Well. That's the end of scandal but just because the show is over does not mean the story ends. I will still be here, writing my fan fictions and being active on twitter for those who are still interested. The story will go on and I know some people weren't pleased with how it ended but at least we got olitz out of it. As always Thank you for the kind private messages, and reviews. You have no idea how much they mean to me. And of course I love reading your thoughts and views; it's interesting that with every chapter the reader sides with Olivia and in the next one Fitz curious to see who's side you all align with this time.

This chapter is broken up in two parts because it was reaching over 8,000 words and it felt like a great ending. But I will be back next week with the new chapter which will be part 2.

Until Next time...

Muse XoXo

Song choice: Collide:Howie Day

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"Hi" he breathed in a very familiar voice. Cautiously Olivia stared at his large black shoes and slowly made her way up to his impeccable chest, noticing the formal attire until finally she landed on his face. Her pulse throbs in her throat and Olivia feels the overwhelming urge to flee. Her eyes lock with his blue ones and somehow even her breathing became all too loud. The room stilled and all the voices and chatter suddenly became mute. Everything and everyone irrelevant.

He came back.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked obviously shocked

"I'm here for a drink." Fitz responds lifting his scotch as evidence.

"By yourself?" Abby asked though her eyes never left Olivia who's look was indescribable.

"Yeah." Fitz rubs his head embarrassingly, remembering how he left their date early to be alone and to be caught now just makes the entire situation worse.

"Drink with us." Quinn says moving from her chair next to Olivia to sit next to Abby.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude." Fitz said kindly "I'll let you ladies be and enjoy your drinks."

"You ditched us at dinner to drink by yourself? This is the least you could do." Quinn responds clearly comfortable now that her and Fitz would never be anything real.

Smiling kindly, Fitz walks to the empty chair staring at Olivia for her reaction but she completely disengages and turns to face Quinn and Abby.

Olivia remains quiet throughout much of the gathering, opting to drink over speaking. Her thoughts were all over the place with Fitz's sudden arrival back into her life. Why hasn't he found her like he promised he would? Olivia wanted to probe about his sudden need for alcohol considering he prided himself on refraining from such items but she knows what he does and who he is, is none of her business.

If anything, it confirms what she feared, that he was a liar. That he wasn't as good as he pretended to be. That he pretends to be this great guy but he's a fraud like all the others, and carelessly she fell for him.

Why does he have to be so damn good looking?

Staring at him in the flesh, Olivia forgot just how remarkably handsome he is. His body is more defined which seems impossible, his shirt was tight much so that Olivia could see the outline of his abs and arms. Though his face was clean, his hair grew slightly longer, his curls more pronounced.

And his eyes…he turns to Olivia and smiles kindly at her as though he could read her thoughts before returning to answer his question. His eyes somehow manage to reach her soul in ways that she can't describe, but she likes, to her own impairment she likes the way he makes her feel.

"Olivia, aren't you going to speak to your future brother in law?" Quinn jokes

Olivia could feel all eyes on her, the warmth in cheeks spreading down to her chest.

"Hello, Fitzgerald. Surprised to see you." Olivia shrugs though she never looks at him

"Forgive Olivia, Fitz she's not normally this rude or quiet." Quinn speaks up

"Olivia, is far from rude and I understand her being uncomfortable with my presence so I will make my leave but it's been a pleasure." Fitz says moving to stand up

"Olivia, tell us what Fitz is like since we know so little of him." Abby asked making Fitz stop in his tracks and sit back down.

With all eyes on her, Olivia pushes the loose strand of hair from her face nervously.

Fitz's head turns slowly in her direction, waiting to hear what she says about him. His face is enigmatic as he listens.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything."

"Fitz, is Fitz. He's kind, secretive, and nice once you get to know him but you can't be completely certain if you what you see of him is real or what he wants you to see. But he's nice." Olivia answers gently "More wine?" Olivia asked walking to the bar without waiting for an answer.

Finally, with a minute to herself she exhales the breath she's been holding in. Her head shakes overwhelmingly at how the night has begun to unfold.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

"Are you okay? If you aren't I can leave?"

A deep breath falls from her lips as she stares at Fitz's tender eyes looking at her with so much concern and understanding.

Damn him.

"You're fine." She says exhaustedly

"I'm sorry…it wasn't my intention to come here and bother you."

"You're fine."

"You don't seem happy to see me."

