Fitz followed Olivia home and made sure she got into the house okay before he left to go home himself. Cyrus had texted him to make sure that she was okay.

In the morning he had breakfast with Cyrus at the café across the street from school so they could discuss Liv.

"What do we do about her? She won't go to therapy," Fitz said.

"I can't make her go. She's Olivia Pope. She's going to do what she wants to do. There isn't really anything I or anyone else can do about it."

"Can't you threaten her with something?"

"You want me to threaten Olivia Pope? With what?" Cyrus laughed.

"I don't know. Make it mandatory for her to be in school or to be on the debate team. Something so she will get the help she needs."

"I would have my head on the chopping block and she'd never speak to me again. Olivia will deal with her issues in her own way in her own time. She always."

"Fine, we have to get to school now."

At lunch Liv had her usual time with Cyrus working on debates and arguing about her therapy issue.

"I don't need therapy, Cy. Therapy does nothing to help. It's all talk," she told him.

"Then talk to me about it. I can call James if you want and you can talk to him. He's more in touch with emotions anyway."

"I am a gladiator. Gladiators don't get to cry or suffer from their wounds. I've picked myself up off the ground a million times before and that's what I'm doing now. We don't get to have feelings."

"You took that to the extreme when I talked to you about gladiators. Liv, you can cry about it. I'll have James talk to you tonight. Chat with him, he always makes you feel better."

"I'm not talking about it, that's final. I have to get to Civics with the puppy. I'll see you later at debate, Cy."

Olivia went down to Fitz's classroom and walked in ten minutes early than class should start. The room was empty so she set up her books and notes ready to start, when Fitz came in.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Pope," Fitz said through a yawn.

"Afternoon, you know you wouldn't be so tired if you didn't come babysit me last night," she told him with her arms folded to show her seriousness.

"Is that so?" He watched her nod. "Well, then it's a good thing I have the earlier shift tonight."

Olivia's eyes went wide like a cat's when he told her. "You are not coming in tonight."

"Yes I am. I'll be there around 7 and the Cyrus will be there at 10:30."

"Neither of you are coming to babysit me tonight. I do not need your protection."

"Needed or not, we'll be there."

"Why do you care? I know why Cyrus is doing this, but you I think have an ulterior motive."

"Why do you say that? I care because you are my student in a dangerous position. Someone your age should not be working so late on the outskirts of town. It is not safe."

"I'm going to find out what your motive is. Then I'm going to tell Cyrus. No one does something out of pure kindness, there is always an ulterior motive."

"Cyrus has taught you well, I see. And you're right I do have a motive behind it."

"Good, tell me what it is and save me the time."

"But where's the fun in that? But I will tell you. It's to make sure that you are safe."

"That's your public reason not your motive. I will find out one way or another. You can't hide secrets from me. Dirty little secrets always come out. You and Cyrus are not to come within ten miles of the diner tonight. I can take care of myself."

"Liv, it's very simple for you to get us to stop going to the diner."

"You can't call me that."

"Why not? It's just a nickname."

"That only Cyrus can call me. You are my teacher. You can't call me that."

Fitz moved and got in her face, nearly close enough to kiss. "So if I wasn't your teacher, I could call you that?"

"No. You still wouldn't be able to call me that. How can I get the two of you to stop showing up at the diner?"

"All you have to do is go to therapy. Only a few sessions to make it better. Then we will stop showing up at the diner and being as you say 'babysitter'. It's rather simple."

"I refuse to sit on a couch and express my feelings about three men violating me in the most disgusting way possible. It will NOT happen."

"Fine, then I will see you tonight at 7. I think I'll try the fish tonight. Minus the spit you plan to put in it."

Class had started to fill as Fitz went back to his desk.

When school was over Olivia did her normal routine. Go for a swim, debate, home to get ready for the next day, then off to work. When she arrived Fitz was already at the counter.

"Enjoy your swim?"

"Yes, not as much as I'll enjoy you leaving though."

"Why don't you like me?"

"What makes you think I don't like you?"

"You want me gone all the time. You don't like anything about me, so why don't you like me?"

"You are full of yourself. You think everything can just be handed to you. Even Cyrus handed you a job. You didn't need to apply or anything. He had it in hand and gave it to you. You are sure that you are entitled to anything you want and think you deserve the moon. Sorry to tell you, the world doesn't work like that. You have to earn what you want."

"You obviously don't know me at all, Livie."