The Challenge

Chapter 12

Meet the Grants

Family Date Part 1

"Are you going to ask Olivia to come home with you for the games?" Stephen asks plopping down on the couch looking over at Fitz who is sitting at the kitchen counter.

"I want to but I don't think she's ready for the intensity of this type of weekend, plus she just got her hair done." Fitz pauses to think then takes another sip from his water bottle. Condensation droplets from the icy bottle drip unto his t-shirt leaving wet droplet patches.

"Come on, it's good natured competition. What's her hair got to do with anything, she can always wash and condition it again." Fitz looks at Stephen shaking his head at his friend's naïveté.

Fitz still shudders at the memory of when he got Olivia's hair wet the day after she had gone to hairdresser. It was a month or so after the wedding. His intentions were innocent, he had volunteered to wash her car at one of those self-serve places after she mentioned her car really needed a good wash. Everything was fine until Olivia made a snarky comment about his cleaning methods. At the time he thought his reaction to the good natured ribbing was justified, especially since spraying her with the hose was done in jest. Boy was he wrong. Her reaction was immediate, her sudden change in demeanor had him struggling between wanting to flee for his life and giving her an apologetic hug. It was like watching Ororo Munroe transform into Storm. Her body stiffened, her eyes turned completely black like she was possessed and steam actually radiated from her wet body. The next thing he knew he was up against the concrete stall wall with a metal sprayer pressed against his chest pinning him in place and Olivia lecturing him through gritted teeth on getting a black women's hair wet without permission. If not for the presence of possible witnesses to his homicide, given the murderous glint in Olivia's eyes, he seriously thinks she would have disemboweled him with the hose. Luckily he tempered her anger with his honest profession of how beautiful she looked with curly tresses framing her face. He refers to the infamous cringe inspiring incident as their near death date.

"Fitz are you okay? You zoned out, turned pale for minute", Stephen says with concern.

"Stephen she just spent three hours having I don't how many treatments done to her hair. The chance of her volunteering to undo all of it in a week is infinitesimal."

"I'm asking Abby to come."

"Really?"

"I find her appealing."

"Appealing huh?"

"Okay, I find her attractive and I want to get to know her better."

"And what better way than to have her riding on your back through dirt and water." Fitz punches Stephen on the arm.

"Listen, if you don't ask Olivia she'll think you're hiding something or ashamed of her. Plus, if she doesn't come home with you, I guarantee Gerry will partner you with the moonshine succubus. Think man, without Olivia you'll spend four days fending off lecherous Mellie's photo op hugs and kisses and listening to Big Gerry rehash his 21 step plan to you becoming president."

Fitz stomach roils at the thought. He groans, "Oh God no, not Mellie. I'll partner with your sister and hang out with her like I usually do."

"Kaisa has a boyfriend."

"Since when? We FaceTimed last month, she didn't mention anyone new in her life."

"He's some art blogger slash eco-artist, slash lacto-ovo vegetarian who hovers between being a progressive and a libertarian activist."

"Hmm, that's quite a resume. How did they meet?"

"At the farmer's market, of course, reaching for the last basket of organic blueberries. Their fingers grazed and when their eyes met it was love at first sight. Time froze, her breath hitched, the whole enchilada. "

"Come again", Fitz chortles in disbelief.

Stephen holds his hand up, "Swear to god. She got all lovey-dovey on the phone telling me about him." Stephen imitates his sister's voice while clutching his hands over his heart. Oh Stevie, he's wonderful, I've never met anyone like him. When we look into each other's eyes, it's like we're peering into the other's soul. We like the same foods, hate the same movies and finish each other's sentences. He's perfect and I cannot wait for everyone to meet him.

"Oh."

"Oh is right. The games are going to be his introduction to the family. According to her, he's a great guy, gets along well with everyone and is very competitive. She thinks they can win the sprint. "

"What's his name?"

"Horatio Choi."

"He's not Finnish."

"Neither are we but your family invites us every year."

"Yeah but I thought she swore the next guy she dated would be Finnish with dreamy hazel eyes and a penchant for travel."

"Pfft, that love connection idea died quick. Turns out the website, date-a-finn dot com was a scam. She should have known better. Unless there's a calendar out there for hot Finnish males I'm unaware of, there's probably not a high demand for a Finnish dating service. No offense."

