"So what you're saying is that I'm going to die? That we've tested everyone and no one matches?" Olivia stressed to the doctor across from her.
"I'm not saying you're going to die. What I'm saying is that the people that we've tested for you to be a donor are not a match for you. We still have the donor registry to look at. Olivia, we aren't out of options yet. There's still hope of finding at least a half match," her doctor replied.
Olivia stared down at her hands remembering what Dr. Ramon told her the year before. Her life, at least as she knew it was coming to an end. There was no other chance for her to take or a road higher. This is the end and this is how it ends.
"Last year when you told me I had lymphoma, you said I had at most two years left if I didn't find a donor. And here we are exactly one year later and I'm sitting in the same spot still without a donor. I've brought you everyone there is to test and none of them are even a half match. I've worked through the grief and the anger part of dying and I'm prepared for it. That doesn't mean that I'm giving up though. So if your estimate is correct, I have at least another year to live. So in that time, I'm going to fight like hell to get what I need done. Go ahead on the donor registry and see if you get something Dr. Ramon. I'll continue with the chemo and see what goes from there."
"At least you aren't giving up yet. I have a very strong feeling that we will find you the perfect match."
Olivia shook hands with the doctor and headed out to the parking garage. She'd met with Dr. Ramon a little over a year before when she started itching all the time but more so when she had a glass of red wine each night. After the tests were done he told her that she had lymphoma and at most two years to live.
She took off down the street to her favorite restaurant just outside NYC. After ordering her food she looked around watching the people enjoy their seemingly normal lives, one she wished she had. Her so called fiancé hadn't been around in weeks or bothered to call her at all. But she hadn't tried to contact Edison either. With her job she was too busy to keep up with his events. After a few minutes her ringing phone brought her back to the real world.
"Olivia Pope," she answered to the unknown caller.
"In ten years you've had to change your number five times? Avoiding someone? I hope it isn't me," the man asked.
"Hi, hello, how are you? That seems like the more appropriate way to start a conversation. Or did we throw that out the window too, Cyrus?"
She could hear him laugh at her, making her smile for the first time in days. "Hi, how are you?"
"Still breathing, and you?"
"I'll be better if you have lunch with me tomorrow. I'll be in New York tonight. So will you?"
If Olivia knew Cyrus at all, she knew there was always a reason behind his lunches. "And the favor this time would be?"
"Ouch, you wound me Liv. Not everything I do has an ulterior motive. Maybe I just wanted to see my favorite student while I'm in town?"
"You almost said that with a straight face didn't you? And the day you don't have an ulterior motive is the day the world ends. What time tomorrow?"
"I'll be at your office at noon."
"Fine, I'll see you then Cyrus."
Olivia hung up and finished her dinner before she decided to head home for the night. It'd been a long day for her and would be an even longer one tomorrow. With Cyrus coming and cases to prepare for, she'd have to get as much sleep as possible.
At noon exactly Cyrus walked into her office, bypassing her assistant and heading in himself. He grabbed her coat and headed down to the street with her.
With little small talk on the way, Cyrus took her out to a fancy restaurant, one of his attempts to win her over as he'd done before.
"Two shrimp scampi with the mixed vegetables and a bottle of the best red wine," Cyrus ordered for them without her seeing the menu.
"And if I don't like shrimp scampi anymore?" she asked when the waiter walked away.
"Then I'd ask what you did with my Liv. But since I know you I know you'll eat the shrimp scampi that you love. Along with the red wine that I had to pry out of your hands every night for several months. So, how are you? How's the boyfriend? Who is the boyfriend?"
"I'm… okay, Cy. Really okay. The boyfriend is now fiancé, if you can call him that. Edison and I haven't talked in a couple weeks. We're both very busy. He's running for senator and my case load is a bit heavy. Our schedules don't work together so we don't have time together. And how are you? How are the people you're with?"
Cyrus smirked, knowing Liv would know before anyone else. "There's a guy that I like."
"Like or like like?"
"I'm not playing high school games with you. He's sweet. He's a reporter on the Grant campaign." Cyrus caught the eye roll Liv gave when he said Grant. "And you don't like Grant why?"
"He's too cocky. He's full of himself. Because daddy was a senator and a governor he expects everything handed to him? If that's the way this world works, I'd like to leave it now."
"Well, this might be harder than I thought. I've been working on the campaign. He could use your…"
"No, no, absolutely not! He's running for President; he needs to fix himself before he can be President. That's his job. If he wants to be President, he has to earn in."
"So come with me and tell him what he needs to fix. Show him what he needs to do before people really vote for him. Tell him everything you don't like about him and how to fix it."
"You want me to make a fake him. I'm supposed to what? Make him electable? Make him likeable?"
"Liv, come on. Just for a little bit? Help me get him at least towards the finish line. It's between him and that Bible thumper. Work with me. We can do this together. We can make it work."
"And what do I get out of all this?"
"You get paid of course. You get to travel and spend a shit load of time with your favorite person," Cyrus smirked his answer.
"Yeah, Hilary Clinton's going to be there?"
"Still the smart ass I see. What do you say? For a month or two, come work with me?"
Olivia thought about it for a few minutes. She's dying and it'd be a good way to spend time with Cyrus before she did die. She could help make history. With her on the campaign, there's no way Grant would lose.
"On one condition," Liv added.
"Free reign. You want him elected, I want free reign to get things done. I want in on everything and nothing goes past me without approval."
"I'm in. But don't make me regret this."
Cyrus took her back to her office and waited while she told her boss that she was taking an extended leave for personal business. When she was done, Cyrus helped her pack her things and got her to the plane to head for California.
As soon as the plane landed they got off and met the car waiting for them. Cyrus got in after Olivia and sent a text that they were on their way.
When they arrived at the hotel a very excited woman came out to greet them.
"I'm so glad you're here. Cyrus has said so many wonderful things about you and I've just been dying to meet you," the brunette shouted hustling towards Cyrus and Olivia. "I just know we can win this if we work together. We're going to be best friends, I can tell!" she told Liv.
Cyrus jumped in front of Olivia blocking the woman to her. He told her to calm down and let her breathe.
"Don't scare her off. I've just got her to agree to help us," Cyrus told the lady. He stepped aside and started the introductions. "Liv, this is Mellie Grant. Mellie, this is the woman who's going to save our ass."