"You can't be here," Olivia opened the door without a "hi" or "hello". "I don't want you here."
He seemed a bit off guard but considering what had happened between them, why should he be surprised? He had done something he knew he should not have done but never thought she would find out. Why didn't he think she'd find out? She's Olivia Pope. Of all people to find out, she would be the one. She had sources and knew her way to get what she wanted. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that she knew.
"If you let me explain please, you know I wouldn't intentionally hurt you, ever. I don't know why I did it. I was lonely, I guess," he told her.
"Isn't that what they all say? 'I was lonely. She didn't mean anything. I made a mistake.' That's what you're going to say right?"
He had this all planned out, what he would say to her. Actually thought he could predict her reaction. But he couldn't really. "It's true, I was lonely. She did not mean anything to me and I did make a mistake. I'm sorry. You know I am. How couldn't I be? But then again. You left me. You didn't want to save me, so why should I be apologizing? Because I love you. More than anything in the world. After everything, you must believe that." What else could he say or do to make her believe that?
"Amanda Tanner is in my guest room asleep. Good night Mr. President." And with that the famous Olivia Pope slammed the door in his face.
Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third, President of the United States of America, was stunned with her actions. How had he not seen that coming? He hurt her deeply and knew somewhere in his mind that she was going to do that. She'd dodge him for weeks if she had to, but he would summon her to him at the White House. He'd send Tom or Hal to pick her up and bring her to him. Anything so he could apologize face to face and make her believe that he was truly sorry.
Fitz thought if he should knock again, but he knew she would either ignore him or just slam the door again. And she had a right to. She was the love of his life that had been hurt, though she wouldn't admit it. She was angry, upset, pissed.
He stood there for another couple minutes. Hearing her pace around the living room; back and forth it sounded. Suddenly he heard a crash of glass being thrown. She was so upset she threw something? That was not the Olivia he knew, she'd never thrown anything he could think of. Fitz thought briefly about going in and checking on her, just breaking down the door, but thought better about it. She was pissed and he knew that, instead he told his Secret Service Agents, Tom and Hal, to take a seat; it was going to be an all-nighter. Outside Olivia's apartment were a couple of chairs so they could sit down and relax for a bit. Fitz sat on the floor leaning against her door. He could hear her footsteps begin again. After a while they stopped and he started drifting off to sleep.
Olivia got up at 7 that morning. Getting ready for work, she put on her black dress pants with her favorite white button up top. She put her hair in a ponytail and applied her make-up. Grabbing everything she needed she slipped on her white heels and grabbed her purse. Another day at Olivia Pope and Associates was about to begin but she could only think of Fitz showing up last night. She wanted to forgive him, more than anything. But he did something she didn't know if she could forgive him for. Cheating was something she thought she could forgive but he lied to her and that was what she couldn't forgive. Olivia Pope never put up with lying. Even from Fitzgerald. Taking a look over in the mirror next to the door, she turned the knob to open it and a thud hit the ground before her.
"Ouch!" So forcefully woken up from his uncomfortable sleep, Fitz sat up taking in the sight of her.
"You spent the night in front of my door? Unbelievable Fitzgerald. How are you going to explain this at the White House? Never mind, I don't care. It's not my problem. You're just lucky I wake up before the press corps arrives. I have to go," Olivia was surprised when she saw him.
She closed and locked the door and stepped over Fitz still sitting on the floor. Before she could get any further Fitz grabbed her left wrist stopping her. When he grabbed her wrist he heard her hiss in pain. Looking at her wrist that he was holding, he saw the open cut across the surface. Left to right. He was nervous she tried to hurt herself but it looked fresh, new. Unable to take the curiosity of it he asked. "Olivia what did you do?" Quickly she pulled her hand away from him.
"I didn't do anything and even if I did I wouldn't tell you. You need to go. I'm leaving and there's no reason for you to be here anyway," Olivia told him.
Knowing that she was lying, Fitz was not sure if he should push her. "You did, I heard the glass break. Liv, it looks really bad. Let me help you get it wrapped, we can go see the doctor at the White House and talk." Fitz pleaded with her to let him help. He just needed time to explain and he hoped she would let him. "Don't be so stubborn Liv, you're hurt and I'll help you."
"I can do that myself. I don't need you to help me. And I don't want to talk to you."
Fitz was starting to grow impatient with her. He just wanted to, needed to, talk with her. "Damn it Olivia, please. I want to tell you how sorry I am and you know I am. We can talk this out and you can decide what to do after that. Please, Livie."
Olivia was hesitant at first, but she remembered what a determined man Fitzgerald Grant the Third was. "Fine, let's go inside. We'll fix this."
"I can't talk to you in there, Amanda's in there."
