"I'm going to get a double mastectomy. It's going to strongly decrease the chances of this coming back," Olivia told Fitz.

Fitz wasn't sure what he could say to her. Honestly, he didn't want her to do it. If she did, it would be like losing a part of her, of him. "Livie, you can't do that. It's going to go away. If you have them remove your breasts… you just won't be you again."

Stunned at what he just said, Olivia turned her head so she couldn't see him. "Cyrus was right," she laughed, "you only like my body." She kept laughing but Fitz never found it funny.

He stomped over to her and forced her face to look at him. "Don't you ever say that again. This was never about sex and you know that. It just seems that you wouldn't be you anymore if you had them removed."

Olivia knew he was serious, and their relationship was never about sex. They both knew what it was about. They loved each other more than anything, they were soul mates. "I know Fitz. But it's going to be better for me. I'll have implants in place of them. I'm not going to be bare chested or anything. I'm doing this for me. None of this has anything to do with you. This is my choice, get over it."

"You infuriate me. I know this is for you. Let's just get you better. When will all this happen?" Fitz's mind was going a mile a minute. There was a lot to do and he wanted to spend every minute with her possible.

"Next week. I've had it scheduled for a while but we had to wait until it was smaller. If you'll excuse me, I would like for you to leave and send in Dr. Rain. Thank you," Olivia was getting impatient because she was tired. Fitz held her hand a moment and was going to ask her, but she knew him to well and answered his unspoken question. "No, you can't stay in here while I talk to him. Go do your presidential duties and run the country. I'll be just fine. And no you cannot have one minute. Go, now."

Fitz felt defeated against her. She denied him their special minute and told him to go to work. He got up and walked out the door, yelling for Cyrus to get down here.

"You knew about this decision?" Fitz asked him. Cyrus shook his head yes. "And you didn't try to tell me?" No. "Did you try to talk her out of it?"

"It's a good idea and a well thought plan. It's going to help her more than anything. She needs it," Cyrus explained.

Fitz nodded and went on with the plan. "Where are things at?"

"Sir, Mellie has been informed of the situation but not why Olivia is here. She's a bit pissed but nothing we can't handle. She wants to speak to you and has agreed to be moved to Blair House. Your lawyers have sent her the divorce papers and she is going over them with her attorney. Your schedule has been cleared for the next two days and the press is assembled waiting for you to arrive. Tom's got some things for her and also brought your resignation letter you asked for. Karen and Jerry are on the plane and will arrive at the White House soon. James is dropping Ella off and daycare and will be here any moment. Dr. Rain is in with Olivia now," Cyrus told him.

He shook his head, understanding everything. "Good job, Cy. Let me know when James gets here and he can ride with me to the White House. Let's give Liv and her doctor a few minutes before I go back in with her."

"Olivia, we scheduled your mastectomy for next Thursday and will be going from there. We're pretty positive that we can get it all and put the implants in at the same time," Dr. Rain told her. Liv agreed that that was a good plan and was ready to go. "We can release you if you don't want to stay here until then."

"Thank you Dr. Rain. I would like to get home as soon as possible. I hate hospitals. I can get some things done and be back on Wednesday night or Thursday morning."

Olivia signed her release forms and was packing her things into her bag when Fitz came back in.

"What are you doing?" She gave him a kind of 'isn't it obvious?' look and continued packing. "You should be resting in bed, not roaming around."

"Fitz, I am fine. I'm not roaming, I'm packing my things. I'm going home and I'll be back next week for my surgery. There are things that need to be done back at OPA and a bottle of wine with my name on it at home. Tom said Jerry and Karen are on their way back to D.C. Go have some time with them and enjoy it while you can. Jerry's getting ready for college and I know you want to spend more time with Karen. I will see you around Mr. President."

Liv walked towards the door but Fitz caught her arm and brought her back to him. "You don't get it do you?" She watched his eyes to gauge his emotions. "You are sick. You need someone to take care of you and I'm going to. I'm handling things now. You're coming back to the White House with me and staying there. I need to know that you are fine for my own sanity. Don't bother fighting me on it. Arrangements have already been made." Olivia took in every word. They stood still for what seemed like hours but were only mere seconds. Fitz kept his hand firmly around her upper arm so she wouldn't leave. Rage filled within her and she threw herself back away from him.

