A/N: So I've been severely neglecting my writing, but I am almost finished with my finals and I plan on trying to write a lot more once I am done with school. Nine days! I may not have another update before than, but unfortunately I seem to get my writing done more often when I should be studying.

Olivia and Fitz spent the next two days attempting to block out the rest of the world and focus on each other. When they had classes they both had different schedules, that didn't lend to them spending too much time together. Usually Olivia was getting a second wind to study while Fitz was falling asleep. Most nights Olivia fell asleep in a pile of books and notes only to have Fitz put them away for her. Because Fitz was a TA he had papers to grade and office hours to hold in addition to his classes. Weekends they were able to enjoy each other, but having several days in a row to lay in bed only getting up or getting dressed when they wanted to was rare.

Occasionally Olivia would get up to talk to Claudia in an attempt to get any information and Abby to keep her from coming over. She loved Abby to death, but she wanted the rest of fall break to be about her and Fitz relaxing. As usual the outside world wasn't really having it.

Fitz's estate lawyer had called several times to remind him that not only was the lease up on his car, but the lease on his apartment was almost over. Because Fitz was planning on staying in Providence for the next four years minimum he figured he should look into something more permanent than an eighteen-month lease, but he was hesitating to run it by Olivia. Sure she had made progress as far as them being committed and long term, but it was just something she had started to trust, he didn't want to spook her.

Friday morning Fitz decided that it might be time to may hint at something to test the waters. Olivia was relaxed drinking a cup of coffee and reading with her head on his chest. He was flipping past the news and playing with her curls.

"So Zach called again, he thinks I should start looking for something new soon so I don't have to scramble."

"I thought you wanted to get a prius? You said its safe, environmentally friendly, its conventional, but still cool, plus as you said it has the back seat that my car lacks." Really he had wanted to buy a 1987 Ford pickup, but it didn't seem conventional. He figured he could always get one later, especially if he bought a house with a garage.

"Yeah I'm definitely still getting the prius, I'm going tomorrow actually to drop off my car and pick up the new one. He was talking about the apartment."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so I was thinking maybe we could look tomorrow? We can get the car than look around town." He was carefully watching her face, but she kept it as impassive as possible.

"Sure." She quickly moved off of him and made her way into the bathroom closing the door, but before she closed it he saw her touch the part of her wrist that had her tattoo. He wasn't really sure where he had gone wrong, but he knew that she was shutting down again. Internally he cursed himself, not sure if he should follow her or leave her be. He chose the middle route.

"Livvy I'm going to get some more coffee and grab the paper, do you want some?" he yelled through the door.

"I'm fine thanks." She had the same tone as before. He was officially concerned. If she wasn't out by time he got back inside he'd force her to come out.

She sat on the floor leaning against the bathtub staring at her wrist. To her it was a symbol that she wasn't scared of them anymore, she was all in. When Fitz had told her the lease was up on his apartment she half expected him to turn up with his stuff at her apartment. He brought it up again and she thought he would ask to move in. It was a big step sure, but he spent ninety percent of his time there anyway. He had called it home in the airport. There was no reason for him not to want to live with her. What it really came down to is her pride being wounded. She decided she would either support him or confront him, though she hadn't decided which one yet.

Before she had the chance he was knocking at the door. She slowly opened it annoyed she had to talk to him before she had fully made up her mind. He was always doing that to her, making her deal before she was ready. It was probably good, she tended to live her life under a banner of avoidance, Fitz confronted everything head on, even when he shouldn't.

"You hate my apartment," his tone suggested he was asking her to back him up but he stated it like a fact, "its old and the building is awful…" she interrupted him,

"And your little admirer lives there so I have to sneak in and out." She was talking about another woman that was in their class. Mellie, for a while she was interested in Fitz, when she realized he would pose too much of a challenge for her she quickly moved on, but always seemed to have her eye on his interactions with Olivia anyway.

"Right, but you don't want me to move out of it?"

"It's your apartment, your life, your choice Fitz." She stalked back over to the bed and got in, she was only wearing one of his undershirts, they had the windows open she was freezing.

"Okay Olivia." He didn't know why she was made, but the your life comment pissed him off. One step forward three steps back, that's how it was with her, and normally he didn't mind. He understood everyone had their own timetable for things, but he thought their time for that was over.

"Olivia? I'm in trouble now?" He never called her Olivia, even when they were at school it was always Liv, usually he slipped and called her Livvy, no one really noticed too much.

"Yeah." He stomped out of the room and into the kitchen, if they were going to get into this he needed more coffee. He grabbed his favorite mug, it was more cereal bowl than mug, but Olivia bought it for him as a joke he insisted on using it.

When he walked back into the bedroom she was in a ball on her side of the bed. She had her knees pulled up against her chest, her arms were wrapped around them and she was touching her tattoo again. He immediately felt bad, she looked so small and sad, whatever it would take to get that look off her face he would do.

"Why don't you want to live here?" He wasn't even sure he heard her right, she was so quiet. He finally got it, they were both mad about the same thing. He sat there thinking 'note to self, next time don't beat around the bush.'

"Well first of all its way too small, I mean there's no room for me and your books, not to mention your bed. I look like a kid at camp," she had a queen bed, but his six foot four body made it so he feet hung off the end when he laid straight. "Plus you only have the one parking spot. When we live together Livvy its going to be somewhere we both fit." She laughed, he was right, her books had out grown their shelves his feet hung off their bed and he had to park on the street. It wasn't an apartment for two.