"None taken. " Fitz grabs an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. He shows it to Stephen, who nods yes. Fitz tosses him an apple, then takes a seat at the opposite end of the couch.

"So who is this Horatio Choi guy? Why does his name sound familiar?"

"Remember the mixed media installation at the MOMA depicting the four horsemen of the environmental apocalypse. That was his work."

"No way," Fitz grins with inner delight. "The one with Big Gerry tongue-kissing the harlot of oil on a white stallion covered in dollar sign shaped boils, the president slashing the EPA with a to-hell-with-the environment sword riding bareback on a donkey, and McConnell and Graham ripping a text book on global warming in two riding sidesaddle on balding shetland ponies wearing vests emblazoned with ignorance, stupidity and greed?"

"Yeah, that would be the one."

"Oh brother, if this guy crosses paths with Gerry, don't bank on an invite next year or any year after that. Every interview Gerry gave last year began with a question about the Choi piece. Gerry hates the guy with a passion. He even called the guy a talentless pop culture puppet for left wing fanatics bent on returning the Unites States to kerosene lamps, horse drawn carriages and ice box coolers. The games are the one social event Gerry considers strictly a friends and family affair. Choi is no friend. What is Kaisa thinking? Does Choi have any idea what he's walking into?"

"I gave up long ago trying figure out my sister. My dad is so pissed he's ready to disown her and mom is trying to play diplomate. Maybe you can talk some sense into her."

"I'll try, I don't need Olivia's introduction to the Grants tainted by unnecessary drama. There's enough craziness to go around without uninvited political oneupmanship."

"Let's grab a pizza then head over to their apartment. We can extend the invitations together."

"Sounds good."

"Home as in California? Olivia asks surprised, taking their plates from the table."

"Initially we planned to skip the competition this year but my father is insistent. Ignoring him runs the risk of him showing up unannounced here to deliver a lecture on family obligation, networking, and my political future with she who makes my skin crawl. "

"You mean Mellie, the snob-ette from the hotel at Candace's wedding?" Olivia places the dirty plates in the sink, then returns to her seat next to Fitz.

"That would be her. I'm sure my dismissal sent her straight to my father all sniffles and crocodile tears. She probably told him some exaggerated tale of woe and humiliation. My father thinks Mellie is just what I need to navigate the righteous path to political glory."

Olivia nods. "Got it, thanks to Mellie, Grant senior will see me as Delilah trying to rob Samson of his power, thereby taking take an instant dislike to me. Mellie will play the long-suffering repentant ex-girlfriend who is misunderstood by you the bewitched hero. Desperate to curry favorite from your parental unit, she'll be nauseating sweet and try to cozy up to you all weekend every chance she gets. Sounds like fun. I'm game if you are Grant," Olivia says with complete confidence. "When do we leave?"

Shocked, Fitz asks, "You want to go? You want to participate in the competition?"

"Grant, I told you I wanted to meet your family. If I don't participate, Mellie will end up with her hairy legs wrapped around you and your father will think I'm a temporary distraction. Unless I'm misreading where this relationship is going, I'm your endgame, case closed. No better time than the present to put everyone on notice."

Fitz moves to stand in front of her. He pulls her up from the chair and tilts her chin up to make eye contact.

"I assure you, you haven't misread anything. You Ms. Pope knocked me for loop, changed me, my life and have shown me a future I never imagined possible. You are no temporary distraction. You are my here and now and chosen future."

Stephen and Abby raise their eyebrows surprised by the revelation.

Olivia blushes. Moved by the sentiment, she gives him a tender kiss.

"Plus, let's face it, your family adores me. And if we break up your father will remove one or more of my vital organs and return them to me gift wrapped in mason jars. "

"Damn straight! Never cross a Pope."

"Seriously though, you are okay with getting sweaty, dirty and possibly bruised? There will be no saving your new hairdo."

"Clearly Grant you don't know me as well as you think. Yes, I enjoy pampering myself and intellectually challenging games, but I also enjoy contact sports and sticking it to arrogant, snobbish, pompous conceited people who underestimate me and my abilities. Besides, you told me you like my hair curly. Were you lying to avoid me using the water hose as a rectal probe?"