Olivia turned her head away from him. "She's not here."
Fitz was confused. "You said she was here last night and I've been here all night. She…" Olivia cut him off.
"I lied. How else was I going to get you to leave? She's not here but she is my client. But she's…"
"She's what? On her way here? Or on her way to your office? What Liv?"
"She's missing." Olivia unlocked the door and let Fitz in.
"What do you mean she's missing? Liv what the hell is going on?" Fitz walked into the living room and saw the spilled wine from the bottle she threw. "YOU threw WINE! OLIVIA POPE THREW WINE!"
"It was the closest thing I had. I was a bit pissed." Liv went into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit then came over to Fitz. "Are you going to help me or not?"
Fitz started to clean up her cut. Not sure where to start with the conversation he just began. "I love you. All the excuses in the world can't make you forgive me but I am sorry. And it is not a reason or an excuse that I was lonely or she didn't mean anything. But it's true; she didn't mean anything to me. She was there and it was one time. I swear on Jerry and Karen. Amanda was a mistake. She was barely even a one night stand. I was drunk and I missed you. Work with me Liv. I need you with me. You crashed my world when you left me and I need you. There's no excuse for what I did, I'm hoping you can forgive me. Come back to me, sweet baby."
"Well, you are right; there is no excuse. You knew why I had to leave. It killed me to do it, but I had to. I know you love me but there's nothing we can do about that. You are the President and it's going to be that way. We worked so hard to get you here and it's what you have to do." She looked at Fitz cleaning her wound. It was sweet how he helped her with her injury. Being soft and gentle with her. "It's not the cheating that pissed me off. We weren't together and I understand that. It's that you looked me in the eyes and lied to me. That I mistrusted my gut because I thought you would never lie to me. I could forgive the cheating but we weren't together so you don't need my forgiveness."
Fitz caught her every word. He knew that lying was a deal breaker for Olivia. No matter how little, a lie was a lie. "I was too ashamed to tell you the truth. I know why you left; I should have left with you. I get that you wanted to leave. I am sorry that she did that. And I like being President and all that. Thank you so much for helping me get here. But if it means that I can't be with you, then I don't want it. You know I don't want it too. Why should I stay when I can be happy with you?"
"Cyrus insists that some men aren't meant to be happy, that they're meant to be great. He thinks you were meant to be great. It just means you have to be unhappy for a while. We've discussed Vermont but that's going to have to wait. You need 8 years in the White House to get things done and make this country even greater than it is. You're going to do great things and I'll be fixing every mess you make on the way. I love you and it's just going to take a while for us to get to where we want to be. Vermont is…"
"I built us a house up there. So don't you dare say it's a dream. You can make jam and run OPA from there if you want. It's a big house, enough room for everyone, and you and me will spend the rest of our lives there. Livie, if you deny us Vermont then we'll be nothing. We've been working on this plan for 2 years. I need you to stay with this. With me. I'll divorce her now and stop being President. I don't want it. I want you and our life together. We can't keep putting other's happiness in front of our own. I can't be happy unless I'm with you. And you, well, I'm not sure which makes you happier, me or wine," Liv laughed at his little joke. He was trying to lighten the mood and she was happy about that. They had some intense conversation already and she knew he was going to be serious soon. "I have resignation papers in my desk signed. And whether or not you agree to be with me I will file them. But I'm hoping you will be with me. I can do anything with you by me. Together, you and me, can change this country for the better. I'm tired of pretending to the world that she and I are happy. It's a complete lie. I'm not even sure why you put up with it. Olivia Pope does not help liars. Yet, the Olivia Pope helped me get elected in an awful marriage and helped me lie to the United States citizens about how happy a marriage we were in. Olivia I'm going to be with you. I'm filing those papers and I'll stop being President of this amazing country and stop lying to America about her. She and I will divorce and I'll be freely able to be with you."
Olivia watched Fitz closely, seeing if the truth was what he was saying. She knew he wanted to be with her and her with him. But America wanted Fitz and Mellie. They never asked for Fitz and Olivia. They barely knew Olivia existed. "Fitz, I want to be with you. And I will be, but you can't stop being President. America needs you. We will work it out. I'll fix it. If you want to divorce Mellie, I will help you with that. Don't file those papers, burn them. If you truly want me as your First Lady then I'll make it happen. I'm sick of looking at the news and seeing you with her in the pretend smile and her threatening to say anything about you and me. I'll find enough ammunition to fuel the fire and you can be divorced, it that's what you want."
Fitz leaned in and kissed her hard. "That's all I want Livie, you've always been my First Lady and it's time we make it official. Now, I know this isn't exactly a good time to discuss this, but earlier you said that Amanda was something? Is she on her way here? Where is she?"