TriOlitz
Chapter 14
Winners and Losers Part 1
Flashback – The Bet
"You entered us for the Olympic course instead of the Supersprint you idiot. This is our first triathlon. Why would you sign us for the most difficult course? We have to swim to Alcatraz! We've only been training six months dufus! The bet is off!"
"Hey, hey, cool it with the name calling. Need I remind you, you agreed to compete in a triathlon of our choosing; you never placed any restrictions on the course choice. As a matter of fact, this whole bet is based on you boasting how you and your BFF partner-in-crime could compete with me and your former main squeeze on equal footing and I quote, "place as high or higher in the same category. Does any of this sound familiar to you Ranting Rhonda? You knew we were signing up for the Olympic course, so what made you think we would place you on the novice course. Talk big game cousin and you be ready to back your claim. Now if you want to concede to our superior athleticism now, I'm more than willing to…"
"Hell to the 'h' no! The spoils of this bet will not go to you or the Lord of VD. So pick out your frock and heels Harry, game on!"
"We have to make a good showing to win this bet.
"I know. I want to wipe that smug look off Harrison's face. I knew they'd pull something like this. Good thing we've been practicing for the longer course".
"Do you think I fooled him?"
"Oscar caliber performance Rhonda", Abby applauds and whistles as we both fall unto the couch laughing.
"If we place in the top 25 we'll win the kitty and the added bonus of watching Harrison go to church and basketball practice in full-on drag for two weeks in the fall".
"If we place in the top 25 we'll win the kitty and the added bonus of watching Harrison go to church and basketball practice in full-on drag for two weeks in the fall".
"Liv where you come up with these freaky wagers is beyond me. Uhm… I notice you've given the other participant in our little four-way parlay a new moniker. Let's see, there was Peter Plague, Edward Epidemic, Festus Feverblister, Sid Sickness, Chester Cheater, Freddy Fibber, Terence Tramp, and my favorite Ben Bezonian. I had to look that one up."
"He's deserving of every deprecating appellation I can think of. He is a liar, a cheater, a waste of good skin, and an overall despicable human being".
"I agree, no argument here, but if we lose you'll have to…"
"Don't even entertain the thought. We…are…not… going… to lose. I would rather slit my wrists than spend three days at a family reunion with that diseased overblown ego and his family pretending to be head over heels in love with his sleazy ass".
Exactly One Week Before the Triathlon
The park is nearly deserted except for an elderly couple taking a late afternoon walk, a lone jogger with magenta hair and two former friends sitting on a bench near the parking lot. Harrison and Edison hadn't spoken or seen each other in months. Neither had any idea what was going on in the other's life except for random information posted on social media or through the mutual friend rumor mill.
"Have you been following the training schedule?"
"Uh, uh, of course man. What do you take me for? I'm committed. Finishing in the top 25 will not be a problem I assure you." Edison makes sure add extra inflection on the words committed and assure.
His dubious display of confidence does more to confirm Harrison's worst suspicions than to allay them. Harrison is pretty sure Edison has spent valuable training time drinking, chasing skirts and doing anything and everything but training.
"Good to hear. I'll meet you at registration in a week. Oh, one more thing. Given the current situation between you and Olivia I don't think it is a good idea we room together. I've made arrangements for us to be separate rooms. You understand." Edison nods reluctantly.
"Why didn't you tell me she was living with the guy who rescued her?"
"Why would I? I don't share my cousin's personal life with anyone, especially not you. You hurt her, you're dead to her, so what's there to tell? The shameful shit you pulled automatically put you in the land of the disavowed, so don't pretend we're bosom buddies and everything is cool between us. The only reason I'm here is because we made this idiotic bet while you were still in her good graces. Once this bet is settled, we will never speak and hopefully never see each other again. You feel me?"
"Yeah, I feel you."
Edison walks away wondering what he could have done different to solidly gain Olivia's affection. He hadn't planned on cheating or being promiscuous. Olivia's insistence in foregoing a physical relationship pushed him to find sexual release elsewhere. He rationalizes he's a young man in his prime, sex is an important part of life. Did she actually expect me to subsist on intermittent hand jobs and the DIY self-gratification method? In his mind there's plenty of blame to go around. Having had time to reflect, he's ready to bury the hatchet and try again. This bet is my ticket back into Olivia's life, my opportunity for a second chance with her. Winning the bet will give me three uninterrupted days to apologize and win her back. Mr. Hero is temporary, I'm the real deal, her permanent one and only. I'll show her, I'll show everybody.
