Gee you take two weeks off from a story and people think you're gonna be gone for a year (Like who would do that? Lol jks its me). Anyway, heres a new chapter as requested. You might be wondering why I've been updating New Normal and not Afire Love recently. Well the answer is simple. I write the one i have an idea for. Also New Normal is so close (Like real close) to being finished, i want to get it done, and then i can solely focus on this one (and my school work i guess)

Anyway, enjoy :)

Every night it was the same damn dream. She didn't appear as a ball of light anymore, no she was always Olivia. Fitz could see her mouth moving but couldn't hear what she was saying. He still had the overwhelming same feeling he did the first time his remembered this, but he'd yet to really remember anything else. It did end differently though. When Olivia reached him, he would always say a quick 'hi' and then so would she. And then nothing. There had to be more. Why had he remembered that much and nothing else?

It was no wonder she said she wanted nothing to do with him. He really hadn't thought about how this could have affected her. He wondered what it would be if the tables had turned. If she was the one that had been shot, and subsequently forgotten just him. He didn't like that. He didn't even know why he didn't like that. But he knew he wouldn't have been able to handle it. Could it have been for the best that the bullet hit him, and not anyone else?

Was Olivia there when he was shot? Could it have hit her instead? Was that why he couldn't remember her? Was he holding on to unrealised contempt? Because if so, he would let that go in an instant if that got his memory back.

Each night he laid awake trying to picture her in his life before she had walked into his hospital room. But every night was the same. And then he would hope that when he did eventually fall asleep she would fill his dreams, but aside from that one repeating memory, she never did.

During the day she would ignore him as best she could. Of course, nothing was overt to anyone else but him. It pained Fitz to know she deliberately avoiding him. This had been going on for almost half their trip. If she kept it up, Fitz wasn't sure she would return to the White House, after all was said and done. He had to remember her before it was too late.

But it seemed the more she stayed away from him, the harder it was for the memories to come back. He needed her help, otherwise what she was asking of him was impossible.

The team was working late in the hotel's conference room, and slowly members of the staff were turning in for the night. Olivia didn't even realise they were the last two left. But Fitz did.

"Olivia, can we please talk," he near begged.

It was at this moment that Olivia looked up and noticed they were totally alone, aside from some secret service agents that were undoubtedly in earshot. "I have to go to my room," Liv said as she picked up the files she was working on and began to stalk off.

"Ms Pope, I am your Commander in Chief and you will stay and talk to me," he near growled. But it was enough to stop Olivia in her tracks. She knew she had to stay, even though she really didn't want to, but she decided she wasn't going to make this easy for him.

"You don't get to do that. You can't use being the President to get what you want from me. You don't use your role as my boss, to dictate when we talk. Especially when it is about personal issues. I have told you what you need to do to continue any discussion on that subject, and until then I urge you to keep things professional," Liv spat back.

"I remember," he said. It was wrong to word it like that, she could get her hopes up and think he remembered everything. Or she could come to think of him as a liar, which he certainly didn't want.

Olivia froze, not sure she had heard him right, and yet she knew she had. He remembered? Could he really be telling her he knew who she was. But that couldn't be. If he did, he wouldn't be acting the way he had. He would have thrown her over his shoulder and taken her to bed by now if that was the case. He didn't remember. He couldn't. "Don't tell me what you think I want to hear. It's wrong and beneath you," she said harshly.

"I do though. Not everything. But something. Isn't that enough?" Fitz said, to him even the littlest thing was an accomplishment, but he had no idea if Olivia would feel the same way. But shouldn't she be happy. He was doing what she wanted. Going about it a little slowly, maybe, but that just meant there was more to come in time.

"What then?" She asked curiously. Maybe she could catch him in a lie. But she knew Fitz wasn't the type to do that. But then again, maybe he was. What if before he had been playing her, and now was the real Fitz. Her mind was a mess. She just wanted to go back to how things used to be, was that too much to ask.

"I think, it's from when we first met," he said, happy that this was finally coming out. It had been a long week not being able to share this with her. And if Olivia recognised the memory she could tell him where it really came from in their history together.

"When you tried to fire me?" She asked realising she'd said too much. She wasn't meant to be putting memories in his brain.

"I tried to fire you?" Fitz asked. What on earth would have possessed him to fire such a beautiful and smart woman the moment they met. And that was when he realised that was probably the problem. He had been attracted to her, just like he was now. God was he stupid.

"I shouldn't have said that," Olivia said as she began to internally kick herself.

"I'm glad you did," Fitz replied, it was as if she had just opened up a part of his brain. Of course, the memories didn't start flooding back, but to understand his psyche back then was going to help a lot.

"So, what do you remember?" Liv asked.

Fitz came around the table to where Olivia was standing. He pulled out a chair and faced her as he sat. He was hoping she would follow his cue and also take a seat, however she remained standing. "I was yelling at my campaign staff, and then out of nowhere you appear and put me in my place," Fitz explained, and he watched Olivia carefully waiting to see a reaction, but there was none. "I can't tell you what you said, that part isn't clear to me," he added, though he was sure that saying that would hinder more than help.

"Okay," Liv said as she took a seat. She didn't know what to think. It was only a partial memory. Only a brief part of their lives together, but it was something. But did it change anything? If he remembered their one minutes in the hall, or that first night in the hotel, or giving her doux bebe, it would be would mean he knew what they were. What they were meant to be. And why this was so hard for her. "Is that all?"

"Yeah," Fitz said, his face almost grief stricken. "Can you please tell me where it's from?" He pleaded. Maybe if he knew more about what he was seeing, what she was saying would come back, or new memories would form, or that he could understand the true meaning behind it.

Olivia weighed up her options, she could tell him, and go against what she had been telling herself for the last week, or not and leave him to figure it out on his own. But leaving Fitz's mind to work without help was taking so long, far longer than she would have felt was possible. But she could see how much pain he was in, and large part of her wanted to help him. And maybe by doing so she would help herself. "You're right, it's from when we met," she said. What else was there to say. He didn't really remember all that much. "Cyrus had bought me in to help with the campaign. I told you what you needed to hear, you didn't like it because you knew it was the truth. And the truth hurts," Olivia said.

"I asked Cyrus to fire you," he said. And Olivia realised that he wasn't asking her, he was telling her, and that he had just got a little bit more of his memory back.

"You didn't know that before."

"It just came to me," he said, quite shocked to say the least. "I've had this memory swirling around in my mind for nearly a week, and nothing. It's like a puzzle, you get one piece to fit correctly, and maybe the others start falling into place," he continued, hoping it was making some sense. If he could show Olivia he just needed a little bit of help, then maybe she would be more receptive. He'd do anything for her to talk to him again, really talk to him again. He didn't think he was asking too much.

"And that hasn't happened before?" Olivia asked. She didn't know if it was her, or time that was helping. The doctors had said in their hypothetical scenario that his memory could come back in time. Was that what was happening. Or did she need to help him remember? It actually gave her hope. She now knew that the memories were in there. They weren't gone forever, they were just hiding.

"No. It's usually when I'm asleep. It's a dream that feels too real to be fake. It's been playing over and over. Every night. The same thing. I think it's you, Olivia. I need you to help me. Because no matter how hard I try, I can't do this on my own," he said. "And I'm not asking as your boss, or your President. I'm asking as your friend. So, Olivia Pope, will you help me?"

So what will Liv choose? Will she help him, or not?

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