olivia folds her hands on the table, looking at her father and sighing, "How was Vermont?" She asks, taking a steady breath as he cocks his head at her.
"Vermont?" He asks, sipping his wine and looking back at her. An apple does not fall far from the tree.
"Come on, dad. We aren't playing this game. I know you went to Vermont and told Fitz." Olivia says gently, her tone controlled and levelled.
"Olivia, why would I do that?" Eli asks, leaning forward in his chair, "Why would I go visit the man who used you for all those years?" He asks, chuckling.
Olivia shakes her head, "You told him so he could get me out. He called me last night and I told him exactly what I told you - do not cross me. But you crossed me, dad." Olivia says, sipping her wine and staring at him with a cold look. The past 3 months of being command as taught her how to keep her emotions sealed behind a brick wall.
Eli laughs, sitting back in his chair, "I knew this would happen. Now Olivia Pope is threatening the only man she has ever truly loved. The love of her life. May I remind you that you told the world you were his mistress and let your image fall?" He snaps at her, "Now Olivia or command, listen to me. My dear daughter needs to realize who Fitzgerald Grant is and how his every emotion controls her." Eli says calmly, sitting back as the food arrives and nodding at the waiter as he leaves.
Olivia doesn't say a work back, letting her father's words settle in her brain as she eats her dinner. The restaurant busy with couple and families on the Sunday night and many people taking photos of the well known Olivia Pope.
As their plates are cleared in front of them, Olivia sips her wine to wash down the last bite of her chicken breast, "Fitzgerald Grant needs to stay out of my way. If he crosses me, I will not hesitate." Olivia says, her father's words still circling her thoughts.
"Right. Olivia, the second you see the man, you are riding him into the night. Tell me how you will kill the man that you want to have children with." Eli snaps, looking at her with a frustrated look, "Olivia, it's time for you to hand the duty of command over to someone else. You have the oval now. You have the power and should be happy with that." Eli says clearly for her to understand, shaking his head at his daughter.
Olivia drinks the rest of her wine quickly, putting her glass down and getting up, "You crossed me." She snaps at him, grabbing her jacket and purse. She struts out of the restaurant and unlocks her car, she scans the area and catches a unmarked SUV sitting across the street.
"Really." She whispers under her breath, crossing the street quickly and approaching the SUV. She knocks on the tinted window, a cool stern looking man unrolling the window.
"Tell your boss to get a life and stop following his ex mistress around." Olivia snaps at the secret service detail.
The man looks at her, his eyes wide, "Ma'am-" he starts but Olivia cuts him off.
"Do not ma'am me. Tell your boss that and also tell him to grow up and move on." Olivia says, her own words hurting her heart.
"Olivia." Fitz's voice echoes through the car speakers.
"Our boss was on the phone with us. So he heard your message." The man says, looking at Olivia with a raised eyebrow.
"You heard me, Fitz. Call off your dogs. They need protecting from me." Olivia warns, shaking her head.
"Well if we're going to air our laundry in front of them and keep talking, I have always said to never call yourself a mistress. That we have more than that." Fitz says, sitting in his office at the Grant Foundation and rubbing his face.
"Goodbye Fitzgerald. Call off your fucking dogs. Do not make me act on the threat you have made by following me around." Olivia warns, walking across the street and getting in her car. She throws her coat and purse beside her on the passenger seat and slamming her hands against the steering wheel in frustration. She drives home, parking in the underground parking and gets out of her car. Her heels echo through the quiet underground parking, getting in the elevator and taking a deep breath.
"I'm armed." Olivia snaps, feeling a human presence behind her in the elevator. Reaching into her purse and wrapping her hand around the gun.
"Liv. It's me." Huck's voice says softly, standing behind her in the elevator.
Olivia turns around, looking at him, "Huck? What are you doing?" Olivia asks, her hand leaving her gun quickly.
Huck looks at her, "We will talk about that when we are in your apartment." Huck says, the elevator doors opening to her floor and following her inside her apartment. He shuts the door behind him as Olivia puts her purse and coat down.
"Olivia Pope, you were a fixer. My fixer. But now you are command. You are running the organization that ruined my life." Huck says calmly, his eyes hurt and sad.
Olivia shakes her head, "Huck-
"No, Olivia. You could of had a good life after the president left. You could of been the Chief of Staff and had the love of your life but instead of being with the man you love, you decided to be command." Huck says, raising his voice as frustration runs into his body.
Huck walks to the door, looking at Olivia on last time, "Tell me something. Have you put somebody in the hole yet? Have you taken away someone's rights and freedoms because you stick them in a dark hole for months. You take away their hope of living. But being command does the exact same thing to a person as being in the hole." Huck says, walking out the door and shutting it behind him.
Olivia stands in the living room of her apartment, Huck's words replaying in her head as she gets into her silk pajamas.
"Olivia, keep it together." She whispers as she climbs into bed. Her body working to hold down the tears. She lays back in bed, tears escaping her eyes and rolling quickly down her cheeks.
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." She whispers to herself as she cries into her cream white pillow case.
