Hi people! I honestly have not been very much inspired. So, i'll be doing the best i can. Thank you for payin that much attention to this story!


She twisted and turned in bed underneath the thick blankets that kept her warm from the ruthless cold. The master bedroom felt so alone. Teddy was in Vermont with Fitz, and she had absolutely no one. That night she found out about Olivia's little indiscretion and her secret intention of… making that despicable organization active again. Liv.

She had put all her trust in her. She felt like a complete idiot. Olivia took advantage of everything, every second, every glance of confidence was all in her own benefit. Not even one week in the office and she had already been betrayed by one of her closest staff members.

She turned her head to the side to take a glimpse of the clock: 10.30 PM. She wasn't going to fall asleep, she had been trying for two hours. So… she started thinking. The President of a country obviously had tons of stuff to do, so theoretically she would never be bored, but she was definitely not in the mood to work at these times of the night.

She grabbed her phone, and buried her arms beneath the blankets again, the deepest she could with only her hands peeking out holding the device. She needed human contact, a person to talk, not necessarily to unload the awfully huge emotional charge she had inside, but to feel like she wasn't going crazy. There, alone, in silence, holding her breath because stress wouldn't let her breathe. She felt like in prison. As she had always felt, but the only difference with previous periods of her life was that now, she felt ready to try one day at a time, kick her demons out, push them, fight them.

The conversation she had with Marcus several days ago -actually, the speech HE gave her- appeared inside her head all of a sudden. She opened his chat. And meanwhile, in a few seconds she mentally travelled all of his face's features, that smile, oh that smile, that melted her since the day they met. She had decided that even if he took Fitz's offer -she was sure he would- she would have to let him go. And that meant letting him go IN ALL SENSES. She had chosen this place, the luckiest woman in the world, and he was about to choose that place. Even after all, and unconsciously aware of how much she was going to miss him, she was happy, she knew that Fitz's foundation works for purposes and beliefs which Marcus belongs to.

He was online.

"You awake? :)" she wrote.

"Yup. Still in the office. What are YOU doing awake?"

"Can't sleep. You never stop working?"

"So I've heard…"

"Hey, listen. I'm going to grab a cup of tea from the kitchen. If you're not busy, what if you come over, and we kick off the insomnia?"

"Haha. Okay. Give me ten."

She held her phone between her hands, and sighed deeply, relieved, that she wasn't going crazy. Not that night, because someone would come and talk to her. She only wanted to talk to him, because he made her always hurried mind stop for a second, and enjoy talking about stuff she barely spoke with someone else.


They were both sitting on the cozy mustard color sofa, with their cups of hot tea in their hands. She was just wearing her snug pink nightgown, her brown hair in a loose bun held by a hairpin.

-What I said…

Mellie stuck her eyes on the curve of his nose.

-What I said a few weeks ago… that you are a leader. I mean it, you know? I didn't just make it up to make you feel better.

She felt how much he was trying to make her believe him.

-I know. -she said, with a firm conviction inside of her. Convinced of what he said, and convinced that he was right. -I believe you, and… I don't think I can't really thank you for… everything you do for me.

He smiled. -What do you mean? It's my job.

-No, I mean… C'mon, your job it's not to sit with the President at one am and drink tea.

-No but, uh… -he stopped, containing a smile, and trying to find an excuse for the way he treated her, even when he was about to leave the White House.

-Stop trying, you're terrible -she laughed while she spoke. -You know what I mean. Since the beginning, you were so supportive, and… -she bend down her head, and rubbed her middle finger on the mug's border.

-Yes… -he said, not thinking about it, it was like it came from inside of him. But anyways, it moved him to hear her say that. Because he still loved her and he didn't want everything to end up like this. She needed love and affection more than ever and though she had always been a strong resilient woman, she was not made of steel, and they never spoke about the pregnancy they both lost. -You don't have to thank me.

She slightly raised her head and smiled, quite shily.