Fitz POV
"Really Olivia, you're just now telling me this." I can't believe she withheld the reason why she and Abby are competing in the triathlon. We've been open and honest about everything, well at least I thought we've been.
"How exactly does one forget a bet with their ex-boyfriend? " My gut is roiling, it's not anger, fear or disappointment twisting my intestines, it's something I never thought I'd feel with Olivia; doubt. Have years of starry-eyed fantasizing and anticipation blinded me? Have I missed some warning sign? Did we jump into our relationship too quickly spurred on by our dreams for a future together? My internal questioning manifests externally in a crinkled brow. Yet my heart is telling me my mind is off base, speculating utter nonsense.
Olivia POV
He's right. How did the bet slip my mind? The explanation is simple.
"You that's how, you, us. We finally connected and I'm so happy, nothing inconsequential crosses my mind. And trust me, Edison is inconsequential. Being with you, training with you, loving you...it's like...like." Words abandon me, my heart wants to convey so much, to make him understand the depth of our connection. But my emotion garbles my message.
"We've always been together," he whispers taking me into his arms.
"Yes, yes, yes, precisely. Honestly, no relationship prior to you ever enters my thoughts. Knowing you're it for me, having given myself to you emotionally, physically, spiritually, nothing contrary to that fact encroaches on my mind. Until Harrison called to remind me and Abby about the stupid bet it never crossed my mind. Sharing this time with you, training with you, transformed my mindset. I am not someone merely wanting to make a good showing because of a bet made in haste, I am someone who actually who wants to win.
"To be frank, I can barely remember Edison's face or his voice. He seems such a distant memory. I feel as though we're talking about someone I knew from decades ago rather than a year ago." I wrap arms around Fitz's waist, drawing my body flush against his. I fix my eyes to his, never glancing away.
"You can ask me anything you want about Edison or Jeremy Douglas my ninth grade boyfriend because those are the only two skeletons in my closet. If you recall I had kinda been saving myself for this guy who kept swooping me off my feet and rescuing me."
I feel the tension in his body leave with my heartfelt admission. I pull him down and kiss him with all my might. I never want him to doubt my love for him is exclusive, all-encompassing and unshakable.
"I'm sorry babe, forgive me."
"Nothing to forgive, it was a simple misunderstanding, as far as I am concerned."
"I love you so much Livvie."
"I know you do and I hope you know for sure I love you just as much." If not more.
"We're in this together."
"We most definitely are and don't worry I'm going to place high enough to win the bet. I had a great trainer and I have a man I love more than anything and will do anything and everything not to disappoint him."
"You can never disappoint me Livvie, no matter what you do. You're going to do great Olivia, I know it."
"But just so you know, I have a plan b."
"Plan b?"
"Yep, if I lose, I am going to make sure Edison Davis never wants to come near me again. I'm not going to bathe, wash my hair or change my clothes the two weeks leading up to his family reunion. I have to brush my teeth though, I can only go so far with repulsive grunge look. My excuse will be I'm distraught over being separated from you, unwilling to face each day without you by my side." For dramatic effect I raise the back of my hand to my forehead. "Clutched in one hand will be a teddy bear named Fitz, in the other one of your dirty tee-shirts. I thrust my arms in front of me with all the flourish of a seasoned staged actress, pretending to hold the aforementioned bear and shirt in my hands. "Pictures of us will be scattered everywhere and I'll keep muttering 145 days without him or something along those lines. I'll have Abby call my cell phone and when it rings I'll drop everything, grab my phone, gaze expectantly at the caller ID, drop to my knees and weep, whispering it's not Fitz, it's not Fitz". "
Fitz starts to clap and whistle. "Brava", he shouts. "Sorry I'll miss it. That will be an Oscar worthy performance." I take a few bows and blow kisses to my imaginary fans.
"Oh, trust me, it will be."
"If crazy Livvie doesn't work, I'm pretty sure after one whiff he'll choose to go it alone rather than force me to hobnob with his relations twice removed."
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that."
"Probably won't. Anyway, by now I'm sure Harrison has filled him in on our living situation and unless he's a complete jerk, which is not outside the realm of possibility, he'll slither away gracefully and continue our unspoken armistice.
Fitz' POV
I feel silly having entertained a second of doubt. We're inextricably united by a connection spanning space and time. How could I ever doubt given what we've been through, how our lives have intersected, how we feel about one another, how we make love.
