Liv will you play with me?

Sure. What do you want to play?

Mario Kart!

Aren't you sick of that game yet? You've played it nonstop for three days.

But this is the last time I can ever play with you Liv.

Why?

Because grandpa Gerry wants me to ride horses with him and grandma.

Jerry...

Don't cry Livvie.

Jerry don't go.

I have to. It's time Liv. Take care of my dad. He needs you Liv.

But I didn't get to say goodbye. I miss you Jer.

I never left your side Liv... Over a cliff remember.

I love you Jer.

I love you too Liv.

I miss you Jer.

I'll always be here. Just look for me in your dreams.

Jerry!

Livvie

....

"Livvie wake up!"

Liv jerked out of her sleep once again. Fitz was kneeling beside her on the bed and his face was full of panic. He reached out and wiped away her tears, it was then she realized she had been crying.

"Wanna talk about it?" Fitz asked as he pulled Liv into his arms.

"It was just a dream." Liv replied as she laid back and tried to act as calmly as she could. No matter how hard she tried, Liv couldn't calm the trembling that had set in.

"Livvie, how often do you dream about Jerry?" Fitz asked seriously becoming more and more alarmed.

"A lot." Liv responded before laying down and trying to sleep. Fitz wanted to deal with this issue now before it became too late, but thought better of it. He'd deal with Liv in the morning. Fitz laid down and pressed his body as close to Liv's as he possibly could. He wrapped his arm around her tightly before he himself drifted off to sleep.

Preston sat back on his sofa and smiled. Not only would his pictures be a part of what he knew would be a record breaking magazine, he had also uncovered the biggest Scandal America had ever seen. Of course things didn't go the way he had hoped, after all Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was still the President, but it was good enough for now.

Preston picked up his remote and began flipping through numerous channels until he decided on Jimmy Kimmel. He sat back with his celebratory glass of boxed wine and mentally patted himself on the back.

Preston growled to himself as he heard footsteps coming towards him.

"Jessie, I'm still pissed at you. I can't believe you walking in on the POTUS and Pope making out and you didn't say anything to me. I see where your loyalties lie."

Preston turned around after he received no response.

"Hi Preston, I hear you've been a bad boy. We're going to have a little talk now."

Preston jumped up and tried to run, but bumped straight into Tom. He knew Tom was a member of the secret service, but he had no idea who the short Hispanic guy was.

"Who are you? What do you want? Take anything you see."

"Anything?" Huck asked as his mouth curved upwards into a horrifying grin.

"Yes! Take anything you want just please don't kill me!"

Huck walked closer to Preston until their lips were almost touching. He stared him straight in the eyes and the look was enough to tell Preston he had messed up royally.

"Good, because what I want is to feel the blood drain from your body."

Preston went to scream for help and felt a small pinch just between his shoulders. Then everything went black.

"Wake up wake up wake up you two beautifully gorgeous people you!"

Cyrus was in a wonderful mood this morning. A mood so great that he hadn't even noticed Liv and Fitz were in the throes of passion. The special edition Time magazine had been released this morning. The company had sent five copies over so Cyrus didn't have to go out and get one. Good thing because every single copy had flown off the shelves in less than ten minutes.

Needless to say, the editor did not allow the photo of Liv and Fitz kissing into any part of the magazine. The cover was just as it was supposed to be with Liv pulling Fitz towards the White House. The magazine had already broken records world wide for being not only the highest selling, but also the fastest selling magazine ever. It appeared that America did embrace the idea of Pope and the POTUS.

"Ummm, good morning Cyrus, what can we do for you?" Fitz asked as their bodies were still connected, and Fitz was covering Liv's body with his own.

"Nothing, nothing at all. In fact, why don't the two of you stay in bed all day. Celebrate! The nation loves you two! You beautiful administration saving angels! I knew this... Whatever this is had to have a silver lining and according to the polls, AND the fact that your edition of Time flew off of every shelf in less than five minutes! God you two are amazing! Carry on!" Cyrus shouted as he set down Liv and Fitz's copies of the magazine then skipped from the room.