Probe reference aside, Fitz is in awe of his woman. Olivia has no problem walking into the lion's den to defend their relationship. Then again why is he surprised, having Eli and Maya as parents, and Minnie as a grandmother, Olivia is phenomenal, a remarkable force in any situation. He caresses her cheek and kisses her tenderly.

The next day, Stephen and Fitz are at Abby and Olivia apartment. Abby and Olivia are seated on the floor in front of the coffee table.

"We call it the Eukonkanto or wife carrying competition. It's part of the Finnish Heritage Festival my father sponsors each year in memory of my grandfather. The wife carrying tradition started sometime after the 1800s in Finland and commemorates a band of thieves famous for stealing food and women from of neighboring villages and carrying the women away on their backs.

"I think I've heard of this. Men carry their wives or girlfriends over an obstacle course for beer or something. "

Fitz hands Olivia his iPad with a paused YouTube video. "Yes, traditionally you win the woman's weight in beer. Our version you get a trophy and whatever prizes Gerry's manages to finagle from his supporters. Last year there were a couple of trips and a car. The entry fees are donated to charity. It's a family oriented weekend with games, lots of Finnish food and cultural immersion."

"I have no idea what's considered Finnish food so I'm eager to try everything," Olivia excitedly shares.

Abby nonchalantly asks, "Isn't that the grub they serve at IKEA?"

Fitz, Olivia and Stephen look at her as if she hurled an insult at all of them. "IKEA is Swedish," Fitz deadpans.

"Oh yeah, right. Sorry. Hey I was close. Geez lighten up people."

Several hours later

"Replay it again", Olivia says going over the video in exacting detail.

"Liv what more is there to see? The boy wonders here lug us on their backs for 277 yard over an obstacle course. What the appeal is, I don't get but it's their tradition . So when in Rome."

"I'm distinguishing the tactics of the top competitors from the runner ups. Fitz the highest you've placed is third right?"

"Yes, why is that important. I don't really compete to win, I do it for fun, to have a good time that's all. I don't need the prizes."

"Why is it important? It's important because I'm your teammate and I'm sure you've noticed I don't like to lose. When we win we can donate the prize."

"Umm, yes we've noticed". Stephen and Abby murmur in agreement.

"Excuse me!" Olivia glares at her friends.

"What? Abby feigns. "We didn't say anything. I'm going to the kitchen, anyone want another beer, soda, water?" Abby is desperate to escape watching another Eukonkanto video. Stephen volunteers to help, equally anxious to escape.

"Okay a 100 meter dash takes less than 10 seconds, 100 meters equals 91 yards, the course is 253 meters...multiply by 1.0936 equals 277 yards."

"Olivia I'm not a sprinter so you can stop calculating wind, speed, weight factors. My best time was 78 seconds."

Olivia pulls up average winning times for Eukonkanto competitions. "Not bad but you can do better. How much did your previous partners weigh?" Fitz doesn't bother to answer seeing the intensity of Olivia's focus on the video.

Abby and Stephen return with drinks and snacks.

Ready to move on from videos and winning times analysis, Fitz closes the iPad cover preventing Olivia from finding another video.

"Hey I was …" Olivia objects.

Fitz interrupts, "Time to move on Pope. Now there are three ways I can carry you. Fireman style across the shoulders, piggyback or Estonian style. That's the most popular. We've always run the race piggyback or fireman style. Usually the winners run Estonian style.

"Let me get this straight, if we want to win, we need to traverse the obstacle course with me on your back hanging upside down with my legs over your shoulders and my face bouncing against your rear end."

"You get to wear a helmet. I don't."

"Is that your selling point? You're not the one who can be dropped on their head at any moment."

"You've watched the videos, it's not that bad. We're fortunate, your petite build is perfect for this event. Stephen and Abby are at a disadvantage because of her height."

"Hey, height is not a disadvantage, it's weight. Abby is svelte, we're good, real contenders", Stephen defends.

"How much do you weigh Pope?"

"Why?"

"Because you have to weigh at least 108 pounds or they'll make you wear weights."

"Dang it. 105 the last time I weighed myself. Where do I carry the extra weight, wrists, ankles?"

"You wear a vest."

"Shouldn't be too intrusive. Okay. What about you?"

"There's no weight requirement for the men."

"Hmm."

"What? I can hear the gears turn in your head?"

"You are going on a diet this week."

"Me why?"