I caress her face tenderly. The touch of her skin always excites me. I inhale her scent, subtle, floral with a hint of her own natural smell. I want her, not in a wantonness lusty way, but in a forever bound by deep abiding love way.
I tilt her face toward me and kiss her resoundingly, deliberately, with all the love and passion I can muster.
"I love you Olivia."
"I love you too, always have and always will."
She kisses me, responding with equal ardor.
"Make love to me," she whispers sensing my desire. And I do make sweet love to her all afternoon.
Back to the Present
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Abby moves towards Mellie but Olivia pulls her back.
"How are you being allowed to compete? You have no ranking. You've never even competed in a triathlon. This is an Olympic qualifying meet." Olivia has no doubt Mellie's father or Big Gerry pulled some unethical strings. The question is why? What do they hope to accomplish?
"I guess I do bring something to the relationship, like connections and favors," Mellie brags.
"You mean your father or Big Gerry brings."
"No, it's what I bring! They are my assets to use as I see fit. Your little talk opened my eyes. They need me more than I need them. I've been going at this all wrong. I'm going to be supportive of Fitz's interest, not my father's or Big Gerry's. I love Fitz and I'm going to show him how much I love him whenever I can."
"News flash Mellie Mashugana, Fitz is in a happy committed relationship", Abby points out sarcastically.
"For now, but the tides about to turn. My mistake was listening to others instead my heart. I've made monumental mistakes in the past that I need to atone for clearly. So, today marks a new beginning for me and Fitz."
Olivia walks over to Mellie. "I don't care who you had to sleep with, or what favors you had to call in to be here today but you better stay out of our way. We trained and earned our spots. If you or your so-called connections so much as look at us cross eyed there will repercussions you can't imagine. "Olivia's message was direct, unequivocal and delivered with enough edgy hardness Mellie knows somehow Olivia is not bluffing and will back up her words and enjoy inflicting the promised retribution.
"I...I...I... I've been training too." Granted she's only put in a week's training, so what.
"Your mistake from the beginning has been underestimating my resolve and abilities. I'm a worthy opponent Olivia and today begins your lesson in how worthy."
"Bring your best Mellie but I suspect your best involves a ringer who looks strikingly like you and whose bank account recently went from four figures to six figures." Olivia circles Mellie, blatantly sizing her up and down, her words and movements morphing her pint-size presence into an intimidating figure.
"I'll hand it to you, you are consistent if nothing else. "
Suddenly feeling less smug, Mellie's back stiffens, her ears turn red, her cocky attitude in check. How could she possibly know about the ringer? If she knows, does Fitz know? Is she guessing, trying throw me off my game? Stay cool Mel's, stay cool. This is your plan not your dad's or Big Gerry's. It will not fail! It cannot fail. Fitz can never find out. This is your chance to show him you share his interests, that your committed, that you are on par with this brown skinned infatuation.
"I...I... don't need to hire some tapped-out Olympic hopeful to beat you Olivia, I'm in a league all my own and more than a match for you." Mellie tries her to sound confident and convincing but there's a noticeable quaver in her voice.
"You've been warned Mellie," is Olivia's only response.
The starting pistol goes off and Olivia and Abby race to the ocean with the true triathletes. Mellie looks around, hunching her shoulders, as she tiptoes through the sand as if she's walking on hot coals. She spins around, tossed to and fro by wetsuit covered bodies racing past her. She finally gains her bearings enough to put on her swim cap and googles and join the tail end group entering the frigid water. She swims out about a hundred feet where the shore depth drops off to open ocean. Kicking forcefully, she drives to the depth she trained all week to reach. She reaches the anchored plastic covered package waiting for her. Pulling out a knife hidden in her wetsuit sleeve, she cuts away the plastic, grabs the oxygen tank, puts on the mask and breathes in deep. Looking up she watches the flurry of legs kicking furiously to catch up with main group. She straps on the scuba gear, presses the GPS homing device on the sea scooter and jets off propelling through the water to a secluded location where dons a disguise and traipses through a nearby thicket, the switch off point for the final leg of the triathlon.
Half a mile away on the camera boat monitoring the swim leg above and below, a penlight flashes on a camera technician's keychain. He notes the time and starts his countdown. He can see the first wave of swimmers coming into view. This is the easiest money he's ever made, ten grand, just to loosen a plug for five minutes. No one will get hurt, what's the harm. Besides he needs the money to finish school.
