Disclaimer, nothing you recognize from Scandal belongs to me, and no money will be made from this.
First Lady Lestat - I hear you and you are right, I know this and there is already someone willing to do the job, but she is also very busy. For me it is nearly impossible to read something that I wrote without changing it completely does not help this. So I decided maybe we need somebody else on board? See comment below :-D
TJam - NEVER! But I have a really busy schedule and to write I have to be in a special relaxed mood and those moments are rare - but here you go. More to come hopefully much fast this thime!
chocolate1 - Well if somebody left me the way Olivia left Fitz on the show I am not sure if I would ever speak to that person again, even if the heartbreak would kill me my pride would kick in. We have to wait for the next season to see how they handle that on the show. Also how they handle the fact that there is now a video of the President kissing a woman who is not his wife in the Oval office….
UBOnline - Thanks, but I know my dilutes very well. Writing and reading helps me to improve it. Not sure how much the kid knows, you never know how much kids pick up that adults think they hide perfectly well, right?
ee123 - Well you never sais whose baby, so a baby you shall get, hehe
Dragon77 - It is a strong one, so much I can promise you and why it is so strong will be a part of this story.
Slone'sTravelDreamer - At the moment we are still a bit on cute plot, but it is also a drama. But cute moments will survive!
limepalmtree - He is a funny boy, he has a many tricks up in his sleeve, like his father.
Neoyorquina - Ah somebody noticed the initials, I needed to find something nobody would suspect if they get the hand on that phone and a number seemed to impersonal. So I used something related to the show ;). Not sure if the kids are needed on the show, at some point for sure, but the characters are so complex bringing in more would be really confusing.
nspiredtoRead - Not much longer now, he will for sure have an interesting night.
babycakesbriauna - Yep, he is and he will be even more in the future. I think the kids are older on the show. Kids are all the same not matter rich or poor.
AD - Hi girl, miss you and your stories. I started to rewrite the TGW story. How about a beta job? I would love to work with you on that ;)
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Love Is A Shield
- Part 5 -
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This was going to be a long night, Abraham was sure about that. He still had no idea why they wanted him to stick around, he just hoped he would not get into any trouble for bringing the boy here. The father seemed to be one of those rich guys, he had seen s his fair share of those people, most of them he did not like. This one seemed at least to care about his son, he would make time to pick him up, most would simply send a nanny to pick him up.
He looked around, this environment still did not struck him as a firm with high profile clients, but maybe that was the goal.
He let his gaze wander back to the woman and the now sleeping child. Observing the scene he was again reassured that he had made the right decision, he was not afraid of some rich people he would stand his ground and defend himself.
Olivia felt the old man watching her, he did not know any of them and she could see the telltale signs of worry. They all around here where used to strange, but for an complete outsider it must be scary at the brink of crazy. If they only knew how right they where and that all of them where well past that brink, she had to suppress the humorless chuckle in order not to wake Jerry who was out cold.
"You for sure have somebody waiting for you?" Olivia addressed him just loud enough to get his attention but not to wake Jerry. She could see his eyes focusing on her not just looking in her direction with a thoughtful expression on his eyes. For a split second a suspicious shadow glided over his face before relaxing in a smile.
"Yes, this would be my wife, she always worries to much." His smile deepened while talking about his beloved Belinda as always when talking or even thinking about her. To talk about her also always calmed him, it gave him more confidence than he cared to admit, she was his rock and he thanked God for every minute he was allowed to spend with her.
Seeing the look on his face Olivia was reminded of her parents, it was the same look her father have had when speaking of her mother. At times like these she missed them the most. Loosing both parents at the same time had been such shock, somehow she had always thought of them as immortal in some ways. Not even Cyrus knew that leaving her job and working on the Grant campaign had at first just served the purpose of a scenery change, to be able to bury yourself in work and not to think about the pain inside. Thinking about her parents also reminded her that the call to her Grandmother was long overdue. He avoided those calls lately cause she could hear the way her Grandmother was talking to her that she knew something was bothering her, but she did not ask and so she did not tell. It made her feel guilty and she suddenly wished that she was here right now.
