Disclaimer: I don't own Scandal. However, Baby Josslyn & Momma Sofia are all mine

AN: Many of you had mixed emotions about a nicer Mellie. Remember at the end of the day she doesn't want Fitz dead, then where would that leave her. Out of The White House. And silly peeps, of course Fitz knows about Keith. Mellie has needs too and Fitz sure wasn't about to go there again. Now let's see what Cyrus had to tell POTUS


Chapter 9: I Run to You

This world keeps spinning faster

Into a new disaster so I run to you

I run to you baby

And when it all starts coming undone

Baby you're the only one I run to

I run to you

Lady Antebellum: I Run to You

The President needed a drink and a stiff one at that. After listening to the tape Cyrus had received in the mail he knew he was in trouble. There was someone out to get him, to blackmail him. Someone knew about him and Olivia.

"Mr. President, I think the woman on the tape..."Cyrus began knowing they needed to be proactive. To nip the situation in the bud as soon as possible.

"Is not an issue, Cy," Fitz said as he rubbed his temples and he lowered his head.

"Mr. President, with all due respect sir, whoever it is on this tape with you could be behind this," Cyrus tried to reason. He knew Fitz has been off his game lately but he never thought it was due to a woman.

"Cyrus, it isn't her. So drop it and move on," he stressed, not wanting to think about Olivia. Momentarily hearing her sighs of passion had been too much for him to handle.

"Excuse me for what I'm about to say but I think your trust in this woman is misguided and even a tad bit...stupid," the last word slipped out with caution.

Fitz snapped his head up and stared at his Chief of Staff fiercely. If looks could kill, Cyrus would be dead.

"The woman on that tape was one of us. The woman on tape is on our side. The woman on that tape is Olivia Pope! That's how I know I can trust her. So no Cyrus, my trust is not misguided or stupid," Fitz roared back as Cyrus' eyes widened in shock.

Cyrus' brain was having difficulty processing the words The President just uttered. Cyrus couldn't believe it. He'd known Olivia for years, had taught her when he was a professor at Princeton. Fitz, he'd been his right hand man for years. Fitz told him everything of importance yet he kept this to himself.

Now everything was coming together for Cyrus. He often wondered why Olivia resigned so abruptly. No matter how hard he pushed, she would never tell him. Neither Fitz nor Olivia had given him an inkling that they had been having an affair.

"How long," Cyrus asked pulling his head out of the clouds. He needed to know.

"A little more than a year," Fitz responded.

"You're the reason she left," Cyrus stated.

"I can only assume. She's never told me. I found out the same way you did, Cy," he explained.

Cyrus sighed and paced the room. He knew Olivia would never betray them which meant his first hunch had been squashed.

"Someone is out to get you, Mr. President," Cyrus spoke not knowing what else he could possibly say. "And I'll be damned if I let that happen."


One week after receiving the sex tape, Cyrus received another, this one a video of Nixon's resignation. Any wonder about what the blackmailer wanted was long gone. They wanted to bring President Grant down. Cyrus' attempts to discover where the tapes had come from were futile. He knew there was only one person who could get them out of this bind and it was up to him to convince the president to ask for help.

"You have to go her, Mr. President," Cyrus stressed.

"I promised I wouldn't interfere with her personal life. I can't go to her," explained the President.

"This is business, not personal," Cyrus reasoned.

"That's her on that tape. It doesn't get any more personal than that, Cyrus," he hissed back. He'd thought of going to Olivia but he would rather not drag her into this. He'd hurt her enough already.

"It is my job to make sure you stay in office. I'm giving you forty-eight hours to go to Liv before I do," Cyrus threatened before leaving Fitz to his own devices.


"How could you be so careless," Mellie roared.

"It's not like I recorded it myself and then lost it," Fitz barked back.

"You have to fix this. I have given up too much, sacrificed too much by being Mrs. Grant, I refuse to lose this," Mellie yelled.

"Everything in this damn world is not about you! How do you think I feel. Knowing someone was privy to such a private, intimate moment. Knowing my presidency could go to shit because of this," Fitz retorted staring at his wife fiercely.

"You are going to call Olivia and fix this. I don't care if you have to break her heart by telling her you slept with some dumb bimbo. You will call her and have her make this right. I'm not leaving because you got your heart broken and couldn't keep it in your pants," she ordered.

