It's weird because I've heard a lot of FanFiction writers say that they can't update because they're not getting any inspiration from Olitz on the show and it's making it harder to write on here, but I actually feel like when Olitz is doing poorly on the show, I'm more eager to write good things for them here to raise my spirits. *shrugs* I don't know, but here's chapter 7. This was a cute one to write. Enjoy!

Chapter 7: The Weekend Pt. 2

Olivia wakes up the following morning in a warm, comfortable bed and the sun shining on her face. She wonders where she is, throwing the sheets off and freaking out as she glances around the room and doesn't recognize it as her bedroom. But then the events of last night quickly come back to her and she figures that this room must belong to Fitz.

She slowly rises from the bed and takes in her disheveled appearance in his dresser's mirror. She pats down her hair to fix it up a little and then makes her way out of the bedroom to the living room where she and Fitz had sat the night before on the couch as he comforted her. She feels embarrassment come over her as she remembers how close they were and how much she allowed herself to be so open with him. She doesn't recall ever being that vulnerable with anyone and while she's almost certain that Fitz wouldn't use it against her, it scared her that she had let herself get so close to him, that she had let down her protective barrier that she had worked to build up to what she thought was the point of impenetrability for so many years. But he had broken it down in one night. He had made her comfortable with confessing not only what happened to her to him but her insecurities as well, she had allowed him to hold her as she cried, and she had allowed him to be there for her like no one else had in such a long time, so it felt strange to her but in a way she felt more free.

She stands around awkwardly in the living room, not knowing what to do or where to find him until she sees him stand up from behind the kitchen island and smile brightly at her. "Good morning, Liv."

She gives him a half smile and says coyly, "Good morning, Fitz."

"Did you sleep well?"

She nods. "Yeah." Her sleep had actually been remarkably comfortable.

"Good. I got up in the middle of the night to give you some more space because I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable when you woke. I was going to just take the couch but I completely forgot about that bag ice, which had melted all over the couch, so I slept on the floor and it was strangely comfortable—no back pains whatsoever."

She smiles. "Maybe you're not as much of an old man as I thought you were."

"Guess not."

"I'm sorry about the bag of ice, though."

"It's fine. It should dry out within the next few hours."

She agrees and then looks on the counter, seeing her phone and remembers that she forgot to tell her Dad that she wouldn't be coming home. She rushes to her phone but sees a text message from Abby saying: U better luv me 4ever 4 saving ur ass from ur dad. How'd things go with Edison? ;)

She had been trying desperately to block out her encounter with Edison, for as long as she could, but Abby's question brought it all back. She knew that she shouldn't have gone with him—something in her gut told her it was a bad idea but she had been naive in believing that something like that wouldn't transpire with Edison in his drunken state. Now that she thinks back on it, she remembers hearing about Edison's violent tendencies with both males and females but she had blinded herself from who he really was just for sexual pleasure, and now she was in a big mess with him.

"Liv?" Fitz walks over to her with a worried look at her saddened expression. "What is it?" He asks, though she's sure he has a pretty good idea.

She shakes her head and puts her phone in her pocket. She felt like he had already dealt with enough of her problems. "I'm going to take off. Thanks for everything," she says, barely looking at him.

"Wait, I wanted to make you breakfast. It won't take long. You can leave if you want after but you don't have to be in such a rush," he says with a reassuring smile as he takes her hands and guides her to a stool by the island.

She's about to refuse again but when she looks into his eyes all she sees is the utmost sincerity. She wonders if he's as lonely as she is. Or maybe he was still just trying to be nice because of what happened to her the day before. Whatever the reason, she decided she would stay. She wasn't looking forward to having her family badger her about her bruise anyways.

"Okay."

She watches him closely as he swiftly maneuvers around the kitchen, starting out calm and confident but quickly becoming flustered as his pancakes and eggs start to burn, not to mention the well past burnt bacon.

"You have cooked before, right?" She asks with a smirk.

"Yeah, of course, I have. Everything's under control," he says, rushing to take the bacon out of its pan and cursing when he accidentally burns himself.

Unable to watch this hopeless scene anymore, Olivia comes to his rescue, getting up from her stool and turning off the stove burners.

