Author's Note: Sorry guys that I haven't updated. I haven't been feeling too well this weekend. I appreciate all of your reviews. Plz keep reviewing I really like to hear what you guys think of the story. This chapter is a long one but I managed to get it done, coughing and sneezing and all. Hope you enjoy.

A year had passed since Fitz's incident with Jake. Fitz's condition had improved greatly. His minor cuts and bruises had long since disappeared. His ribs had healed and his lungs were functioning perfectly. The only constant issues that remained of Fitz's injuries were his arm and his knee. Shortly after his release from the hospital the doctors had recommended that he used a wheel chair. Fitz did not want to be wheel chair bound and asked if he could use crutches. Unfortunately because of the severity of his knee fracture the doctors believed that putting weight onto the injury would only further the damage. So for eighteen weeks Fitz lived in a wheel chair. He would wake up in the morning and his personal nurse would help him get cleaned up and dressed. Then for the rest of the day he would wheel around the school campus until it was time for him to go to bed.

By the end of August 2008 Fitz could finally leave the wheel chair and move to crutches. This disappointed Fitz because after spending nearly four months on his ass he wanted to be able to move around on his own. What he didn't understand was that a broken knee cap was serious. The worst that could have happen to him was that he would never be able to properly move his leg and therefore kiss hockey goodbye. Luckily for Fitz that wasn't the case. The doctors told him that after a month with crutches Fitz could finally be able to move on his own.

But crutches weren't the end of Fitz's treatment. The doctors also told Fitz that he would have to go to physical therapy for several months to get his knee and his arm working properly again. So by January 2009 Fitz was going to physical therapy on a weekly basis, working hard to get his limbs back working again. He was also taking vitamins and nutrients that helped build up muscle and bone strength. By the end of February Fitz's arm was in mint condition. This is because his arm had already healed the year before. (It only takes a fractured forearm 10 weeks at most to heal. Since his injuries occurred in March 2008 his arm was healed by the beginning of May but since everyone was more concerned with the knee, the doctors gave little concern to his arm. Fitz however was determined to get better and worked with his arm daily to build its strength. That's why by February 2009 his arm functioning perfectly).

The knee however was a challenge. It pained Fitz to move his leg because his knee was so sore. But he was determined to get his life back on track and pushed himself through therapy. Physical therapy wasn't the only thing that Fitz was doing. He had applied for membership at a gym in downtown Minneapolis where he constantly worked out his arms and his legs. The gym also taught boxing and Fitz took advantage of this. He didn't participate in fights but he utilized the class to strengthen his limbs and learn how to fight big burly men. During a boxing class Fitz met Huck. Huck was going to a junior college in Minneapolis and was going to transfer to the University of Minnesota for the 2009-2010 school year to finish out the rest of his education. Huck was a very closed off person. The only thing that Fitz knew about Huck other than his education was that he was amazing at computers and that he was really good at fighting. Fitz and Huck bonded over fighting and became training partners with Huck assisting Fitz on fighting techniques and body strength. They would run together and practice sparring.

By September 2009, Fitz was back to normal. Well somewhat. Of course his limbs worked properly but his knee still caused him pain, but that wasn't nothing that a few pain killers couldn't fix. He was stronger but not as fast as he use to be. He was also a lot sexier. Due to his boxing lessons and work outs at the gym his arms and legs were toned, his stomach taut with 6-pack abs. His hair had grown so that now his curls touched the bottom of his neck and some of his curls curled over his forehead. He also had a light mustache and stubble beard. He was a walking beauty and everyone noticed him as he walked to Mariucci stadium to sign up to become a gopher once again.

Fitz missed playing hockey terribly. Because of his injuries he couldn't play during his sophomore year but now as a rehabilitated junior he was determined to get his position back on the team. During his rehabilitation Fitz would occasionally go down to the ice rink and practice alone. It was tough getting back into the swing of things but with hard work he was able to regain his shooting skills.

As he approaches the sign up booth, he notices Jake standing a few feet away chatting with other players. Instantly Fitz's temper rose. That little shit ruined his life and Fitz was going to make sure that Jake's senior year would be a living hell.

While Fitz was rehabilitating, Jake had become the hockey star of the school. He dominated the college league with his goal and point totals. The NHL was highly impressed with Jake and was considering signing him to a professional team as soon as he graduated. Jake was the hot shot, the hero, and the ultimate popular guy of the university and Fitz was fixed on taking that all away. He just didn't know how yet.

