Summary: After season 5, episode 9.
I don't own Scandal.
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Olivia sat on her new sofa. It was darker this time around. She poured wine in her glass and took a hearty sip. Her stomach felt queasy and she shivered, feeling shaky. That was to be expected after her procedure. Procedure; is that what she's calling it? It was an abortion. She had an abortion. The expulsion of an embryo or fetus. Which was it? Would it make her feel any different if it was an embryo and not a fetus? An embryo isn't technically a baby yet, right? She let out a self-loathing snort. Technicalities be damned; this was something she and Fitz created. He wouldn't understand her reasoning. She felt shaky again. She rubbed her fingers along her sofa. It was grey; a charcoal grey perhaps. If she spilled her wine, it wouldn't be as noticeable as the stain on the white sofa she finally got rid of.
Got rid of.
The sofa isn't the only thing she got rid of.
She took another sip.
Her stomach felt like it was churning inside. From the metal medical instruments emptying her womb to taking gulps of Mellie's closet jar of hooch to currently sipping this red Bordeaux; Olivia's stomach roiled unpleasantly.
She eyed her bowl of popcorn knowing she needed to eat something to coat her stomach; soak up some of the alcohol that could be possibly damaging her liver.
Her doctor sent her home with aftercare instructions and draining a whole bottle of wine most certainly wasn't on the list. It was actually on the DO NOT list, alongside not operating heavy machinery, nor making important life decisions until mentally sound and or stable. But that was all shot to hell with she and Fitz breakup and her promptly moving out of the White House.
So really, liver damage couldn't possibly compare in the grand scheme of things.
She and Fitz broke up. They were done. She couldn't be an imitation of a First Lady anymore. She felt more like his prisoner than his girlfriend.
Mellie was right.
Oh the irony.
Mellie told her everything that she would have to endure. It came with the territory, and Olivia witnessed it first hand.
Fitz on the other hand, knew it was a bit much for Liv but love was supposed to outweigh everything else, wasn't it?
So what that she has to be a good little trophy wife without the ring; and pick out china patterns to impress an ambassador.
He loves her with every fiber of his being. Heck, he even went to war for her! An actual war…with casualties.
But they were fighting another war. They screamed at each other in that room. They hurt each other with their words. Snide remarks cut deep and brutal honesty bruised. Their love was a losing battle. Guessed it was best that they waved the white flag.
She leaned back on the sofa, taking yet again, another sip. She reached for her temple; the sensation going straight to her head.
Olivia hated the way she and Fitz ended things. Not to compare herself to Mellie again and the irony. Seriously, when did Mellie become so damn ironic? Mellie filibustered the planned parenthood's withering budget while Olivia procured one of planned parenthood services.
She looked around her apartment; it was lonely and so was she. She took another sip of wine, noticing that her glass was almost empty.
Maybe if she filibustered with Fitz then she wouldn't be here alone. They would still be arguing with each other. And that would turn into an intense stare down; the stare down would turn into an even more intense make out session, resulting in the passionate sex they always like to indulge in.
Sex. That was a big no-no on the doctor's DO NOT list. Hell, it was a no-no on her own personal list too.
Olivia's thoughts were interrupted by a hard pounding on her door. Whoever it was lacked the decency to knock like a normal human being. She looked through the peephole. Seriously?!?
She opened the door. Fitz had fire in his eyes as he barged right in passed her.
"Come right on in." She mumbled sarcastically. She closed the door and she could hear the secret service agents guarding her door and checking the perimeter.
"What brings you by?" Her words were a little slurred.
"You got a f-cking abortion!" He swore at her. Oh, he was angry.! And a little drunk because he swore at her. He never swears at her.!
"What?"
"It wasn't a question. You got an abortion!" He stared at her, daring her to lie.
"How did you-"
"I'm the f-cking president of the United States! I know everything!"
Okay first of all, that's the second time he swore at her. She doesn't like that. Second of all, what the hell happened to doctor-patient confidentiality? HIPAA? And third of all, he obviously doesn't know everything because if he did, he would've known what she was planning and he would've stopped her.
He was reading her mind and watching the emotions play out over her face. He saw her reaction when he swore at her, the way her lip went up into a scowl. He also saw her challenging smirk after he claimed to know everything. "Don't you dare! How could you do that Liv?"
For the first time, Olivia was speechless. Really, how could she do that? She even questioned herself. She hesitated going through with it. This was her and Fitz dream. Sure it wasn't ideal, what with her masquerading as the First Lady and Fitz not even being completely divorced from Mellie. But they wanted a baby together. They've talked about having kids; well, her having kids, him having more. Their house in Vermont; the jam.
But this was the real world. This isn't Vermont, it's Washington DC. Fitz is the president and he already has children. And Olivia, she is a high-profile fixer who's been broken by both of her parents. How could she possibly become someone's mother? Anyways, she doesn't know how to make jam. "Jam is messy."
"What?" Fitz asked her, confused.
She didn't realize that she said that out loud. "Nothing."
"No, you said jam is messy. What the hell does that mean?"
She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes to stave off the tears.
"This is not the way it was supposed to be, Fitz. I have sacrificed everything for you! My privacy, my reputation, my family! You promised me Vermont, a quiet life; but who were we kidding? This was never going to work."
"No! Liv you don't get to do that!" He got in her face. "So many times I've told you that I would give all of this up for you, for us. But you wanted me to run for another term. I was done, especially after Jerry but you, Mellie, and Cyrus wanted to cement my legacy. The presidency is not my legacy, you are!"
She couldn't handle him shouting the truth in her face. She had to take him down a peg. "If you think I'm your legacy, then you're pathetic. But you are right about one thing; your presidency is not your legacy, it's mine! I made you president, twice. I shaped and molded you. I -"
"-you manipulated me." He interrupted her. "You pulled my puppet strings." He sat down on her sofa. "You know who you sound like?"
"Be careful Fitz." Olivia warned. She knew where he was going with this. He was treading on thin ice.
"You sound like your father." He said. Noticing her wine glass on the table in front of him, he picked it up drinking the rest of it. "You both have a need and hunger for power. And you'll do anything for it. Your father killed my son and you killed my baby."
Olivia was angry. She wasn't sure if it was because of the statement he just made or the fact that he just drank the rest of her wine.
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Author's Note: For all of my scandal fans out there. I wrote this fic a very long time ago after I binged watched all of the seasons of Scandal and I completely forgot about it. I kinda liked where I was going with it. Should I revisit it and continue?