"Why should I be?" Olivia counters staring at Fitz coldly.

"I've been meaning to find you and talk to you."

"Is that right?"

Somehow the tables turn and it Fitz that is nervous at Olivia's obvious displeasure with his presences.

"It was never my intentions to leave us unfinished like that. I was just waiting for the right time."

"I'm sure you were."

"I was." He promises

"You look beautiful by the way."

"Don't. Don't look at me also." Olivia warns grabbing the bottle and walking back to the table.

"So, Fitz tell us about this mystery girl that you are head over heels for?" Abby asked giving Olivia a wink before listening to Fitz's answer.

Fitz shifts in his seat, his thoughts and eyes fall on Olivia who found the courage to look at him and wait for his response.

"It was this moment. This moment of total recognition the second I laid eyes on her. Those rare moments in time when your soul looks at another human being and…you know…you know that you've met this person before…that's what it was like meeting her."

"And what's she like?"

"Perfection. Intelligent. A smart ass, hard-working, compassionate, stubborn. She is beyond stubborn constantly yelling at me but I find myself enjoying every second of it. I haven't known her for long but…" he stops talking mid-sentence not wanting to make the situation even more uncomfortable for Olivia.

"Sounds like you fallen for her."

"Yeah…I really like her."

"So Olivia, Fitz left our date early because he couldn't get this girl out of his head and get this; the girl isn't even his? Did you know this?" Quinn asked clearly oblivious to the obvious tension forming between the two.

"I heard but Fitz is very charismatic I'm sure he has several girls lined up waiting to date him." Olivia said warmly though her words where anything but.

Fitz frowns at the obvious dig.

"In case you were wondering; I don't but the girl I want isn't exactly single so what's a guy to do." Fitz said giving Olivia a side eye of his own.

"What guys like you always, do." Olivia retorts coldly before finishing off her fourth glass of wine.

"What is that?"

"Use people."

"Wow."

"Olivia!" Quinn elbows her, shocked by how rude Olivia was to Fitz.

"I don't use people, but people use me."

"Right, you are just a poor innocent boy."

"I'm not the victim but neither was she, and she got something."

"What? You used her."

"She used me."

Olivia rolls her eyes.

"This is really detailed? How do you know her, Olivia?"

"She's my friend."

"Wow." Quinn murmurs finishing off her drink, deciding it's best to keep her mouth shut.

"Does Daniel, know?" Abby asked wanting to bring Daniel back into the picture.

"No. And the last thing I want to do is start drama between him and his brother."

"I find that hard to believe."

Olivia hisses at Fitz, turning ferociously close to him "Don't you dare." She warns watching Fitz retreat. She takes a long sip of her wine, needing the liquor courage to stare at him.

"Do not blame me for you and your brother's issues."

"Okay, Olivia."

"Okay, Fitzgerald."

"Liv, slow down on the drinking?" Abby warns

"I'm fine." Olivia sits back taking a leisure slip of her red wine.

"That's the thing. It's a guy's fault because the girl is dating someone else? She has choice, a voice and she opted to stay. I can't force someone to want me or pick me?" Fitz asked turning to face Olivia who remained staring at the wall.

"What if she did?" Olivia asked in a more measured but quiet voice.

Fitz's eyes immediately dart to Olivia, who's expression was indescribable.

He opens his mouth to speak but decides to remain silent, nothing at this moment would be right and he has clearly fucked up his chance of talking to her civilly. He rubs his head exhaustedly, this wasn't how they were supposed to be, this wasn't how they were supposed to meet.

"How did this double date happened?" Olivia asked turning from Fitz and back to the girls

"I'm dating Fitz's best friend, Stephen." Abby says excitedly

"I can't believe I haven't met him." Olivia quips wanting to put as much distance between her and Fitz as possible. The last thing she wants or needs is too many people in her personal life and with Abby already well familiar with their situation this predicament is less than ideal.

"I tried to get you to come out tonight as well but you said no."

"Wow." Fitz murmurs to himself though Olivia heard him.

"What?" Olivia asked coldly

"Just serendipitous to think that you could have been on my double date and now where sitting here together…just feels meant to be." Fitz murmurs the last part noticing his voice drown out as Abby lost interest in what he was saying but Olivia heard every word etched from his well-formed mouth.

"Cheers," he says, clinking his glass against hers and the rest of the girls before taking a long swallow. She watches his Adam's apple rise and fall as he drinks before she stares back at his face. No matter what he does, he always manages to look good. She schools her thought before getting caught.