"Look if I'm going to have my face pressed against your ass, you better be damn certain flatulence isn't a factor. So no dairy, broccoli, cabbage, Brussels spouts, asparagus, coke, diet coke, root beer, Dr. Pepper etc. No gas producing food all week. Go easy on the carbs too." Olivia uses her index finger on one hand to count off the forbidden foods list on the fingers of her other hand.

"Same goes for you Stephen. Male farts are toxic and may knock me unconscious if I catch a whiff."

Stephen takes exception. "Come on, the course is only two minutes, three minutes tops if you don't get stuck at the water feature."

"We're taking no chances. Cut the gassy foods and we're bring a bottle of Beano for added protection."

"Now beat it, we need to study and finish two papers before we leave for the weekend." Olivia points to the door and Abby stands to ushers the two out.

Fitz and Stephen kiss the girls goodbye and leave the apartment a little excited. For the first time they'll be attending the festival running the race with partners they actually want to compete with.

"Do you think Olivia is serious about the food restrictions?"

"Is the Pope catholic?"

"I don't think I've ever farted during the race. Have you?"

"I don't think so. Wouldn't Kaisa have mentioned it? She's not one to hold back or miss the chance to tease us."

"Yeah, but now Olivia has planted the idea in our heads, this week we'll probably release enough gas to fuel a truck."

"I'm not changing my diet. The race is less than two minutes. I can keep my sphincter shut for two minutes." Stephen is not pleased, he hates depriving himself.

Fitz gives him a resigned look.

Rolling his eyes, Stephen caves. "Fine, we better not chance it."

Early Friday morning Olivia and Abby give their apartment a final perusal, gather their bags and make their way downstairs to wait in front of their apartment building for Fitz and Stephen to pick them up. Within minutes a luxury SUV pulls to the curb and Fitz steps out.

"Ladies your chariot awaits."

Olivia is confused. "Fitz this Uber is extravagant for a trip to the airport. I thought we agreed to take an airport shuttle for twenty bucks."

"I didn't order this car my mother did. She is ecstatic I'm coming home with my girlfriend," he says with a wink, drawing her flush to his body.

"Let's go." Fitz takes Olivia by the hand to the car.

The driver, rather the chauffeur, holds the doors open, and helps Abby in while Fitz talks to Olivia. Once Abby is seat he goes to retrieve their luggage.

"I know this weekend is for meeting my family but I want this weekend, our first time away together to be about us as well. At any point, if you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable we can leave and stay at a hotel. My father can be…"

Olivia offers, "Off-putting, rude, impolite, intrusive, judgmental. Stop when I'm close Grant."

"The word I was going for is jerk. He's going to push Mellie on me every chance he gets." Olivia cuts Fitz off, placing two fingers on his lips.

"Fitz trust me I can handle anything your father throws at me. As for Mellie, I look forward to going toe to toe with her. Babe you had my back with Edison at the wedding, it's my turn to have your back with Mellie. Don't worry if she becomes too much of an irritant, she just may fall victim to a freak accident. People like her tend to be clumsy- just sayin'."

"Woman you are scary."

"Let's hope you never find out just how scary. Now let's go, the TSA awaits to frisk, x-ray and expose us to foot fungi from around the world."

They share a sweet kiss then get in the car. Before taking off, the driver, who looks like Mr. Sheffield from the Nanny, presses a button opening the panel to the minibar and another that rolls up the privacy glass.

"Liv I got to say I prefer this to a cramped shuttle van making stops to pick up other people with varying degrees of hygiene who have to climb over me." Abby leans back spreading her arms across the seat. "Oh, and can you feel it?"

"Feel what Abs? I don't feel anything."

"That's it, this is a smooth ride. Feels like I'm riding on air." She sighs contently closing her eyes.

"Hey where's Stephen?" Abby asks finally noticing his absence.

"He's picking up his contact prescription. We'll swing by to collect him."

After picking up Stephen they head to the airport. Twenty minutes later, the SUV pulls into a hanger at private airport parking in front of a sleek Gulfstream 550 jet.

"Fitz, I thought we had tickets on Delta. What is this?"

"My mom sent her family jet. I only fly commercial when someone else in the family is using it."

Olivia stands stunned. "Your mom's family? I thought your dad's family had all the money."

"Most people assume that but the Grants are no where near as wealthy as my mom's family. Come on, it's almost time to take off."

