A/N: Still tinkering along on my stories, including this one. This chapter wasn't originally planned, but after watching last night's Lovecraft Country, it came to mind. Which, this is a small update. Just trying to get myself back into the swing of things.

The road ahead of them is wide and expansive. Olivia sat in the passenger seat. Fitz's right hand rested on her left knee. Ever since telling him the truth about her lack of sexual experiences, she felt lighter. Less pressured, though she'd never felt that Fitz pressured her in the first place. It'd all been inside of her head. Maybe her mom was right; maybe she did live too much in her head.

"Once we get to Oklahoma, we'll need an oil change since we're driving through." Fitz spoke.

Olivia tore her gaze away from the passing foliage and over to Fitz. A warm smile spread across her face. He was beautiful. Each mile trek they made, no plan in hand, Olivia found herself falling deeper and deeper into love with Fitz. Back when she was a young girl – well, younger than the twenty-years she currently held – she thought falling in love would be like diving off a cliff. A free fall until the icy waters shocked the shit out of you. What she'd found falling in love to be like was standing in a dark room alone, not knowing that there was even a light to turn on until suddenly there was light. Until suddenly everything in front of her was sharper, brighter, and clearer. She no longer stood in a dark room alone – without a soul to guide her through – Fitz stood with her. His hand in hers.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Fitz asked. She felt his fingers flex against her skin, giving her a light squeeze.

"Can we stop in Tulsa?" She replied, sliding her left-hand over his right that rested on his knee.

"Tulsa?"

"Yeah, there's something I want to see."

Fitz tilted his head towards her, offering up a small yet confused smile. "What's in Tulsa?"

"It's where my grandfather lived. He was seven when the Tulsa massacre happened. I just want to see it..."

"Tulsa Massacre?" There was confusion in Fitz's voice.

Olivia sighed. Of course, he didn't know. He didn't have to know. "In 1921. My great-grandparents grew up in Oklahoma. They lived in the Greenwood and owned a general store."

Fitz nodded.

"It was burnt to the ground by a white mob. My great-grandfather didn't make it out. Just my great-grandma. She managed to escape with my grandfather, to live in Maryland with family. Then my grandfather fought in WWII, married my grandfather, and then had my father. Now we're here at me." Olivia finished. She glanced into the side mirror, watching as a black SUV trailed them. Seemed like the SUV had been trailing them for a bit now; strange. Especially when there was an entire open road.

"I've never heard about Tulsa before." Fitz almost seemed sheepish. "Seems like a huge event to just -"

"Write out of history? Yeah. I didn't know much about it until this year, actually. My great-grandmother got a report in the mail back in February. A final report from the Tulsa Massacre Commission with a medal and an apology. She gave it to my dad who eventually gave it to me to read. It was surreal. My great-grandmother really doesn't talk about Tulsa or her life in Oklahoma much. Neither does any of my other family. Somethings are too painful to revisit." Olivia offered up. Her eyes glimpsed the mirror once more; the SUV was still there. "Do you know how long that SUV's been following us?"

"SUV?" He looks up, checking the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, it's just been there for a while now. It's not like we're on a bustling road. Besides the SUV I don't think there are any other cars out here for miles. It's 8a.m." Olivia suddenly felt uneasy; watched and followed. Her eyes remained locked on the passenger side mirror. The car felt familiar, as if she'd seen it already.

"I haven't been paying attention to behind me, only in front of me and besides me," again, he squeezed her knee. "Maybe they're just going in the same direction as us and are enjoying our mellow pace?"

"It's not a joke, Fitz. It's making me uncomfortable." She said. The conversation she'd had with her mom flashed across her mind. Eli was worried about her – afraid that she was missing – she wouldn't put it past Eli to send someone out to find her. He knew enough people and had enough resources.

"That can't be the only thing making you uncomfortable. What else is it, Livvie. Come on," he said as he threaded her fingers between his and brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing it. "After last night, Livvie, I think we can tell each other anything."

"Telling you I'm a virgin isn't akin to thinking someone's following us."

"Alright, how about this, I'll pull off the highway – we should probably get some gas. If they're following us, they'll pull off too." Fitz let her hand go and sped up.

/

As they pulled up to the pump, Olivia kept her eyes pinned on the rearview. She watched as the lanes split. Fitz's jeep headed up the off ramp and the black SUV kept going. It seemed to slow for a moment before once again picking up speed. It disappeared over the horizon as they pulled into the gas station. Fitz unbuckled and turned in his seat. Olivia watched as he looked behind them and then turned to her.

"Not following us." He smiled. "It's just you, me, and my baby Lucy." He tapped the steering wheel.