An hour passed and Olivia was beyond tipsy, she was swaying softly to the music, finally comfortable enough to enjoy herself.

"I think it's time we get Olivia home." Quinn remarks nodding her head towards an oblivious Olivia.

"I agree." Abby speaks up

"I'm not going home. I'm staying here." Olivia says firmly.

"Your drunk, you can ride with us and we'll pick your car up later tomorrow."

"No." Olivia shakes her head.

"I can take her home." Fitz speaks up wanting desperately to remain in Olivia's presence for as long as possible even if she doesn't remember.

Abby looks at him squarely "No, we have it Fitz but thank you."

"Fitz can take me." Olivia speaks up "He knows where I live and besides, Daniel is waiting for me." Olivia emphasizes turning to stare at Fitz knowing she was hurting him by mentioning his name.

Fitz excuses himself.

"Where are you going?" Olivia demands watching Fitz walk away from her wondering if she pushed him too far.

"To pay the bar tab."

"How can you afford it? You don't have any money?" Olivia asked drunkenly not realizing that her words can be offense.

With an uneasy smile, Fitz bends to a still seated, Olivia. "I have money."

"Since when?" Olivia counters before reaching into her Prada purse and handing Fitz a card.

"I don't want this." Fitz says handing the card back into a drunken Olivia's hand.

"Take it!"

"I don't want your money,"

"What do you want?"

"Not that."

"What is that you want, Fitzgerald?" Olivia hisses

He walks away shaking his head.

"Olivia, why are you being rude to Fitz? You barely know him?" Quinn asked

"I know him." Olivia hisses turning her head to look at him. "I've been around Fitz enough to know his character and he is beyond self-righteous, he's a pretty boy that tries to be so complex and different but he's like all the others."

"I can't believe he slept with your friend."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have too, it's obviously implied." Quinn jokes though Olivia remains silent.

"What's your friends name? Do I know her?"

"I promised her secrecy and she hasn't slept with Fitz. At least to my knowledge." She downplays

"Fitz seems like a great catch; he appears nice from what I know of him."

"He's a phony." Olivia counters watching him pay for the bill at the bar. "He pretends to be a good guy but he's not. God, I can't believe you invited him Quinn!"

"He was nice at dinner." Quinn counters

"He's a pretender. And I'm mad because I can't stand him. Look at him…he uses people. I know about him. I know guys just like him."

With Abby successfully pushing Quinn to help Fitz at the bar, she turns to a drunken yet slowly sobering Olivia.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." She counters swiftly with her arms folded and a frown forming on her face.

"Leave him, alone."

"This none of your business Abigail and I would appreciate it if you stayed out my personal life like I stay out of yours."

"Fine, you're a big girl, you know what you are doing."

"I do." Olivia responds coldly

"How's Daniel?"

"None of your business and neither is Fitz."

"You're playing with fire, Olivia."

"Then step away so you don't get burned." Olivia responds coolly walking towards Fitz.

Graciously Fitz hails a cab for Abby and Quinn who leave without a fight.

With the cab gone, slowly Fitz turns to stare at Olivia.

She raised her eyes to him again, but found him studying her dress, his coy confidence he's exuded has returned and removed the weariness he once wore in the bar. Swiftly she promises herself not to look at him. Fitz walks to Olivia taking her in and without a word he places his jacket around Olivia's bare shoulders.

In her confusion, she lost her resolve and turned to him, eyes questioning. Olivia finds herself enveloped in his large arms, her face buried in his neck. Her heartbeat immediately slows as she breathes in his oaky scent, pine combs she muses. She steps back to look up at him and he's gazing at her with an expression that's tender and amused at the same time. He drowns in her brown doe eyes, the gut-wrenching feeling of being explicitly vulnerable to another soul.

"Let me take you home."

Olivia stumbles and without a second, Fitz's large warm hands grabs the small of her back and hand.

"I have it." Olivia mumbles slowly pushing herself from Fitz though he never took his hands off her.

"I said I have it." Olivia says firmly though she stumbles again after pushing Fitz away.

"You don't." Fitz responds evenly.

"I don't want you touching me."

"You can barely walk and I'm not going to let you fall because you want to be stubborn."

"I'm not being stubborn. I just don't like you."

"Yeah, well I don't like me either." Fitz retorts

He watches her for several minutes' fail to walk in straight line with every time nearly falling.