"Couldn't keep it in my pants? That rich coming from you," Fitz chuckles darkly ,"You fly to California at the drop of a dime to spread your legs for Keith...I didn't sleep with some dumb bimbo, as you so eloquently put it. The tape is of me and Olivia. Furthermore, what I do, how I choose to better myself is none of your fucking concern!"

"You're jealous, jealous that I have someone to take care of me and you don't. That's not my concern. My concern is what you do. Because until you're out of office it all affects me. From where you piss to who you sleep with to what styling products you use in your hair," she threw back. "You will suck up your pride, stick your tail between your legs and go to Olivia and let her make this right. If you don't handle this, I sure as hell will," Mellie threatened before storming out of the room.


Olivia walked around her kitchen, in grey boy shorts and a purple camisole. She poured herself a glass of wine and made her way to her sofa. She was too wound up to sleep yet her brain was too fried to do anything productive. It had been a few days as her team tackled three cases at once; she'd needed the distraction after her panic attack. A male rape victim fighting for custody of his child, a dispute over a millionaire's will and corporate espionage. She had only seen Josslyn , who was currently at Sofia's, for an hour and it killed her.

Sipping on her wine, Olivia heard her phone ring but ignored it. After it rang for the third time it dawned on her something could have happened to Josslyn and she quickly grabbed her phone, her heart racing. As she looked down, the number was private and knew it could only be one person.

Olivia battled with herself as to whether she should answer it or not. He had kept his promise and kept his distance. She hadn't heard from him in months. She decided he'd only be calling if it where of the utmost importance, seeing as though it was after midnight.

"Olivia Pope," she greeted, waiting to hear his voice.

"Hi Liv," he greeted, his voice music to her ears. A voice that used to whisper sweet nothing's to her. One that calmed her when her brain went into over time. One that could send chills down her spine and make her toes curl with just a simple hello.

"Mr. President, is there a reason you're calling," she asked.

"I," he began but was cut off by Olivia telling him to hold on.

As she answered the knock at her door, knowing only a select few people were allowed on her floor after midnight, was shocked to see Fitz standing in her doorway.

"Hi," he greeted holding the phone in his hand.

"Hi," she sighed before pulling herself together. She dragged him inside and looked out the door to make sure no one had seen him. "What are you doing here? You cannot be here," she said adamantly.

"You said you'd always be around if I needed you. Well, Livi, I need your help," he confessed has he walked further inside her place.

"What's wrong," Olivia asked greatly concerned.

"Cyrus received this in the mail the last week, and you need to listen to it," he explained holding a disk out to her.

"What is it," she asked curiously as she slowly took the disk from him.

"It's a sex tape," his tone blunt.

Olivia's gasped in shock at his words.

"I don't want to hear you..." she began to say angrily but Fitz stopped her.

"It's not what you think. Trust me," he said looking her in the eye. Olivia nodded, knowing in her gut that she needed to listen to the disk.

She walked over to her stereo system and popped the disk inside. Soon the room was filled with breathy moans. It pained her inside to listen to him with some other woman but he needed her help and she wasn't go to let him down. She however was not expecting what happened next.

"Take off your clothes," Fitz's voice filled the room and Olivia gasped, turning around to lock eyes with him. It wasn't some other woman. It was her. It was them. Their first time and suddenly everything had changed.

She wanted to stop the recording but she couldn't. There was a part of her, the less sensible part that wanted to listen because she wanted to relive that night, that moment. The logical side of her needed to listen. She needed to know how long the tape was. She needed to know how much damage she'd have to clean up.

So she listened, sharing an intense gaze with her once lover. As every sigh, grunt and moan filled the room, Liv and Fitz relived their first time. It didn't matter that they were standing on opposite sides of the room because in that moment they were no longer in Olivia's townhouse. It as 2008 and they were back in his hotel room. Acting on what they only had dreamed of.

The way Olivia's legs found residence over Fitz's shoulders. The way Olivia's hair formed a curtain around them once he rolled them over. How Fitz groped and kneaded her round bottom. All fantasies come true.

They felt each touch, each kiss, each connection. An intense, all consuming, over powering chemistry filled the air between the two. As they listened, it was as if they were watching an accident, wanting to look away but they couldn't. Finally it happened.

"Oh Fitz," Olivia's sultry voice sounded throughout the room, "Fuck," the voice exclaimed only to be followed by more sighs, groans and muffled words.

"Shit..., Livi, just like that," Fitz's voice hissed, "So good. Only you, Sweet baby, only you."

