A/N: So our babies are separating. I'm gonna be honest, I bawled like a baby writing this chapter. I almost couldn't separate them, but I had to be a big girl and just do it. Some of you were wondering about the use of protection because they used a condom the first time but not the second. I honestly didn't think about it and I should have so that's my bad. But Olivia isn't going to get pregnant. Yes, we all love Olitz babies but things are going to be complicated enough for Olivia and whoever she ends up with without adding a baby to the mix. Someone was worried that I would kill Fitz. That's not happening. That will never happen in one of my stories. My heart can't even take the idea. Y'all should have seen me when 2x08 aired. I was a wreck. Killing Fitz wouldn't even be angst for me. It would be total devastation and I can't. As far as angst goes, this chapter is probably as bad as it's gonna get for a while. There are going to be some tears in upcoming chapters but probably nothing compared to this one. With all that said, let's get to the crying. XOXO

Monday couldn't have been more beautiful. The sun shined blindingly bright on everything and Fitz could swear he heard birds singing. He stood on the train station platform, frowning at the day's insistence on being picturesque. A day like that deserved thunder and lighting, hell and high water. He was leaving behind the girl he'd fallen head over heels for and there was nothing he could do about it. Just a week before, he had been ecstatic about France. But that was before Olivia had breezed into his life like a rain shower during a drought and made everything different. From the moment he met her and peered into those big brown eyes, everything in his life split in two sections: before Olivia and after her. He checked his watch then frowned at his freshly shined boots.

"Don't look so down, love. France is supposedly one of the most beautiful places in the world." Fitz's heart nearly leapt out of his chest at the sound of her voice. He hadn't heard it since the day before when he called her to tell her what time his train was leaving. He'd told her that she didn't need to come, that she didn't have to watch him leave if she didn't want to. But the truth was that he didn't want her to see him so broken. He wanted to remain a hero in her eyes. He turned around and there she was, smiling at him as she stood near the station door. She wore a sleeveless navy shirtdress sprinkled generously with red tulips and yellow sandals. Sunglasses pushed her hair back from her face and that mesmerizing red lipstick rimmed her smile.

Fitz wanted to run to her but he was rooted to the spot, looking at her like he couldn't believe she was really there. He almost couldn't. His arms physically ached, wanting to hold her, but nothing good could come of it. Touching her one last time would shred the little composure he had managed to keep. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you off," Olivia replied. She was nauseas with sadness, but she smiled for him anyway, sensing he needed her smile because he didn't have one of his own. He didn't need to know that her insides were tearing apart, that she would miss him so terribly that the thought of it made her throat burn. He didn't need to know that she'd thrown up before she left the tenement because the reality that she was going to tell him goodbye made breakfast impossible to keep down. She hadn't felt that terrible leaving home.

Fitz stood with his hands in his pockets, unable to take his eyes off her. He had thrown up too that morning as he packed his belongings, so violently that a nurse had come to check on him. "Are you going to stay all the way over there?"

Olivia took a few steps toward him on unsteady legs. Fitz took a few steps toward her. They were both a little afraid of getting close again. When she was close enough, Fitz pulled her into an embrace that was so tight that it should have hurt, but it didn't. Or maybe she was just too busy memorizing his scent and the rhythm of his heartbeat to notice any pain. At the feeling of something wet on his chest, he looked down and felt his heart break at the sight of tears streaming down her beautiful face. He pulled a cloth handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her tears. "Don't cry Livvie. It isn't so bad. You'll see. I'm gonna write to you every day. It'll be okay. I promise."

Olivia nodded, hiccupping as she tried to stop crying. She had promised herself that she wouldn't cry in front of him. He didn't need to carry her hurt with him. She squeaked, "I'll write back. Every time. Every day."

She could tell from the tightness of his voice that he was trying not to cry. He said, "Smile. Please. I can't leave if you don't." Olivia tried her best and ended up giving him a lopsided smirk. It was all she could manage. Fitz lifted her off her feet and swung her around, making her laugh in surprise. He set her down and managed a smile of his own. "That's better."

The train's whistle blew as it approached the station. Fitz let Olivia go and took hold of her hands, loving the way they fit so snugly inside his own, like they were made to go there. Almost desperately, he asked, "Did you mean it when you said you'd wait for me before you married him?"

"Yes," she answered immediately, looking at him with clear, earnest eyes. The train roared to a stop in front of them.

Fitz couldn't bring himself to actually say goodbye. The word just wouldn't come out. He squeezed her hands and she squeezed back, knowing what he meant. He said, "We probably shouldn't kiss goodbye."

