Hey Guys, so I'm happy to say I finally finished The New Normal. Yay right. Right. (So if you've been meaning to check it out, now seems like as good a time as any ahah)

Anyway that means the Scandal Fanfiction side of my brain can focus solely on this one. So that can hopefully only mean good things for this story. So I hope you like this new chapter :)

Olivia looked down, there was no way she could think of a response while looking into Fitz's pleading eyes. He really wanted to remember more about them, and he needed her to do it. But could she tell him everything? Of course not. That would be ludicrous. But would it be? It had been quite some time since he woke up in the hospital, and he might now be ready to know the facts.

She couldn't have been completely certain, but she felt that he wouldn't run away screaming if he really knew the truth of what had been going on between them. He wouldn't call her a liar, or throw it in her face, and maybe, it would actually help him.

But then again, what if she created false memories for him. What if he would no longer be able to tell the difference between his reality and hers. And although they would have been near similar, no one's experiences are the exact same. What if by telling him the truth she was doing more harm than good.

It would be like threading a needle or walking a tightrope. She needed precision and perfect execution, and although she knew she had it in her, she didn't know if she herself was ready for it.

"Okay," Liv replied looking back up to meet his face. But before he could break out in the happiness he was feeling, she continued. "But we are going to do it my way."

Fitz nodded, that seemed fair. He was fine with going at her pace. Her pace would have to be faster than his. Anything had to be quicker than a one-minute memory in a week.

"Take my hand," Liv said, and Fitz took it as an order and his hand was soon in hers. He liked the texture of Olivia's skin, it was soft, and he liked the feeling when he grabbed onto her fingers. He didn't know what her method was, but at the moment, he was quite liking it. Liv rolled her fingers to her palm, bringing Fitz's with her. She placed her thumb on his pinkie knuckle, so he wouldn't let go, but she knew Fitz wouldn't, so it was really there so she could touch him more.

"Now what?" Fitz asked, not that he was complaining.

"Close your eyes," she instructed, and he did. "Take a deep breath," Liv said, and she and Fitz inhaled and exhaled at the same time. "Now, imagine you're not the President, you're not the Governor, you're just Fitz. And I'm not your Communications Director or working on your campaign, I'm just Liv. There's nothing around. No pressure, no expectations, just us, okay?" Fitz didn't reply, he just nodded. "Don't say anything. Open your eyes."

He slowly opened the, and he and Olivia seemed a lot closer together than before. He could have kissed her, and by God, did he want to. But he didn't, he just kept looking at her. He felt light, as if he could float away. He never felt like that. The pressures were always weighing him down. But looking into Olivia's eyes, his mind was a blank.

Unconsciously his free hand came up and rested on Olivia's cheek. She leaned into it but didn't break eye contact. Their breaths were in sync and Fitz had never felt so close to someone. It really was just them. With barely saying a word, she was able to peel all the layers away from him, and though he still couldn't remember, there was something in him tingling to get out.

All Liv could think about how much she loved this man and how much she missed him. It was unfair, he was right there, she could literally reach out and have him, but she knew he wouldn't be hers yet. Liv's thumb slowly rubbed the back of his hand. She knew what she was conveying was far more than she or he expected, but he would infer what he wanted to, and she just hope a feeling had more power than words.

"I'm trying Livvie," Fitz said, and it was as if the old him was talking to her, like he was clawing to get back to his Olivia.

A tear dropped down Liv's cheek, she didn't even get a chance to blink it back, it just fell. Fitz wiped it away, he didn't like seeing her so sad. He hated that he was the one who was making her feel like this, he should have been taking away her pain not creating it.

"I'm sorry," Fitz said wishing that was enough for her, but knew it never would be. "What kind of man am I to forget you?" He asked nearly verbatim for something he had once said to her, and that was enough to make her flood gates open up. She crumpled her face in to his palm, too embarrassed to show him how she was feeling, and how his words affected her.

Suddenly, the door to the conference room opened and in came a secret service agent. Fitz's hand quickly flew away from Olivia's face as if he had been caught in the most compromising act. Their hands stayed connected though. The agent nodded to the President, and then walked out again.

"He didn't even flinch?" Fitz said, and Liv knew that the agent's interruption was enough to break Fitz out of his spell. Liv let go of Fitz's hand, so she could wipe her face. She had to find her composure, fast.

"He's trained not to," Liv replied, not bothering to tell Fitz that this was not the first time they'd been caught doing something like that, or worse, by one of his agents. Fitz turned back to Liv, he sat there silent for a beat, trying to play back everything that had just happened between them.

"You call me Fitz?" He asked, choosing to start there.

"I did," Olivia said, and even just answering that let Fitz know that their relationship was far beyond boss and employee.

"Why not anymore?" he asked. She had been an example of professionalism, calling him Mr. President or sir, but never anything beyond that.

Olivia wanted to say it would have been 'inappropriate' and see if that stirred up anything but decided against it. "I didn't think you would have appreciated a stranger calling you that," she said instead.

"But you're not a stranger," Fitz replied.

"I was to you," she said. Even now she felt like a stranger to him. Until he knew the whole truth on how things really were between them, she would continue to feel like that. "Did it help?" Olivia asked, hoping that something would have come back to him.

"I think so," he answered. He had a lot of feelings come at him, and he had to break them down to really understand them. So much had happened and they had barely said a word to one another. "I don't know," he said. It felt like he had been so close to unlocking everything and then bam it was gone. And he had no idea how to get it back. But his mind was a mess, every little thought span round his head at warp speed, and it wasn't helping.

"Sleep on it," Liv said standing up. She couldn't be alone with him anymore, or at least not right now, it was too much for her. "I'll see you in the morning," she said as she started to walk away.

"Hey, Liv," he called, and she anxiously turned back. "You can call me Fitz from now on," he said, causing Olivia to smile.

"Good night, Fitz," she said before departing the room.

Fitz looked around at empty conference table. His thoughts consumed him. He'd been closer to Olivia than he could remember, and the closer he got to her the more he realised how much closer he wanted to get. She was everything he could possibly ever want, and yet he couldn't have her. He knew if he pushed her too hard she could leave him forever and he did not think he'd be able to handle that. Because now that he had her, the only way he would let her leave was by a bullet in his brain.

Ohhh, do you think it'll help him?

Did you like Liv's method? Or would you have done something different?

Please Review :D