Olivia heard all she needed to hear. She stopped the recording, finally breaking her gaze with Fitz; finally breathing again. She thought she'd combust right there, so she slowly walked to her couch, searching for the right words.

"How? Why? It's been two years. Why now," her words stumbled, although she knew he didn't have the answers she was seeking.

"I don't know," Fitz walked to stand in front of her. "Whoever it is, they sent a video of Nixon's resignation speech as well. They want me to step down."

"Liv, you know I wouldn't have come to you if I," he began but she held her hand cutting him off.

"You don't have to explain. I know you've been keeping your distance and I'm thankful for that. I'm just glad you were smart enough to know that you needed me on this," Olivia said looking up at him.

"I always need you," he confessed, squatting in front of her.

"I know and I you," she responded. "Unfortunately, it's a blessing and a curse. "

"Cyrus knows about us," he revealed and Olivia nodded in return.

"I have to tell my team about us," Olivia admitted receiving a nod from Fitz. If she said it had to be done then he wouldn't question it. He trusted her completely.

"Are you hungry," she asked out of the blue, surprising the man in front of her.

She knew she should be trying to get him out of there. Making sure he didn't stumble across a picture of Josslyn or the nursery, but a part of her loved having him there. Aside from that she needed to do something, fix something. Her world was slowly crashing down around her and she needed to form a game plan. Until she could do that, she had to contribute something. Even if it was something as simple as making sure Fitz was fed.

"Famished," he answered truthfully.

Upon hearing those words, Olivia excused herself to the kitchen to warm up some leftovers. She also grabbed the bottle of wine she'd opened before returning back to him. Upon entering the room, she found him sipping from her wine glass. He had removed his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Olivia wanted to stand there watching him attempt to relax. It felt like the most normal, natural thing in the world but they weren't normal

"You could have asked for your own," Olivia said as she took a seat next to him.

"I'm impatient," he said simply. He grabbed a fork and took a bite of the salmon. "This is good, where did you get this from?"

"It's something I just threw together the other evening," she answered as she too took a bite.

"I always imagined you being a fantastic cook, especially after I tasted your cookies," Fitz expressed causing Olivia to choke on her food. "Are you okay?" He asked, placing his warm hand on her bare shoulder.

"Fine. Just went down the wrong pipe," she assured, grabbing her wine, not wanting to admit she had a dirty mind. The twinkle in his eye let her know that he didn't buy her explanation but that he would not press the issue.

So the two sat in silence, eating their food and drinking their wine. Fitz would periodically refill both their goblets, wanting to prolong the moment. While most people would have found the need to fill the room with empty words, they were content with solely being in the other's presence. He knew this wasn't realistic and that was okay. After this night, she wouldn't be his Livi; she would be the Great Olivia Pope, The Fixer. She would be doing everything humanly possible to ensure the tape ,their tape, was never made public. She would be saving his presidency.

"How have you been sleeping," Olivia questioned, pulling him out of his head.

"I've had better nights but the late nights have been productive," he responded. "You?"

"You know me. Always working. I find time though," she assured.

"I'm assuming you've had a busy week," he stated.

"Indeed, I have but what brought you to that conclusion," Olivia said peering up at him with inquisitive eyes.

"Well for one, you were awake when I called. Generally you only stay up this late after you've worked so long that your brain won't let you sleep. Also, your hair," he said gesturing to the curly bun on top of her head. Most people didn't know Olivia had natural hair as she usually wore it straight. "Your curls mean you more than likely missed a hair appointment due to work," he stated.

"You know me well," Olivia said as she stood, gathering the tray with their empty plates. Fitz's eyes stayed glued on her ass as she walked out of the room. Olivia had made him as ass man. He was enraptured by the way her hips naturally swayed when she walked, making her backside even more appealing. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about how easy it would be to have his way with her then and there. Her defenses were down, she was sleep deprived and barely dressed but he'd never take advantage of his Livi that way.

"Come. Sit." Fitz invited as she entered the room.

Normally Olivia would fight him but she was too drained. She conceded, and was immediately pulled into his side, as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, securely.

"You need to sleep Livi," he whispered, hoping to relax her.

"As do you," she returned in the same tone.

She wrapped her arms around him. Grabbing one of his hands and threaded their fingers together. Her head rested against his chest while his found a home atop of her head. The two stayed snuggled up, until they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.