Liv pushed Fitz off of her as her mood was now destroyed. Cyrus in a good mood or not, it was still the equivalent of having your father walk in on you. Fitz rolled over and sighed as he knew there was no way to get the mood back. He made a mental note to have a long talk with Cyrus the cock blocker once they had a minute alone. He picked up the copies of the magazine and handed Liv her copy.

Because they knew what the layout was, both of them opened immediately to the middle of the magazine. They knew they'd find the campaign section there. Liv smiled as she looked on at the picture of her and Fitz balancing on the scales. She thumbed through the pages, looking at the pictures first and froze. Taking up an entire page was a picture of Liv and Fitz playing soccer with Jerry.

Jerry...

Liv couldn't help but gasp as her eyes focused in on the picture. She began to caress the page as if Jerry could feel her embrace. Immediately the tears began to fall and Liv's chest began to heave violently.

"Livvie." Fitz said, almost in a whisper.

"I'm fine." Liv whimpered even as the tears threatened to fall even harder.

"Livvie, come here." Fitz demanded as he pulled Liv against his body and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "It's ok Livvie. Let it out."

As if on cue, Liv's tears poured out of her eyes. Her cries turned to full blown screams as she finally allowed herself a proper reaction for the young man she too had loved and lost. Fitz held on to Liv tightly and began to cry along with her. For three and a half months, Liv held this in. For three and a half months, Liv denied herself to properly mourn the loss of this boy. For three and a half months, Liv blamed herself for his death.

"I killed him Fitz! I killed Jer..." Liv's cries grew louder and Fitz wasn't sure how to react. He knew Liv wasn't responsible for Jerry's death, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was convincing Liv herself that she wasn't responsible.

"Liv, listen to me. You had NOTHING to do with this."

"Fitz, if I had just left before, when my name was leaked, he'd still be here."

"Olivia that's not true and somewhere deep down inside, you know it. I want to show you something. Get dressed."

Liv looked up at Fitz through swollen eyes, ready to protest. She thought better of it when she saw the loving look in Fitz's eyes. Liv nodded and headed towards the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Whatever Fitz had to show her better be worth it.

/

After two hours of her normal routine, Liv was dressed and ready to go. Fitz took her hand and placed a tender kiss on it before leading Liv out the door.

"Fitz, where are we going?" Liv asked as they stepped outside and she saw Marine One prepped foe take off. Fitz said nothing, but continued to lead her towards the chopper.

The ride seemed to have taken forever, but Marine One was beginning to touch down and Fitz still hadn't told her where they were going. They exited the chopper and entered the SUV that was waiting for them. The drive took a half hour but Fitz smiled as they arrived. The car pulled into a set of huge raw iron fences, and continued down a path.

Liv looked out of the window and immediately began to tense up as the car came to a halt. Fitz climbed out first and walked around to open Liv's door. She hesitates at first, but took Fitz's hand and allowed him to lead her down a row. They stopped halfway down the row, and turned. Liv gasped as she began to read what was in front of her.

Fitzgerald Thomas Grant IV
March 17, 1997 - November 3, 2013

Liv looked up at Fitz as she reached the epitaph. Her eyes began to burn as the tears once again began to fall.

"Fitz..."

"Those were the last words Gerry spoke. He was talking to me. Said that... That.. From the moment you uttered those words to him for the very first time on the trail, he repeated them to himself every morning before school. That is how he got through being the president's son. You meant the world to him Livvie. You know when he was twelve, he told me he was going to marry you one day. I was proud that my son had great taste in women, but I wasn't so happy that he had his eyes set on you."

Liv knelt down and traced over the words that would serve to be Jerry's final message to the world.

"Now Show Them Who You Are... Over A Cliff"

Liv hadn't known that she had made such an impact on the boy's life. Even as his life was slipping away, words Liv has spoken to him five years before, held so much meaning to him that they were the last words he uttered.

"What did Mellie say about this?" Liv asked ad she continued tracing every letter. She looked up as Fitz hadn't answered her and saw a smile creep up on his face.

"She's the one who chose it." Fitz replied.

"And she knew this quote was from me?" Liv asked somewhat surprised.

"And she knew this quote was from you."

