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Olivia had been working back as Communications Director for a day, and she had forgotten the speed that the White House worked at. She thought OPA was fast, but as she was the boss she had a lot more freedom, and she only realised how much of a luxury that was now. She had spent the day catching up on all the procedures that had come into play since she had left, and she had to refresh herself on everything the job entailed.

By nine o'clock she was beat. She wanted to go home, but she knew if she didn't want to waste another day catching up, than she had to work through to at least eleven o'clock. Olivia hadn't seen Fitz yet, and that was probably for the best. She wanted to have as much time to adjust to the situation before adding in that level of difficulty. She knew it wouldn't be like how it was before. There was no way. Fitz and Liv had a way of knowing what the other wanted, or was going to say. They were on the same team, they did whatever it was to make the other's work easier. However, that was all gone now. She might know how Fitz thinks, but there was no way he could say the same thing for her. Not to mention this Fitz was not the same man as her Fitz. He didn't necessary think the same, or do the same, so that left her out in the cold.

There was no way this Fitz would take her to look at the Declaration of Independence, or know where their spot in the Rose Garden was. He wouldn't know how sitting in his arms made Olivia feel safe, or how she smiled when they were first 'inappropriate'. He wouldn't take Olivia's point to heart like he once did. He wouldn't side with her because she was Olivia and he loved her. He wouldn't call her in the middle of the night, just so he could hear her voice. He wouldn't be able to soothe her worries like he did. The love of her life was gone, and she still hadn't accepted it yet.

Knowing that her back would never forgive her if she continued sitting hunched over in the desk chair, Olivia moved over to sofa with a bunch of files. She turned on the lamp that sat on the small coffee table on the side, and it lit up the area. Aside from the light she had just turned on, and the one on her desk, the room was dark. It changed from day to night while she immersed in some paperwork and hadn't found the need or the energy to get up to turn the overhead light on.

It wasn't long before the lack of light, and her lack of enthusiasm to keep going, put her to sleep. It was while she was a sleep she could picture the world the way it was meant to be. She dreamed of Fitz knocking on her apartment door in the middle of the night because he needed to see her. He'd never been shot, and knew exactly who she was, and who she was to him. She pulled him to her bedroom and helped unbutton his dress shirt as she did. As her fingers traced up and down his bare chest, Fitz found a hold on Olivia and effortlessly picked her up and threw her down on to her bed. He hovered over her, smiling while he took in her beauty. He began to lower him self down ready to close the distance between their mouths.

There was a knock on the door and it quickly pulled Olivia out of her fantasy. She looked up and was beyond shocked to see Fitz standing there. " Fi- Mr President," Olivia said, as she quickly stopped herself from slipping up. "Is there something I can help you with?" She asked, not knowing any real reason that he would be standing in her doorway.

"I didn't know I hired you to sleep," he said as he stepped into her office.

"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again," Liv apologised as she picked up the files that had fallen to the ground while she napped.

"Olivia, I was joking," Fitz laughed, and Liv was happy to see that she had helped create a genuine smile on his face. It had been so long since she had really seen that. But it was bittersweet. "I'm actually surprised you're still here," he added.

"I thought it important to be up to date as quickly as possible. And if that means a few late nights in the office, than so be it," she replied. There was an awkward feeling hoovering over her. She wanted to fall into the pattern of conversation they once had, the one when they could talk open and honestly, and not this one where coming up with something to say felt forced.

"Not if it means you're the last person working. You're going to put me to shame," Fitz said, he'd finished working a while ago. Now he was roaming the halls of the West Wing so not to go up to the Residence.

"I'd usually take some work home with me, but I thought it best not to have any wine distractions," Liv admitted. She wanted to see if slipping little things about her into conversation would work. And nothing said Oliva Pope like a glass of expensive wine.

"You're a wine drinker?" He asked, and Liv realised that it hadn't triggered anything in his mind about her.

"Red," she nodded and watched as Fitz waked further into the room, shutting the door behind him. He turned the chair across from her desk to face the sofa, and took a seat.

"So, you work late, or take it home with you, wouldn't you rather be having some sort of social life?" Fitz said changing the topic completely. It surprised Olivia, she didn't think this Fitz would be so open with a near total stranger.

Olivia wasn't sure she should enter this line of conversation, but then another part convinced her that there would be no harm if she did. "I did have a boyfriend, but you know," she said hoping that would be enough. It wasn't all that common for people to ask more than that.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Fitz said, which of course was the polite response when someone thought they had intruded too much.

"It's not your fault," Liv replied. And it wasn't. She was sure if her Fitz had a real choice he wouldn't have chosen this. He wouldn't have wanted to be shot and forget part of his memory. Especially the part that involved her.

"Well, can I just say your boyfriend was an idiot," he admitted, and it made Olivia chuckle at the irony. She couldn't believe he, of all people, had just said that. Liv wondered that if or when he got his memory back he would remember this moment and kick himself. Though she could imagine him kicking himself for much more obvious reasons than this.

"Thanks," Olivia smiled, she was actually enjoying herself. This Fitz had all the charm and cockiness that her Fitz did. And she was beyond glad he hadn't forgotten that part of himself.

"I don't think I've ever seen your smile," Fitz said and Liv's smile slowly faded as she was brought back to reality yet again. It seemed impossible to forget, and fall back into how they used to be. There was always something that was lurking near the surface ready to interrupt her happiness. "I'm sorry," Fitz said reading Olivia's face. He didn't mean to make her uncomfortable. "It's just you have a beautiful smile, and more people should see it," he admitted, hoping she wouldn't take offense.

"It's okay," she said and gave him small smile so he wasn't to worry. She didn't want this playful Fitz to go away. It was like he was almost in reach. But then again he also wasn't. She could tell he still had no real recollection of her, or them as a couple. "I, ah, was actually thinking of heading home. There's no reason to spend the night on the couch when I have a perfectly good bed at home," Liv said finding a way out, she knew if this conversation when on for too long, it would become awkward and lagging. And in true Olivia Pope fashion, she wanted to leave him wanting more.

"Absolutely. There's nothing you can do tonight that will be worse off if you left it until morning," Fitz said and then stood up and pushed the chair back to its original position. "Goodnight Olivia. I'll see you tomorrow.

"Goodnight Mr President."

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