"Hey look who it is." Jake says as he and the other players approach Fitz.
"It's Fitzy boy."

"How's it going Jake?" Fitz asks uncaringly.

"O things are great man. The team is great. Life is great. Olivia's great too." Jake says tauntingly.

And as if on cue, Olivia walks into the stadium and hugs Jake not realizing that Fitz is standing directly in front of them.

"Hey babe." Jake says. "You remember Fitz don't you?" It is then that Olivia notices Fitz's presence and a huge pang of guilt floods through her.

"Yeah" Olivia says quietly. "Hi"

"Hey" Fitz says growing annoyed with the entire tirade.

Jake places him arm over Olivia's shoulders and starts to walk away but not before Jake turns around and says, "Glad to see you back on the team man. Break a leg this season", his voice joking but his eyes cold.

Fitz's still reeling from seeing Olivia, gets in his car and drives to the gym.

Olivia on the other hand was drowning in guilt. She hadn't talked to Fitz since their argument in his hospital room. Afterward she tried to confront Jake about Fitz's injuries but he only denied it by saying that "Bad things happen to good people". Olivia didn't fight him anymore about the situation and tried to forget about it but couldn't. She may not have shared the same classes with Fitz during her sophomore year but that didn't stop her from seeing him around campus rolling in his wheel chair. Every time she saw him in that wheel chair she was on the verge tears because she knew that her boyfriend was responsible for Fitz's pain. Or at least that's what she told herself because if she were truly honest, she would admit that if she had not told Jake about Fitz, Fitz would have never been injured. She knew that Fitz was still angry and had not forgiven her about the situation and that hurt her even more.

"So she's still fucking with him?" Huck asks as he holds the punching bag that Fitz is doing drills on.

"Yep"- Fitz says panting as he continues to punch the bag.

Fitz had eventually told Huck about his injuries, who caused it, and the drama that is Olivia Pope. Fitz felt that he could trust Huck and Huck seemed like a person that could keep a secret.

"But why?"-Huck asked, clearly confused by Olivia's actions.

"I don't know man. And honestly I don't care. My main goal this year is to play hockey."

"What about Jake? Don't you want to get some revenge for what he did to you?

Fitz stops punching the bag. "Of course I do man. I just don't know how I'm going to get it. He's protected by money."

"So are you. Look you can't let Jake get away with what he did." Huck replies.

"So what do you suggest I do then?"Fitz asks.

"First we need to cut off all his loyalties, starting with the three guys that beat you up. Since Jake is protected by money then he's also using it to buy friends and loyalties. We need to cut that tie with everyone Jake's associated with" Huck explains.

"But I don't even remember what those guys look like"- Fitz says.

"Don't worry I'll find them."-Huck says a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Sure enough just three weeks later Huck had located two of the men. Huck found the men easily. Mariucci has cameras on the outside of the stadium and in the parking lot to monitor the safety of its guest. Huck used those cameras to identify the men. Then he used a program known as God's eye (something he borrowed from another hacker friend) and used that to locate the men. The first man was Carlos Ponderosa a thirty-five year old man who was married with three little kids and worked at the oil rig. He seemed like a nice family man but he really wasn't. Huck had discovered that Carlos slept around with prostitutes and strippers. He even made a video of him and a friend naked as they took turns fucking a prostitute in a motel room. The other man was James Peter a thirty-two year old construction worker who had no kids and no wife. He did however run a drug dealing business selling just about every drug to anyone who wanted to buy it.

Once Huck had collected all the necessary information about Carlos, he told Fitz what he found.

"How did Jake get himself connected to a man like this?" Fitz ask as he look over the info that Huck found.

"Well both Jake and Carlos frequent the same strip clubs."-Huck says matter of factly.

"Do you think that Jake might be involved in sex scandals with Carlos too?" Fitz asks getting excited with the info he learned about Jake.

"No, actually I don't even know how Jake got Carlos to help him beat you up."

"Mmm. Well I guess it's time we found out. What about the other guys?" –Fitz.

"The cameras at Mariucci are crap. The computer could only identify one of the men."-Huck chimes.

"Well at least we know who one of the men are. Maybe we could use him to find the others."

"Cool but we got to be smart about this."-Huck says as he and Fitz plan how they are going to confront Carlos.