Eyes fluttered open as the first hints of sunlight made itself known. The absence of a warm body, causing those eyes to search around the room until they spotted the figure they had been searching for. There he stood, looking out her window, watching the sunrise. Her heart wanted nothing more than for her to make her way over to him, wrap her arms around his solid form, and watch with him as she'd done in the past. Instead she picked her feet up and traveled across the room, deciding to settle beside him.

"How long have you been awake," questioned Olivia.

"About ten minutes. I didn't want to wake you. You looked, peaceful, at ease," he explained, his voice still raspy for sleep.

"Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for," he said discarding the sun to look at her.

"We'll just have to agree to disagree," she countered.

Fitz nodded, his attention now back on the scene before them. Sunrise had always been their time. Sure it represented their departure but it was always the most fitting way to conclude their time together.

Knowing time was limited, Fitz began to walk around wanting to explore. Her home appeared to be bright and tranquil. A place to escape to and wind down.

"I've pictured your place numerous times, I like it. It's very you."

"One of the perks of being alone" Olivia responded, turning to face him. Her heartbeat immediately quickened as she saw him pick of one of the pictures from Mother's Day Weekend.

Olivia was holding a sleeping Josslyn while her cousin Camille sat beside her, both women smiling brightly for the camera. Most of Josslyn's face was turned away from the camera as she was snuggled into her mother's breast.

"Is this a recent picture?" Fitz asked holding up the framed picture.

"It's from Mother's Day Weekend. My first, as godmother to little Aria there," Olivia lied smoothly.

"Beautiful name, beautiful baby. Aria looks very comfortable; I can't blame her though, she did find an excellent pillow," he flashed her a smile quickly. "I'm assuming this is Jessica, Ella or Camille," Fitz said remembering those were three of her closest friends. It would only be ideal for one of them to make Olivia the godmother to her daughter.

"She was rather comfortable that day. And yes, that is Camille. And Aria is beautiful. She's stolen my heart," Olivia said truthfully.

"I can tell. You look very...maternal but that doesn't surprise me. You're one of the most genuine people I know. I always knew you'd make a terrific mom. Baby Aria is a very lucky girl to have you as her godmother," Fitz spoke sincerely, tugging at Olivia's heart.

This picture also explained the baby products his guys had found in Olivia's trash. For a brief moment he'd hope she'd had their baby; however, it was just a brief moment. He knew his Livi would never keep him away from their child. Olivia had always been the one person to let it to him like it is, so he wasn't sure why he'd expect things to suddenly change.

Fitz stood there imagining just for moment it was him on that picture with Olivia. That the baby was their own and they were celebrating Olivia's first Mother's Day as a mom and not simply a godmother. He envisioned their baby would have Aria's complexion and full lips. He pictured a baby with brown curly hair and his grey eyes. One whose cheeks where round and smile bright like Olivia's.

Fitz looked up at Olivia and saw the hurt in her eyes. He knew then her mind had begun to wander like his. He knew then that it was time for him to go. Staying any longer would do more harm than good. He promised he'd let her live her life. More importantly he needed her on her A game. Being there, toying with her emotions, filling her head with what-ifs and possibilities was not going to achieve that goal. In order for her to protect him, he knew he couldn't be the man she loved; he had to be her client.

"I should get going," Fitz announced as he placed the photo back to its rightful place.

Olivia grabbed his tie and jacket, while he went to put on his shoes. Fitz made his way to Olivia until he was standing in front of him. She stood up on her toes, placing the tie around his neck. Her fingers worked effortlessly as she prepared him to leave her and go back into the real world. After making sure the tie was perfect, Fitz turned away from her, as she assisted him with putting on his jacket.

Fitz made slow, calculated steps toward the door, not wanting to leave. Not wanting to face the severity and reality of the situation at hand.

"Fitz," Olivia called out, resulting in him turning to face her," That was the best sleep I've had in a year. Thank you for tonight. Thank you for trusting me with this. I promise it'll be handled."

"You're the only person I could trust with this. The only one who could possibly understand," he spoke calmly.

"Goodbye Mr. President, I'll be in touch," Olivia said as she watched his hand reach for the door.

"Bye Olivia, I'll see you soon," he returned before walking out into the real world.


AN: So, the sex tape has surfaced. I can promise you there is no Amanda Tanner. Liv & Fitz got a good night's rest. Fitz kinda knows about Joss or should I say Aria. And that Mellie is something else. The next update is a flashback...You know the drill reviews = previews