Hello fellow gladiators. I hope you are all are enjoying this story. I had started another story called Presidential Overtures which was a Grey's crossover with Scandal. For the time being, I am working on this story. With everyone's feelings about the S3 finale , I just thought that this story would be enjoyed more . I promise a few twists and turns along the way. But there will be a great payoff at the end I promise… Thanks for welcoming me into the world of Scandal…here comes Chapter Four and I promise as much drama as the real thing.
Mellie was exasperated. Everything that she had was now coming apart. She was getting used to the fact that she would be First Lady for another four years. She had been saved . But it almost looked like that once again her over sensitive husband was letting his emotions rule his life. First, the whole deal with Olivia and now this. He had to be brought back to the brink. Sally couldn't win because she was a monster. She needed to be the fixer this time.
Pushing Olivia to the side, she pulled open the door of the Oval Office. "I swear , do I have to do everything around here." Mellie burst into the door at full force.
He was ready. He knew this showdown was coming. There had been the election and now having to plan Gerry's funeral, they really had any time to confront the real issues. But he knew that she would take out all stops , both were not stupid, intelligent legal minds trained at the finest law schools in the country. But he had it. Olivia had returned to him and he treated her terribly. That very fact tore at his very core . He poured himself another tumbler of the amber liquid . He told himself for courage. He needed it , because he was fighting the fight of his life.
Taking another swig, he poured the burning liquid down his throat. He could hear the fatal sound of her heels clinking on the tiles. He rested his hand on the desk , using it as a crutch to hold him up.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mellie ripped the glass from Fitz's hand. "Do you know you are ruining everything? You are so weak. Your father was right. You don't have what it takes. Sally Langston is posed and ready to take what is rightfully hers. She now has the ammunition to take the Presidency."
Fitz just eyed Mellie as the typical monster she was. He just stood and said with surrender. "Let her have it. I lost anyway." He then retrieved the bottle and started to pour another drink in a glass nearby.
Mellie took him by the shoulders. She had to make her point because she was right. "But honey, don't you understand ? God has smiled on us. By some miracle, you won. " This was just about enough. Fitz broke from his wife's embrace. It was all part of her manipulations.
"I won? You think I won? We now have the task of burying our son . I hardly think that's a victory." He seethed. He took another sip.
"We still have a lot of work to do , Fitzgerald. The deal was two terms. It is far from over. We still have two other children. We can go on from here."
"You have two other children. I don't know what the hell I have." Fitz knew he hit a nerve by the look on her face. " I don't even know if they are mine. I mean , with what you told me about Big Jerry and him raping you. I wouldn't even be surprised if you got yourself knocked up to hold on to your little plan."
Mellie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Tears came to her eyes. "You couldn't believe that I am such a monster. "
"Oh but I do. I believe you would do what you had to . You lied during the election and said you had a miscarriage, you induced labor, and don't you even get me started about Defiance. I know for a fact that you were cheating on me long before Olivia. There were rumors of you and Paul Morley at the beginning of the campaign. I am sure there were others as well. And now this whole thing with Andrew and right in my house." Fitz had made a direct hit.
"You have room to talk. I would love to see that Secret Service log and see how many trips were made to Olivia Pope's apartment and office. I would also like to see how much footage from the Oval Office was destroyed since your inauguration ."
"How many times do I have to tell you . I love her. I was willing and I am still willing to give this all up for her. There is a big difference between you and her Mellie, she would love for me myself , not just what I could give her. " Fitz knew he was coming down to the wire now. He turned to Mellie and took her hands. "Let's stop fooling ourselves. Before anyone else gets hurt. We both are in love and with someone else. Let's just stop hurting each other. We will go to California to bury our son, but after that we will start proceedings.
Mellie couldn't believe wha t Fitz was saying, "You mean?"
"Yes, Mellie let's end this charade. I will make another address with you at my side for the last time. I will redeem myself with the American people. I will show Sally that I am a force to be feared. And then I will announce that with this latest tragedy, that we are sorry to say that even with counseling , our marriage can't be saved. So with both sides mutually agreeing , we will be filing for divorce." Fitz said with resignation.
"And what exactly do I get? I mean in California I can contest the divorce and get half of everything. I can bring up your infidelities. "Mellie was careful of her use of words.
"If you bring up anything, you can kiss your political career goodbye. So I suggest you be a good girl." He had to shake his head. Sometimes she could be such a child. "Here is what we are going to do. We are going to California to bury our son. It will be a private funeral. Andrew will come with us since he is an old family friend and Olivia as a dear advisor and dear friend will be coming as well. That way we can both be comforted and both of our indiscretions will be hidden for the time being." He had to applaud himself sometimes for the mind that he had.
Fitz and Mellie had taken Andrew and Olivia into a conference room along with Cyrus . They both explained to their respected lovers this ingenious plan.
"It is good . but will the public buy it?" Cyrus wondered.
A smile came to Olivia 's face. She knew the group who could make the American public buy anything. They would go over a cliff for her. The best part is that she could let her 'gladiators" know that she was alright after the abrupt exit . They could fix this and the best part is that this client wouldn't have to pay anything. He had already given her his heart.
"I think we can do it." Olivia looked at Fitz. She smiled shyly at him.
It was a place that looked like civilization had forgotten it. The walls were dank and dark. It reeked of the smell of death. Yet it was the headquarters of the most sinister part of the government. Ops were brought here if they dared disobeyed command. Eli Pope, may have looked like any common business man, but he had the power. He had more clout and clearance even than the President . That suited him fine because Grant had taken something more precious away from him. He had returned the favor by having someone taken from him. He was the one who killed the eldest son of the President. Pope now made the rules.
"No!" a bearded Jake Ballard screamed with terror as two thugs held his arms behind his back.
Eli paced back and fourth with a sinister look . He had a mission and Ballard failed . He must pay.
"I gave you one job. I even gave her a plane to get away from him. I told you he would poison my Olivia and he would break her heart. You were to separate them forever. And now you have failed. " The look on Rowan's face was more sinister than he could ever remember it was. He turned and then gave the order,"
"Put him in the box." He commanded. The two men pushed Jake into the hole in the floor. Here is where he would stay.
Back in the shadows, a small face looked on as the prison was incarcerated. He had found a way to escape and he needed to get out. His focus wasn't that clear , since he had lost his glasses a long time ago. The once new Burberry black trench just hung on his bones now. His once perfectly coiffed hair was long and stringy. He moved his hands along the wall and made his way into the light again. He had the makings of the story of the century and it almost cost him his own life. But that wasn't the most important thing anymore. He had to return to the two loves of his life.
He took out the crumpled photo. He was smiling and so was his lover, his partner, and their little angel.
He had to warn them that the storm was coming.