Fitz leads the still stunned Olivia to the embarking stairs. They're greeted by the flight crew. Glancing at the pilots, Olivia thinks they fit the typical pilot bill, tall, clean cut, probably named Stu, Cliff or Rod.

"Welcome aboard. I'm Captain Cliff Ramsey, this is co-pilot Rod Reynolds." Olivia smirks in her head.

"Your flight attendants today are Bev Anderson and Nicole Dalton." Bev and Nicole look like throwbacks from the stewardess era, tall, thin, impeccable makeup, wearing tight skirts, cropped jackets and shoes with heels commercial flight attendants would consider sexist, nonfunctional and hazardous.

"It's good to see you Mr. Grant, it has been awhile."

"Yes it has. How's your family?"

"Doing well, thank you for asking."

"Let me introduce my guests. Stephen you already know. And this Olivia Pope and Abby Whelan."

Captain Ramsey shakes Stephen hand, then Olivia and Abby's. "Sir, good to see you again. Ladies, it is a pleasure to meet you. I hope you all enjoy the flight."

Fitz answers for the group. "I'm sure we will."

"Nicole will show to your seats." Everyone nods a silent thank you to the captain and follow Nicole up the stairs to the cabin.

Fitz and Olivia ascend the stairs hand in hand.

Nicole's hips sway like a pendulum with enough kinetic force to knock over a fully stocked public library bookcase. Olivia and Abby take note, this chick i up to something.

They settle into taking their seats. Olivia silently surveys her surroundings. Abby on the other hand, giddily plays with all the control buttons and light switches on her seat. The seats are upholstered in buttery soft beige leather and the interior cabin is paneled in rich mahogany. There is a bedroom with a full bathroom in the rear of the jet, a normal sized half bath in the 18 seat cabin area, a fully stocked bar and a state-of-the-art galley.

"Mr. Grant is there anything I can get you before we take off?" She winks at Fitz , making no effort to be surreptitious. Olivia eyes narrow. Fitz pays no attention.

Fitz hearing no requests answers, "No we're fine, thank you."

"Very well, please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for departure."

Olivia pinches Fitz's arm. "Ow!, What was that for?"

"For being clueless. If I was sitting closer I'd pinch you too," Abby adds.

"What?"

"Did you notice she didn't ask us if we wanted anything? Olivia says amazed Fitz is unaware.

"The question was directed to the group, come on."

Abby mimicking Nicole, stands up, leans over the table dividing the seats, bats her eyes, and whispers, "Mr. Grant is there anything I can get you before we take off?"

"And she winked at you too, even though you've been holding Olivia's hand for gee, I don't know, Liv what would you say? Like entire the time we've been here." Abby says sarcastically.

"Fitz you are seriously going to sit here and tell me you didn't notice come fly with Barbie was overtly flirting with you?"

"Olivia I'm with you. I have you. I care for you. Why would I notice her?"

"Fitz," Olivia sighs, her irritation immediately vanquished. "Sometimes you are too incredibly sweet for words Grant." Olivia pulls him by neck into a lingering passionate kiss in full view of everyone including a nosy Nicole.

"Okay, okay enough. Take it the bedroom when we reach cruising altitude. Me and Abby are not voyeurs."

"Speak for yourself buddy. I have never seen my friend this uninhibited, no telling what kinkiness will ensue amongst the clouds in this ritzy pressurized cabin".

Olivia laughs, releasing Fitz from their lip-lock.

"Girlfriend huh?"

"What?"

"Earlier, you told your mom I'm your girlfriend. Grant are you putting an official label on our relationship?"

"I think it's common knowledge among those who matter."

"True, it is among those who matter."

"Think about it, your family has considered me your boyfriend from day one. We're simply making it official with my family."

"What does your family know about me? Have you told them anything about me?"

"My mom knows about you, she has for awhile now. The woman is an expert in offspring interrogation. She says she can tell by the inflection in my voice if I'm trying to hide something."

"Was I secret?

"At first yes. Like you I wasn't prepared to answer any questions about why was I spending so much time with you visiting your family, attending weddings and birthday parties. Let's face it on the surface those actions were a clear indication of more than a friendship." Fitz squeezes Olivia's hand seeing a flicker of sadness in her eyes.