"Seriously, Liv, I've got this."

"Just let me help you," she insists, taking the spatula from him and slightly brushing her fingers across his hand, eliciting a noticeable reaction from both of them.

She turns away from him and clears her throat. "Um, do you have any more eggs?" she asks, scraping off the burnt remains in the pan and throwing them in the trash.

"Yeah," he says, taking the carton of eggs out of the fridge.

"Great. Trash that bacon and those pancakes—actually, trash everything. We're starting from the beginning."

"Oh, come on, Liv, it wasn't that bad."

"Yes, it was, Fitz," she says with a smile. "But I'm going to help you out so watch and learn."

She starts on the pancakes, using the leftover batter and when she finds some chocolate chips in the pantry she decides to add those to the mix. She uses the eggs to make two omelets with parsley, onions, and red bell peppers, and then fries the bacon just the right amount. When it's all done, she dishes out for both she and Fitz and they take their seats at the small dining table in the kitchen.

Olivia stares curiously at Fitz before she takes a bite, knowing that the food is good but eager to see his reaction. She watches as he swallows and then his mouth forms into a small "O". "This is amazing—like world-renowned French chef amazing."

She laughs. "Thank you very much."

"This is the best omelet I've ever tasted—though, I should make sure that my mother never hears me say that. She wouldn't take it well at all," he says with a chuckle. "And these pancakes. Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

She hesitates before admitting, "It's something me and my dad used to do together. He used to be a chef when he was younger and taught me and my brothers some things but I'm the only one who really took interest in it."

"Well, you're very talented at it. Have entered competitions or anything or is it just a hobby?"

"It's pretty much just a hobby but..."

"But what?" He probes.

She shrugs and looks away shyly. "I don't know, it's kind of stupid but since my dad introduced me to cooking, I've had this dream of opening my own world famous restaurant."

"Really? Well, tell me more about this fantastic dream," he says, crossing his arms over his chest after swallowing the last bite of his food and leaning back in his chair like he was ready for a long tale, smiling encouragingly at her.

She can't help but blush and giggle nervously with his beautiful smile and his intense blue eyes staring back at her. Why did it take just one look from him to affect her like this? "Um, okay, fine. I'll tell you but promise you won't laugh...I thought of this when I was little so it might sound a little ridiculous and it isn't quite exactly what I want to do," she says, even though she had been fantasizing about the concept about a week ago.

He chuckles but nods. "Okay, I promise."

"So, I had this idea, and I'm not sure if anyone's really done it yet since I don't doubt that anyone's thought of it though I haven't seen it anywhere, but I really like to cook many kinds of food, you know, from different cultures so I thought that it would be cool to have a restaurant that has different types of food—American, Mexican, Chinese, Caribbean, etc. I know it would be really complicated and sounds absurd but—"

"But why not? I think it's a great idea and very unique, even if it would be pretty difficult to pull off at first. I know you said that you thought of this idea when you were a kid but I have a feeling that you're still thinking about it now. If it's honestly what you want to do I think that you should go for it all the way and try to make your dreams a reality."

She nods, still not completely convinced but willing to consider his advice. "And what about you, Mr. Optimistic? What are your dreams and goals in life?"

"Oh, I'm already doing it—rolling in that dough and living it big as an English teacher. Nothing better than spending my days with literature books," he says, smirking and they both laugh.

"Did you really just use 'dough'?"

"Yes, Liv, I'm not as old as you think," he says, winking.

She shakes her head. "Seriously, Fitz, what do you want to do? What would make you happy in life?"

He stares at her for a while, giving her a look that she can't quite read and she sees some redness in his cheeks redden as he says, "Well, I've always had a vast interest in politics. I don't know if I'd go for President of the United States but I want to do something to contribute to the nation and help get rid of corruption in Washington. I don't exactly how I want to go about it, but I was thinking about going back to school to earn a degree in political science. Maybe when I'm done with teaching."

She smiles warmly at him. "Wow, I never would've guessed that you were into politics, but I can totally see you becoming a politician. You just have a certain charm about you." That, and he'd be the sexiest politician alive.

He chuckles. "Thanks. I also want to write a few novels. Maybe I could use that charm to write a romance."