Olivia is a barracuda in the water. Leg and arm length are irrelevant, she has speed, agility and a killer kick and stroke. This her strongest event, she needs to put some serious distance between herself and the rest of the leader pack to start off strong in the bike phase. Thoughts of Mellie drive her forward, filling her veins with protection induced doses of adrenaline. She pulls into the lead just before reaching the midway marker. At the marker she sweeps around the buoy with precision with no loss in her celerity. Heading back to shore she increases the distance between herself and the second place swimmer.
On the camera boat after about thirty swimmers pass, Sam, a part-time camera technician moves some cables; cables he should have moved an hour ago. No one pays any attention until all the monitors go black.
"Sam what are you doing, you've knocked out the live feed. "
"Get the back-ups online."
"I'm sorry, I forgot to move the cables earlier."
"Forgot...how could you forget, that's the first thing you should have done. What have you been doing all this time, "George the director bellows?
The other camera technician, who's new, immediately switches to the secondary camera bank and battery backup system and has the camera feedback online in less than a minute. "I got it, we're back in business boss."
"Good job Josh," George commends into his headset.
Sam starts to sweat bullets, he promised to keep the cameras offline for five minutes. He's screwed, the scary guy who gave him the money told him not to fuck this up "or else." Pulling another plug is out of the question, since he doesn't know where all the secondary equipment is located. He assumed all the surveillance and broadcast equipment were all on the main deck. While he stands contemplating what to do, the race officials monitoring the underwater cameras point to something on the screen.
"George, can you zoom in camera three? What the..."
Others gather behind the officials to see what the camera has captured. Rising from the depths is a woman in scuba gear doing an underwater striptease. She slips off her weight boots and fins, removes her scuba hood, changes her goggles, slips off her gloves, takes one last breath from her regulator, then unfastens the tank strap, letting the silver cylinder tank fall into the ocean darkness. Finally, stripping off she buoyancy compensator vest, she glides through the water mermaid style to join the second group of swimmers circling the midway buoy.
Wisecracks from the crew come from everywhere, above deck, below deck, port, starboard, bow to stern. No one can believe anyone is this daring or stupid.
"Geez this is incredible. Who in their right mind would try something this stupid? We have cameras stationed everywhere."
"What's her angle?"
"Probably a YouTube stunt," someone else speculates.
"Nah, a person doesn't go to this extreme unless they're crazy, desperate or being paid. "
"Yeah, either a cheater or maybe even a ringer for someone else."
"It's no secret we have cameras everywhere, why would she think she could pull this..."
Everyone turns to look at Sam. He swallows hard, he's sweating bullets on a chilly overcast day and his hands are shaking. "I'm fucked."
The race official sends a message to officials monitoring the second phase. The mystery woman will be apprehended and disqualified at the bike transition.
Olivia POV
I reach the beach first; my nearest competitor is about a minute behind. I have no idea where Abby is at this point, though I'm sure she's no more than two minutes behind me. I run up the beach to the transition area, locate my assigned space and strip off my wet suit. Having put Vaseline all over my trunk and legs the suit slips off easily. Top competitors transition in a minute or less, so Fitz made me practice to get my changing time down to 45 seconds. I strap on my helmet, put on my shoes, check my water bottle and food pack, then take my bike off the rack. Dodging the new arrivals, I run my bike to the starting line. A few eager beavers hop on their bikes prior the reaching starting line. I shake my head. "Did they not read the rules?"
Riding your bike within the transition area or before reaching the starting line gets you a time penalty or disqualified. The two riders are waved off the bike path a minute later.
"Two down my friend, let's do this, Abby says charging past me having caught up. I nod in agreement and we jump on our bikes accompanied by ten more riders.
Abby and I stay in the center of the lead group. At mile 20, we make our move. We ride low, hugging our handlebars using aerodynamics and precision maneuvering to weave in and out the pack and pull ahead. We make it back to the transition area with a 30 second lead. The place is empty, except for race officials. At this phase Fitz and Jake got us down to a three-minute transition, including a bladder dump.
We mount our bikes back on the racks, remove our helmets and take off our cycling shoes. We wipe our sweaty feet on our towels where our running shoes lay, with the tongues and straps hanging out. We invested in special running shoes that eliminate the need for socks and use elastic laces.
