A/N: First off, thank you for the reviews. I know most of you aren't happy with where I'm taking this, but I promise a happy ending. #TeamOlivia, right? Secondly, I'm sorry it has taken me a while to write this chapter, I've had too many personal things that have gone on. Anyway, on with the story.

Remember, I do not own Scandal or Ben Howard, just the dirty thoughts of different Fitzgeralds and Fitzwilliams.

"Thank you for the disgustingly unhealthy food you made me eat, Edison," Olivia smiled at Edison as they neared the door for her firm's building. As she got closer to the building, she raised her glasses, and squinted but welcomed the intruding light, her headache was no longer at the front of her mind, or head for that matter.

"Livia," Edison said, taking a step nearer to her. As a breeze flew between them, his scarf mixing with hers, before letting go.

"Edison." Olivia countered back, the smile still firmly on her face. A welcomed facial expression, after the distressed, depressed, and unimpressed looks she has been wearing for the past week and a half. She took another sip of her tea.

"We never did talk about the men with penises that have wives part of our phone call last night."

Olivia tries to interrupt him, but he grabs her hand, looking at their interlocking fingers, then back up to her eyes. "And don't you dare say that we're not going to talk about it, because we are. You made it public domain when you called me in the middle of the night and harassed me with different versions of my name."

Olivia glares at him, taking another sip of her tea, needing the seconds that it took to drink the tea to give her time to think of an answer to give him. She took a deep breath, squeezing his hand before letting it go. "Get me drunk another night, and I'll tell you all about it."

"If I agree to that, it may be another eight years before I get a story out of you."

"It may take that long for me to agree to tell you, if you made me tell you the story sober." She rebutted. "Besides, how my week is going, I might be getting drunk tonight."

Edison laughs, taking a step back from her, nodding his head. "Fine, but you have to call me next time you get drunk. Deal?"

"Deal." She presses the code for her building. Opening the door, she calls over her shoulder. "Goodbye Edison."

"Goodbye Olivia."

"Olivia...you have curly hair," Quinn says as Olivia walks into the office.

"Quinn, you're showing too much cleavage." Olivia retorts back, receiving a glare, followed by an apologetic smile from Quinn.

"I'm sorry, it's just you've always straightened your hair or curled just the end. I've never seen you with curly hair...it looks good." Quinn walks beside her to Liv's office.

"It's fine, just don't make stupid remarks, if you don't want a stupid remark back." They hear a laugh, then a throat clearing behind them. They turn around to see Huck holding a flash drive.

"What is it?"

Finally, the day was over. Olivia walked into her kitchen and looked at her wine collection. She had already drank her best bottle last night, and now all she had were choices that would make her father grimace. She knew she was relatively new to the wine game, but the cheap stuff was good on occasion. Not everyday, no, especially not for nights like last night, but they were good for a cheap buzz. A cheap form of forgetfulness.

As Olivia opened her California Oak, she looked down to her phone. She promised Edison that she would let him know, so he could come over. At lunch, it was nice to speak to him again. He wasn't expecting anything. He wasn't expecting them to get back together. He wasn't expecting the house and kids with her anymore. He was expecting to be in touch with his friend, his almost lover. Olivia appreciated that, especially when breakfast all they did was laugh and enjoy each other's company. Olivia needed that, maybe not the enjoying each other's company, but definitely the laughter.

Edison was a wonderful guy, Olivia knew that. She had experienced that greatness when he was self assured and not afraid that she was secretly dating the President of the United States. However, she didn't see herself making jam or having kids with him. Even if Fitz wasn't there, which he was, Olivia couldn't be unfair to Edison and say she wanted those things, when she really didn't. Not with him.

Olivia poured herself a bottle, and grabbed her phone, walking over to her couch. Dialing his number, she waited for him to answer.

"Was it that bad today? I thought my breakfast would have helped." His chuckle answered the phone.

"It wasn't bad, but I'm still dealing with residual stuff from the past few years. Plus a senator may be sending vulgar pictures to staff and other senate members of the opposite persuasion. So, of course, I have to fix that."

"Senator Marsell."

"What?" Olivia questioned.

"That's your senator, the vulgar one."

"I didn't say who it was." Olivia said, taking a sip of her wine, wondering how Edison knew her client.

"It's the worst kept secret in Washington. A group of senate members are trying to form an ethics committee on the matter. Anyway, be over in twenty?"

"Okay." She said, as she hung up the phone not waiting for him to reply back. She took a deep breath and rested against the back of the couch, drinking her wine slowly, enjoying the taste and not rushing to the point of no return.

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the wine and the sound of Washington traffic outside. Somehow, the ruckus outside quieted her nerves. The sounds slowly faded away.

She was taking another sip of her wine, as she heard a knock at her door. Olivia looked down at her clock, then at the door. She walked over as another knock was heard.

"Well that was quick," Olivia said opening the door.

"Hi."

I am going to try my damnedest to submit another chapter tomorrow. I promise, I'm trying.