"Hey" He said.

"Hey" She said, as she walked past him into the room.

"So what's up?" Jake asks as he grabbed a Sprite out of his mini fridge.

"We need to talk" Olivia said, her voice shaky. She took a deep breath and says,

"I know you've been cheating on me."

Jake stops drinking and puts the bottle down.

"Look Liv I'm really sorry. It's just-

"No. It's ok, because I've been cheating on you too." She says not looking him directly in the eyes.

"What?! Who's the guy?" Jake asks his anger clearly present.

"Are you really upset?" Olivia asks, not understanding his anger. It's not like he didn't cheat either and at least Olivia only slept with one other guy, Jake slept with everyone.

"Who's the guy Olivia?"

"Look I didn't come here to start a fight. I wanted you to know so that maybe we could work on our relationship."-Olivia replies.

"WHO IS THE FUCKING GUY OLIVIA"- Jake shouts, frightening Olivia in the process.

"Fitz." She says in a small voice. "Fitzgerald Grant"

Jake throws his drink across the room and balls up his fist and punches the wall.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

It was eleven o'clock in Mariucci Stadium. The gophers had just won another game. But that was two hours ago, by now the stadium had cleared out and most of the team and coaching staff had already left, except Fitz who was still showering in the locker room. Fitz was reflecting over his awesome performance in the game when suddenly he hears a door creaking.

"Hello?" he asks. "Is anyone there?"

No one responded. Fitz shrugged and continued lathering his body with soap. When he had completely rinsed his body he grabbed his dry towel and dried off his face and his hair. When he removed the towel from his face to dry off the rest of his body, green eyes were staring back at him.

"Hello Fitz." Jake says menacingly.

"Jake. What are you doing here?" Fitz asks.

Jake laughs humorlessly. "O nothing. Just a little birdie told me that you were sticking your dick in places it doesn't belong."

"I don't know what you're-

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Jake shouted. "You been fucking Olivia haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU!"

Fitz doesn't respond.

"No? You don't want to answer? That's ok. I may not be able to get an answer out of you but maybe these guys will. O fellas." Jake calls.

Four very large and buff men enter the room.

"So I'll ask you again. Have you or have not been screwing Olivia Pope?"

Once gain Fitz doesn't respond.

"Beat his ass." Jake commands as the four men encircle Fitz.

Fitz tries to run but one guy grabs Fitz and throws him to the ground. Two of the men yank Fitz off of the ground and restrain his arms while the other two men take turns punching him in the face, the stomach, and kicking him in his legs.

The two men who were restraining Fitz drop him on the ground as Fitz coughs out blood. All four men begin stomping and kicking Fitz in the stomach and legs, breaking his ribs in the process. One man kicks Fitz in the face, severely bruising his left cheek.

"Stop" Jake says. And the men back away from Fitz. "Go get the bat" Jake commands one of the four men. A few minutes later the man comes back with a metal bat.

Jake walks over to a now crumpled Fitz. "Ok buddy boy. Usually people get there revenge eye for an eye. Since you slept with my girlfriend it is only fair that I have a piece of yours. But since you're single and pathetic I'm going to have to take something else."

Jake slowly drags the bat over Fitz's body and stops at his knee.

"You know Fitz you are incredibly fast." And in an instant Jake raises the bat brings it down hard on Fitz's knee cap, fracturing the bone. Fitz screams out in pain.

"Let's see how fast you are now!" Jake shouts.

Fitz is now gasping in pain as Jake slides the bat over Fitz's body again.

"Grab his left arm." Jake commands one of the men.

The man yanks Fitz's arm from under him and hold its out.

Jake raises the bat again and crashes it down on Fitz's arm, shattering his forearm bone. Fitz screams out again, writhing in immense pain.

Jake drops the bat on Fitz's head and stoops down in front of his face, hovering his mouth over Fitz's ear.

"I hope she was worth it" Jake whispers. "Let's go" Jake tells the men as he rises to his feet and walks out of the locker room.

Fitz now bloodied, bruised, and soaking in shower water, watches as the men leave. The last thing he sees is the feet of the retreating men before everything goes black.

"He's unstable!"

"His blood is clogging up his lungs"

"Quick get him to the E.R."

Fitz feels himself being moved on a bed through a hallway. He opens one eye his vision extremely blurry.

"Stay with us sir. You may not die. You may not-

And that's the last thing Fitz hears before he succumbs to unconsciousness.

"Jesus Christ what happened to this one?"

"Assault. Possibly weaponry assault too just based off the damage on his knee and arm. "

"Who found him?"

"A janitor. He was cleaning out the locker room when he found him on the floor of the showers."

"How long before he was found?"

"Four hours."

Again Fitz fades into unconsciousness.