In that moment Liv began to let go of the guilt she held over Jerry's death, and a new set of tears began. Tears of mourning, true mourning. Not as a woman responsible for a child's death, but as a woman who lost someone she loved very much. Fitz walked over to Liv and sat down next to her. He pulled her into his arms, and they sat there in silence, mourning together.

After a few hours, they made their way towards the ranch. Liv hadn't been to the ranch since Big Gerry passed away, but nothing had really changed except for the color of the flowers that were being planted this year.

Fitz took Liv's hand and led her upstairs. He walked down the hallway, bypassing what she knew to be "their" bedroom. He stopped at the end of the hall and placed his hand on the door knob. Fitz pulled away as if the knob had burned his hand, but quickly grabbed the knob again and swung the door open.

Fitz stepped out of the way and allowed Liv to enter first. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she took in the pictures that hung on the walls. Every single wall held pictures of Liv and Jerry during some point of the trails. There were band pictures and pictures of models gracing his wall just like any other teenage boy, but the amount of pictures of Liv and Jerry surpassed the others by far.

Over his bed there was a picture of them celebrating his birthday. Liv was standing on one side of Jerry and Karen was sitting on the other. All three of them were blowing out the candles. Liv guessed Fitz was taking the picture as he was the only one missing from it. Liv stared at the picture and allowed the memory to take over.

It was Jerry's 12th birthday and to him it started off as a complete disaster. Mellie had gone ahead to Texas early to prepare for their arrival. Jerry had been so depressed that she didn't at least wait until after his birthday to leave, but Mellie promised they'd celebrate when he arrived in Texas.

Liv's heart had been broken watching the little boy sulk because his parents were too busy to celebrate his birthday properly, so she decided to have a little party for him and Karen. She had run out and gotten party hats, streamers, noise makers, balloons, and a slew of presents. She had a chocolate cake with marshmallow icing delivered along with moose tracks ice cream.

Fitz found out about the impromptu celebration and canceled all of his speaking engagements for the rest of the evening. The four of them celebrated Jerry's birthday and Liv and Fitz got him just about everything he had asked for. It was the first glimpse of what life could be like for them as a family. Apparently that day was a very special day for Jerry and it was all because of Liv.

"You were by far his favorite person. He always asked about you. When he went away to boarding school, he would constantly as when he could see you again. When you left the White House in your official capacity, it was the day before Karen and Jerry came home for the weekend. When Jerry found out you had left he didn't speak to me for a week. When he did speak it was to ask if I had "gotten you back yet". When I said no, he'd tune me out all over again. When he was depressed, he'd play this..." Fitz pointed to Jerry's Game Cube which was sitting amongst his Playstation 4, his X box, and his blu-ray player. Liv walked over to it and saw Mario Kart in the system.

Liv smiled as she took a seat on Jerry's bed, and Fitz handed her a controller while he took the other. They sat there for hours playing a game that was originally meant for just her and Jerry.

"You know, he never did let anyone else play this game. The only reason I even know how to play is because we had to buy a separate copy for Karen. You are the only one that he ever allowed to join in."

Liv smiled as Fitz's words sank in, her eyes never left the screen. She continued playing the game, beating Fitz in every round. After a few hours Liv felt a lot lighter, and felt like she could eat. She knew that she was just entering the mourning process and she would have bad moments, but she was enjoying this wonderful moment now while she could.

It was well after midnight when Marine One touched down in DC. Because it was so late, Fitz didn't have much trouble convincing Liv to stay the night with him once again.

As they made their way into the residence, Fitz picked Liv up and carried her to the bedroom. He slowly undressed her, then helped her into one of his NAVY t-shirts before tucking her in. Fitz stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. He wrapped his arms around Liv's waist and pulled her close.

"Thank you." Liv mumbled as she felt sleep overcoming her body.

"You don't have to thank me Livvie. You deserve to mourn just like the rest of us. I'm sorry I didn't catch on sooner. I know it's just beginning for you, but I want you to know that I am here for you Livvie. We are in this together."

"We're in this, together."

"Now get some rest. It's been a very long day."

"Yeah, I never thought I'd go to California and back in a day. But it was worth it."

"I love you Livvie."

"I love you too Fitz."

Liv closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. For the first time in more than three months, Liv slept peacefully through the night.