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They'd had a stop in New York, and it had gone exactly to plan. Fitz's communications staff had written him a great speech and Fitz had hit it out of the park. It was going to equal good press, and that was exactly what they needed at the moment.

Fitz was worried. If he didn't remember who Olivia was, then what else had he forgotten? Was he even able to function as President? He'd yet to see any side effects that resulted in poor job performance, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be something in future days. Though, he thought, if the papers were saying good things about him then maybe there was no need to worry.

They were right on schedule to Philadelphia, or really a half hour behind, but that was as close to on time as you got, when you were the President. Fitz had asked Olivia to leave some leeway room cause he wanted to get as much hand holding and kissing babies done as possible. It sent a good message. If he was able to greet the people, then he was in tip top shape.

Olivia watched from back stage as Fitz give the repeated speech in the City of Brotherly Love. She missed watching this man speak. He had such a command of the crowd, you felt in awe when he was speaking, or that each word was specifically crafted just for your ears.

It reminded her of the campaign trail, watching from the sidelines. Except this wasn't the campaign trail. There wasn't going to be any 'one minutes' in hallways, or any 'inappropriate' moments. And there certainly wasn't going to be any secret hotel rendezvous' after a victory.

Somehow, at the end of the day all the staff ended up in Fitz's hotel suite for a night cap after all the press engagement were done for the night. In all honesty, it was a way for Fitz to spend more time with Olivia without making it too obvious that that was what he wanted. Was it so wrong?

Well yes. He was conflicted. He shouldn't be wanting to get to know his Communications Director as anything more than a colleague, or really a sub-ordinate. But that was all he was thinking about. He wanted to know everything about her. Everything he had forgotten. And things he even never knew. He just wanted to know this beautiful amazing woman. And it was killing him that he once did.

His eyes were trained on her as she got out of her chair and used the bathroom in his suite. He hoped no one else could notice.

"Owh, I'm beat," Fitz said, feigning a yawn. "I don't remember the trail being this tiring," he said, and the group let out a chuckle. But they all collectively got the message and started on their way out the room. As his staff were calling out their goodbyes and instructions for tomorrow, he hoped like all hell that they wouldn't be loud enough for Olivia to hear them leaving, or that they wouldn't remember that Olivia was in the bathroom.

The last person left the suite just as the bathroom door opened. Olivia stood there stunned. Fitz's room was full orf lively debate and laughter when she went in, it was quite the contrast on her re-entry.

"How long was I in there?" Olivia joked not sure what was happening. And also, in reality, she had only been in there for two and a half minutes at most.

"They all called it a night," Fitz said, as if this hadn't gone exactly how he planned.

"Maybe I should too," Liv said, but she made no attempt for the door. She couldn't be 100% certain, her reading of Fitz hadn't been all that correct in the last few weeks, but she was sure he had somehow orchestrated it. And that made her feel warm inside. Something that had been severely lacking in her life in recent history.

"Where would we be in life, if we always did what we 'should'?" Fitz asked rhetorically. He had that cocky way to him, that Liv loved. This was looking like old Fitz. But it couldn't be, could it?

"You want me to stay?" Liv asked, hoping for an answer in the affirmative.

"What I want, is to play a game," he replied.

"A game?" she questioned as if it was the most ridiculous thing she had heard, which was ironic given their situation. "I'm sorry, sir, but Presidents don't typically play games."

"Presidents don't typically get shot in the head and forget one particular person either," he said, a grin forming onto the left side of his face.

"Touché," Liv said. "What sort of game do you have in mind?" She asked taking a seat on a sofa. It wasn't the same place she was sitting in before, but she wanted to see if Fitz would come sit next to her, and that wasn't all that possible in a singular chair from the table set.

Her queries were quickly answered when he took the cushion next to her. It wasn't like right next to her, there was still a considerable distance between the pair, far more than there once would have been. But then also if these two were alone in a hotel room, or really any type of room, they weren't going to be playing games.

"It called 'Have we ever'," Fitz replied.

"Is that a drinking game?" Liv asked. She hadn't ever heard of the game before, but she could guess that Fitz had made it up.

"It could be, but I actually want to remember your answers," Fitz replied, putting his glass down on the side table.

"What are the rules?" Liv asked.

"I ask question, like- 'Have we ever…smoked a joint behind a Gettysburger together?' and you have to answer it honestly," he explained.

"I can honestly say we haven't," Liv answered. The game worried her, it could lead to some uncharted territory. However, if all the questions were going to be like that, she had nothing to fret over.

"Well that one I knew," he said, and Olivia shot him a surprised look that questioned 'how' he knew that. "You know, from logistics and press perception, it's a no brainer," he answered her unspoken question. "Alright first question- Have we ever danced together?"

"Inauguration balls and State Dinners," Liv shyly smiled, as she replayed one of their many dances in her head. A luxury Fitz did not have.

"Have we ever gone to Camp David together?" He asked. Liv was happy, so far, the questions were easy enough to answer.

"Yes, we have, multiple times."

"Have we ever had dinner together? I mean just you and me. Not formal occasions where we were at opposites sides of the table."

"I think there were a couple times on the trail, you know, when Mellie and Cyrus were off campaigning somewhere else. But not really since you've taken office," she answered. Liv wasn't sure if answering these questions was helping him, but if innocent questions could aid in getting his memory back, she was all for it.

"Have we ever pulled an all-nighter?" He asked and by the look on Olivia's face, he could tell it was a stupid question. They worked in Politics, there were days when you didn't even see the sun, but nights when you didn't see your bed were much more common. "Okay, have we ever hooked up in the Lincoln bedroom?" Fitz asked, and then burst out laughing, because he thought his joke was hilarious.

And yet Olivia wasn't laughing. She could answer honestly and say 'no' but did she really want to? He was laughing as if it was the most preposterous thing in the world, and yet it very much could have happened, if they'd stumbled into a different room during one of their 'strategy sessions'.

"No," she said when Fitz had stopped. "We have not."

"Have we ever-" he began but got cut off.

"I don't want to play anymore," Liv said, standing up and stepping away from Fitz.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to have to tell you these things. I want you to remember. It's why I stayed away after you woke up. It's why I didn't want to take the job. Or why I haven't already told you everything. You think this is hard for you. Well what about me? Have you ever considered how hard it is for me? You're one of my closest friends, and you don't know who I am? The wife you loathe? She's seemingly unforgettable. That workers bill you got passed in your first 100 day? Still in there. But me? Olivia Pope. Gone. And there's a part of me that's wishing this is a sick prank to get back at me, but the longer this goes on, I know it's real. And it's killing me. So, no, I don't want to play anymore," Olivia said, and turned to leave.

"Wait, Olivia," Fitz called, but she continued to the door. "Livvie, stop," and she did.

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