"Five. You have a job. As President you need to keep this country running strong. You can't cancel appointments because your mistress is sick. It doesn't help the country, it hurts it. Four. You can't make me do a damn thing. I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going home to my apartment. Three. I'll do whatever the hell I want. If I want to drink myself into oblivion I will do it and there won't be a single person to stop me. Two. I can handle myself. I don't need anyone taking care of me. And that includes Cyrus, James, Secret Service, and YOU. I have been taking care of myself all along through this and I will make it alone. You haven't been there once through this, and yes I know that I didn't tell you because that's how I wanted it. I didn't need anyone's help and I still don't. One. WE ARE NOT TOGETHER. You have a pregnant wife, two other children, a country who depends on you, and are unavailable to anyone, especially myself. We cannot be together and we won't. Vermont is a beautiful dream but it's just that, a dream. Vermont won't happen because it was never meant to happen. Now, if you'll get out of my way, I'll be going home now." Olivia stepped around Fitz and walked out the door to a cab.

When she got home she chain locked, dead bolted and locked her apartment door, unplugged her home phone, disconnected her internet, unplugged the TV, turned off her phone, and crawled into bed. She wanted no content from the outside world near her. Though she felt very alone, she reminded herself she had no one to blame but herself. It was all her own fault for not telling anyone about her illness. She could handle this herself and not have to be held up by anyone.

Fitz had cleared the hospital floor out and went back to the Oval before talking to Mellie. He was going to spend some time with the kids and let Liv cool off before going to her apartment. She was upset with him and he knew it. The three years that they had been together, Fitz never got an Olivia Pope countdown. And when he saw the countdowns she gave, she was always pissed off at the person receiving it. All he wanted was to make sure that she was being taken care of, whom better than him to do it? He knew her every need and was able to provide it for her.

He went over to the residence and played a few games with Karen and Jerry before they went off to finish homework and go to bed after dinner. Fitz took the tunnels to Blair House and discussed everything with Mellie. Their talk was nowhere close to being good. They remained civil until Mellie revealed her deep secrets and he started yelling. Mellie apologized a million times but he never believed that she was sincere. The two of them discussed their divorce and put in the terms.

Around one in the morning Fitz left to go to Olivia's. He'd called her cell but it went straight to her voicemail. Her home phone just kept ringing and he got worried. He arrived at the apartment and was hopeless to get in. If he wanted in, he was going to have to break down the door.

Olivia heard him knocking and yelling for her to answer but she never moved from under her blankets. Fitz stood outside her door for a couple hours and had enough. He left Tom to guard her apartment and let him know when she came out.

For the next couple days Tom and Daniel took turns guarding Olivia. The door never opened and they couldn't hear anything coming from inside. Every now and then they could hear the footsteps into the kitchen but no voices.

On the third night, Fitz called for his hourly report.

"Sir, there's still no movement. I haven't even heard her footsteps since yesterday afternoon," Tom told him.

"I'm on my way over. Keep knocking though, she'll get tired of the noise and answer eventually. I'll be there soon."

When Fitz got to her apartment and she still didn't answer he had Tom break down the door. "Break it down, she could be hurt or something. I need to get in there."

Tom had an idea and tried it. He turned the knob but it was still locked. As he was about to break the door down, Huck stopped on the floor. "Have you tried the service door?"

Fitz, Tom, and Daniel looked at Huck as if he were crazy. "There's another door?" Fitz asked. Huck nodded and told them to wait there. After a few minutes Huck unlocked the door from the inside of the apartment.

"She's in bed, Sir." Huck let Fitz in and he stepped into the hallway with Tom and Daniel. "You didn't know there was another way in?" Both men shook their heads no. Huck walked past the two of them and left the building.

When Fitz walked into Olivia's bedroom he stood against the door frame and took in the sight of her. She was still dressed in her silk pajamas she wore from the hospital. Her hair was scattered around her face. There were wine bottles on both night stands against the bed, probably about fifteen of them empty. Olivia looked peaceful and relaxed. He looked closely at her, like it was the last time he would ever see her. She wasn't asleep though, she was staring at the ceiling.

"So you aren't answering anything to anyone or is it just me?" Fitz asked from the doorway. Liv didn't respond and continued staring at the ceiling. "I know you're mad at me for making decisions without you. But right now, I really need my best friend. I need my Livie to come back and support me for a minute. Because I just got some news that I don't think I can handle alone." Olivia still didn't move her eyes from the ceiling. "I have no children."