"When you love someone you let them take care of you."
Jodi Picoult

Olivia lifted her arm as slowly as she could as the pain radiated throughout her whole body, looking at her watch she realised she had only been unconscious for 30 minutes. She looked around, her car was still there and her bags were thrown all over the ground next to her. Slowly sitting up, her body growled in detest, it hurt everywhere and she could feel bloody dripping from her face into her lap, she looked over and saw her mobile, sighing with relief she reached over and grabbed it, pain shooting through the whole left side of her body, she cried out in pain. Unlocking the phone she called the number of the one man she knew would come.

Fitz couldn't sleep, he'd come home earlier with Mellie, to their house. The one he rarely stayed at, they'd had friends over for dinner so it was all for show, not because he actually wanted to sleep next to his wife. He had to be on his best behaviour with her at the moment, he couldn't raise any attention to him and Liv's relationship or whatever it was. Fitz preferred his own apartment and his body was protesting, he was uncomfortable and he couldn't sleep. He looked at the clock, 1:30am. He'd been tossing and turning for the past hour and a half, he was about to get out of bed to get some water when his phone started ringing from the hallway. Confused as to who would be calling at 1:30, he leapt out of bed getting there just in time to see that Olivia was calling, he quickly answered the call.

"Liv?" A million thoughts were running through his head and when he heard her sharp intake of breath he knew something was wrong. "Livvie?"

"Fitz. I need you." And just like that, his heart broke.


He had broken every traffic light and ran every stop sign, getting there in 20 minutes instead of the usual 35 it took, pulling into the car park he barely turned off the ignition before jumping out and seeing her there sitting against her car.

"Livvie." He ran to her, kneeling on the ground in front of her, taking her face in his hands. "My sweet baby." His heart was bleeding in pain as he took her in, her face was bloody and bruised, her shirt ripped.

"They didn't rape me." The thought hadn't even crossed his mind and he nearly threw up. "They didn't take anything, I think they got the wrong person. They just roughed me up a little." She said with a shaky breath.

"Livvie, I'm taking you home with me okay." She nodded her agreement, and he slowly placed his arms under her legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he cradled her like a newborn baby to his car, slowly opening the door with arm and placing her in the passenger seat. "Let me just pack up all your stuff and lock your car." He said with a quick kiss to her forehead.


He watched her out of the corner of his eye the whole way home, his hand resting on her thigh as her hands clasped around it.

"Why are you angry?" She asked breaking the silence they had been driving in.

"I'm not angry." He replied.

"Fitz I know you. Is it me? Are you mad at me?" She asked softly.

"No no no. Of course not Liv. I'm mad at Cyrus." He said gripping her thigh tighter.

"What?" She said before it hit her, Cyrus had left her. "Fitz I told him it was okay for him to go. I'm not a baby." Olivia said touched by his anger.

"You're 19 Olivia. You're a young attractive woman, you're a walking target. Cyrus shouldn't have left you. I'm gunna talk to him tomorrow." Fitz said.

"No, no, he'll already feel bad, he doesn't need you on his case okay?" Olivia asked.

"I can't comprehend why he would leave you alone Olivia, he's your godfather he should have stayed with you to walk to your car. I make sure you never walk alone." Fitz said angrily.

"I'm pretty sure you and I have a different relationship to the one I have with Cyrus." Olivia said smiling, trying to loosen Fitz up.

"That's not the point Liv. I'm gunna talk to him tomorrow." Fitz said with a final tone in his voice.

"You can't do that Fitz!" Olivia said quickly.

"What why? He put you in danger; this could have been avoided if he stayed with you." He replied frustrated.

"You can't be angry at him Fitz, cause than he'll know. He'll know something is going on between us and we really don't need him watching us more than he already does. Okay?" Olivia said.

"Fine. I'll drop it, but I'm still mad at him." He said as she softly chuckled.

"Of course you are. Fitz, how did you know I wouldn't go to the hospital or police?" She asked quietly as his thumb brushed over the knuckles of her hand.

"Cause I know you and there's security tapes outside, so we'll get them. My first priority is making sure you are okay and safe." He said as he turned into his apartment building. She picked his hand up off her thigh, kissing it softly. He was a godsend and here in this moment, he was hers.

He insisted on carrying her inside as well, she was too tired to argue and it was always nice to be looked after. His apartment was different to how she had imagined it, it was very him. There was paintings everywhere and a beautiful view of the city right from his lounge room. He lowered her onto the lounge in a sitting position.

"Let me just grab the first aid kit okay?" She nodded her okay as he left the room, returning only moments later. He sat on the coffee table in front of her, placing a leg on either side of her body. "Scoot foreword a bit Liv." She did as asked, her pain representing the pain her body felt. He lifted the swab to her face. "This is going to hurt okay, but I gotta get all the blood off your face okay." He looked for any sign of distress.

"Okay." She placed her hands on his lower thighs, squeezing him as a signal for him to start. He put the first cotton bud to her face and she yelped.

"Sorry baby." He immediately pulled away.

"Baby?" She said with a small smile and he smiled back, she squeezed his thigh again, telling him to continue. He did, she grimed and bared it, a few yelps here and there, his legs were about to fall off from the amount of squeezing she was doing, but her face was clean of blood. He was so tender with her and if she didn't already have feelings for him, she did now.

"No stitches, you'll be bruised for a few days though." He said as he observed her face. Her left eye and cheek was black and blue, she had a few cuts on her forehead, right cheek and one on her chin but he had covered them in butterfly bandages hopeful they wouldn't scar.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Anything for you. Let me go put this away and grab you something to put on okay?" She nodded as he left the room again.

He re-entered and was hit with the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life, his Livvie was standing there looking out his window in just her white lace bra and panties. God that was an image he would store in the back of his mind forever.

