Decisions & Secrets Chapter 6: Fear and Confusion?, a scandal fanfic

Okay, first off READERSCONSCIOUS, who ever the hell you are. Where do you get off, telling me what Cyrus would and would not do? This is FANFICTION... People change characters all the time, this isn't Scandal! It's a Fanfic, based off of Scandal! Meaning, it's not going to be 100% the same as the show. I know the characters are OOC, I made them that way because I didn't want them to be too much like their roles in the show.

I wanted a slight difference, not so much where their barely recognizable but somewhat different. The show is continuously throwing Olivia and Fitz, challenge after challenge. I made this story in the way I wanted it to be! I know where I'm going with it and if you don't like it, too fucking bad! I'm sick of people pming me about how my story is a mockery of scandal, or how my writing is all over the place.

I do not care, this is my story. I know my grammar/writing may be a hot mess but as I stated before. My cousin was my inspiration for even putting my story on here, she would often proof read for me and voice her opinions but she's in a coma and isn't here to give me her two sense. So for you someone I know absolutely nothing about to attack my story, and furthermore me. When you know absolutely nothing about me, proves how horrible of a person you are.

And FYI, I'm not putting my stories on Haitius just because you don't like it. If you have a problem with my stories or my writing, or even my grammar. GTFO, you don't have to read it. You don't even have to like it...

I read tons of stories daily, and I've seen worser stories, that I don't agree with or even like but you don't see me insulting the authors or bullying anyone. I keep my thoughts and opinions to myself, and I move on to another story.

This just goes to show how immature, and disrespectful your person is...

And fact, I'm not making Mellie look like an Evil Bitch. Her character in the past few seasons, was always either 'the snake in the garden' or 'the thorn in your bosom'. She's always had that cold, yet calculated attitude towards things. And in my opinion I feel she was using her children and status to gain what she wanted.

Fact! She threw Fit'z and Olivia's affair in their faces any time she could, even though she slept with Andrew wllingly.

I love Mellie's character, and the way she carries herself but the fact that she's a threat to Olivia and Fitz makes me not like her.

I like her character, and now that she's realized just how undeniable the love and chemistry between Olivia and Fitz is. I accept her character.

Though I will be making future stories, and in my stories sometimes she'll be good, and sometimes she'll be bad. If you, or any of the other pmer's (pathetic people, who can't even voice their opinion publicly) have a problem too fucking bad, deal with it and leave my story.

Anyway! On with the Story!

"Wake the hell up!" That annoying voice barks, making Mellie frown. She's been in bed for a week now, her hair is dirty and matted, her clothes is mismatched and she is completely a hot mess. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Can you lower your voice? it's too early for this..." She grumbles, covering her head with the comforter.

"It's two in the afternoon, Millicent." He deadpans. "Get the hell up, take a shower and get dressed. You have instructions, and don't think she's forgotten about your mistake. Keaton, really Millicent?"

"You wanted a scapegoat, I gave you one." She snaps.

"Don't take that tone with me." He growls. "Now get up now! You have things to do, and you know not to test me. Now do I have to make you get up, myself or are you ready to be a big girl?"

Mellie storms into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Use a lot of soap, and by god. Shave, a woman should not be that hairy!" He cackles when she lets out an ear-splitting scream.

Olivia and Fitz have been going steady in their relationship. It's been a week since Big Jerry's funeral and she can't help but think he's burying his feelings over the whole situation. She knows he's hurting, anyone with a set of eyes can see that but she also knows he won't say anything. The night of the funeral, when they made love their was a vulnerability in Fitz.

Something she hadn't seen before, since she'd met him. He'd taken the ropes, and was the one with all of the control. Though Olivia had a say, he was the one who took the lead. It wasn't because she was at all the 'submissive housewife' who followed their husbands needs blindly because of love and a level of naiveness. It was because, she had no idea how a successful relationship worked. She had no clue what to do, because often times Fitz made her speechless.

She knew with every fiber of her being, if she wanted Fitz to talk to her; and speak about his feelings. She'd have to take the lead, and it frightened her because she didn't know how to handle being the one in control. Fitz was the level headed one, who had everything planned out; while she was the over-thinker. She always had to think about things, from every point of view forsaking the ones that mattered the most.

"One bowl of cut fruit and slightly burnt toast with butter." Fitz says, as he walks into the room with a tray of food and drinks. She smiles, slight at him. Her morning sickness wasn't light, but it wasn't heavy either. It was somewhere in the middle, some days she could handle smells and others she was bent over a toilet or trash can puking what she felt was her 'brains' out.

