Hey everyone. Sorry my updates have been lacking. Life has decided to start a softball game with me and I was losing for a while. As for this update, I got the idea from Da Princes and Me. I'm not a huge Grey's fan just yet, so if there any inconsistencies as to the shows plot, please know I tried and go easy on me in the reviews. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy the McDreamwich.

"Doctor Sheppard, please hold for the president..."

Derek sat on the line thinking to himself this call couldn't have come at a more inopportune time. He was after all at a wedding. But, if you are lucky enough to be pursued by the President of the United States, you hold for as long as it takes.

"Hello, Derek?"

"Fitz... Ummm I mean Mr. President, to what do I owe the honor of your call today sir."

"I need your help."

"My help sir?"

"Yes.. And please, cut the sir crap. We go way back."

"Well, whatever it is I'm here for you. I owe you everything."

"Not really but anyway, how soon can you be in DC? There is a case I need you to oversee."

"What's the case?"

"Gun shot wounds to the arm and abdomen. Possible head trauma as the patient suffered a slack crack to the base of the skull upon hitting the ground."

"Fitz, you do realize I'm a neurosurgeon don't you? I'm out of practice anything else."

"The patient pulled out of surgery just fine. The abdomen and the arm are no longer a concern. All that remains is..." Fitz allowed his words to trail as he couldn't bear the thought of Liv having any sort of head trauma.

"The head?" Derek filled in.

"The head."

Derek thought foe a moment and knew by the tone in Fitz's voice as he briefed him on the injuries that this person was important to him.

"Who is she?" Derek asked knowing his friend better than anything. There were only two reasons Fitz would be calling him to oversee a case. One is he was actually injured and in Seattle, and the other, he was in love. Fitz took a deep sigh before responding.

"She's the sun, the moon, the stars all in one. She's the air that I breathe, and my strength to fight another day." Fitz replied, surprising himself with such an admission. Derek didn't have to think anything over, he knew that if Fitz needed him, he'd go.

"Sure Fitz I'll help. Of course I'd have to talk to-"

"Dr. Hunt? Already handled. You didn't think he'd turn down the POTUS did you? I asked him to let me call you myself. I wanted you to come of your own free will."

"I'll be on the next flight out."

"Thanks Derek. Kiss Meredith and Bailey for me."

"You know about-"

"Bailey? Yes. I'm the President. What good would that be if I couldn't keep tabs on friends."

"Right... See you soon."

"Derek... Thank you." Fitz said and hung up before Derek had a chance to respond. Fitz notified the hospital staff of Dr. Sheppard's pending arrival, and was finally able to breathe. After a long day of wanting nothing more than sitting by Liv's side, he had finally finished all of his work and was now able to do so.

/XX/

"Man what is it with everyone sleeping around here? I thought you had a nation to run."

Fitz jerked up at voice, not realizing he had in fact fallen asleep at Liv's side. The past week him sleeping in a chair, slumped over her bedside had become somewhat of a habit.

"Derek, thank you for coming." Fitz said as he offered a weak smile and shook the man's hand.

"Anything for you my dear friend." Derek responded as he pulled Fitz into a hug. Honestly Fitz looked like he needed a hug, a shower, a shave, and a stiff scotch based on his disheveled appearance. In this moment he looked like anything but the leader of the free world.

"So, this is her? She's the one?" Derek asked looking over the woman in the bed. Many of the major tubing Derek assumed would be in place had been removed, with only an IV, breathing, and what he deduced was a feeding tube in place.

"Yes, she's the one."

Derek looked at the woman and gasped. She was gorgeous, even he could see that amidst the bruising he assumed was inflicted upon the fall and the heavy bandaging on her head. She was small, very petite and from what he could gather, far younger than Fitz's 47 years, but he wasn't one to judge; he was here to help a friend, a friend who was clearly in love.

"She's beautiful Fitz. Tell me, how long has she been in the coma?"

"Ten of the longest days of my life."

"Have you talked to her? Touched her?"

"I try, but whenever go reach my hand out for her I freeze. She's so fragile right now, and with the tubes..."

"She won't break you know... If you touch her I mean. It may help. If not her, then you. I can't guarantee it, but some people swear by it. A touch, a voice of the love of your life they say heals far greater than any medicine or treatment. I call it the Sleeping Beauty effect."