"Oh, look at you, Romeo," she says with a cat-call.

He laughs but she notices him flush even more as he asks, "Do you ever stop coming up with new nicknames for me?"

"I guess not. It seems to be another gift of mine."

"Olivia Pope, the gift that keeps on giving."

They exchange grins and get up to take their empty plates to the kitchen and clean up. Olivia knew that she had said she would leave after breakfast but she had only said that out of politeness and convenience for Fitz. She wished she could spend the rest of the day with him. He was unlike any friend she had ever had. He was not only fun and had a good sense of humor but he listened to her and got her on a level that no one else did, not even Simon or Abby. Simon listened to her but sometimes she felt like he was too quick to judge or be skeptical, almost like their Dad. And while Abby got her in a sense, she only listened when it came to boys, parties, bad grades or some argument with her parents and she didn't feel like Abby really knew the real Olivia Pope. While she was still somewhat holding back with Fitz, she felt like she could be as close to the true her as possible around him. They could have fun and laugh and still carry on an intelligent conversation. She got the best of both worlds with him.

"So, what are you going to do today?" She asks, not quite making eye contact as they finish up in the kitchen.

He shrugs. "Maybe watch some TV, grade some schoolwork, do some reading, maybe hang out at the park or something..." he glances over at her cautiously. "How about you?"

She shrugs as well. "Go home, take a shower and change, leave as soon as possible to get away from my brothers...maybe hang out at the park or something," she jokes, parroting his last phrase.

He smiles and pauses a little before asking, "Well, would you like to hang at the park or something together?"

She grins at him. "I suppose we could."

While he had thoroughly enjoyed the last few hours with Olivia, Fitz had been thinking in the back of his mind about how to approach her about the Edison issue. He understood that she was scared and didn't want a ton of attention being drawn to her but he thought that seeing him pay for what he did would give her some kind of closure. Maybe he was more eager to see Edison branded than she was and he was pushing this too much. Should he really just let it go and let her handle it the way she wanted? That would be difficult, considering the pompous asshole was in one of his English classes and it would take everything in Fitz not to punch him out every time he saw him, especially when he kept interrupting his class to say some ignorant comment like usual. Fitz thought of gradually tanking his grade—it wouldn't be too difficult since he was already doing pretty bad and it had only been a week, but Fitz knew that wouldn't work the way he wanted it to. He had to hit him where it hurt and Fitz knew that Edison didn't care about his grades, he cared about football and even if he tanked his grade to get him out of football, his coach and parents would likely find a way to keep their star player on the team. Fitz needed something more indisputable, something more serious than bad grades, but since Olivia wouldn't budge, he would have to keep looking for another way to nail this son of a bitch. There was a high possibility that this wasn't the first time Edison had tried this and/or unfortunately succeeded with another girl. Someone had to know something.

For today, though, he just wanted to focus on him and Olivia and giving her a nice, fun day that would keep her spirits up so that's what he would do. He takes a shower and dresses in something simple and comfortable, perfect for the park. She's back at his house in an impressive thirty minutes but he can see that she's a little flustered. Hopefully her family hadn't given her too much trouble about the bruise. They got into his car and were on their way to one of Fitz's favorite parks about twenty miles away from town and away from any of the people they knew, but when they're about halfway there, Olivia decided she wanted to skip the park and see a movie instead. She said she'd been dying to see The Maze Runner so around noon they ordered two tickets and went. They got out of the movie theater two hours later and after grabbing some smoothies, she decided that she wanted to go laser tagging. He agreed, thinking it would be fun and a nice way for them to do something active for the day. Besides, he knew that she was still conscious about her face, which is why she had been picking darkness-related activities so laser tag was perfect. The game had started out nice and he had let her win at first but as she continued to taunt him, his pride got the best of him and the game turned intensely competitive. In the end, however, they both lost to some annoying ten year old kid who had been giving them trouble throughout the game, which they both found comical.