"I wonder how Fitz and Jake are faring", I ponder aloud to Abby.
"We should be more concerned where Harrison and Edison are placing."
"As long as we're in the top 25, we're fine, where they place doesn't matter."
"Fuck, the top 25, I want win or be in the top five and rub it in their smug faces."
"You right, we don't do half-ass. We're fucking gladiators!"
"Damn right, let's do this!"
Fitz and Jake are one minute behind the leader, Pierce Cunningham, with a mile and half to go in the final leg.
"Time to pour it on brother", Jake pants.
"Let's do this," Fitz replies. The two friends increase their pace, pulling away from the leader pack in uniform cadence.
Having improved their swim and bike times, Fitz and Jake remain with the lead pack the entire race. Their original plan was simply to place in the top ten, now winning decisively is the goal. Especially for Fitz, he doesn't know if Edison is with the lead pack, all he knows it that he has to beat him to the finish line and be waiting for Olivia with open arms when she makes it across.
Elsewhere, a sea of helmet topped riders quickly approaches the second of three hills designed to thin out the strong from the faltering. Dozens grimace, bemoaning the asphalt behemoth waiting ahead. Gear shifts click, the unmistakable sound of crankshafts moving chain metal from one derailleur to another, mixes with heavy breathing and the sound of rubber riding atop paved road. Slowly the posse of peddling legs on modern day velocipedes begins its' assent. For some maintaining a consistent cadence is easy, for others it's a costly struggle as they fall further back in the pack.
"Edison man, you better hope the girls are just beginning the second leg because we are nowhere near the top 25. We're at the tail end of the middle pack and we have a good ten miles to go, plus the six-mile run. Look I am not going to church and basketball practice dressed like Rupaul, it's time to make a move, so keep up or you're on your own." With that being said, Harrison pedals faster, he races ahead, leaving Edison behind huffing and puffing.
And the Winner Is
Four determined runners race toward the finish line, their arms pumping furiously, sweat covering their bodies, their legs on the verge of collapse. They've outdistanced the next set of runners by a tenth of a mile. They jockey back and forth for the lead. Fifty yards, forty yards, thirty yards. Two volunteers scurry across the finish line holding up the red victor's ribbon. One minute later, the ribbon is torn in two as Fitz, Jake, Pierce Cunningham, and David Sanchez, in that order charge across the finish line. Cheers erupt from the crowd, pats on the back, hugs, and handshakes follow.
"Good job bro", Jake congratulates Fitz with a hug.
"We did it, we can cross this off our bucket list. They both laugh.
A race official approaches them, "Gentlemen I need you to join the others at the medical tent for a drug test."
"Yeah, of course."
"Sure, no problem."
Mellie hides behind a tree near a blind turn at mile four on the third leg. Two runners have already gone by huffing and limbering their arms to shake off the runner's numbness in their upper limbs. She's getting antsy, Audrina, her well paid ringer, should be arriving soon. Mellie spends her last few minutes loosening up. She leans her body forward, pressing her French cut manicured fingers against the tree, stretching her Achilles tendons and calves. She practices her breathing by puffing air in short bursts through her glossy puckered lips. She adjusts her ponytail and her number tag. Settled she's ready, she peers around the tree, watching, waiting, ready to take Audrina's place. The switch will be quick. "Almost forgot." She picks up a spray bottle at the tree base, then spritzes herself to look sweaty. More runners appear, to her surprise Olivia and Abby are leading the group and are on pace to catch the earlier group.
Mellie checks her watch for the umpteenth time, "Damn it, Audrina is late meaning I won't place high enough to catch Fitz attention. "Obviously, the woman lied about her skill and speed. Mellie is furious, once again her plans are going up in flames. An hour passes and only competitors left are the local human interest stories, 80 year old plus grandmas competing in their first triathlon, cancer survivors and the under trained. Something has gone terribly wrong, something that's going to require damage control, she can feel it, she has a nagging jitter in the pit of her stomach that refuses to subside.
Trudging through the underbrush, dry leaves, twigs and rocks crackle underfoot, low hanging tree limbs block her path and slap her face in retaliation to her trek of branch breaking and angry limb swatting. Liz North is not an outdoor person, never claimed to be. With every step she grumbles and curses, lamenting her current lot in life. Once an upcoming political mover and shaker, a series of ill-chosen sexual liaisons with indiscreet equally ambitious up and comers derailed her career. Now in what she calls her rebuilding process, she's forced to serve the wealthy politically not-so-bright until the right opportunity comes along.
