*Hi everyone, so I didn't really get any feedback on the last chapter .I never really expected this story to be popular so it's okay. I'm not going to let that stop me from writing though. Hope you enjoy this update:)*

1 hour later:

After her fight with Fitz, Olivia decided to take a walk outside. She needed the fresh air to help clear her head. She walked down the street; soon she felt tears running down her face. She quickly wiped it away, she was Olivia Pope, she was a gladiator and gladiators don't cry. After an hour of walking around the building she reluctantly headed back to her room. She didn't want to go back, she didn't want to see him, but she didn't have a choice. She reentered the hotel and headed up to her room. She walked to her door and hoped to god that he wasn't there. She slowly began to open the door. She didn't see him, she felt a huge weight lifted off her chest. She could finally breathe again. She walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Black and blue bruises had started to form on her arms from where Fitz had hit her. She grabbed the huge bottle of Tylenol off the counter and opened it. It was empty. She couldn't believe that in the past 4 months she had used over 100 Tylenol. By now her arms hurt like crazy, but she would just have to deal with the pain. Right now she just had to cover her arms as to not raise suspicions. It was almost 100 degrees outside but she didn't have a choice. Lately she didn't feel like she had a choice in anything.

1 week later:

It was halfway through September and the campaign was in full swing. Every aide, every staffer, everyone was working 24/7 to get Fitz elected. Every day they were in a different state, shaking hands kissing babies, and earning votes. Even with the endorsement from Pastor Marvin Drake they were still a solid 8 points behind Reston. There was only a little over a month to turn things around but everyone was still hopeful about putting a Grant in the Whitehouse. Ever since the incident a week ago Olivia had been avoiding both Fitz and Billy. Fitz had tried to apologies for hurting her but she didn't want to hear it. He had hurt her and she wasn't ready to forgive him yet. She didn't have time to think about her love life though; she was too busy running the campaign. One of Fitz's biggest problems was the super conservative republican base who believed that Fitz was too liberal to properly represent their party. It had helped when they brought Sally Langston a hardcore conservative onto the ticket, but it didn't fix the problem entirely. Olivia knew without the full support of every republican in the country Fitz would lose. That's why she was going straight to the source the gun lobby. The gun lobby had over 3 million members; it was the pulse of the Republican Party. Olivia knew that, and she also knew that pictures of Fitz hunting would ignite the base. Hunting was something that was done by the rich and the poor, and it would help Fitz connect with everyday American's. That's why Olivia had arranged for the whole campaign to head down to Arkansas for the annual NRA hunt.

The bus pulled up in a large dirt parking lot near where the hunt began. Fitz was wearing a dark tee shirt a hunting jacket that was 3000 dollars and some weird hunting pants. Mellie was wearing the same kind of outfit, but to tell the truth so was everyone? Olivia (who had never heald a gun in her life) was wearing skinny jeans a grant for president shirt and 4 inch heels. She saw Billy walking towards he, he was wearing a blue and black checkered shirt, kakis and a vest.

"You going to hunt?" he asked

"God no! Squatting in weeds shooting at clay disks… No thank you!"

"If you're not going to hunt then why didn't you stay at the hotel?" he asked

"I'm taking pictures for the blog"

"What blog?"

"The Campaign blog"

"Since when do we have a blog?" he asked clearly confused

"Since like last year how did you not know about this? "

"I'm sorry I just didn't know"

"Dude I was kidding, nobody's ever used the blog but you know …. better late than never"

"Oh well if you need my help, I did take a bunch of photography at Andover so I am a bit of an expert"

"Good to know"

Suddenly Jim Danson a top gun lobby official who would be hunting alongside Fitz walked up to them

"Hope you're not planning on hunting in those honey" he said pointing at Olivia's heels

"No I'm just watching today"

"What's a democrat like you doing working for the Grant campaign?"

"I'm not a democrat…"

"You sure about that Honey? Because I've never met a republican that don't hunt"

"Well I grew up in D.C. so not much hunting there"

"Well why didn't you say so honey? You city folk don't know anything about country livin"

"Um… sorry?" Olivia said confused at what was going on

"What about you son? You gonna hunt?" he asked turning to Billy

"Oh I wish, but my brothers pushed me down the stairs a few years back and broke my shoulder. Doctor said that hunting could screw it up even more so … "

"Oh wow, I couldn't imagine a life without hunting; I probably would have killed my brother"

"Yea well there are four of them so can't really take them all"

"Wow 5 boys, wish that was me, I have 3 girls each one worse than the last "

"Oh um I'm sorry…?" Billy said not sure whether to be confused

"It's fine ... now I gotta go shoot me some duck" he said as he walked away

"Well that was weird, so did you actually break your arm or are you just lying about that like your lying about being a good Cristian" she teased

"You said you wouldn't say anything about that!"

No…. you said I wouldn't say anything about that"

"Liv…. Please"

"Fine I won't tell anyone …. For now" she said as she walked away

"Oh come on!" he said lightly jogging to catch up to her soon they joined the group. Olivia got a ton of great shots of Fitz hunting; she knew that these would really ignite the base. Soon she found herself standing next to Billy in a muddy swamp

"Oh god this is disgusting, I think I'm sinking" she complained

"It's not that bad"

"Were standing in a swamp, shooting helpless chickens and I'm pretty sure I'm sinking in quicksand"

"It's a marsh and Complain much?"

"I'm sorry I'm not a farm boy like you and OH GOD I'M ACTUALLY SINKING" she whined

"Hold on "he said as he grabbed her legs and picked her up. He was now holding her in his arms

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she asked as he started walking

"Taking you to dry land so that you don't die of a panic attack"

"Put me down now! "she said , trying to slap his arm

"You want me to put you down in the swamp?""I thought you said it was a marsh" she snapped he got back to the dry land and slowly lowered her , part of her wanted to be mad but she knew that he had meant well.

"I think the words you're looking for are thank you" he teased

"Thank you" she said as she smiled at him, she turned towards the marsh only to spot Fitz standing there, glaring at her. He looked like he wanted to kill something and it clearly wasn't birds…..

*Hey y'all hope that you like this. I know nothing about guns or gun lobby's or anything to tell you the truth I don't like guns at all, so I'm sorry if I got my gun facts wrong. Hope everyone had a great weekend :) please follow and review so I know I'm doing a good job*