Thoroughly exhausted, they decided to head back to his place around 5pm to just hang out and make a light dinner. Although, Fitz had enjoyed the entire day with her, his favorite part had been watching her as they drove down the highway when they rolled the windows down in his car and she sang, no screamed, "Don't Stop Believin'" at the top of her lungs. He had eventually joined in with her but for a while he had just enjoyed taking in her happy, glowing appearance. Her gorgeous, wide smile—her sweet laugh—those soft, full lips—her freshly-melted chocolate eyes—her luscious hair as it whipped around her face and the cute scrunched up expression she made when it started to annoy her. She didn't know just how beautiful she was. Even with a bruised cheek, to him she was flawless.

"I reckon someone had a bit of fun today," Fitz says, handing her her plate with her sandwich as he sits down on the couch next to her with his plate.

"Thanks. And yes, I did. What about you?" She says, beaming up at him.

"One of the funnest. You play a very mean game of laser tag, though, I have to say that I probably would've won if it weren't for that kid."

"Please, I was owning you in the end. That kid actually did you a favor because I would've decimated your ass," she exclaims with a triumphant smile.

"Is that right? Well, how would you feel if you knew that in the fifteen games of laser tag that I've played, not including this one, I've won ten times?"

She rolls her eyes. "Whatever, geek. Just eat your sandwich."

After they finish eating and a little more conversation, Olivia sees Fitz's Dracula book on the coffee table and flips through it. She asks Fitz to read some of it to her and when he asks her why, she tells him that she wants to see what she's missing out on when in reality she just wants to relax to the sound of his voice. She starts off sitting upright, about a foot away from him but as she starts to feel more tired, she inches closer to him before she just says to hell with it and finally leans into him. He pauses briefly in his reading once she does this but continues, putting his arm around her. She lays her head on his shoulder and slightly on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and the vibrations going through his body from his soothing, baritone voice, tempting her with sleep. She closes her eyes, breathing in his wonderful scent and feeling absolutely happy and safe in his arms.

She wakes up when she feels him sit her up and ask something she can't register in her sleepy haze. "What?"

"I said, I knew that you thought the story was boring but I didn't think you'd fall asleep."

"It wasn't the story, it was your voice."

He raises his eyebrows. "My voice bored you to sleep. Damn, Liv, you have no chill."

She smiles. "No, I meant it in a good way. Like you have a really soothing and angelic voice."

"Angelic, huh?" He asks, with a look that tells her that he's enjoying this way too much.

"Ugh, shut up," she says, getting up and knowing that their day is officially over. She looks over at the clock on the mantle and sees that it's about 9 o' clock. Her brothers would for sure still be up but she remembered her Dad saying something about date night with Becca so hopefully they would still be out by time she got home. They hadn't been home when she had gone to take a shower and change earlier but her brothers were and they had given her hell for the bruise like she had expected, but she thinks she has a pretty good chance of just surpassing everyone and going straight to bed if her Dad and Becca aren't there.

"Ready to go?" Fitz asks, grabbing his keys.

She nods reluctantly and they head out. Within two minutes they're at her house and as usually, Fitz gets out of the car to open her door. Such a gentleman. He gently takes her hand, guiding her out of the car and walks her closer to the house. He stops at the neighbor's driveway and faces her, tilting her bruised cheek towards him, saying, "You can start applying heat and the cut will probably be healed by Monday so you can take the band-aid off then."

She nods, looking away from him, knowing what he's about to bring up.

"I know that you don't want anyone to know about this and I will honor your wishes and not tell anyone but I think you should at least consider coming out with it—the sooner the better. And I hate to say it but the bruise is probably the prime piece of evidence in nailing him for what he did and it won't last forever." They could take a picture but she knew that he wouldn't mention that. He was already uncomfortable enough with just bringing this up again.

"Yeah, I know," she says quietly. "And I'll think about it some more," she adds truthfully. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad, especially if she had Fitz with her every step of the way. "Thanks for today."

He smiles. "No problem. I had a lot of fun, too."

They exchange a hug and when they pull apart, he lays a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, Olivia."

"Goodnight, Fitz."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I thought it'd be nice for Liv to get her mind off of things a little but hopefully she'll deal with things the right way soon. How do you think Fitz will help her and deal with Edison? If Liv doesn't tell everyone how she really got the bruise, do you think people will believe a made up story? Will her family accept a made up story? Do you like the way Olitz's relationship is going as of now? Other thoughts? Thanks for reading!