One thing she knew for sure, she and the baby was giving Fitz hope and that was something she was happy to provide him. She finished placing her clothes , shoes, accessories and products in her suitcase before zipping it. Just as she was about to lift it off the bed, Fitz set the tray down on the nightstand and took the suitcase from her tiny hands and placed it on the floor by the door.

He sat down, pulling her into his laps and grabbed the bowl of fruits.

"You do know, I'm not frail or weak right?" She playfully, raises a brow and smiles at him.

"I know, but I love taking care of you. Plus, we won't be together for two whole days..." He pouts, and she giggles. She pecks his lips lightly, as he places a strawberry to her lips and she bites into it. "I wish our lives, weren't so complicated."

She shakes her head, refusing to think of anyone but she and Fitz right now. She, Huck and Quinn discussed what they were going to do. She was sick of trailing Mellie, she wanted answers, needed them. She needed to set Fitz and his family free, of the tyrannic, toxic bitch that thought she could rule the world with a clad, iron fist. She was giving Huck and Quinn free reign to do as they pleased as long as their was no 'Whiskey' spilled.

"We're almost there, Fitz." She says, as he continues to feed her. She picks up a lice of kiwi and he proceeds to eat it, grinning as she frowns. He chuckles. "I'll see you Friday, and we'll spend the whole weekend together."

"I know." He mutters. "I just like the idea of waking up beside you every single morning."

"Me too." They finish eating, and share a cup of orange juice. Something about being in Fitz's arms makes her feel, as thought the whole world is a blur around her, them...

"Ugh." She groans. "Lydia's coming this year, and I honestly cannot wait for her 'holier than thou' act."

Fitz, didn't miss the sarcasm in her tone. He knew that she and her older sister didn't get along, he'd heard countless stories of She and Harrison messing with their older sister when she got into one of her moods. She'd even told him about her sister, and her parents reactions to her IVF treatments. Due to their opinions, of her being too young and having her whole life ahead of her; they didn't agree and they didn't waste any time in trying to lecture her.

She was downgraded to Harrison's level in the Pope household, they were the 'wrong doers' in their family's eyes and they'd be damned if they felt bad about their decisions. They were happy and that was all that mattered, to both she and Harrison. No one could take away their happiness, not even their obnoxious, ignorant, bible-thumping parents. Or their egotistical, 'hell-hath-no-fury', 'holier-than-thou' older sister.

After Fitz washed the dishes, he and Olivia settled for a movie marathon in bed. He didn't want to spend one moment away from Olivia, because he knew he was headed for hell when he went to the Grant's. His beloved wife was going to be there, and they'd have to pretend for his mother's sake they were the doting couple because their was going to be many people at the Grant's.

At least He would be able to leave after Thanksgiving Dinner, afterwards.

From the moment, Fitz walked into his childhood home. He was in a bad mood, Olivia wasn't with him to keep the thoughts away... The feeling of safety, passion, love and devotion was no longer with him and he felt out of place. Uncomfortable. That was the word that could explain his antics, he'd arrived before Mellie, thank the lord for that. His Older brother Patrick Christopher Grant, his wife Reagan and their two children, Matthew and Justin were already there.

His mother, Katherine had made the cook prepare a light brunch and had the housekeepers bring the food out to the Veranda where they all were seated. The children were in their own little world, playing on their tablets and his sister and his mother were chattering away. Meanwhile, his brother and he were having an on-going conversation about their plans for the day.

He and Patrick, and the kids were gong to go horseback riding, and then for a hike before dinner. He didn't get to see a lot of his brother, due to the fact he and his family lived in Texas where he owned a large Oil company. Patrick was always the stronger sibling, he didn't let anyone lead him or rein him in, not even Reagan. He knew what he wanted and he went for it, he never sacrificed his happiness and since Reagan and he were one in the same. They wanted the same thing, so it wasn't just his happiness, it was their happiness.

After their brunch, they made their way to the living room and put on a movie as his mother and sister went into the

He had a glass of scotch before he'd arrived, and now he was nursing his second glass. He had a high-tolerance so it wasn't a problem, plus he needed the strength if he was going to have to play the 'loving, doting' husband. He sighs, as his mother and sister went to the kitchen to help prepare tonight's dinner, because the cook's and housekeepers were busy getting everything ready for the Thanksgiving Party tomorrow.