"I want us to move in together. I want us to go looking for a place tomorrow. I want you to look at a house and think about how you want to decorate the library and I want you to decide if we need a pool and a hot tub. I want you to tell me that a four car garage is insane, but secretly want it too."

"A house Fitz?" she wanted to move in with him, she wanted the life he just laid out. She loved the idea of finding a place that was a blend of the both of them, but a house. That was big grown up stuff, in a very different way from what she was used to dealing with. It was normal.

"I think at least four bedrooms. Maybe more. You'll need a study, a library, plus guest rooms for Abby, Claudia, Michael, Huck and Cammie." She was staring at him like he had ten heads. They called the guest room in her apartment Abby's room anyways, of course if they bought another place she would have one there as well, she was just shocked Fitz had thought about it.

"A house. You and me and a house, with a yard. Can we get a dog?" The whole idea hit her at once, they could get some normal. Her and Fitz in a house with a big giant mutt running in the back yard.

"Are you saying you're only getting a house with me so we can have a dog?"

"And a pool." She laughed at his faux insulted face and he pulled her into him. They spent the next hour in bed holding each other and talking about what they both wanted. Olivia wanted the master bedroom on a different floor than the others, she also wanted a deck attached to their room so they could sit outside. Fitz wanted a big kitchen with an island and plenty of windows. Olivia was talking about the patio when something hit her and she bolted upright.

"We can't leave without Zorro!" Zorro was her neighbors cat. They often let him out and Olivia had made it a habit to take him in and feed him. Fitz had come home several times to find the cat curled up on Olivia's lap as she studied. She hated the name they had given him, Softie, and renamed him Zorro because she said he was a quiet badass. Every time the cat came over it stayed longer and her neighbors never seemed to notice. Right now he was curled up by the window.

"Livvy we cant steal their cat!" She looked desperately at Zorro and she patted her side of the bed and the animal immediately came to her side. After a minute of trying to harden himself to the pair he gave in.

"Were stealing a cat." Olivia immediately brightened and gave the cat a big kiss on top of his head. She said all the time she was more of a dog person, but she had grown to love that cat and there was no way she would part with him now. She had him longer than she had Fitz.

"Shouldn't I be the one getting a kiss? I'm the one committing grand theft feline!" She immediately leaned over to kiss him, she pulled away but he pulled her back into him. He pulled her on top of him and she immediately began pulling at his shirt as she kissed his neck.

"You're wearing too many clothes for a naked weekend." She spoke right into his ear than took the lobe between her teeth. He immediately obliged and undressed them both.

Hours later they were still in bed, still half dressed and still wrapped up in each other. Olivia had gotten up to get her computer so they could look at some listings, but nothing really struck them. Disappointed and bored Fitz pulled her back to him and they spent the new few hours watching tv, sleeping, and making love in her bed, both hoping wouldn't be much longer until they were doing the same in their house.

The day passed easily, Olivia had quickly given up her choice to eat healthy so they finished their night eating Chinese take out. At one point Fitz had been eating noodles off her naked back, claiming it make them taste better. Neither really had any motivation to do much, both just wanting the next day to come. Fitz had made calls to his estate lawyer, Zach and the realtor that he recommended. They were all set to look at a few houses tomorrow.

Later that night Olivia called Claudia to ask her if it was even possible for her to buy a house, Claudia quickly grilled her for details, but couldn't give her much info and recommended she speak to Huck. While Fitz was making sure everything was out of his car before turning it in the next day Olivia called him.

"Liv?" Huck answered briskly, she knew that tone, he was in the middle of something.

"Hey Huck sorry to interrupt, I just have a quick question."

"You never interrupt Liv, what's up?" his tone immediately soften when he spoke to her. She missed him, it occurred to her she didn't get to spend as much time with him as she would have liked while she was back in Kansas.

"Well I know the whole being dead thing complicates a lot, like flying and bank accounts, all that stuff but obviously I'm going to need a way to do that without fake documents right? So I guess my question is what are my options?" She trusted Fitz to never hurt her or leave her without a home, but it was important to her that when they bought the house both of their names were on the paper work.

"Michael actually had a good idea for that a few days ago. I am just finalizing something's."

"Okay, care to share with the class?" She was annoyed now, yet another move they were making without her. The business stuff drove her crazy, but this was her life, keeping her out of the loop was unacceptable.

"I stole your identity."

"My identity… as a dead person… with a crazy family and a low credit score. Wow you must have been bored, besides isn't that a little like Van Gogh using a coloring book?" Huck's computer skills were way beyond stealing identities; there wasn't anything he couldn't hack. No one in the family had a criminal record because Huck erased it, he's being doing it since he was a teenager.

"When you steal an identity you find someone that's a similar age, but that's dead. Well that's you. You'll just steal your own identity, as long as you don't get into any legal trouble, everything will be authentic. Your death certificate has been all but destroyed. You are officially still you, no more fakes." Huck was so nonchalant, if she hadn't really been listening she might not have realized he had just handed her, her life back.

"I don't know what to say… Thank you so much." She could feel tears stinging her eyes and hear her voice crack.

"You deserve this Liv, you deserve him and normal. We are going to make sure you get it, you just have to hold on tight." With that he hung up, Huck was never one for phone etiquette.