"I'm going to carry you."

"No!"

"It's going to rain and it's freezing and I parked a few blocks away and with the way you are going we won't get to my truck until tomorrow."

"That's fine but you don't get to touch me" Olivia points her finger at Fitz "You lost that right to touch me."

"Blame me all you want, Olivia."

"It's your fault."

"How's Daniel?" Fitz responds coldly as Olivia pushes him against the wall angrily.

"Don't you dare bring him up!"

"Why not? You've done it every chance you get."

Olivia walks away stumbling as she tries to put as much space between her and Fitz.

Frustrated Fitz picks Olivia up using the fireman hold.

"Put me down!"

"Stop fighting me!" Fitz yells back "I'm trying to help you!"

I"I don't want your help!"

Slightly out of breath, Fitz places Olivia on the ground with ease before locking her between him and his truck's door.

He edges towards her and every time he moved forward she scooted back until her back touched the cool metal of his truck, realizing she could move back no more she lifts her head up and looks at him. Her breathing hitched. She closes her thighs together feeling immense wetness forming. She's been intentionally nasty towards him in hopes that it would weaken her desire but it hasn't. She wants him. Yes, she's drunk and lonely, but it's not just that. It's more than that. Since the second she saw him at the bar she felt something, something tangible. She wants him, she truly wants him. She's not entirely sure why, but she wants all of him if just for a night.

Without a word Olivia slides into the truck only mumbling her street address.

With music bellowing softly in the background, silence fills the car. The silence was far from awkward but tense, electrifying. Fitz couldn't tell what Olivia was feeling, she has once again mastered schooling her reactions even in her drunken state. Damn that gift of hers.

Olivia shifts away from Fitz, from the overwhelming compulsion to crawl in his lap and make love to him, to ignore all that happened between them and just be okay with being in the present with him. She keeps her face turned towards the window, watching the ray of city lights flash before her eyes.

Fitz turns to Olivia wanting desperately to know what she was thinking.

"Are you okay?" He whispers out

"I'm fine." She folds her arms never looking up at him.

"That's good." He nods his head "at least one of us is."

"You seem fine to me."

"Looks could be deceiving."

"Like your double date?"

"Like your boyfriend?"

His words shoot through her and she looks at him. It's everything—the rare quirk of his crooked smile, how the light sometimes illuminates his cheekbones and makes him look like a Greek god.

"We have chemistry that's undeniable, but it's not why I am happy to see you. This wasn't exactly how I planned on meeting you once again, but apparently, we were destined to meet sooner rather than later, and I'm not complaining." The low rumble of his voice, ignites a fire storm inside Olivia.

"You sound romantic." Olivia jokes

"I am very romantic. But seriously. You and me. It feels right. Even with you hating me I couldn't be happier."

He stops at the stop light and turns to a somber Olivia, an impulse struck Fitz and without a word he caresses Olivia's cheek. His callous thumb circles her cheek amazed by the smooth and richness of her skin knowing with the upmost certainty that she bathes in milk and honey.

"Don't look at me."

"I can't."

She turns her head, her eyes wild. What game was he playing with her?

The rest of the ride was uneventful, unconsciously Olivia closes her eyes still reeling from the effects of the alcohol and the texture of Fitz's hand imprinted on her skin.

The feeling bubbling inside her was building with every minute stuck in this truck with him.

She crosses her legs tightly, understandably remaining quiet as not to embarrass herself in her sexual and inebriated state. She wants him. Especially when he does those little nuances that pull at her heartstrings.

The doorman opens the door and without a word they slide in.

With alcohol burning in her system, Olivia holds onto Fitz's shirt as he guides her to the elevator. Too hell with modesty and decency, there is nothing decent about what she wants from him.

"You are very drunk, Ms. Pope."

Fitz slides in the elevator after her, watching her hit several buttons in the process before hitting the right one. She throws his jacket back to him.

"You don't need it?" Fitz asked sliding it back on

"I'm not cold anymore."

Her eyes devour Fitz. She's far from cold but burning with a fever.

"No, you are not."

"Did you have fun on your double date with my friends?"

"Not as much fun as I'm having right now." He's staring at her from across the elevator.

"Do you think, Quinn is pretty?"

"Yes."

Her head falters.

"But she's not exactly my type."

She smiles at him, her head cocked to the side.

"I didn't know you have a type."