Hearing rustling leaves, a grunt and a not so whispered "damn", alerts Mellie she's not alone. She jumps behind the wide body tree shes become intimately familiar with to conceal herself. A harried blonde, completely inappropriately dressed for the woods emerges calling out Mellie's name.
Recognizing the faux eastern timbre, Mellie steps from behind the tree even more irritated. "What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?"
"You or rather your shoe-in aka Audrina was disqualified. Officials were waiting for her the moment she set foot on dry land. Apparently her underwater highjinks were captured on film. Seems your camera tech missed the meeting on the new back-up camera system installed on the monitoring boat and missed the five-minute blackout period by four and half minutes. Audrina and the camera tech are back at the administration tent singing like canaries to the inquisition panel, eager to implicate you as the mastermind behind this stunt.
Mellie bellows an angry frustrated scream sending birds, small rodents and other four-legged mammals in all directions.
"Shush! Quiet down. The last thing you need is to caught out here, dressed like that giving credence to their story." Liz grabs Mellie by the arm, dragging her back through the woods to a less conspicuous locale.
Mellie yanks her arm away from Liz. "Wait, if the officials know why aren't they here."
"Because your father pays me well and I'm very good at my job. I make it my business to know even the most innocuous details of my clients lives. You think you were discreet pulling this fiasco together but you left evidence of this hastily conceived plan everywhere."
Mellie shakes her head, "No I was careful. Audrina and Sam never met me."
"Which is the one thing you did right. But it does not make up for the half dozen things you did wrong."
"Such as what," Mellie demands slamming her hands on her hips.
"Researching disgraced triathletes online without using a VPN. Using your old phone to call both Audrina and that Sam kid. You withdrew the exact amount money your accomplices claim you paid them out of the bank the same day you actually paid them. You paid for the scuba gear with your personal credit card. Do I actually need to continue or have you gotten my point?"
Mortified by her amateur mistakes, Mellie's hands slowly slide down away from her hips. She looks away, embarrassed, her failure exposed, she drops her head in defeat.
"Buck up Mellie, my contingency plan is already at work. This time tomorrow Audrina will be pegged a jealous deranged stalker who partnered with a naïve lovestruck camera tech and an unknown hacker-for-hire to besmirch your spotless reputation because you refused to return her unsolicited affection."
Mellie shocked, "How...What...?"
"Suffice to say, I have a detective briefing the triathlon officials on Audrina's foolish misguided scheme as we speak. Just leave the all details to me. All you need to confirm is you took out money to give to several charities anonymously, as is your habit. Your credit card was stolen, which you immediately reported, and you don't know how to scuba dive. Your father paid off the instructor you hired. He'll identify Audrina as the Mellie Pearson he gave lessons to."
"Is my father here? Does he want to see me?"
"Yes, he's in the limo waiting. We're going to sneak you out of here and put you on a plane to Bermuda where you've been vacationing for the last two weeks."
"Won't work I saw Fitz and his crew a week and half ago and I talked to Olivia and the red menace right before the race began. They know I'm registered and I kind of implied I was a real contender."
Liz rolls her eyes. "Shit! Great, now we need to get our hands on the beach footage and destroy it. Did you go anywhere else? Did you speak to anyone else? Were you seen by anyone who could identify you other than Pope and Whelan?"
"I don't think so," Mellie says meekly.
"Let's hope not or we're screwed."
They make to the car unseen. Greg Pearson sits stone faced, stiffly nursing a tall glass filled with whiskey in one hand, clenching his cell phone in the other. Mellie hops into spacious limo, taking the seat opposite her father. His disdainful glaze hits her with the force of a backhand.
"Daddy, I can explain…"
AN: It's raining in LA and for the first time in weeks, I don't have to leave the house to do something. So I decided to cuddle up with my computer and catch-up on some writing.
All I can say is, clearly Edison and Mellie drink from the same cup of delusion. Both believe given the right set of circumstances, Fitz and Olivia will come to realize their true soulmates are lying, scheming, promiscuous nut jobs. LOL
Do you think the powers that be will fall hook, line and sinker for Liz North's conspiracy spin job?
Is daddy Pearson going to clap an electronic ankle bracelet on his harebrained offspring?
Will Olivia and Abby keep up with the lead group or will fatigue get the better of them?
Where do you think Harrison and Edison will place?
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