"We've done worse." There was a glimmer of a smile on her face. They never broke eye contact as he lowered his face to meet hers and she tilted her head back. Unlike Friday night when their kisses were feverish and needy, this one was tender and held more words than either could ever say aloud. She inhaled his scent: strong soap and shaving cream and the industrial-strength detergent the infirmary used. She prayed she would never forget it, or the way his heart thudded so strong in tandem with her own. The train whistled, signaling that it was time to board and Olivia pulled away. A fresh wave of tears clouded her eyes and burned her throat. She croaked, "I'm gonna go. I can't watch you leave. I just wanted to come and…"

She still couldn't say goodbye, but he knew what she meant. He wanted to make her feel better, but he didn't have anything to give. The little strength he had was keeping his own tears from spilling. It hadn't occurred to him until that morning that he could die, that he might never see her face again, that she might not ever hear him say "I love you." He opened his mouth and closed it again. Her sad, little girl voice and wide, wet eyes were a knife in his heart. Olivia had to look away from the searing pain on his face. All he could reply was, "Okay."

Olivia looked at him with glassy eyes and gave his face one final caress before turning and going into the station. Fitz stood rooted in the spot, staring at the ground, only letting a few tears fall before he pulled it together. He knelt to pick up a hairclip that had undoubtedly fallen out of her hair when he'd spun her around. It was a big bobby pin, studded with round rhinestones. He stared at it for a long moment then shoved it deep in his pocket before hefting his duffle bag onto his shoulder and boarding the waiting train.

Olivia cried the whole walk home from the tenement, wiping her eyes with his handkerchief. She took comfort in his scent engrained in the fabric. She was glad that she had asked for the day off because she was in no condition to work. All her strength was gone as she climbed the stairs to her room. Her sobs had dwindled to little hiccups as she entered the room, unintentionally waking Abby.

"Liv?" she half-yawned, blinking awake.

"He's gone," Olivia whimpered. It was like the last nail in a coffin. Telling something else that Fitz was gone, that she quite possibly wouldn't see his face ever again, that he'd left without her saying that she loved him, made everything real. She barely had time to register the burn creeping up the back of her throat before she had to dash to the bathroom. She knelt over the toilet bowl and dry-heaved. Her stomach was empty from her vomiting episode earlier that day. When her stomach stopped wrenching, she trudged back into the bedroom. Abby's heart ached at the sight of Olivia's tear-stained face. She had never seen her tough friend look so tiny and broken. Olivia schlepped to Abby's bed and sat down. She hiccupped and wiped her eyes. It didn't seem possible to cry so much. Abby reached out and rubbed her back. Olivia slumped over on the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her sobs were now just jagged little exhales. Abby scooted over and wrapped her arms around Olivia.

"What was that?" she asked at the sound of a clanging thud of something hitting the scuffed hardwood floor.

"My ring," Olivia answered quietly. "I can't look at it right now."

She had betrayed her fiancé and broken her own heart in the process. She couldn't face the idea of being committed to someone else when her heart was headed for Paris. She guessed that it was some sort of karmic punishment that she had fallen in love with someone outside her relationship and had him taken away from her.

Abby gave her a squeeze. "I'm sorry."

"Me too," Olivia replied.

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"You alright man?" Fitz looked up at the sound of someone's voice. A stocky Hispanic man stared down at him with concern.

"Yeah," Fitz answered quietly, moving his bag so the man could sit next to him. He straightened up a little in his seat. "I'm Fitz."

"Huck," the man replied, extending a hand. Fitz shook it. "You leave your girl behind?"

"Yeah," Fitz answered. "How'd you know?"

"I was the same way a few months back. My girl's in Delaware." He pulled a picture of a dark-haired woman making a silly face out of his breast pocket and showed it to Fitz. "That's my Quinn."

"She's beautiful," Fitz complimented. Quinn was beautiful, but no woman would ever appeal to him like Olivia had. "My girl's name is Olivia."

Huck wanted to ask about her but the look on Fitz's face said that he was in no condition to talk about Olivia. He asked, "Wanna get drunk?"

Fitz shook his head. "Empty as I am today, I'd drown trying to feel better."

"Have a drink anyway," Huck replied, offering Fitz his flask. Fitz took it and took a deep drink. The whiskey didn't even burn as he swallowed. He passed the flask back to Huck and turned to look out the window.

XXXXX

The next day, Olivia poured herself a cup of coffee as she prepared for work. She hadn't slept much that night, just tossed and turned and walked the halls. She looked out the window at the sound of a train's whistle and almost burst into tears again. But she bit the inside of her cheek and added a little sugar to her coffee. She left the kitchen and headed back upstairs to get dressed for work.

"Feeling better?" Abby asked when Olivia entered the room.

Olivia sniffed. "I'll live."

She walked over to the side of Abby's bed and picked up her ring off the floor where it had spent the better part of Monday. Abby said, "You don't have to put it on if you don't want to. Do you want me to put it someplace?"