"Sweet baby what are you doing to me?" He asked as he walked into the room, she turned giving him a small smile.

"I wanted the blood off me." She replied as he handed her his shirt to wear. "Your navy shirt?" she questioned, looking at it.

"Yeah, you're special enough." He said as she placed it over her head and it fell down her body, resting on her upper thighs. "Come here." He held out his arms as she walked over, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her body.

"Thank you for coming to me." She said, her words muffled by his chest.

"Of course." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "You wanna sleep out here?" He asked.

"As long as you promise not to feel me up in the morning." She said with a small smile. There was the Olivia Pope he knew, sassy and sarcastic.

"I make no promises." He replied with a chuckle as he led her over to the lounge over looking the city.


Olivia tossed and turned all night, whimpering and muttering words that Fitz couldn't understand. It was torture for him in more ways than one. Her shirt like the last time they slept on a lounge, had once again ridden up, they were chest to chest when they fell asleep. Fitz had decided that would be the most comfortable position for her, he was now regretting it. Everytime she moved her lower body it would brush up against his manhood which was now extremely hard. She was clingy in her sleep, one leg was tangled up in his, and the other pulled up straddling his thigh. Her arms were tucked in under her neck with her head resting in the crook of his. Her lips would brush against his pulse when she whimpered and it would send shots of arousal down his body. All of that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that she was in pain and clearly having a nightmare and all he could do was lay kisses on her forehead, rub up and down her back and murmur sweet words.

"Livvie, sweet baby." He tried to coax her out of the nightmare she was having. "Baby." He repeated rousing her out of it. She woke up panting and struggling to breathe. "Hey hey its okay, I'm here." He brushed her bangs out of her eyes and rubbed her back as she adjusted to her surroundings.

"I'm okay." She firmly said, even though she was far from it. He nodded okay. "Hold me tighter." She whispered as she laid her head back in the crook of his neck. He obliged and she sighed in relief. "You're the best man I know Fitzgerald Grant." She said as sleep took over her once again.


She woke the next morning in a daze, in pain and almost suffocating against something. Opening her eyes she realised that she had shoved her face in so close against Fitz's neck he was probably the one who couldn't breathe. Slowly moving her face away she almost yelped in pain remembering what had happened the night before, her face was in excruciating pain and all she wanted to do was cry, before she could her thoughts were interrupted by a hand running up and down her back. Fitz's hand was running from the clasp of her bra all the way down and dipping into the lace of her panties, old habits died hard apparently. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead above one of her butterfly bandages.

"Hi." He whispered out, not wanting to startle her like last time.

"Hi." She replied sinking into his body more, if it was even possible.

"Let me get you some medicine." He said as he made his way to get up as she stopped up.

"Can we just… lay here for a minute?" She answered nervously; she just wanted to be held for a little bit.

"Of course." He situated himself back underneath her, one hand going to her hair, the other back to his spot on her lower back. "You okay?" He placed a small kiss on her hairline.

"Yeah. I'm okay. I think I need a shower soon though." She hadn't had one since she was attacked and she was beginning to feel all grimy and gross.

"I'll do you one better, I'll run you a bath." She smiled at his response; he truly was the best thing that ever happened to her.


He hadn't thought about the number one basketball players in the last 50 years so intently since he was 16, but now here he was reciting them in his head as he distracted himself from the fact that Olivia was in his bath; dripping wet, naked. He slapped his forehead letting out a groan; there went all his good work. His thoughts were interrupted by the woman herself calling out to him.

"Ah Fitz. I don't have any clothes." Another forehead slap, of course she didn't, she'd gone into the bathroom in just his robe, stripping out of her panties, bra and his shirt in the bedroom.

"Give me a second Liv." He looked into his cupboard, of course he didn't have anything of Mellie's here, looking around, he spotted the Navy shirt she had been wearing earlier. "Your jeans are okay right?" He asked.

"Yeah a little blood, but I can change when we get to HQ, I have clothes upstairs in my room." She replied, he could hear her splashing around.

"Just put on what you wore to bed." He said.

"Your navy shirt? Fitz I cant."

"What you think I have just one? It's okay Liv, now hurry up before I come in there and get you out myself." The thought sent him crazy and he left the room for her to get dressed.

She was down only minutes later, her now somewhat curly hair in a messy bun, her skin glowing due to the heat of the bath and not to mention how incredible his shirt looked over her skin tight jeans.

"Ready?" He asked handing her a coffee before placing a hand on her face, the unbruised side. "You okay? You need more medicine?" He rubbed his thumb slowly across it.

"I'm good. Thank you." She sipped her coffee watching him as he grabbed her bag and briefcase. "Hey." She caught him attention and he turned around. "Thank you." She said from the bottom of her heart, she walked over, placing the mug in the skin, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Before she could walk away he grabbed her wrist carefully, pulling her into a hug.

"I'm okay Fitz. I promise." She rubbed her hands up and down his back as he placed his face in her neck. "I'm okay." She repeated.

"The moment I saw you Liv, no the moment you called, my heart broke baby." She looked at him, tears in his eyes, he was allowing himself to feel for a moment, he had been so strong for her last night and now he just needed a moment.

"I'm here and I'm okay." She looked deeply into his eyes, trying to convey her message.

"Don't ever do that to me again Liv, I don't think my heart could handle it." She kissed his cheek again, snuggling herself back into his arms, letting him hold her for a moment.

"I promise." And with that, he let out a sigh, she was okay and she was here with him, that's all that mattered.


A/N wheeeeeeew, they went through the ringer tonight didn't they? But Fitz, isn't he to die for?! What a beautiful man looking after her like that! I loved this chapter so much! A few of you have mentioned the age difference, that will be addressed in upcoming chapters. Thank you so much for the reviews, keep it up! X