Hey guys, I know its been a very long time since I updated, and believe me I feel bad about it. But there is a good reason. Since I last updated I have moved house three times (approx a month in each). I moved to a different state, and have finally gotten settled into my own apartment. I felt I could not write when I was living with a lot of people (Kind of need to be alone to write) as I always felt the need to be socialising with who I was living with. The reason I moved states is because I started studying again, and the course I wanted was not offered in my home town (this might not sound big cause I know people move for uni/college all the time, but in Australia its very rarely done- unless you live in the outback- which I did not)

So again I am very sorry for taking so long, I'm sure I've lost some readers, I hope not but I'm sure its inevitable with such a long hiatus. Well that's all I can think of. Enjoy.

Abby sat at her desk. Business had been slow since all their clients had found out Olivia had gone back to the White House. Oliva Pope and Associates without Olivia Pope was just And Associates, and their clients wanted a name. A name of someone they could rely on. Though there were a few people who still needed their help. They were the clients who's problems weren't big, but that meant they didn't pay big either. But the work meant that, she, Harrison, Quinn and Huck didn't have to twiddle their thumbs waiting for Olivia to return, and that was better than nothing.

The ding of the elevator and the slamming of the door got her attention and as she looked up she saw Olivia speeding through OPA. "Liv, what are you doing here? Aren't you meant to be at the White House?" Abby asked.

"I can't be there right now," Liv answered, she was so tense, Abby could see she was obviously shaken.

"What happened? Is it the President?" She asked. She had to know, not only because she liked gossip, but because she wanted to help her friend out.

"It's nothing. I just want to sit in my office and just be alone for awhile," Liv said as she walked into her office. Liv went straight for the drinks cart, she needed something to take the load off, and anything that had a large amount of alcohol sounded like a swell idea to her. She opened the bottle of whiskey and poured herself a double. She downed that quickly before pouring herself another and walked over and sat down on the sofa.

Olivia was finally able to take a well deserve breath, but that was when Abby walked into her office, and began towering over her. "I never comment on your drinking habits, mostly because that means you're not perfect, and I need to remind myself of that every so often. Plus everyone needs a vice, and that includes you. And although I've seen you down a bottle of red in a half hour, I've never seen you come into the office at 2pm and try to find an answer at the bottom of the glass. So you need to spill. Now," Abby said taking the glass out of Olivia's hand.

"I'm your boss, you can't talk to me like that," Liv said, as she tried to take the glass back, but Abby pulled it away.

"Actually, you work for the White House, meaning you can't work here. I have no boss. At most your just a disgruntled friend who lacks reflex's. Now tell me what's wrong," Abby said, and Liv pursed her lips.

"I can still fire you," Liv retorted.

"But you won't," Abby said. "Is it about the President?"
Liv let go of a deep sigh she was holding, before answering. "Yes," she said, and Abby handed Liv her glass back.

"Alright, what's happened now?" Abby asked as she sat on the sofa next to Olivia.

Liv was waiting in Fitz's secretary's office, she finally had something to discuss with the President, and had made a meeting right away. He had a light day, so it didn't take long to get an appointment with him. This was abnormal to Liv. When she first worked at the White House, he would moved heaven and hell to have the meeting with her as soon as possible. But now she had to wait. She didn't have the right to walk into his office whenever she felt like it or had something to discuss, now she had to wait as if she was an aide or something.

"He'll see you now," Lauren said, and Olivia stood up and walked over to the door the secret service agent was standing outside of.

When he opened the door for her, Olivia was half expecting Cyrus to be in the Oval with Fitz. But surprisingly it was just the President. They were going to be alone. And although being alone isn't that new for them, not in this life or the old one, it was the first time they would be alone in the Oval since he was shot.

"Olivia," Fitz said happily seeing his communications director coming into his office. "What can I do for you?"

"There's been a lot of questions about your health, and of course that's to be expected but I was wondering what you thought about it," Liv said as she came to stand in front of his desk.

"What I think about my health? I think it's good. Aside from having been shot a short time ago, I think it's as expected," Fitz replied.

"That's good, sir. But not exactly what I was thinking. I want to know what angle we should take with the media," Liv opened the files that she was holding and passed them over to Fitz. "You see, there's a few approaches we could take. Be it the put you in front of camera's and let you do a few interviews, or let you go on the road to show the country and the world how you really are," Liv explained.

Liv walked around to the side of his desk so she could show him the plans a little better. She pointed to which news outlets would take the interview, and who would be the best choice of interviewer. She showed him what states and cities they would hit, if that was the option he wanted to take.

Fitz's hand fell to the small of Liv's back. She had to take a few deep breaths to not overreact. His thumb started to brush up and down caressing her ever so gently. His touch was soft, and it was all Liv could do not to fall into it.

"Which would you do? Which do you think is right?" Fitz asked and Liv stepped away from him to get another file, but really it was to remove his hand from her.

"There's benefits to both. I think you should look them both over. Maybe talk to Cyrus, and come back to me with a decision. These are drafts, once you've decided what you want to do, I'll flesh out that one a lot more. And if you excuse me," Liv said as she backed out the room slowly.

"Olivia?" Fitz called, making Liv stop.

"Yes sir?"

"Are you okay?" he asked, wondering what he had done that made her leave so quickly.

"Fine. I just have another meeting to get to. Outside the White House," Liv said as she continued on her way to the door, and left.

"I don't get it," Abby said after Liv had finished explaining. "So the President touched your back, what's the big deal? He's done a lot more than that to you," Abby said.

"That's the problem. It's not a big deal. It was nothing. It was innocent. He didn't know what he was doing. It was a reflex. Or was it? He doesn't know who I am. If this was a month ago, it'd be normal. In all honesty it probably would have led to something more. But it's now. Was it a reflex? Did something jolt in his brain and make him do it. Or was it something else? What if he does this to everyone? What if I really was nothing special? And because he doesn't know who I am, he doesn't need to pretend. And what if I'm reading too much into this. Hoping for something that didn't even happen. Maybe he didn't touch me. Maybe it was a ghost of a memory for me. What if I'm making a big deal about something that hasn't even crossed his mind?" Liv spewed out.

"That's a lot of questions that I can not answer," Abby said only now understanding the severity of the problem.

"Me either. And it's beyond frustrating," she replied. Liv looked down at her glass and rested her forehead in her hand. It was now she chose to break down. Abby could hear the quiet sobs. And even though Liv tried to muffle them they were still audible. "I just thought it would be easier. I thought I could handle this. I thought I wouldn't come crying at the first touch," Liv said as she wiped away the tears. Her eyes were stained red, and she could guess they were bloodshot.

Abby waited for Liv to become quiet. "Do you want my opinion?"

"No," Liv answered as she took a sip of her whiskey. "Yes," she said quickly changing her mind.

"You need to wipe your face, and you need to go back to the White House and talk to the President. Tell him that it was inappropriate, and that it can never happen again, or you will quit. You need to set up boundaries," Abby explained.

"Or?" Liv asked hoping there was another option.

"Or you tell him the truth."

What will Olivia do. Is she overreacting. Why did Fitz touch her?

What did you think?

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