Sorry for the long hiatus between chapters but as you all already know life gets in the way. First off want to thank everyone who has reviewed, sent a PM and/or commented thank you sooo much you're cool people and you know who you are! Without further adieu enjoy the first part of this chapter!

After everything they had endured it didn't seem like enough to just say I love you anymore and expect that all the damaged would be repaired because it was no longer an option.

Olivia was fuming, how he dare call her to the White House like some servant who was at his beck and call to push around however he pleased. He certainly had another thing coming if that was his way of thinking, just because he was President didn't mean everyone catered to his every whim.

Not sure if he would go through with his asinine plan to come see her at her office with Hal and Tom in tow she decided albeit begrudgingly to make the dreaded trip to the White House to see what Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III wanted of her presence. Of course hers trustworthy and annoying new bodyguard, Jake Ballard was by her side the entire way.

"You really don't have to come with me; I'll be safe, promise. There will be a whole slew of secret service agents there who are already heavily guarding the area so no danger to be had while at the White House," Olivia told Jake as she walked toward the elevator.

Jake Ballard, friend to one Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III who also served time with him in the Navy, was no stranger to impossible situations and dealing with Ms. Olivia Carolyn Pope was indeed an impossible situation in itself. She was making it pretty damn difficult most days to protect her from an unknown threat in the form of B613 which was an entirely different can of worms itself.

"I am here to protect you whether you like it or not," Jake responded as he stepped onto the elevator beside her.

"There are laws against stalking, and who exactly are you protecting me from, you?"

"Someone broke into your apartment with the intention of killing you. I think that's explanation enough for you on why I'm here."

Olivia crossed her arms and just stared straight ahead willing the elevator to move faster even though they were only going down three floors. Just when she thought she'd left behind the White House she falls and hits her head in Jake Ballard's kitchen after discovering he was spying on her no less, and wakes up in the hospital with the fucking POTUS by her bedside.

Ding!

The shrill sound of the chiming elevator awoke her from her thoughts as she walked forward into the lobby and toward the glass doors leading to the outside world.

As soon as they reached their destination Olivia was off like a shot rocket going down the halls toward the Oval office.

"You know I'm supposed to be in uniform when I go to the White House. You're trying to get me in trouble aren't you?" Jake called after her as he took longer steps to keep up with her.

Loren, who was typing a brief for the president, jumped out of her seat upon seeing Olivia.

"Ms. Pope,"

"Is he in there?" Olivia asked as she pointed toward the semi-closed door with a stoic agent standing guard in front of it.

"I'll tell him you're here." Loren tried to keep the tremor out of her voice.

"Is he alone?" Olivia began moving toward the door without waiting for proper protocol.

Ignoring the three pair of eyes on her Olivia moved forward but was stopped by the man in black before Fitz's voice rang out into the tension filled room.

"It's ok Daniel!"

After gaining entry into the office Olivia, shut the door behind her, removed one elbow length glove before speaking.

"What?!"

She was heated, once again she was playing into this man's hands like putty and he was the creator or sculptor if you will and he was going to rebuild and mold her into an image of his liking. Olivia wasn't going to stand for it anymore.

Chest heaving, nostrils flared and stance wide Olivia couldn't have looked anymore beautiful to him if she tried.

Fitz knew she was upset with him for calling her but it was the only way he knew to get her to the White House. Of course he wasn't bluffing about going to the offices of Olivia Pope and Associates to see her. Mellie, Cyrus and the whole world be damned he was tired of playing games and he meant what he'd told her in the hospital they were worth another chance and he was determined to get that opportunity.

Holding out his hand he gestured toward the couch on her left hand side.

"Why don't you have a seat?"

"What do you want?" Olivia wasn't budging, not for a second.

"Sit down Liv."

"No."

"Sit down Olivia!" Fitz raised his voice, losing patience with this standoff.

This was complete and utter bullshit they were both acting like children in grade school.

"I am busy, I have a job I have people who count on me. I don't have time to run down to the White House at your beck and call like you're the only one that's important. So what is it that you want?" Olivia had stepped into his personal space with every word she spoke; she couldn't deal with this right now.

"You."

There was no way this was happening right now. She must be on one of those hidden camera shows or Cyrus or someone on her team put him up to this because Fitz couldn't be declaring his undying love to her for the thousandth time. Her heart was just barely beginning to mend itself together and for him to say "I love you" and only have to take it back was going to be the true death of her, knowing she couldn't truly embrace the coveted words.

"No, goodbye Mr. President." Olivia turned to walk away and prepare to walk away for good this time, leaving Fitz behind as a good but bittersweet memory.

"Oh come on!" Fitz's face contorted with misery, anger, and sadness. Why was it so hard for Olivia to understand his heart beat for her and her alone?

"You do not summon me!" She roared back pointing finger at him while cradling her handbag in the crook of her arm.

"And you don't walk away from me!" Fitz fired back the rage starting to take over his cool demeanor.

Olivia threw her gloves and purse onto the couch and just stared at him. What was it going to take to get through his thick skull that they couldn't be together? They were Romeo and Juliet, Samson and Delilah, Helen and Paris, hell even Zeus and Hera some days. The odds would always be against them and the sooner Fitz understood that the better.

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