"Dad. What the hell are you doing here?" Fitz stood up and walked over toward his father, clenching his fists as he looked at him. "You're supposed to be dead." It was taking everything that he had not to hit him, not to beat the absolute shit out of him right now. He had raped his wife, he had ruined his marriage. He had hurt his wife to the point where she was scared to let Fitz touch her. And he needed to pay for that. But Fitz was trying to keep his cool. Just for now.

Big Jerry chuckled loudly, watching his son. "Well obviously I'm not, son. I'm standing here, aren't I?" He couldn't believe that Fitz was still so dense, even so many years later. Of course he wasn't dead, he was standing in Fitz's office, the Oval Office. He couldn't be doing that it he were dead, could he? Jerry sighed to himself as he thought about how even after his death, Fitz couldn't live without him. He couldn't be a man without him.

"You faked your death? Is that what happened?"

Jerry just clapped slowly, nodding his head at Fitz. "Bravo, son. Bravo. You've figured out the puzzle. And it only took you, what? 10 minutes?"

"Why?" Fitz questioned, his voice dry and emotionless.

"I have my reasons."

"Just like you have your reasons for raping my wife?"

Big Jerry froze, and it felt as if the entire world froze around them. The room got cold, and for the first time in his life, Jerry was speechless. He couldn't think of a word to say. He couldn't think of a snarky comeback, of a rude response, he was just completely blank and at a dead end when it came to what to say to his son. "Things got a little out of hand that night."

Fitz just stared at him. "You don't say! You forced yourself on my wife while I was upstairs! You not only made a move on your son's wife, but you attacked her, you continued to rip her clothes off and force yourself inside of her after she told you no! You're a sick bastard, Jerry!"

"You watch it, boy. Don't you dare talk to your father like that."

Fitz shook his head. "No. No. You don't get to call yourself my father. You stopped being my father when you screwed my wife against her will, when you ruined my marriage. My entire life, you've told me that I'm not a man, that I'll never be even half of the man that you are. But if you're a man, if you're the definition of a man, then I never, and I mean never, want to even come close to being a man. If a man has to rape women, nonetheless his son's wife, to make himself feel big, to make himself feel good, then I want to stay as far away from that as possible."

"Oh she wanted it! You don't think she did? She was only saying no out of some kind of obligation to you. If she had really wanted me to stop, she would've said so when I asked her. She didn't want me to stop, Fitz. I gave it to her. I gave it to her good and hard and I pleased her a hell of a lot more than you ever could have."

Fitz saw red as his father spoke, and after a while, he couldn't keep cool anymore. He couldn't hold back any longer. He lunged forward and slammed his fist into Jerry's jaw, doing it over and over again, not even paying attention to where he was hitting after a few punches. After he felt like enough was enough, even though he wanted so badly to continue hitting him, to hit him so much to the point where he was actually dead, he knew that it wasn't a good idea. It already wasn't a good idea to be hitting him at all, but Fitz had good reasoning. He had damn good reasoning.

"That's for Mel!" He yelled, looking at his father, who was covered in blood. Fitz couldn't exactly tell where it was coming from, but there was blood everywhere, and Jerry had shut his mouth, so he felt like he had, for the most part, accomplished what he had wanted to do. "She didn't want it. Don't you dare say that. She doesn't trust men anymore, thanks to you. Now get the hell out of my office."

Big Jerry looked at him, wiping the blood from his mouth as he regained his composure. He straightened out his coat and looked back at his son. "I'm not leaving. I will leave your office to give you time to calm down and to realize that it's not okay to hit your father, but I will be back. I won't be leaving."

"Stay the hell away from Mellie." Fitz warned as Big Jerry turned to leave. As he went to walk out the door, it opened, and in walked Mellie, who had baby Teddy in her arms.

"Hey, Fitz-" Mellie stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who was standing in front of her, covered in blood. Much like her husband, she assumed that this was a dream, that she was imagining this. This wasn't real, he wasn't alive. He couldn't be alive. She had gone to his funeral. She was about to pinch herself. But she was assured that this wasn't a dream when her baby boy asked the man in front of them why he was bleeding. "What the hell are you doing here?" Mellie asked through gritted teeth, her voice deep.

Big Jerry reached over and ruffled Teddy's hair, and Mellie snatched the toddler away from him. "Don't touch him."

"Aw, Mellie...It's nice to see you too."

"Fitz knows. I don't have to pretend anymore. I don't have to act like we're still close, like nothing happened. And I especially don't have to let you touch my child." She held Teddy close, kissing the top of her son's head. She was lucky, Big Jerry was lucky, that she had Teddy in her arms because if Teddy wasn't there to help her stay strong, to help her keep calm, she didn't know how things would end up going.

"That's my grandchild. I'm of no harm to him. You should know that."

"I also thought that you were of no harm to me, but we saw how that went, didn't we?"

Big Jerry just shook his head, looking down at baby Teddy. "Hey there, little man...I'll come see you in a while, okay?" He told him before leaving Fitz's office.

"No he won't, baby, don't you worry." Mellie whispered as she held her son close, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes, fighting tears as she walked over to the couch and sat down, her death grip on Teddy still tight.

"Momma. Yous hurtin' me." Teddy told her, and Mellie loosened her grip, apologizing as she rubbed the little boy's back.

Fitz walked over to them, sitting down next to Mellie and holding her in his arms, shushing her as she let herself cry. It was a very rare occurrence that Mellie let herself cry, and it was even more rare that she let herself cry in front of other people. She curled up next to Fitz and Teddy laid in her lap, playing with the pearls around his mother's neck with one hand, his other hand playing with her dark curls. That's always how he calmed her down. And it usually worked. It wasn't working as well now, but it was slowly but surely working.

"Shh...Mels, it's okay. I won't let him get you again. He's not going to hurt you again." He kissed her temple, holding her close to him. "You can't stress, baby. We've got to keep Baby Grant safe. Try to keep calm."

Mellie nodded, wiping her eyes as she stood up, making sure to hold Teddy. "I'm going to go take a nap...We were on our way to do that but Teddy Bear wanted to say goodnight to his daddy." She took a deep breath. "Will you walk with me?"

"Of course." Fitz nodded, standing up and taking her hand, walking through the halls and up to their bedroom. This wasn't going to be easy. This was going to be extremely hard. This was going to hurt like hell. There were going to be sleepless nights, nights full of nightmares and of Mellie crying in his arms. This was a setback, a major setback. If Mellie was going to let him touch her after the whole Olivia situation, she definitely wasn't going to let him touch her now. She was going to be beyond broken again, and Fitz was going to have to put her back together again. He was going to have to actually be there for her this time. He knew now. He couldn't let her down. He couldn't let her deal with this by herself. He wasn't sure if he was going to be prepared for it all, but he would have to be. He couldn't protect his wife back then, but he could sure as hell protect her now and make sure that she was safe, that she felt safe no matter what. He was going to make that son of a bitch pay for what he did to Mellie.