"Call her, tell her where you are." She made a slight pause, "Tell her also that you helped a child who was in great need of help tonight and that it may take some time cause the father will come and pick him up and would like to thank you personally."
No matter on which terms she and Fitz had parted, she was sure he would be upset if he would have not a chance to first hand thank the man who helped his son. He always had a good connection with people. Sometimes meeting up whit them would may help to get him see things more her way. America was build on people like Abraham, good people, hard working and honest ones.
They where their foundation, what happened here happened all over the country countless times every day, people helping others without thinking twice about it and this is what was needed to be encouraged, helping first and than thinking about possible law suits.
When Abraham got up taking out his phone he made a small gesture towards Olivia that he would make his call outside not to disturb the sleeping child she nodded in acceptance.
Huck signaled with his head that he would leave as well preparing himself to come face to face with the secret service and their to him annoying behavior. He always told himself they did not know him, they had no reason to trust anybody, but sometimes to much was to much. What right had they to question their security or their loyalty when at the same time they badly failed to protect a child under their direct care. He would protect Olivia with his life, cause he owed her his life without her he would be dead by know if not his body but his mind would for have given up to reality and in the best scenario he would be strapped to bed 24/7 in a colorless room, drugged just a breathing shell. He shuddered at this thought.
Olivia had been his lifeline, his way back, but the President had bin his first real task. He remembered meeting him for the first time, sure he had not been President at that time, but he remembered the moment when he stepped into the room, behind Olivia. When he recalled this moment he could still feel the eyes of all those people on him, and see the disgust in most of them.
He had collected all the data Olivia needed and had the pictures with him. He saw the intended new President and his wife than for the first time, not the images he had seen on a computer screen the frozen split seconds on photo. The real breathing people and he was good at reading people. Reading people to see how they will react flight or fight that had been the key for his survival for a long time. Mrs. Grant reminded him of Miss Field one of his teachers in First Grade. She even looked a bit like her, mostly she had the same predatory smile and appraising look, one that made clear he failed her standard. Normally he would have turned on his heel and had left without a second thought, but than there had been his lifeline smiling guiding him past this woman to take a seat pointing at the pizza boxes with a twinkle in her eyes. 'Double cheese' she silently told him and added a conspiring wink. He was fully aware about the Governor in the back watching every move, he had placed him in a tactile position, he could observe the whole room from this point without being noticed at first when you entered.
Sitting in a room all decorated in red blue and white, with flags in every corner, young busy enthusiastic volunteers buzzing around like a swarm of honeybees on speed, reminded him more of a high school reunion than a campaign for the highest administration in this country.
Sitting on that red couch munching happily on a slice of pizza he could hear them talking while he took in all the details of his surroundings in.
'This is the man who's going to save my campaign?'
It had been a question yes, but not so much, there was a small note of surprise but more curiosity. It had been that curiosity which won him over in the first place, willing to take an unusual route to finish a race. He also seemed to able to look behind a façade, just the way somebody looked did not cloud his judgment, he was able to trust people who had the trust of the ones close to him. At that moment he was not sure if he was a genius for doing so or simply stupid. Later he found whom he trusted and that he made those choices carefully.
He remembered that he had wondered in that first minutes there why he was together with his wife in the first place, maybe now was the time to look a bit closer into the private life of their current President. Something about the picture in the other room was not right and there was for sure a longer story behind this and he needed to be prepared for the things that would for sure come.
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Fitzgerald sat motionless in his seat, contemplating about the last minutes in his head also replaying the whole evening. He could feel his anger and frustration boiling. Looking at the cell in his hand he hit a speed dial.
With every unanswered ring his impatience grew, he was ready to explode when he finally heard a 'Yes' from the other side.
How much annoyance can one put in three letters? This was for sure a new level.
"Put my son on the phone." after there the only answer he got was silence he could not contain his anger any longer "NOW!"
TBC
Okay, not as long as I hoped for, but I did not want to make you wait any longer, when the post is out, I will start to write more because I have some time today.
Speaking of time, as I said in the intro I know there are some spelling and others errors. I have kind soul who offered to check things out and proof read, but she is as busy as I am at the moment, so if anybody has some free time at their hands, I would be more than happy to have this story done more properly! Please PM me!