Thanks for the continued support, and thanks to those who wished me a happy birthday last week. I had an awesome day and it's still hard to believe I'm so old (22 for those wondering).

Olivia walked into OPA defeated, she bypassed her staff and went straight to her office. She didn't care about the time of day, all she cared about was getting a drink into her hand and then into her stomach. Walking over to her beverage cart, she took a bottle of wine and a glass to the sofa.

When she was halfway through her glass, the door opened and Abby was standing holding onto the handle. "Is that a celebratory drink?" She asked.

"I want to be alone," Liv said, not ready to engage in conversation.

"Not a celebratory drink?"

"Go away Abby," Olivia instructed, but as Abby looked over the situation that was unfolding she knew she couldn't leave. Taking a step further into the room she closed the door behind her.

"What's happening?" Abby said taking a seat next to her friend. It wasn't uncommon to see Olivia with a glass of red in her hand, but never this early in the afternoon or at least not at the office.

Olivia glared at Abby, but realised no matter how long she kept up her stance the red-head wouldn't be leaving. Taking a large sip from her glass she took a deep breath once her mouth was empty. "Fitz woke up," Liv started.

"Then why are you acting like he's still in a coma or worse?" Abby asked trying to read her friend and the situation, but putting two and two together just wasn't making any sense.

"He doesn't know who I am," Olivia confessed, and just saying those words out loud sent a pang through her chest.

"He has no memory?" Abby asked, her eyes expanding at how detrimental this was.

"No, he remembers. He just doesn't remember me," Liv explained and then drained her glass. She grabbed for the bottle and refilled her wine, knowing that one drink wasn't going to be enough.

"That doesn't make sense, how could he not remember you?" Abby asked and then realised that probably wasn't the best question the ask Olivia right now. "I just mean how is it possible to forget only one part of your life? Is selective amnesia a thing?"

"According to the doctors," Liv said looking toward the window.

"But he will one day remember who you are?" Abby asked trying to understand the situation as a whole.

"Possibly," Liv answered, and wished the doctors could have given her a more definitive answer. It was too much to hang her hat on a flip of a coin.

"Possibly?"

"To him, I may never come back. Or it might take some time. Or he might just need to be reminded," Liv said, trying to explain the situation without giving away too many details, after all this was still mostly classified.

"Then go remind him. Go to him and tell him who you are. I'm sure there's a part of him deep down that knows who you are and what you mean to him," Abby said.

"I can't. I'm protecting him. We decided to hide the truth. This is the clean slate we both need. He deserves that much," Liv explained but Abby could tell that wasn't the whole story.

"Protecting him? Or protecting yourself?" She asked.

Olivia went silent and blinked a few times. Her eyes were stinging and her stomach felt empty. Abby noticed Liv's jaw started to tremble. Liv raised her hand to cover her mouth knowing she had been made. "He doesn't remember me, because he doesn't want to remember me. He's blocking me out for a reason, a specific reason. I can't go in there and tell him who I am, because he doesn't want to know who I am. I can't put myself through that. It's too hard. If he remembers me on his own then so be it. But I can't go in there and see that blank look again. I just can't," Olivia announced, though it pained her to say.

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"So?" Fitz began once Mellie and Cyrus had walked back into the room. "What's going on? Who was that woman?" He asked but was met with no answer from either party. Cyrus took a seat across from the President, while Mellie went to the bed and started fussing with his blankets. "Stop Mel," he demanded hitting his wife's hands away. "Now tell me what is happening," he requested for the second time.

"Well, sir, it seems you have some minor memory loss," Cyrus explained.

"And we are going to monitor it, and make sure it doesn't go beyond what it is now," Mellie added.

"So who was she?" Fitz asked. He could guess she was someone whom he was meant to know, but for the life of him he couldn't place her.

"She worked with us on the trail and at the start of the administration," Cyrus replied, knowing what Olivia wanted.

"And now she's just an old friend who was worried about you. The whole country has been worried about you and praying for you. The support from allies has been rolling in," Mellie said trying to move the topic off of the elephant in the room.

"What's her name?"

Mellie and Cyrus glanced at each other and shared a look that agreed they would answer. "Olivia. Olivia Pope," Mellie answered. She wondered if that would be enough to jog his memory, but when she saw nothing flash across his eyes in recognition of the name she knew that he still had no recollection of his mistress.

"And I'm meant to know who she is? She wasn't just some junior staffer that I occasionally passed in the halls?" Fitz asked racking his brain for any trace of who Olivia was to him, because he knew that the two people looking at him wouldn't be this worried be if she had been a nobody.

"No sir," Cyrus said, confirming Fitz thoughts.

"Can I have some time alone? Go back to the White House, see what needs to be done to fix this whole Sally mess. I just want to sleep," Fitz instructed. He might not remember who Olivia is or was, but he knew that she was someone important, and he could guess she was someone important to him as a friend and not just a colleague. Cyrus and Mellie were too worried for just some lowly intern, but yet they weren't worried enough to be concerned about her going to the press. No Olivia wasn't just anybody, she was a somebody, and he needed to work out who she was.

I know its a bit slow going atm, and future chapters will be longer.

I start back at uni this week, and class load and with my other story I dont know how much time i'll have to write, but i will try my damnedest to update each weekend.

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