'Sleeping beauty' Fitz thought to himself and smiled at the thought. That is what she looked like laying there so tiny and defenseless. Liv looked like his sleeping beauty. He wondered if a kiss would wake her from her deep slumber. That's what Fitz referred to it as, a deep slumber. He couldn't bring himself to call it what it was; the love of his life was in a coma, and it was all because he didn't listen. She was like this because of him. The mere thought of it made Fitz feel as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest. His breathing became shallow, and he suddenly felt as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room. Derek laid his hand on his friend's shoulder and offered a weak smile.

"We'll get her fixed. Anyone who throws themself in front of two bullets for my friend is definitely alright with me. Let me see her records."

Fitz called for the doctor who was overseeing Liv's case. He got the two men acquainted and walked over to kiss Liv on the head.

"I have to go handle our Sally problem ok Liv? Now I want you to keep fighting and come back to me. Just do what you have to do to come back to me Livvie." Fitz said lowering his to hers. He whispered an I love you before kissing her gently on the lips. Even with the roughness of them in the present moment, it was still one of the sweetest kisses he had ever had. Fitz thanked Derek once again foe coming and alerted him that he was being set up at Blair House while he was here helping. Fitz wouldn't have it any other way.

Derek nodded, knowing better to fight with Fitz when his emotions were in control and thanked him. He watched as his friend walked towards the elevator and could almost see the dark cloud hanging over his head.

She was the one.

3 days later...

Fitz sat behind his desk on the oval holding his glass of scotch. He had fixed the glass almost an hour before, and had yet to take a sip. Fitz set the glass down knowing that no amount of alcohol could change the fact that his Livvie was lying helpless in a hospital bed. And to make matters worse, his Vice President was the reason behind it.

Sally...

Fitz felt his blood begin to boil when he thought of how Sally tried to do away with his life and almost cost him Liv. Liv wasn't out of the woods yet, but the moment Fitz found out Sally was behind everything, he vowed to make her pay. Now that Liv was affected he would make her suffer.

"Cyrus, I need you in my office."

Fitz stood and walked to the window and peered out at the rose garden as he waited for Cyrus to make his appearance. It didn't tame long seeing as how Cyrus was only 20 ft away.

"Yes sir?"

"Where are we on Sally?"

Cyrus froze for a minute weighing if he should tell Fitz exactly where Sally was. He worried Fitz would fight to have her moved. If only he was a cynic like the rest of them.

"Sir, Sally is being detained at the pentagon awaiting her transfer to Guantanamo. She is being held under the Patriot Act, sir..." Cyrus said, almost wincing in anticipation of Fitz's plea for a lighter charge.

"Very well, keep me posted Cyrus. I take it you are overseeing her treatment while she is being detained?" Fitz asked. His tone was icy, and the grin that overcame his face sent chills down Cyrus' spine. Never before had Cyrus feared Fitz. He noted to himself that Olivia Pope was definitely not one to be messed with.

"Yes sir, I... I am." Cyrus responded, his tone more questioning that anything.

"Good." Fitz replied, shocking them both. Fitz knew how ruthless Cyrus could be and the fact that he took joy in the fact that Cyrus was overseeing the treatment of his sworn enemy oddly comforted Fitz in some way. But it didn't change the fact that Liv hadn't woken up in thirteen days.

Thirteen days without seeing her smile or hearing her infection laugh. Thirteen days without caressing her soft akin and hearing her moan her approval. Thirteen days of not making love to her. Thirteen days they would never get back. Fitz felt the tears burning his eyes and jumped when he heard his phone ring. Cyrus was in the White House, Liv was... Sleeping, so who could be calling his phone.

"Hello?" Fitz asked, his voice warry of the unknown caller on the other line.

"Fitz, it's Derek. There's been a change."

The room began to spin, and Fitz plopped into his chair immediately fearing the worst. His lungs burned as they refused to take in oxygen. His heart felt as though someone was squeezing it with all their might. His stomach was so knotted up, he doubled over in pain. He had lost her, Fitz knew he had lost her.

"Fitz, are you there?"

"I'm here." Fitz said fighting the tears that were pooling in his eyes.

Just say it so I can get this over with!

"Fitz like I said, there's been a change."

There was a moment of silence then...

"Hi."

Fitz felt his world realign once again. His lungs were filling with oxygen again, but a little too quickly. His heart began to swell five times it's normal size. The knots in his stomach began to ease up, but the room was still spinning.