Abby marking Olivia's reaction reminds her, "He has point Liv. Technically you lied to your family about who he was."

"I know, I know. You're both right. I'm being irrational. I was the one setting limits, putting up obstacles, demanding secrecy."

"You wanted me to earn you."

"Subconsciously, I guess I did."

"I won the challenge when I won you."

"Don't get crazy. The challenge isn't over. We're neck and neck point-wise I think."

"What do you mean, this is strictly a success or failure deal determined by all four signatories to the agreement. Have I successfully met the conditions set forth in our agreement, absolutely. Have I scored anything less than a 97…no."

"Oh contraire mon cher. I do recall one date not achieving the usual 97 or higher score."

"Olivia…"

"Fine. That date is null and void."

Abby curious says, "Liv you never mentioned a nullified date."

"And she never will again. Isn't that right Olivia."

"Yes, my lips are sealed."

"Now we definitely have find out what happened." Abby nudges Stephen.

An hour into the flight the friends are enjoying expensive champagne, delicious cheeses and fresh fruit.

Olivia turns to Fitz. "Is there anything I shouldn't do or say to make sure I don't inadvertently insult someone?"

"There are only two faux pas when it comes to Finns. Be on time and never say something you don't mean. Finns hate tardiness. It's considered rude.

"Got it. Be on time for breakfast, lunch and dinner. What was the other thing? Never say something you don't mean, even if you think you're being polite. Don't make promises you have no intention of keeping. For example, don't say let's do lunch when you come to town because they will expect you to make time to have lunch with them when they come to town. Don't say you like something because you're afraid of hurting someone's feelings. Be honest, if something is not to your taste or preference state so. Being phony is frowned upon. There's even a word for it, vieraskorea."

Bev comes by to remove the food trays and champagne glasses. "Today for lunch you the option of filet mignon, cajun crab cakes or pan seared barramundi with scallops. And of course your choice of varietal wines." Everyone orders, Bev hands them hot towels and returns to the galley.

Later, Nicole returns with the meal trolley. Gone is her jacket, her blouse is open to the third button, her stringy extensions are a little curlier and the combined smell of hairspray and perfume precede her arrival by five seconds. She quickly collects everyone's towels and tosses them in the lower bin of the cart. She sets up everyone's place settings, accidentally on purpose dropping Fitz's fork, so she can squat down to show off her silicone 36DDs. Abby and Olivia mouth, "desperate and thirsty" to each other, shaking their heads. Stephen coughs, trying not to gag on the hair fumes and Fitz casually covers his nose.

Nicole begins to undercover the plates.

Not wanting her scent to mix with the food, Fitz starts, "Nicole."

Smiling in a way she thinks is seductive but everyone else finds comical, she chimes "Nicki, Mr. Grant, remember. Call me Nicki."

"Nicole, no need to remove the plate covers, we'll do it ourselves."

"Okay, she opens the wine and attempt to pour."

Fitz takes the bottles from her hands. "Better to let these breath for a few minutes. We'll pour. Thank you. You can head back." Fitz smiles politely. Nicole takes his smile as code for "see you later."

"Of course sir. " She turns to leave but turns around abruptly. "Sorry to interrupt, I almost forgot. The bedroom has fresh linen, the bathroom is restocked with a variety of new toiletries should you (she drags out you), or your guests care to freshen up later. The medicine cabinet has pain relief medication, as well as sleep, and allergy medicine if anyone has a need."

Fitz just nods in response.

Olivia turns to Fitz. He knows what's she's going to ask before she utters a word.

"Fitzgerald, did you join the mile high club with come fly with me Barbie?"

AN - I think I'll stop here. Mean huh? LOL.

What do you think Fitz's answer will be? Why is Nicole trying so hard?

What do you think about the Eukonkanto? Think they'll win?

Will the Grants like or loathe Olivia? Will Mellie make a scene or two or three over the weekend?

I hope you got a few laughs from this update. With all the hate, sickness and chaos bombarding each day, it has been hard to write. Well that and working long hours.

I hope you and your families are healthy and safe. At some point let's trust those who are putting money and stupidity ahead of lives and common sense will face reality. I also hold on to the hope better days are ahead and that racism continues to be exposed, punished and squelched.

If this update brighten your day let me know. I look forward to and appreciate your comments.

Stay well and stay safe Scandal fanfiction family.