We can't always get what we want.
Okay I realize this is crazy and maybe I am but I just couldn't get this off my head. I'm still using Charlie as Liv and Fitz's son from my other stories but this is a completely independent one. I do hope you enjoy.
A/N: so in order for this to work Charlie would have been conceived during a deleted scene of "Nobody likes babies" and not closetgate as I had previously stated. Anyways thanks for reading!
I just want to thank everyone for their support!
I don't own Scandal
Chapter 5:
Olivia and Cyrus were up for a staring competition. The rest of the people were quiet. They were afraid to breathe. "Liv. You know Iove you, I even love Fitz as much as I love you" Cyrus's words might mean nothing as he once again tried to break them up. To keep Charlie from having a father. "And it's because I love you both that I don't care if you despise me, but you and Fitz are done. History."
"Rowan came to see me" Olivia doesn't care anymore. She doesn't care about what people might or not know about her. She only worries about Huck. He doesn't know it was Rowan, her father who kept him in a whole and pulled him away from his family. But Cyrus knows the truth. He's the only one.
They begin this competition again. "Everyone, we need the room" she is looking at them again. She and Harrison seem to have an understanding. Tom seemed hesitant at first. He made a promise. He knows the price of what Olivia was asking for. He knew it.
"Are you sure?" Huck was uneasy. This was the same man who seemed to have a thight leash on Charlie. The killer of course. Liv had often joked with Huck about the meaning of her sons name. But then again, the truth behind her child's name was more significant than some name. She believed it. Charlie wasn't that mans real name and she comforted the feeling on knowing that her favorite author, Fitz's favorite one was the link for her child's name. Charles Dickens. A man whose stories they could oddly relate to, not a drop of political background and at the same, so much.
Quinn moved in to take the baby. She was unsure about Cyrus too.
"Leave the baby" Cyrus said calmly. They all left. Abby kept sending quizzical glances to her friend.
"Stephen Finch" Cyrus began. "You've known him you're whole life. He and I had a nice little chat a few hours ago"
"Cyrus, where are you going with this?" She was afraid to ask.
"I do hope you like Boston"
"Cyrus..."
"He said he'd help you settle in. He will rent the apartment upstairs from his to keep a close eye on you."
"Cyrus this is crazy" she is feeling trapped. She has her dear old dad breathing on her neck. Cyrus on the other.
"I would move you outside the country, but that's a bit more tricky." Cyrus knew this was a lie. If she stayed in national soil, he might protect her, although he is not sure if he can ever protect someone from Rowan, still he's paying up his end of the deal. To keep Olivia and Fitz apart.
That's all both parties wanted? wasn't it?
Olivia's hand was shaking as she tried to find a way to call Stephen and somehow apologize for being dragged into her father's sick game of chess.
"Liv?" Abby held Charlie, who somehow knew something was off. He was looking at her with those eyes and she felt sick. She saw him in her son, even at such a young age. "You haven't even held him today"
She didn't think about doing so. She was afraid to squeeze to hard, holding on to her son.
"Stephen didn't even think twice about agreeing on the plan" Olivia sighed as Abby sat next to her.
"Why would he?" Abby said.
"Because things were finally working for him" she is about to crack. "He and Georgia are happy"
"And he's happy he is there for you when you need him the most"
"I can't do this" Olivia stood up. Quinn, Harrison and Huck are on the other side of the door. Tom was distant.
"This is a good thing Olivia" Harrison knelt next to her now. "It's the best option as to keep you close to us. To keep Charlie close to people he knows"
"So he doesn't end up like I did?" She said bitterly. Harrison looked at Abby. "I need to see Fitz"
"Olivia" there's a warning tone. She doesn't give a crap about that. If she's going to leave all she is behind, she needs closure. Cy and her screw up father owe her that.
"I'll make it happen miss pope" Tom's voice. Olivia's Guardian angel.
"Thank you Tom"
"Hi"
"Hi" they were alone in her office. She couldn't go back to her apartment. Still Tom had given her something. "Cyrus called me"
"So he told you..." Olivia was startled. Cy wasn't pushing him away.
They were given closure.
"You're going to love Boston Liv" they were siting on the couch. Not touching each other or else, they wouldn't stop. "They have great schools, I would put all my money on our kid going to Harvard" her kid is in his fathers arms. He's staring at him with those matching eyes. His small body stretched across Fitz chest. Matching heartbeats.
"Ah right, Boston boy" Liv hasn't lost control. She can't afford to.
"He'll do fine " Fitz told her. "He's got my looks and your brain for sure."
"For sure" Charlie began crying.
"Well look at that" Fitz pressed him closer and shushed him. "I've got just the thing" he reached for his pocket. "I'm sure Teddy won't miss this, he has one just like it" its a stuffed monkey.
"Fitz" Olivia isn't sure why she is calling his name. Maybe she's afraid of forgetting how it feels as it comes out of her lips. Her baby is otherwise engaged in a banter with his father. Fitz is lifting him up. Somehow doing baby talk and she feels in the verge of tears. "Just something to remember me by"a
The baby is down for the night. Sound asleep in Fitz arms. He's afraid to let go. "I." He's kissing his baby's forehead. "Love you" His lips linger against his soft skin. "So much" his voice is broken. "Forever my sweet boy"
This is the last time. He promises he's going to fix it all. In the future when they meet again. He's Going to get his children and give Mellie a head start so she's well on her way drowning on her thirst for power.
No time to think. He's kissing her. His lips are hungrily, frantically searching for hers. This is a kiss full of love, passion and a promise. A promise. He made, to her, to their son.
Before they know it, all clothes are unaccounted for. This is the last one. And it has to live forever in heir minds, in their bodies, he has to have some kind of trademark to never forget she is the one claiming him. He claimed her as the woman who forever had stolen his soul.
He has to leave. He has to go back to whatever charade his life has become to be.
No sleep. As she hangs on to one of his shirts. One he seemed to be just wearing, she smells it as if she might die. They lay there. Their child in the middle. He wears a golden bracelet on his left hand. Fitz is playing with it.
"He's going to know how much you love him" Olivia said.
"I think he knows" she leaned in to kiss him.
"Still, I need him to know"
"Okay" he's staring at her. "Liv?"
"Thank you." He glanced confused. "Because even when the world is falling all around us, he's the one thing...he's my baby...our baby "
"I love you"
"I love you too"
There was nothing left to say.
"She should be landing in Boston soon sir" Tom said. Fitz had been staring at the window.
"Tom..."
"I'll take care of it Mr. President"
Oh man this was so heartbreaking to write! Next we'll see Cyrus and the team saying goodbye to Liv and Yay! Stephen!
Thank you so much for reading and all the great comments.