A/n: Hi everyone. So I've had this idea for a fanfic for quite some time now, and finally decided to write it all down. This is my first go at doing something like this, so please be patient with me as I try to figure everything out. I've got a pretty good idea of where I want this story to be headed, but any suggestions are always appreciated.

Chapter 1

The intercom went off.

"Attention passengers, it looks as though there is a storm ahead. We're expecting some turbulence here. We advise you to stay in your seats for the time being."

Fitz let out an exhale and rolled his shoulders back, letting himself sink deeper into his chair on Air Force One. He had just wrapped up a tour with several ASEAN countries, meeting with the various nations' presidents to discuss trade and tariffs. He looked out the window on his way home.

Pouring rain. He enjoyed it. It made him feel better to see that the weather outside ran parallel with his current mood.

Ever since she had come into his office, it was all he could think about. He was just finally starting to get over her, when she came back into his life just to berate him. He shook his head to himself. Who was he kidding? He wasn't starting to get over her. He would never get over her.

But her words rang in his head. "Reckless, negligent, selfish." He placed his elbows on his knees, holding his head, closing his eyes to get the memory out of his head. "What kind of example are you setting to the people that work for you, to the country, to your son?" He tried to fight the memory by mentally arguing back at it. How dare she bring Teddy into this! "Are you your father now? Are you Big Gerry?"

That one made him flinch in pain. He had vowed long ago to never resemble the man Big Gerry was, and now here he was with a different woman every night and a bottle of whatever he could get his hands on in order to numb the pain. Big Gerry would be laughing at him.

He rocked in his seat, mentally repeating to himself that he was not his father. He was different. He was a different man, a loving man. He had loved her. He had loved her so damn much that it caused the heartbreak he was facing. He jolted out of his thoughts as the plane shook from the turbulence.

"Come on, don't tell me that Mr. Navy Pilot himself gets a little scared about flying in bad weather." Cyrus greeted as he sat in the seat next to him.

Ever since the break up Cyrus has been supportive of all the Presidents actions. Fitz wasn't sure if it was because Cyrus felt bad for him, or if he was happy to be back in the position of puppet master again with Liv gone.

"I'm not. I was just thinking." Fitz replied. He didn't want to go into the details of his daily thoughts about Olivia.

"Thinking about what a great tour this was? That even with only a little over a year left of your presidency, that you were still able to accomplish something for your legacy."

Fitz let out the crack of a smile. Thinking about how there was only a year and two months until the next election and about a year and 5 months until he was out of the swamp town was the only thing that made him happy these days. The primaries would be starting in only a few months and this past summer had been filled with announcements of presidential bids. While it made him already start to feel like a "lame duck," he enjoyed the media's lack of criticizing him now that their focus was all on the candidates and the horse race that follows.

"I suppose we do still have time left to accomplish something, Cy." Fitz smirked.

"Yes we do, sir." Cyrus nodded and looked at him a little puzzled. "And if I may, I just want to say that I know we've had quite a bit of differences in the past – especially recently. But I just wanted to thank you for taking me back."

Fitz looked a little stumped. He never thought Cyrus would be one to show him sincere gratitude.

"Of course, Cy." Fitz put his hand on his shoulder. "We started this ride together…"

"…and I have every intention of finishing this ride with you." Cyrus smiled but immediately fell into a look of fear as the plane jerked.

Fitz looked out the window. The plane was uncontrollably trembling now. He felt a shake. He felt a whip. Then he saw a bright white flash and time slowed until he saw nothing.

Olivia was already on her second news cycle of the night. These days it seemed like the only things she did was work and watch the news, which was part of her work.

Her campaign with Mellie had been going well. The announcement was met with some skepticism, as the public was wary that the presidency going from one Grant to another resembled something of a dynasty. However Olivia was quick to organize independent events and rallies for Mellie to establish herself and disassociate with the current President Grant, even going so far as to oppose some of his policies. Mellie was now only trailing slightly behind Susan Ross in the Republican Primary polls, but her momentum was in full throttle.

Liv's phone buzzed at the nearby end table as she poured herself a glass of wine. She paused the TV with the intent to catch up during commercials.

"Hello," she answered.

"Liv!" It was Mellie. "I was wondering if you've gotten a chance to look at those statements I sent you for tomorrow's speech on education reform.

"Oh yes. I made some notes. Just a couple of minor adjustments really is all." Liv ran over to the dining table to look at her notepad. "I think the part about teachers is fantastic, but we want this speech to be focused about students. Remember this one is about appealing to the parents. We'll book you another event where we can focus on teacher salaries and benefits. We'll get the Teacher's Union involved to back you…" Olivia began.

"Okay."

Liv's phone began to ring once more. "Hang on, Mellie. I'm getting another call." Liv changed lines seeing that it was Huck. Huck was a man of few words and rarely spoke on the phone. So if he was willingly calling Liv, it must have been serious.

"Huck?"

"Are you watching the news?" Huck had genuine fear in his voice.

"What is it?"

"Turn on your TV."

"Huck? You're scaring me." Olivia replied as she ran over to play her TV again, glass of wine in hand. She let the news roll for only seconds and then brought her hand up to her mouth, shaking as the other hand let go of the glass, letting it shatter to the floor. Pools glistened in her eyes.

"Oh – oh my god!" She cried, staring at the giant banner flashing on the screen.

"BREAKING NEWS: AIR FORCE ONE MISSING"

A/n: And that is the conclusion of chapter 1. Please tell me what you think if you can and if you'd like to see more.