Hi there gladiators… taking some time to update and working on another story to be posted later. When I used to write Friends fan fiction, I had a nasty habit of starting a new story and then never finishing. I am trying to not do that again…..so bear with me, but this upcoming story is kind of a period piece… think Mad Men combined with Apollo 13…its Fitz and Livvy in the sixties… and Fitz is an astronaut. Best of luck to Kerry for her Emmy nom we are so pulling for you….and the big news of the week was a tweet I received during The Divide from our POTUS… and now
It was a typical day for the doctors at Grey Sloane. Alex Karev , and April Kepner were chatting over the first food they could get their hands on in about ten hours. After the deluge , they were now standing down and awaiting the next trauma.
"It's so quiet" noticed April as she held the cold pizza in her hand.
"Eh quiet is never good." Stated Alex as he yawned and stroked his chin revealing the stubble from his 48 hour shift. "Quiet means trouble."
Owen had just taken the call . He had been informed from Seattle –office that the President was en route and this was the hospital he was to be brought to be treated. He had been told that the President had received a head injury that prompted a brain bleed. He cursed the fact that Derek was still in Washington . He needed his top flight neurologist now.
"Okay, all hands on deck. We are receiving a VIP patient. " Owen said as he ran through the halls. His trauma gown flew up as he rushed around. "Where's Dr Grey?' he said as he looked around.
"I think she is in the lounge." Kepner added.
"Page her now!" he ordered.
April picked up the phone and within minutes appeared Meredith. She was so out of breath that her pony tail was flying and her scrubs were wrinkled under her white lab coat. "Yes Owen." She answered.
"Have you gotten ahold of Derek yet? I hope he is on his way back. " he asked intently
"I can't understand it, I have been calling and leaving messages. He must be enroute and can't call on the plane. " Meredith tried to explain.
"I hope to God he is. He has a hell of a case coming in right now. The President has a serious hematoma bleeding into his brain and needs surgery." Owen said soberly.
Mellie Grant couldn't believe this at all. Not just a few weeks ago, she had buried her eldest child Fitzgerald T Grant 4. The whole time had just proven to be one night mare after another. The trauma of losing his son and carrying his lifeless body on live television had driven her husband to the point of breaking. Add to that losing his "girlfriend" and now he was on a medvac chopper for brain surgery . She sat on the chaise lounge as she nursed her vodka in a Baccarat tumbler.
"I don't know how much more I can take." She cried. "First my son, and now I may be losing my husband." Andrew sat by her as he held her hand to comfort her. Her hand was shaking as she lifted the glass to her lips.
Young Karen Grant was still reeling from the past few weeks. She had prepared herself for another four years as the First Daughter. It had tore her apart to see her strong father fall apart the way he did. She volunteered to stay at the White House until her father was back to his normal self. He put on a good front, but he still was a ticking bomb.
"Mom, I m sure he will be alright." Karen was trying to reassure her, not so much as to reassure herself.
"What the hell was he doing in Seattle anyway?" Mellie asked the question but she knew the answer. It had to do something with Olivia Pope.
Rushing into the Residence, Cyrus Beane was out of breath. He was not a young man and still recovering from a heart attack. He also had the fresh wounds of losing his husband and now was dealing with possibly losing his best friend. He took out his silk handkerchief and wiped his sweaty brow.
"Madam First Lady, Air Force One has been refueled , taken off and is returning to Washington. You will be informed when it lands , so you can board it." Cyrus stated unemotionally as he could.
"Thank you , Cy." Mellie got up and went to hug him. "I trust you are coming as well." Cyrus nodded.
"There is the problem of who is running the country now. Sally might just decide to stage a coup again." Cyrus and Mellie were well aware that Sally Langston was someone who could not be trusted. She had done this when Fitz was shot.
Andrew stood up and cleared his throat. "I will stay behind and watch her. I think that my place is in Washington. You will be fine with Cyrus and Karen, sweetheart. I have Fitzs best interest at heart and it will better prepare me to take over as Vice President. But don't think that for a minute I don't care, Mellie because you know I do." He leaned over to Mellie and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Is Olivia there?" Andrew asked .
