A/N: Hello everyone. :) Did you know we have 22 days left of non-scandalous days? Tomorrow it will be three weeks. How awesome? I may be counting down the minutes, seconds, milliseconds. Who needs a life when you have Scandal, Vance Joy, Ben Howard, and fanfiction? Anyway, ready for the corny? Me too.

Of course I don't own Scandal or Shondaland, nor the writers of the beautiful songs that I use as reference.

"So not only were you ignoring my phone calls, but on top of that you called Edison Davis, your ex-fiance and told him about...wait let me say this correctly," Fitz paused, slamming the door behind him, walking slowly back over to Olivia. The two of them sharing a staring battle. "A man who has a penis who fucks up the world and has a wife," he continues.

"Fitz," Olivia says, sitting on the arm of the couch, watching as he tries to control his temper, but the hurt and angered look on his face speaking more than any words he could spew at her now.

"No," he interrupts her as he stops in front of her. "It's my time to talk."

"Fitz," she repeats again, shocked by the way he is speaking to her.

"No. It's. My. Time. To. Talk," Fitz repeats, as he puts one hand on the couch arm, pressing his body against hers. Their breathing matching in speed and ferocity. The shared air charged and thick. They watch each other, knowing the other has plenty of words to say, but not knowing how they would play out. "You called Edison Davis."

"Yes, I called Edison Davis. Who cares who I..." Olivia starts, but is interrupted by Fitz placing his finger on her mouth to stop her talking. A part of Olivia is annoyed, and wanting to start a speech of how it's not his place to quiet her, while her body aches to suck on his finger. The places that Olivia's mind travels angers her more. How can she think of such things, when she wants to yell at him.

"I said it's my time to talk," Fitz says removing his finger, but not moving his body from hers. Needing the warmth of her skin to both ignite his soul and keep him grounded. His Olivia was everything to him, and he needed to show her that. He needed her to let him.

"You called Edison Davis, instead of talking to me."

Fitz feels Olivia's chest rise and fall along with his own, even when anger surged through the two of them, they still were in sync.

"You should have called me. Better yet, when I told you I was sorry, you shouldn't have told me that all you have left was your job. You should have called me, instead of planning our demise Olivia."

"My job is all I have left, Fitz."

"You have me."

"I don't have you. I never have had you. I never will." Olivia interrupted, watching Fitz take a step back. She straightens out her stance, shaking her head side to side to mask the guilt and hatred she feels towards herself, and the overwhelming sadness she feels when she thinks of Fitz and his wife.

"You have had me since the day we met, Olivia. I have belonged to you since the day we met." Fitz says, wondering where these words were coming from. How can the love of his life believe that he didn't belong to her, that he didn't breathe for her, that he didn't live for her? How could the love of his life question that he loved her, had loved her since the moment he laid eyes on her, would always love her?

"That's not true. I was just a side job." Olivia says, walking away from Fitz, towards the window where he was previously sitting. She looked down on the streets of Washington D.C. The cars driving past, the friends and couples walking down the sidewalk. Everything from her third floor apartment looked peaceful, while inside her apartment a war waged on. A war of love. A war of hurt. A war of two people needing to find their way to or away from each other.

"You were never a side job for me," Fitz said, walking over to her, standing directly behind her, his voice softening. Olivia could feel his breath on her neck. "I have never felt like I was cheating on Mellie. Since I met you, I have felt like I have cheated on you.."

Fitz feels Olivia tense up at the idea of him cheating on her with Mellie. "Whenever I see her in the White House, I know it should be you and I feel a tinge of guilt. Whenever we have to do a publicity stunt, and I have to hold her hand, I want it to be your hand I'm holding," Fitz whispers into her ear. "Whenever I have to breathe the same air as her, I ache for you. I ache to breathe in your air Olivia. You're the reason I'm alive. I breathe for you. I love you. I need you to know that."

Fitz doesn't touch Olivia, but his words touch her core. However, she has heard the words before. Maybe not in that order, and maybe not with the voice of a man who is begging for her, but she has heard these words before. He has promised sweet things to her. He has said sweet nothings in her ear, and she had once believed them, but how could she now, when she knew that they wouldn't have been together if Mellie hadn't...what had Mellie done exactly? "How does it matter?" She whispers.

"It matters because I need you to know how much I love you, how much I ache for you."

Olivia turns around quickly, and their bodies are pressed against each other. She looks up at his 6'2 frame. "I know that a part of you loves me, but where would we be if you hadn't been denied sex from your wife? Where would we be then?"

Fitz doesn't move, enraptured by her body against his again, the only thing that keeps him centered. He takes pause to think of her question, knowing that he may not have the answer that she needs, but he isn't going to lie to her either. He would never lie to her again, not since Vermont. "I don't know. I couldn't tell you. However, I can tell you one thing, I have loved you more than I have or will ever loved her. I believe that somehow and someway I would have found my way to you. " Fitz lifts his hand and runs his hand through her hair.

Olivia tilts her head, letting his hand cup her face, as she closes her eyes. She feels Fitz staring at her, but she can't open her eyes and look at him. She can't look at the way he looks at her. She can't believe the way that he looks at her, as if she is his only salvation. She won't believe the way his body gravitates her, no matter where they are. She won't believe that he needs her, just as much as she needs him, because if she did, she would have to tear down her walls and open herself to be hurt again. If she did that, she didn't know how much longer she would last, because she didn't have that many pieces left. Fitz had all of her, that no longer belonged to herself, because she gave them away to him every time she let herself believe.

"Look at me Olivia," Fitz interrupts her thoughts, but Olivia still wills herself from looking at him, before he begs her again. "Livvie, look at me."

She tightens her eyes, before taking a deep breath and looking at him, seeing his bright blue eyes staring back at her.

"I don't know how we would meet, but I know we would. I don't know who I am without you, and I don't believe that whatever higher power there is would have allowed me to live a life without meeting you. I'm just glad that we have met, that we've fallen in love with each other. I belong to you, Olivia, and you belong to me."

"Edison…" Olivia said into the phone, at the sound of him grunting into the phone.

"Olivia, what do you want?" Olivia could tell that he was angry. Honestly, when Fitz had slammed the door on him, she was waiting for their names to be the headline of the next news cycle, but after Fitz left, she searched the news stations, finding nothing. So instead, she called Edison, wondering what his next move would be.

"Edison, you can stop being an asshole."

"Excuse me?" She heard him ruffle papers, and hit them against the desk. Was he back at his place, or in his office on the hill, Olivia wondered.

"I called you to see if you were going to…"

Edison interrupts her, laughing sarcastically. "What? You expected your name to be on the next news cycle because your ex-fiance found out that he was right, that his then fiancé was screwing the president, like some paid whore?"

"No one said that I was screwing the president, and if I was, why would you think I would be his paid whore?"

"Don't treat me like a delusional child, Olivia. The President of the United States was in your apartment after 10:00pm on a Tuesday night, because he wanted to have a meeting with someone that used to be on his staff? Is that why he slammed the door on my face after I told him what you called him last night? Because, his ex-staffer had guy problems that didn't involve him?"

"He's a friend."

"More like…" Edison interrupts her again, but is interrupted by Olivia.

"More like what Edison? Go ahead, finish that sentence." Olivia had called for more than to be harassed by her ex-fiance.

"Goodbye Olivia." Before Olivia could say anything, the phone went dead. She threw her cellphone onto the couch, watching it bounce onto the floor, but no longer caring. What was she going to do? How could she stop whatever Edison was about to do? What was he going to do? For the second time that night, Olivia didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to fix.