"Hi." Fitz cried out, no longer able to hold back tears. Thirteen days of living in hell no longer mattered because she came back to him. She was awake and suddenly Fitz became hyper even though his wave of exhaustion remained. There were so many conflicting things going on with his mind and his heart, he couldn't grasp it all. Then he heard it again.

"Hi."

Liv's voice danced through his head like a choir of Angels. Never before had he ever heard a sound so sweet as what he was experiencing.

"Hi." Fitz said again, mainly for his lack of a vocabulary at the present time.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too" Fitz choked out as his cries grew louder.

"Come see me?"

"Ok."

/XX/

Fitz ran through the halls of James Madison hospital but no matter how hard he pushed, his legs just weren't fast enough. In this moment light speed wouldn't have been fast enough to get him to her. Tom managed to keep up as Fitz finally slowed upon reaching Liv's room. He opened the door slowly and peeked his head in. The vision that laid before him was something he would never forget. Liv was speaking with Derek and turned as she heard the door open. The smile that graced her face wiped away the final fears he had in him. She was ok.

"Come here you." Liv said as she reached out her arms for Fitz. Fitz noticed that all tubing except for one lone IV had been removed. Fitz ran across the room, and Liv suddenly found her self being smothered with kisses from the love of her life.

"Whoa, whoa! Slow down lover boy." Derek joked as he noticed Liv wincing in pain. Fitz realized he was hurting her, and fell back apologetically.

Liv winked at Fitz and reached her hand out to him. He took it eagerly and began placing kisses on every inch of her hand and arm, straight up her neck, not stopping until he reached her ear.

"I love you so much. Don't you ever do that again."

"I love you too Fitz. So trust me when I say that as long as I'm your body guard, I can't stop. I won't."

"Well in that case, you're fired." Fitz said only half joking. Liv locked eyes with Fitz as they came to realize that she couldn't be his bodyguard anymore. She always worries about what would happen to her if he was hurt, but she never considered what would happen to him should she get hurt.

Fitz sat back as Derek asked Liv a slew of questions ranging from fruits to shapes to numbers as well as her birthdate, her address, phone number, and who the current president was. When she responded with "The only man to ever make one minute so sexy", Fitz knew she was ok.

Fitz watched as Derek continued asking Liv questions and he felt a little jealousy arise as he watched how Liv laughed and joked with him so freely. It was almost as if she was flirting with him. Sensing the tension filling the room, Derek looked at Fitz and noticed his clenched jaw.

"How about I give you two a minute? You did after all just wake up. I'm sure the president would like a moment alone with you." Derek offered and cut Fitz a glance reminding him that he was happily married to the love of his life.

Fitz thanked Derek as he watched the man leave the room, giving them their privacy.

"How are you?" Liv asked as she cupped Fitz's face in the palm of her hand.

"I've been better he said, burying his face further into her palm.

"You look like shit." Liv said letting out a tiny laugh. She couldn't believe how raw her throat was. She was guessing it was from the tube that was removed.

"Yea well when the love of your life is lying helpless in a hospital bed, adequate grooming isn't necessarily high on your priority list." Fitz offered as he removed Liv's blanket and lifted up her hospital gown.

"I have boo boos. Will you kiss it and make it better?" Liv asked, her voice sounding like a child's.

Fitz lowers his head and placed very light kisses on her bandage covering her gunshot wound, and the other from where her feeding tube had been inserted. He placed another on her arms, and one final one on her head.

"You forgot one." Liv said causing Fitz to look at her confused. Liv touched her lips and smiled. "You forgot here." She added. Fitz bent down and kissed Liv's lips lightly. They tasted like cherry. He should have known the lip gloss would be the first thing she'd go for.

"When can you take me home? I miss your hands and your mouth all over me." Liv admitted rather boldly.

"As soon as Mc Dreamy says it's ok." Fitz said, the jealously from earlier returning to his voice.

"Don't tell me your jealous. I mean I've only gotten a spongebath from the man."

"What!?" Fitz boomed, jumping up out of his seat.

"Honey relax, I was kidding. You're my Mc Dreamy. Although a Mc Dreamwich sounds pretty good right about now." Liv said falling into a fit of laughter. "You have nothing to worry about. He's hot, but you are way hotter." Liv added making sure to bite her bottom lip for emphasis.

"So you think I'm hot." Fitz asked as he reclaimed his seat.

"The hottest." Liv responded as she stroked Fitz's face.

"I'm going to find out when I can get you home."