"Olivia was there when it happened. She is on her way to the hospital with Secret Service ." Cyrus said.
Mellie got the most disgusted look on her face. "Hasn't that bitch done enough? Her parents are the psychos who were behind Jerry's death and now he goes off chasing his whore and ends up in surgery." She took another gulp of the liquor and shook her head. This isn' t the way it was supposed to go. She was to be First Lady and then leave him when he was no longer of any use to her. Now she was facing being his widow for the second time in his admnstration. Hadn't this office already cost her enough?
"Still trying." Meredith confessed as she held her phone.
Owen silently cussed . It wasn't just his job, it was his duty as an officer in the US Army. He had a special affection for President Grant because he had served his country as well. Owen served in Afghanistan and Fitz in Desert Storm. He could serve his Commander in Chief and he would not fail him.
At that point, a woman wearing sun glasses , hair pulled back in a bun, and dressed in the black suit uniform of the Secret Service took out her badge. "Hays, Seattle Office, we need to secure this floor for the President, the Chief of Staff, the First Lady, and the First Family. " Owen sent some nurses to prepare a bed for the President when he would coming out of surgery.
"Oh and the President 's advisor, Olivia Pope is en route from McChord AFB. She will be arriving in a limo with a member of the President's detail." Agent Hays added.
Olivia sat in the limo as it came closer to the city. She could see the Space Needle towering over the skyline. Tears filled her eyes as she held her hand placed in her lap. She spotted the ring on her finger. He called it a promise ring. A promise of when they could be together without judgement . She wore it on her index finger as a sign to just them. He wore the flag pin as her sign that he would someday be hers. Tom may have been guarding her, but she could see the concern in his face as well. He was worried. In the back of her mind, was another visit to Seattle. It was during the first campaign in the last days. Mellie and Sally had decided to take the South and left the Northwest and Pacific States to Fitz. Olivia and him had attended a fund raiser for Grant For President. They had returned to his suite.
Olivia was wearing a white Halston dress with a halter top. It was high in the front but backless. It was just enough to keep Fitz on edge most of the evening. All he could do was stare at her and imagine her naked. The waiters kept pouring scotch and Olivia had a few too many glasses of champagne. Both of them were ready for an interesting evening. After a few glasses of wine and some conversation, Cyrus grabbed James' hand and headed back to his room for the night. Everyone was tense and needed to unwind before the big night.
Olivia opened the drape and looked out of the penthouse suite. She could see the lights and the Space Needle quite clearly as well as the Pacific. Smiling, she turned around. "Isn't it gorgeous?"
He was trying to pull off the bow tie from the tux j ust trying to be comfortable after being the candidate all evening. Now he could just be himself. "I am looking at the most gorgeous site in Seattle right now." He grinned as he looked at Olivia. "I have been dreaming of getting you out of that gown all night." He growled.
"Fitz" she playfully warned. Oh she wanted him too. She started to laugh as he playfully started to stalk her.
"My wife is across the country. My other campaign manager has his own agenda tonight, so your job is to entertain the candidate and that would be me." He leaned across the bed where she was and then he fell when she moved away. He burst into laughter.
"So that 's the game you want to play?" he said mock seriously with that deep voice she loved so well. He then proceeded to unbutton the shirt , revealing his well chiseled chest . "Well Miss Pope, if you want to play then let's play. But I have to warn you, that I run and work out and am a former Navy Seal. I am up to the challenge. " he got up from the carpeted floor. Olivia kicked off her Christian Loboutin heels and stood in her stocking feet . She giggled as he chased her around the room and then finally grabbed her.
"Gotcha" he exclaimed. He then leaned over and began to kiss her. He pushed his mouth over her full painted lips and she opened hers so she could accept his tongue . She through her arms around his neck and kept kissing him she moved her head away to admire his shirtless form, she took her manicured nails down his perfectly formed abs. She grinned as she played with the top of his boxers that came through his trousers. Looking up to him, she evilly unbuckled his belt and then pulled his pants off.
Now for that dress…..
Her reverie was broken as she realized they were nearing the hospital. She needed to get herself together because once again everything would fall on her. She was his gladiator.