Olivia shook her head. She put the ring back on her finger. "It doesn't change anything. Ring or ring, I'm still engaged."

"And in love with someone else." Olivia shrugged. She was feeling everything and nothing.

"Did you feel this way before Fitz?" Abby watched Olivia pull a uniform from the closet, taking gulps of her coffee.

"I haven't felt right about being engaged since I said yes," Olivia admitted. "We're good friends. I don't know that we're any more than that though. I don't think I ever actually fell for him. I love him, but not like…" She sighed heavily. "I don't want to hurt him Abby."

"Marrying him when he isn't the one will hurt him worse than breaking up with him ever could," Abby pointed out. "Do you want to marry him?"

"I… Everyone's so excited. We're perfect for each other," Olivia replied.

"That doesn't answer the question."

"I want my life to go the way it's supposed to."

"You know, wise is never a word anyone would use to describe me, but it's been my experience that nothing will screw you up worse than the picture of how your life is supposed to look. The only thing that's supposed to happen is that you're supposed to be able to wake up and be happy with the choices you've made."

Olivia buttoned her dress. "Were you and George happy back home?"

"Every day," Abby replied with certainty. "Not all day every day, mind you, but every day."

Olivia nodded. "You are wise, Abby."

XXXXX

The infirmary seemed much bleaker than Olivia remembered. She went about her day in a trance, not really aware of anything or anyone unless they addressed her directly. She went down the row of showers handing out towels to the men waiting and didn't even notice Jake until he took hold of her hand when she handed him a towel.

"What's got you frowning, brown sugar?" he asked.

Olivia blinked at him like she'd never seen him. Her eyes quickly filled with a fire he'd never seen in them. She stepped close to the curtain separating them and said in a deadly even tone, "If you ever call me that again, I'll suffocate you in your sleep."

She sounded so serious that he backed away from her. Olivia moved on, handing out towels. She blinked away tears for as long as she could before she had to run to the bathroom. She didn't even hear Abby come in until her hand was on her shoulder.

"I got you something," Abby said gently. Olivia lifted her head to look at what Abby was pulling out of her purse. It was a Hershey bar.

"Where'd you get chocolate?" Olivia hadn't seen a chocolate bar since she left home. She wasn't sure what exactly the cause of the shortage was, just that the news said that it was in short supply, along with sugar and nylon and a host of other things that people were learning to live without.

"A prostitute. They always have it. They get it from the Italian soldiers," Abby answered. She had been walking to work when she spotted a woman coming out of a recessed doorway buttoning her skimpy silk dress. Upon arriving, she was told by another nurse that Olivia was in the bathroom.

Olivia laughed as she held the chocolate bar. She wasn't even sure what was so funny, just that she couldn't stop. She doubled over, still laughing. Abby knew the laughter was just unshed tears. And suddenly she was laughing too. It was hysterical and maddening laughter, the only way the two of them could mourn Olivia's loss anymore. When they were finally able to stop, Olivia wiped her eyes and gave Abby a long hug.

XXXXX

"Well she slept with you. That means something," Huck assured Fitz as they made up their bunks. Fitz had filled Huck in on his and Olivia's situation after hearing all about Quinn.

"She said she'd wait to see me again when I come home on furlough before she married him. Do you think she will?"

"She wouldn't have made a promise like that if she didn't mean it," Huck replied. He could see how hard Fitz had fallen for Olivia. He liked Fitz, and Huck didn't like many people. He hoped everything worked out for his smitten friend.

"Do you think she'll forget me? My furlough isn't for a while. Do you think she'll go home and fall for him all over again? I mean, she had to fall for him to agree to marry him. And we only spent a week together." Fitz flopped onto his bunk and sighed. "I just wish we'd had more than a week. Maybe if we'd had like a month, I'd feel better."

"Man, you're spinning," Huck said, sitting down on his own bunk. "You didn't wear her down. She jumped in head first just like you did. If she's feeling anything close to what you're feeling, her guy back home isn't gonna be her guy for too much longer."

"You're right. I just… I've never been in love before."

Huck blinked. "You've never been in love before? You're like 30!"

"I've just never fallen. Maybe I've never taken long enough to really be with a girl. I don't know. All I know is, when I saw her, I just felt this pull inside me. It was like I'd been waiting my whole life for her to show up."

Huck chuckled at Fitz's goofy grin. "Damn man, you've got it bad."

Fitz stared up at the ceiling, wondering if Olivia was missing him as much as he was missing her. He lay around all day, sleeping off and on into the wee hours of the morning until he couldn't lie down anymore. He sat up and fished out his flashlight to write to Olivia.

A/N: So our babies are going through it without each other. Next time we'll see what Fitz has to tell Olivia and if she'll keep her promise to write back to him. Don't forget to leave your thoughts. XOXO