They got the boys ready first, before they got ready and prepared the picnic basket. Just as they were getting ready to leave, the doorbell rang which had Patrick and Fitz looking at each other, they knew who it was because they could see through the translucent glass. Mellie had actually rung the doorbell, Patrick moved to open the door and greeted her giving her an awkward, one arm hug.

As she made her way inside. Fitz studied her, she looked like her usual self. Her face was in it's usual 'fake kindness' expression. The only difference he could spot was her eyes, the cold, and vindictive look wasn't there. There was a look on her face, one of confusion, hurt and fear? He wondered what she was up to, as she greeted the kids and moved to hug him.

He needed to call Olivia.

As he let Mellie know in a brush tone, what they were doing and left. They walked up the path to the stables, Patrick leading the way with the kids following behind him. Fitz told Patrick, he'd meet up with them as he walked down to the archway that led to the garden, there were tall bushels with roses, lilies, and sunflowers and wildflowers lining the archway like walls.

"How's it going, over there?" Olivia asked, she was thankful for his call. Things on her side, was horrible. Having The Pope's and the Wright's under one roof was never a good thing, every single year they did this. It wasn't even shocking anymore. No one even tried to hide their obvious disdain for each other, where one side was warming and greeting, the other side was high and mighty.

"Alright..." He took a seat on a bench, as he reached the garden. "You?"

"Crazy, Harrison and I escaped to the pool house." She replies. "What's wrong?"

"Mellie, she's acting different." He hears something, like movement. "She's not her usual self, I think something's up on her front."

"What do you mean?"

"She looked scared... and confused." He remembers the look in her eyes, you can't fake fear. Something was being set in motion and whatever it was, he knew that Mellie wasn't going to be excluded from the bunch.

"I'm gonna look into somethings. and Fitz..." She says. "Be careful, something's not right. Watch her."

"I will, I have to go to the stables. Patrick and I are going horseback riding, and then hiking with the kids." He explains.

"Have fun, be safe. I'll call you tonight?"

"Sure, love you." He needed to hear her say it, he craved it.

"I love you too." He can hear the smile in her voice. "Bye."

"Bye."

Olivia and Harrison, went back to the main house when it was time for dinner. They'd spent their time in the pool house, talking about Mellie. Olivia explained that she felt something was up, her gut was telling her something wasn't right and she, as well as her team knew to never bet against her gut.

Huck had called in a favor from some of his old contacts. Charlie, Sam and Hannah. They were watching over the Grant house from a far, they were in the neighbors house across the street. They were trained the same way he was, and knew what to do if things went up in flames. He made sure they knew, that no matter what Fitz was to be protected.

He and Quinn were waiting in Campbell Keaton's house, they had everything set up. They knew due to the bug they'd placed in his office, car and house that he was going to meet his wife at his parents the next day because he had to finish up some work. Little did he know, he was going to be a little late. As they waited in silence, they heard the tell tale sign of tires and an engine and the slam of a car door.

As the keys jiggled, the door unlocked and the lights came on. Huck sat, straighter. When the door closed and Keaton made his was past the living room, Huck decided to key the man in that he wasn't alone.

"Well, Hello there." Huck had a sadistic smile on his face as the man froze in his tracks and looked at his intruders.

"He's gonna run." Quinn says.

"He won't get far." Huck says, daring the man to move. He loved the fight, the resistance and the look of utter fear when his victims realized they wouldn't get away unless he wanted them to.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Keaton ran. Huck looked at Quinn and nodded, they got up in no rush to run after the man.

They heard the thud, they were expecting and made their way to the stairs, where the man had fell. Quinn bent down and sliced the thin wire with a knife as Huck dragged the body down the the basement, he set him down and set to work.

As they sat down for dinner, she chose to sit by Nana and Harrison. Nana was the only one, out of everyone that wouldn't take part of any arguments or petty jabs. She was the one who could reign everyone in, if-when needed. While the food was being set in front of them, Olivia gave Harrison a look. The look she'd always give him during the Holiday's. It was the 'Don't let them get to you' look.

In return, he took her hand and squeezed it. He knew the dinner was going to end in someone throwing something, and the men having to restrain someone. He just hoped Olivia wouldn't get stressed out, he knew something was going on with her. Ever since they'd spoken with the team members about what Fitz had told her, she'd been off. He could tell she was worried, but this was way beyond her usual professional 'Olivia Pope' emotions.

There was something going on between the two, and he knew it. He knew his younger twin, like the back of his hand. He wasn't sure at first, he had his suspicions but when Olivia hung up with Fitz and quickly called Huck to have him get someone on Grant. She'd confirmed he was right, in his assumptions that she had feelings for the married man.