Olivia nodded, yet couldn't shake the uneasy feeling budding in her belly. She forced a tense smile on her face.

"You still want to head to Tulsa or you want to blow straight through to Amarillo? We'll stop and find a hotel there for a couple of nights. Unless you've found something else you want to do in Oklahoma besides Tulsa?" He asked.

"I'm okay with blowing through, straight to Amarillo. Sooner or later, though, you'll have to let me drive. You've been driving since 5am and we went to sleep at eleven." She leaned forward, tugging on the bottom of his shirt hem until he took the hint and moved forward. Their lips met in a sweet kiss as they both leaned over the center counsel. Once they parted, Fitz slipped out of the car and headed for the gas station attendee.

/

Tulsa wasn't quite what Olivia pictured as they stood in front of a weathered building. It wasn't the general store that once belonged to her grandfather, but rather what was erected in its place; a dentist office. According to her great-grandmother, this was the spot. The addressed had changed, but the soil and the land remembered.

Despite the Oklahoma heat, Olivia still shivered. She hugged her arms tightly, watching as a couple of residents walked past. She glanced down at the pavement, wondering when it was put down, whose bones it'd paved over. If the bones belonged to her great-grandfather.

"This it?" Fitz asked as he walked up behind her. His arms engulfing her as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

Olivia nodded. "Yeah, I think so. This is where the general store stood. There was a hat store on the right and a flower shop on the left. I just can't believe it."

"I can't believe I'd never heard about it until today."

"Why not? History is written by the victors. It explains why American history books look like they do. "

"Yeah, but no one here was a victor. They were horrible racists. What happened was horrific, Livvie."

A sharp pang of annoyance rose in Olivia's stomach. She suddenly felt defensive. "I know that. I also know that it still happens today, too." She told him.

His hold on her slackened slightly, but he didn't back away. "I think we've grown out of this. It's the 21st century. We've got GPSs and iPods. We've grown."

"My dad's the first Black Sherriff in Mecklenburg, Fitz. The county is over two-hundred years old. My dad was elected two years ago. And do you know how many people question his authority on the daily? I'm one generation removed from this. It isn't in the past. It's now."

"Why are you getting mad at me, Livvie? I'm just telling you how I see things. I don't think about white and Black."

Olivia pulled away. She rocked back on her heels and glimpsed the buildings, the signs, the people watching them with an interested eyebrow raised. She thought back to the conversation that felt like years ago now, rather than days. The one about her father's reservations about his daughter running after a white man. At first Olivia thought Eli's response had been to his past with Maya and Dominic, but now Olivia realized he was more complex. Even in the twenty-first century. "And I'm telling you that you get to see things in a different way, Fitz. I'm not fighting. I'm trying to explain. We're in two different worlds 98% of the time. There are different expectations for me. For people like me. Even in the twenty-first century."

Fitz nodded, taking a slow breath in. "What do you want me to say, Livvie?" He asked.

"Nothing. I just want you to be here and listen. We're different. We have different histories that shape what we say and do. I don't want those differences to tear us apart because we never talk about them."

Again, Fitz nodded. "I can listen. I can also tell you that I'm not always going to understand. And sometimes you'll have to spell it out for me like I'm dumb. That shouldn't be too hard for you, you're the smartest person I know."

Olivia rolled her eyes. He didn't get it, but he was being genuine. For Olivia, that was the most important part. "Let's walk a bit more and find somewhere to eat."

/

"Hello?" The voice on the other end is raspy with a slight feminine edge to it.

Fitz frowned into his phone, he hadn't expected anyone to pick up so soon. "Hi. May I speak with Maya Pope?"

"Harris. Not Pope. Who's calling?"

"Hi, Mrs. Harris. I'm Fitz Grant, I'm-"

"Sleeping with my daughter and galavanting around the US with her in tow when she should be home, getting ready to make something of herself."

Fitz cringed. Shit. Why were both of Olivia's parents so damn intense? Jesus. He thoughts his father was bad. "Don't worry, Mrs. Po-Harris. Mrs. Harris. I wouldn't hurt Olivia ever. Its why I called, actually," he looked around the corner to see Olivia reading the diner menu as a petite waitress took her order. "We're near Colorado and I just - she misses you. I was thinking that she and I could drive up to see you."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. Some muffled voice and low hums. A bit of static, too. "You know when Eli finds out you brought her here, any hope you've ever had to be in his good graces is gone. And just bringing my daughter here won't win you any favors with me, either."

Honestly, now he knew why Olivia was the way she was. "I didn't expect it to, ma'am. I just want to make her happy."

"Good. Now, when do you think you two will make it here?"

"Well, we're about to get lost for a couple of days."