It was a telephone ringing in the distance that woke him from his unconscious. He tries to open his eyes but only succeeds in getting one open. When he finally opens his eye he sees a white tiled ceiling that looks dingy in some areas. Fitz furrows his brow, trying to figure out where he is. He tries to talk to ask someone but feels a plastic tube down his throat, blocking his speech. He chokes a little and starts to panic before a doctor enters the room.

"Try to relax sir. Your injuries are very extensive."- The doctor says. Fitz relaxes a little but quickly tenses up when he sees that there is some else in the room.

You must be a friend of his, the doctor says as he shakes the hand of the other person in the room.

"Yeah" Jake says returning the handshake. I can't believe someone would do something like this. What happened to him?"

"Well that we are unsure of but what do know is that your friend came in with three broken ribs, a punctured lung, a severely blackened eye, a broken arm, a fractured knee cap, and several cuts and bruises on his face, legs, and torso." The doctor explains. "Now we were able to patch up his lungs but it will be another three days before his lungs are fully functional. His black eye should be gone in 2-3 weeks and the cuts and bruises will heal in few weeks. Now the real issue is his arm and knee. Altogether it will take eighteen weeks at most for both of those to heal. But even once they heal it is going to take several months of physical therapy before they are fully functional, especially the knee. But I'll give your friend a few more days and he should be released. It is imperative that your friend rest however there are some detectives that would like to speak with him about his injuries."

"Thank you doctor" Jake says as the doctor nods his head and exits the room.

"Wow. I really did a number on you" Jake says as he approaches the left side of Fitz's hospital bed.

"On a scale of one to ten how much pain are you in right now? O right you can't really speak because you got that tube down throat" Jake says laughing.

Jake grabs the side of Fitz's bed and leans over Fitz, staring at him directly in the eye. "Now here is what you're going to do. When the detectives ask you what happened you're going to lie and say that you didn't see who your attacker was because they hit you from behind. If they ask you about people you might have had conflicts with you're going spin some story saying that maybe it was one of our rivaling teams who got sick of you scoring and had a hit out on you. Whatever. Just know that if you tell them it was me", Jake lowers himself down to Fitz's ear;" I will deny, deny, deny and make sure that you never play hockey ever again."

Jake moves towards the door but before he leaves, "I hope you get well buddy."Jake says as he stares at Fitz with cold eyes. "It would be unfortunate if a talented player such as youself never lives long enough to see his true potential. Don't you think?" Jake laughs manically as he walks away.

Two days later Fitz was off of the breathing tube and some of bruises were disappearing. Fitz had spoken to the detectives and told them what Jake wanted him to say. Fitz loved hockey too much to sacrifice his life dream for what Jake did to him. But that didn't mean that Fitz wasn't seeking his revenge.

A soft knock takes Fitz out of his thoughts.

"Hi"

"Hi" - Fitz croaked. Olivia stepped into the room and gasped at Fitz's appearance. Although some of his bruises were disappearing, Fitz still had a black eye, and both his left arm and leg were in a white cast.

"Fitz what happened?" Olivia asks as she moves closer to his bed, her face furrowed in concern. Olivia like everybody else on campus heard about Fitz, but no one knew what actually caused his injuries. For now everything was just speculation and rumors.

"Your boyfriend" Fitz replies.

"What? Jake would never do this."-Olivia answers.

"Really, cause I beg to differ", Fitz responded with tears in his eye. "Look at me Livvie. I can barely see out of the eye that actually works and my other eye I still can't even open. I can't walk and I lost my playing arm. It hurts to breath and even talking to you right now is causing me pain."

"I know Jake. I know Jake as much as I know you and he wouldn't do something like this. He's a lot of things but he's not this."

"But that's the thing. You don't really know me so there is no way you could possibly know him. Just because we had sex a few-" Fitz pauses as realization hits him. "Did you tell him about us?" Fitz asks silently hoping that she didn't.

Olivia looks at the ground and doesn't respond.

"It was you. GOD I'M SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT. I'M SO STUPID, I'M SO STUPID." Fitz yells, crying now. "It makes sense. It's why you're defending him because in your mind you know that if Jake is responsible for this, then you're responsible for this also."

Now Olivia is crying, "Fitz I am so sorry. I just felt so guilty. I didn't think he would do this."

Fitz can't even look at her anymore. "And to think I thought we had something. My dumbass mistake. He ruined me Liv I can't even play hockey for God knows how long! The NHL is going to find another player to sign. And I can't even tell anyone that he did this or I'll never play hockey again. Scratch that, I'll never live again.

"Get out", Fitz says quietly.

"But Fitz I-

"GET OUT! LEAVE. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE AGAIN."

Olivia scrambles out of the room to nearest bathroom where she cries quietly in a stall.

"Never again" Fitz whispers to himself as he cries himself to sleep.