It was a chilly September night in Minneapolis. Fitz and Huck had decided to meet up at the gym before they went on their search for Carlos. They were both dressed in black hoodies, black pants, black sneakers and wore black mask. They got into Huck's truck and drove to several strip clubs in the city. It was eleven o' clock when they finally found the one where Carlos's car was parked. Huck had researched Carlos's license plate number and was able to identify it as they went on their search. Huck and Fitz waited for Carlos to leave the club to confront him but he didn't leave alone thus forcing Huck and Fitz to follow Carlos to a motel on the west side of the city. Carlos and the stripper who accompanied him exited his car and walked into a room. Because Huck didn't want Carlos to get suspicious of his truck, Huck stayed several meters behind Carlos. That placed Huck and Fitz at a disadvantage because neither of them was able to see which room he went in.

"I guess we will have to go room hopping until we find them" Fitz suggested.

First, Huck stole the master key that opens the door of every room of the motel from the manager's office. Then they went from room to room looking for Carlos. What they encountered inside some of those rooms had them feeling the most uncomfortable that they have ever felt in their entire lives. For instance they had barged into one room where a couple was going down on each other in a 69 position. They had walked into another room where a man was getting his dick sucked by one woman and his ass sucked on by another woman. The last room they went in was really insane. There was a woman lying down on the bed while one man pounded her pussy and another man was thrusting his dick into her mouth. But that wasn't all. On the other bed a man jagged off while another woman was fingering herself. Luckily no one noticed Fitz and Huck enter as they were too involved in their activities.

"What is this, the fuckers hotel?!" Fitz exclaims.

"Don't worry we only have one more room to check"- Huck assured him.

And sure enough they finally found Carlos who was in the room rapidly pounding the stripper from behind. The sound of skin slapping was so loud that neither he nor the stripper knew that Huck and Fitz had entered the room.

"Carlos!" Fitz yelled his face covered by the mask and the hoodie.

"And who the hell are you!?" Carlos yells, still inside the stripper.

"Let go of the woman." Fitz demands.

Carlos pushes the woman off of him and walks towards Fitz and Huck, completely naked.

"I don't know who you guys are but you better get out." –Carlos says.

"Or what? - Huck challenges him. But before Carlos could respond Fitz punches him hard in the eye. Carlos stumbles back stunned by the hit. He tries to regain his balance but Fitz is already punching him again, hitting him in the stomach and kicking him in the dick, which was still standing at attention.

Carlos screams out but Huck quickly comes around him and covers his mouth and arms with duct tape that he had hidden in his hoodie pocket. The woman is screaming while all of this happens until Huck grabs her and duct tapes her too.

"Now. You're going to answer a few questions for me Carlos. And if you don't, you get a punch to the eye" Fitz says menacingly. He takes the duct tape off of his mouth.

"I'm not telling you shit." Carlos says and Huck decks him in the eye.

"Do you work for Jake Ballard?"

"No". Huck hits him. "Yes".

"Did you beat up a college kid last year?"

"Who's asking?" Huck hits him again.

"DID YOU BEAT UP A COLLEGE KID LAST YEAR?"

"Yes. But Ballard made do it."

"Why"? There's a silence and Huck kicks him in the nuts again. Carlos screams his nose and lip bleeding; his face bruised.

"Why?!" Fitz asks again. Huck is about to hit Carlos when Carlos quickly replies

"Ok , ok. I used to see the kid hanging at the strip club I go to. Look I like to fuck prostitutes. I don't know how that little bastard found out but he did. He told me that he had photographic evidence and that he would tell the cops if I didn't help him. At first I didn't think he would do it but then I found out that his father ran the strip club. And from my experience, businessmen like that had connections in all places. Even the police department. I couldn't go back to jail. I was still on parole."

"So you helped beat up an innocent kid."

"Ballard told us that the kid was still alive so I didn't worry about it."

"Who is "us"?-Fitz asks.

"Ballard got two other guys to help him beat the kid."

"WHO WERE THEY?" Fitz asks yanking Carlos by the hair.

"I don't know! I think one of the guys' name was James uhh James something."

"I NEED A LAST NAME CARLOS" Fitz yells into his ear as he takes the knife he had in his pocket and holds it against his neck.

"I don't know the guys last name. All I know is that he had blond hair and a red Chevy Camero."

It was silent. Then Huck picked up his tape and walked with Fitz to the door.

"Wait! You're just going to leave me like this?"

"No." Fitz says as he takes out a burner phone (courtesy of Huck) and makes an emergency call to the police.

"They're not going to arrest me you stupid son of a bitch."

"Yes they will especially since the stripper is also a registered prostitute." Fitz says he walks over to the woman and takes the tape off her mouth. Then he and Huck head out of the motel, ready to find the blond haired man with the red camero.