Thanks for the reviews, we will be heading back to the future in a couple chapters, just need to show a bit more of the past first. FYI, Olivia's parents and Fitz's dad are not nice people in this story. It will get worse before it gets better…

Morning of June 15, 2003 – 3:30 a.m.

Olivia pulled into her driveway, thankfully, her house was still dark. Turning off the car, she looked at Fitz. Wondering what was going to happen now? It was almost dawn, the sky would start to lighten soon.

Fitz looked over at his house, it was still dark, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, "You want to come over and hang out?" he asked.

Olivia laughed, "Fitz, it's the middle of the night, I can come over and we can sleep for a few hours," she took his hand.

Fitz squeezed her hand tightly, smiling at her, "I'd like that."

Getting out of the car, they both walked to his house, hand in hand. "Where's your dad?" Olivia asked.

"In L.A., some political thing, I wasn't paying attention when he left, only that he said to have no parties or he would know," Fitz laughed as they walked into the house.

Olivia had never been in his house before, it was about the same size as hers, different layout. Fitz had the entire third floor to himself, it was a mini mansion up there. He had his bed, gaming consoles, a leather couch, a huge music collection.

Fitz pulled off his shirt and crawled under the bedcovers. He held up the left side of the bedspread for her, holding his arms out to her.

She happily nestled in his arms, they fell asleep. The sky started to lighten outside and the sun came up.

A door slamming from downstairs woke them up, "Fitz," a man yelled.

"Shit," Fitz looked at Olivia as she looked back at him. She hid under the covers as Fitz sat up as his dad, Jerry came through his bedroom door.

"Fitz, Andrew's mom called me about the shooting, I came back as soon as I heard, are you okay?" his dad asked.

"Yeah Dad, I'm fine, you didn't have to come back early," he said.

Jerry stopped and looked at him, "Is there a girl under those covers?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes, but it's not what you think," Fitz said.

"Why are you hiding Mellie under those covers?" his dad scoffed at him.

Olivia sat up, pulling the bedcovers off herself, "Hi Mr. Grant, I'm not Mellie, my name is Olivia Pope. I live next door."

"I know who you are, you're Rowan's daughter, quiet little studious thing," Jerry said. He looked at Fitz questioningly, but said nothing. "Breakfast will be ready at 8," he tossed over his shoulder as he walked out of the bedroom.

"That was awkward," Olivia said, getting out of bed and putting on her sweatpants.

"He invited you to stay for breakfast, that's more than he ever offered Mellie," Fitz tried to look at the silver lining.

"Regardless of whether he invited me to breakfast, I have to go home and have a shower, get dressed, all that good stuff," Olivia said.

"Okay, but come back over later," Fitz smiled at her, his dimples coming out full force.

Olivia kissed him and was on her way home.

When she walked through the door, the first thing she saw was her mother at the kitchen counter cooking breakfast.

"Morning Mom," Olivia hung up the car keys and kissed her mother on the cheek.

"Olivia Carolyn Pope, where were you last night?" her mother asked. Hands on her hips, fire in her eyes.

"I left a note on the table, there was a shooting at a classmate's house party and I went to the hospital to check on a friend," Olivia tried to explain.

"The same friend that you were having sex with last night in your bed under this roof," her mother accused, "Do you know what your father would have done if he had been the one to come in this house instead of me. You are a very lucky girl."

"So what, I'm almost 18, I can do what I want," Olivia yelled at her mother.

"Not while you still live under this roof, you can't," her mother yelled back at her.

"I hate you," Olivia yelled and ran out of the kitchen, stomping up to her room. She slammed the door. Seeing the mussed sheets from last night, she ran to her bed and wrapped herself in the sheets, surrounded by his scent. Her heart was racing, she'd never fought with her parents. She was always the good girl, doing what she was told.

Unable to believe that they thought they could tell her what to do, she sulked in her sheets for a bit longer. Knowing she'd have to face them sooner or later, she went to have a shower.

Fitz's house

"What happened between you and Mellie?" Jerry asked Fitz, flipping pancakes for breakfast.

"I caught Mellie fucking Andrew, literally in his bedroom last night. I was going to break up with her, but she had to cheat on me before I could do that," Fitz explained. Pouring himself a glass of milk.

"I can relate to the cheating, I've been cheated on and cheated on other women," his father said honestly.

"What are you hoping to accomplish with this little re-bound of yours? Trying to make Mellie jealous?" his father chuckled at his own joke.

"Honestly, I enjoy Liv's company, I know we've lived next door to each other for the past 6 years, but I really enjoyed getting to know her last night," Fitz said, his mind stuck on last night. He didn't notice his father looking at him.

"You got feelings for this girl?" Jerry asked bluntly.

"I don't know, but she's a lot nicer than Mellie and she looks at me as a person and not just an accessory for her outfit," rolling his eyes, he looked at his dad and poured some syrup on his pancakes. He cut them up and took a bite, when he was finished chewing, "I'm looking forward to spending summer with her."

That just won't do, can't have my son getting caught in some emotional haze that will derail the plans I have for him. Jerry looked at Fitz, "Why don't you have a shower and we'll go play some golf this afternoon."

Fitz nodded, eating his pancakes, his mind focused on last night.

Jerry walked out of the kitchen door, looking behind him, he made sure Fitz hadn't seen him, he walked over to the Pope's house and knocked on their kitchen door. Maya answered the door, "We have a problem," Jerry said as he walked in.

"I know," Maya looked up at him, then over to Rowan who had just walked into the room. "Let's take this to my study," Rowan said. He could hear the shower running and knew Olivia was still upstairs.

More soon…