As you can guess the title for this one was inspired by the one and only Queen Bey! Hope you all enjoy the blast to the past and I added a couple more numbers to the countdown.


The room was filled with angst ridden, thick as fog tension and there was no way to go back in time and escape this moment.

He had the nerve to ask her if she had a relationship with the President of the United States.

He had the gull to imply that she was stupid enough to want to trick the country into believing that Fitz was alive and well was because she'd been his mistress.

How dare he come into her home, her personal sanctuary and interrogate her like a suspect?

Olivia had walked into her apartment not expecting the company that came in the form of Sen. Edison Davis to be sitting so comfortably in one of the plush seats that occupied her living room.

Not really in the mood for another one of their "talks" Olivia tried brushing him off and gave him an empty greeting to which he took offense as if he was owed more than a simple hi.

She never did understand why she was drawn to Edison in the first place because there had to be a reason why they didn't last when they were together before.

Coming back to the present situation at hand Olivia could do nothing but take a few steps back as Edison continued his assault on her character and womanhood.

Enough was enough because this so called man was taking it too far.

"I can't believe you have the audacity to come into my home and start asking questions as if you're the FBI. I don't appreciate it one bit thank you very much and for the record you have no business what so ever asking me Edison."

To say she was angry was an understatement, she was ready to tell Edison yes she has a relationship with Fitz and he was a better lover than him just to see how he'd react and to burst his little bubble that he lived in but she thought better of that and decided to be a woman about it and go a different route.

"What's going on with us Olivia? I mean we're standing still and going about as fast as a damn snail in this relationship," Edison asked as his voice raised a few octaves.

"Nothing is going between us Edison and you know that so please don't kid yourself or play stupid," Olivia responded as she placed a hand on her hip.

There was no use acting as if what they had was a real relationship, granted it was more legit and sound than the one she had with Fitz but nonetheless there was nothing keeping her attached to Edison anymore and she was tired of pretending to be happy and that it could possibly turn into something more even if he wanted it to.

It was as if the pieces were starting to fall into place and fit all of the sudden. She was covering up too much and fighting too hard to get Fitz back into the office. Hell she didn't work there anymore so why was she visiting the man in the hospital and working around the clock as if she was still a part of the Grant administration?

Then it stuck it him like lightening.

"This serious boyfriend that you had, the one that you broke up with, was it Fitzgerald Grant?" Edison was almost afraid to hear her answer or better yet lack thereof.

Olivia took her coat off and placed it on her couch before turning toward Edison.

"Are you suggesting that I was having an affair with a married man who just so happens to be President? What the hell Edison?"

"Well you can't fault a man for asking Liv I mean damn it's pretty obvious that you're busting your ass for the man and you haven't worked for him in two years. You still haven't answered the question though, was he the man that hurt you so deeply?"

There seemed to be no way out of this one, but being the fixer she always had a plan handy and prepared.

"I haven't had much sleep, I have a lot to do tomorrow and I'm not in the mood. To answer your question I'm his…" She paused what could she say in place of love of his life, his first lady, his woman.

"His what Liv?" Edison asked as he broke the spell she was under.

"I'm his friend plain and simple. So you have no idea what you're talking about calling me his mistress and implying we were in a relationship." Olivia wasn't going to say more than that or else she was afraid she'd let something slip.

Edison took a few steps forward and pointed his finger at her.

"Look Olivia at this point I can tell you're lying and avoiding really answering the question but that's fine I figured it out for myself and it doesn't really surprise me one bit."

She tilted her head to the side and glanced at him wondering what his angle was and the point he was about to make.

"What have you figured out Edison?"

"You were at one point the mistress of the President and while working for him as the Communications Director you had to ensure your position so I understand that you may have had to "entertain" him and to make sure that happened. Make no mistake I'm not condoning your actions but hey it's Washington D.C. the political capital of the country and sometimes you have to do what you have to do to survive."

Olivia couldn't believe the nerve this man had to call her out like his shit didn't stink or like he hadn't done things he wasn't proud of to keep himself in office. Oh no he had another thing coming if he thought he could come into her home and disrespect her.

"Despite what your past is with Grant I can look past that and accept you for who you are today and we can move past this and build our relationship back to what it used to be. I mean let's face it you can't do any better than me, I'm a real catch." Edison thought he'd made his point, somewhat and that Olivia would see that he was willing to look past her affair and still be by her side even though she was walking around with an invisible scarlet A on her chest.

Releasing the breath she held Olivia was finally fed up with this bullshit and was about to put an end to it once and for all.

"Seven, I'm so over you're whining, pretentious bull shit as if you can demand things and expect to have them when you want them. Just because you've a top position in the house means shit to me.

Six, what the hell kind of catch are you for me Edison? I can make or break you with the snap of my fingers and let's not forget you have dirty little secrets to be exposed.

Five, that's sexist and insulting you'd never suggest that Scooter Libby was screwing Dick Cheney.

Four, the lengths you're going to try and twist this into a conspiracy are cause for concern, you should speak to someone about that.

Three, the President is awake and talking and the suggestion that he isn't, is partisan political crap that I thought you had enough integrity to rise above.

Two, in the past three minutes you've called me a criminal, a whore, an idiot, and a liar so this is pretty much THEE last time we'll be speaking, and

One, who the fuck I am or am not screwing or what the fuck I am or am not doing is no longer any of your DAMN business."

Olivia was livid and wanted nothing more to do with this cowardly, punk ass shell of a man.

"You forget how well I know you. You this angry means you're hiding something," Edison finally spoke up.

"You don't know shit now I suggest you leave and keep it moving. Matter of fact I would like my key back please and further more lose my number and please forget you ever heard the name Olivia Carolyn Pope."

She held her hand out waiting for the shiny, gold object to be placed in her hand.

Edison couldn't believe what was happening and actually unfolding before his very eyes. Reaching a hand into his pocket he pulled out the key ring he kept Olivia's key on and held it his palm.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything before I go the cabinet meeting tomorrow with Sally Langston and the board, there's still time for me to help you out here Liv?" Edison was hanging by a thread and hoping this was there was a life line to help him.

Olivia just smirked and continued to hold her hand out awaiting the safe and long awaited return of her key. It was almost sad the way he looked like a puppy that'd been kicked and left out in the cold to starve to death but hell she could give a rat's ass anymore.

When she felt the key in her possession she looked toward the door giving Edison his queue to leave the premises and never look back.

Defeated and pride hurt Edison remained holding his head high, not wanting Olivia to see him in such a state. Slowly he made his way to the front door with his hand on the knob he turned to look at Olivia but she had her back turned on him. Not even giving him one last chance to look upon her face. With that in mind he opened the door and walked out of her apartment and her life for good.

"Simple son of a bitch, who does he think he is coming to my home and talking nonsense?" Olivia asked herself still brewing with anger.

Not forgetting about the situation with the forged letter Olivia grabbed her phone from under papers that were lying on the coffee table and called Cyrus.

"We have a problem."


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