"Just the one." He reminds her.

"You must really like her."

"I do. But I fucked up…do you think she will ever forgive me?"

"It depends…"

"On what?"

"On how you win her back."

"I plan to do whatever it takes."

"Be careful with your promises."

"I don't make promises that I don't keep."

Her eyes fall on his wavy hair to his button-down shirt, man does he know how to wear a suit.

"Do you see something, you like?" he watches Olivia's eyes fall back to his face.

The tension between them was thick and heavy.

"Yes."

"What do you see that pleases you?"

"You."

"I thought you hated me."

"I could never hate you."

Fitz smiles at her gently "you must be drunk."

"And horny." Olivia adds

"That's a bad combination, Ms. Pope."

"Or a good one if you play your cards right."

Fitz bites his lip.

"I want you to fuck me."

He chuckled and for a second she was sure he found her most secret desires funny.

"Fuck me." Olivia repeats herself this time more serious than before.

His eyes, dark and enigmatic as always, bore into her and Olivia felt butterflies fly in her stomach. He says nothing as he walks towards her side of the elevator. Olivia tries to maintain her poise, but it has proven more difficult with each passing.

"Behave." his voice drops an octave, and Olivia knows she has turned him on. She bites her lip knowing there's nothing sexier than an equally horny Fitz.

This isn't supposed to be happening, not now, not ever. This was supposed to be a date with her girls, she wasn't supposed to end up back at her apartment with her boyfriend's brother. Yet here she is. Repeating a history, she is destined to follow.

"Fitz." The way her name falls from his lips, causes unspeakable tension. His jaw muscles tighten as he looks down at her. He's pressed up against her and suddenly she's utterly aware of his presence. Everything else around her disappears to a dismal grey and all she can think about is the fact that he's very, very close to her. Something hard is pressing against her abdomen, she looks at his impeccable erection. Her cheeks grow hot as she realizes, he wants her as much as she wants him.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" She touches her forehead to his, panting.

"Yes." He whispers in her ear.

Olivia finds herself slowly shifting her body, wiggling around until she begins grinding on his member. Her lips touch his and she feels his lips part under hers. Fitz tastes like alcohol and faintly of minty toothpaste. She feels his hand brush her cheek and then the back of her neck to pull her closer to him. His tongue touches her, warm and alive, and she almost jerks at the electricity of the contact. He grinds into Olivia, loving the sound of her whimpers.

Her hand snakes out to touch him where he's hard against her stomach and he stifles a moan. "Not here," he whispers. "Don't do that here."

"Why not?"

His voice drops to a whisper. "That's my job."

Olivia's eyes become wider darker than normal.

The bell chimes and the doors slide open.

Finally, they reach her floor. Her heart starts accelerating. She tells herself to calm down, but her body is clearly not listening to her brain.

Without a word, Olivia walks through Fitz's arm and out the elevator. Fitz follows behind just enough to watch the sway of her hips for his own guilty pleasure. This woman will be the death of him.

She unlocks the door, with mild difficulty.

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked with nervous anticipation.

"No, I'm quite alright. Thank you." His eyes turn to her and the look he gives her makes goosebumps rise on her skin.

She takes a deep breath for courage as she walks further into the living room. Why was it easy and natural when they were at the ranch and now it feels so tense, so exhilarating?

Olivia realizes that a man like Fitz won't do anything without her permission, she'll have to take matters into her own hands.

"You have two options. Option A, you are going to walk out that door and we will forget this ever happened or option B you will walk into my bedroom and close the door. I'll give you a few minutes to decide between A or B, but you only pick one."

He watches her walk down the hallway and into her room, stopping at the entrance to look at him before walking in; making sure she left the door partially open.

He waits a second, trying desperately to figure out what the right thing would be in this situation. He walks around her living room hoping to find something personal about Olivia, but he doesn't. This wasn't how they were supposed to meet. But fate has its own way of bringing people back together. If he agrees then it means he wants one thing from her and she's drunk and angry, but if he doesn't agree than it says he's no longer interested and damn is he interested. One way or another he was going into that room, he just hopes he makes the right decision.

He walks through the lone hallway leading to her bedroom. He raises his hand to knock, but finds Olivia sitting on the side of bed waiting for him. Their gaze collides and for a moment the frenzy dies down as the world suddenly seemed to vanish and time stops moving. He opens the door wider, taking in the sight of her before closing the door shut.