"Cyrus...I killed Olivia Pope."
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"Mr. President? Are we going to war?" Cyrus asks. They are all in The Situation Room awaiting word to go to war. Andrew, the Vice president, is sitting next to The President awaiting an answer.
Fitz looks up from staring at his hands, his thoughts racing. I love her, I need her, I would fight the world and slay dragons for her. But I can't risks soldiers lives to get her back. Forgive me Liv.
Fitz stood, buttoned his suit jacket, took a deep breath and stared his comrades in their faces before answering. "No. No war." He cleared his throat and walked out of the room. Leaving Andrew and Cyrus stunned.
Shit! he was supposed to say yes, he loves her, he was supposed to got to war and I was supposed to get what I was promised! He is fucking up my plan! I have to change his mind. Andrew was livid, but he couldn't show it on the outside. No one could know he was involved in the kidnapping of Olivia. It would be the end of his legacy before he even had one.
Cyrus sat there stunned. He didn't choose Olivia. He didn't choose her, and as proud as he thought he would have been he was sad. Olivia would be dead within the hour. His friend, the god mother to his daughter would be dead in 57 minutes. He should have pushed harder for him to go to war. He should have told Mellie to push harder. Fucking Andrew...it's his fault, Andrew has to pay. He will avenge Liv's death. even if it kills him.
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I can't believe it. I said no, my heart said 'yes', my brain said 'no' and I said 'no'. Fitz looked at his watch 9:05am. In 55 minutes the love of his love, his soul mate, his Livvie will be dead and it's all his fault. Fitz dropped his head onto his desk, and let the tears fall.
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Olivia watched Ian pace back and forth with his thumb nail in his mouth as he spoke to himself in a quiet tone. "What do you want Ian?"
He stopped pacing. "What?"
Olivia sat up straighter, ran her hand through her tangled hair, licked her lips and put on her Olivia Pope face. "What. Do. You. Want?" She stared him in his eyes as she began to stand. "Do you want money, power,fame,a place in in office? What. Do. You. Want?"
Ian looked at her with a sly grin, walked over to her and pulled her closer to his body. He bent his head to whisper in her ear. "I want...a war. I want power, and when this is all over, before I kill you I want a taste of what you give The President." He licked his lips and kissed Olivia's ear. He stepped away and went back to pacing. "But until then, I want that damn phone call."
Olivia shuddered inside from his kiss to her ear. She wiped the remnants of his kiss from her ear and tried to gather her thoughts. How the hell can I get out of this?
Ian's cell phone rang andhe answered on the second ring. "What?" His smile quickly turned to a look of disbelief before facing Olivia and smirked at her. "I understand." He hung up the phone, looked at Olivia, then threw his cellphone towards Olivia, She ducked as hit hit the wall next to her and shattered by her feet. Ian stalked over to her and grabbed her by her hair. "HE SAID NO TO THE WAR! So you know what happens next don't you Ms. Pope?! I get to take your head, but not before I get some."
Olivia screamed in pain as Ian gripped her hair by her scalp. Ian began to drag her out of the cell she has been held up in. "Ian! wait! please!" Olivia screamed as she tried to pry her head out of his grip. "What?!"
"What if you sell me on the black market? You may not get your right now, but if someone buys me, someone with power. Like Cuba, North Korea, Iran...say they buy me. Imagine the kind of power they will have over America. I have a level 5 clearance with the government. That means they will do whatever they need to, to make sure their secrets are kept safe. Imagine the wars, the money, the power you will have by knowing who brought me." Olivia huffed, trying to get it all out before Ian killed her.
Ian looked at her, smiled and released her hair. "Olivia, get cleaned up. You my dear are being sold."
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Cyrus walked into The Oval and watched Fitz for a minute. He walked over to his friend and gripped his shoulder. Fitz lifted his head from his desk and looked at his watch. 9:59:59. A tear fell onto his watch as the hour struck.
"Cyrus...I killed Olivia Pope."
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