Olivia couldn't believe what she had been told as the jet headed back toward Washington. There had been a fight with Jake and she told him where she needed to be. She just shook her head and blamed herself for more of his problems. Abby was in tears as she told her about Fitz. Then she bawled her out for abandoning her and the man she said she "supposedly " loved.

"We are landing , maam" the pilot said as he announced from the cockpit. Olivia took another swig of her wine and then had the flight attendant take away her tray. She took out her compact and gave herself a once over. Pretty good considering the rough few weeks. Maybe the vacation is just what she needed and it was time to get back to reality. She couldn't stay away forever. But now she had to be there because he needed her. She almost lost him before , she couldn't bear to lose him again. Taking the picture she had in her wallet, a tear began to form. No , she couldn't go through this again.

Fitz continued to move through the place. He had wondered what he was supposed to learn from this experience. It had been nice to see his mother and Jerry again. If he was indeed in heaven, then he wouldn't be seeing Big Jerry or Verna. They obviously had their places in hell. He wondered if his place was there too for the crimes he committed. His thoughts were interrupted by another familiar voice.

"Fitz?" he heard.

"Over here." The voice said. Again.

He shielded his eyes from the bright sun. When it parted, he finally saw who was calling to him.

"James?"

Before him was a man with dark spiked hair . He was wearing a white sweater with white slacks. Fitz recognized him mostly for the black rimmed glasses he wore and the sympathetic look on his face.

Fitz walked over and immediately hugged the man. James was over come with emotion and his grasp of the President was overpowering. It was almost as if he didn't want to let go. Sensing why he might want to hang on to him, he forced himself a way from the man.

"It is so great to see you . I mean, not this way, but it is still great to see you." James exclaimed with a smile.

"Well I didn't plan this, it just sort of happened." Fitz said with his head down.

" I didn't plan to get shot either. But I started snooping around like I was Woodward and Bernstein and someone got wise. Next thing I know I am here looking down on a body that is laying in the street with Jake Ballard watching me die and saying that my baby is going to be taken care of. Which is all well and good, but did I mention that Jake Ballard was the one who shot me." James admitted.

"Jake Ballard!" Fitz exclaimed. "My friend, Jake.?"

"He is not a nice person. He has hurt someone who is very near and dear to you a few times. He put Olivia in the hospital and another time he choked her and she couldn't breathe. He is not the person that you think he is." James was very careful about what he said to the man. He knew that he was going back to earth. He took a breath when he said it. "And he was the one who went with Olivia when she disappeared after the election." This cut him to the quick.

"I can't believe that Jake would do this to me. Doesn't he know what she means to me?" he put his head in his hands and started to cry.

"Obviously Jake just cares about Jake." James said sarcastically. "Typical man. "

He was anxious to hear about the ones he had left behind. "So how is Cyrus and my little angel Ella? I miss them everyday.

"I think Cyrus is still hurting. He is still wearing his wedding ring. He has buried himself in work to take the pain of losing you away. I worry about him because you should grieve, not try to bury yourself. Ella has grown so much and she is so smart. She is going to be a beautiful , intelligent young woman someday and with Cyrus guiding her, she will be able to take over the world." Fitz was indeed proud of his own little goddaughter.

"I hope he doesn't do something foolish. I know he has a good heart, but it can get clouded sometimes. " James admitted."How are you and Olivia?"

Fitz shook his unkempt hair, "Don't ask.." he muttered.

"I certainly hope this doesn't mean that you are staying with the Wicked Witch of the West Wing." James sneered.

"You wouldn't even recognize her. She strolls the halls of the White House in dirty clothes and uggs. She drinks constantly and eats potato chips and fried chicken. It as if the day she lost her little boy, she lost everything . She feels bad for the way she treated him and she can't even face the day. I would give anything to have back the old bitch Mellie and her calculating and scheming ways. At least then I would know how to deal with her. I don't know how to deal with this one. "

"I do know this. That woman loves you." James smiled.

"Mellie?" Fitz didn't know what he meant.

"No Olivia. She has stuck by you when you have ended it. She wouldn't leave your side and came back to the white house when you were shot. I could tell at Ella's christening how sad she was. She tried to hide it , but I could tell. She would look over at you when the priest was blessing Ella, I told Cyrus later that maybe we had made a mistake. He said that you guys would patch things up. Did you guys get a chance to talk after the christening?"

Fitz had a sly look on his face when James talked about the christening. "Yeah, we ran into each other." The statement was comical since he had fond memories of that night. He had practically watched her walk out of the party , followed her down the hall and then he attacked her in some utility closet. He then told her how he would no longer be accountable when he was controlled by his erections. He had succeeded to break her heart again.

Once again, James put his arm around Fitz. "When you were on the Trail. We both found love. We both found someone that we could share our lives with. I can't be with Cyrus anymore, but it is not too late for you. When you get back to earth, tell her." James couldn't stress this enough.

"Tell her?" Fitz asked.

"Tell her you love her. And if she brushes it away, tell her again. Promise her the moon but this time don't just talk about it. Do it. Call a lawyer, get that divorce, but don't tell her. Instead go see a therapist. See why you are the way you are. Find out how to make yourself a better man. Then when you are ready , ask her out. Take her some flowers and go to a restaurant. Have a date like normal people do. Then maybe go for a stroll on the mall, kiss by the Lincoln Memorial, just go for a walk and hold hands, that will tell her that you truly care for her. Then when you are both ready, you can head for that house in Vermont. " James knew it was important for him to tell how he could repair the damage in his life.

"We need a little bit of normal, we have had a lifetime of drama." Fitz said thoughtfully. Suddenly the clouds were parting , and Fitz was seeing the room where he was laying again. The voices in the peaceful place were getting softer and softer. He could still see James , but even he was getting further and further away.

"Tell Ella I love her and tell my Cyrus I will always love him" James took out a hankie and wiped his eyes.

"MR PRESIDENT!" the doctor exclaimed. Fitz opened his eyes and then he saw where he was. He was in a special bedroom in the Residence. It was made up to be like a hospital room with monitors and ivs. He looked down at his arm and the hose that went in his veins. An oxygen hose was lodged in his nose. The sleep clothes were gone, he was in a hospital gown. The whole scene reminded him of when he was shot on his birthday.

"Thank God!" Mellie exclaimed as she bent down to kiss him. It was a new Mellie. She was wearing a purple Michael Kors dress with pearls. Her hair was done and she had make up on. She had looked like herself again.

"Daddy!" Karen bent down to hug him and then she laid her head on his chest. He took his hand and stroked her hair.

"Welcome back Sir." Abby smiled as she stood at the foot of the bed.

"Am I in the hospital ?" Fitz wondered.

"Couldn't have that Sir. No that would just about finished you off. Instead we brought in a doctor and some equiptment. Andrew has effectively been running things with my help and Reds. No one has been the wiser and the press has been told nothing of this." Cyrus said. "But I am sure glad you are back." He smiled

He watched everyone standing around his bed. Then he looked around and he couldn't see her anywhere. Suddenly he listened, and heard the familiar echo of Jimmy Choos on the marble floors. He knew who it was.

"I'm sorry." She said as she threw her arms around him. "I just needed some time away."

Fitz knew what he had to do now.