Chapter One

He had chose him. He had been his choice. Even though she didn't believe he was the right choice. The right man for the job. She had to make sure she knew every little thing about him. She had to know where his bodies were buried. He had to tell her about the skeletons in his closet. All about the secrets untold. Because he had been his choice. So therefore she had to protect him. But when Governor Andrew Nichols sat across her she had two burning questions in her mind. Why he chose such young girl to be his campaign runner and why a man like him still didn't have a Mrs. He sat across her in her office with a camera pointing directly at him.

Olivia Pope was preparing the man President Thomas Fitzgerald Grant III had chosen to be his running mate, in the elections, to be camera ready for the questions everyone had in their minds. And the people, the people were more interested in his love history than his political side.

"So you are testing me in front of an audience to what? Get my cue rating?" he asked curious.

"I'm trying to get pass your problems" said Olivia.

"I didn't know I had one" said Andrew unsure of her intentions.

"You're a playboy"

"Oh, c'mon!" Andrew looked at her hoping she was joking

"As people who date starlets and socializes and supermodels get called" said Olivia in a way to try to explain him the meaning.

"One supermodel. Plus one who was just swimsuit. And another one runaway" Andrew made sure he'd clarified his dates since she had already brought them up.

"That you even know those distinctions is a problem" how he knew such specific details were a surprise to her.

"I've also dated CEO's" Andrew never thought of himself as a playboy type so he made sure that if Olivia wanted to play the romance game she would have all the cards.

"But you don't get photographed with them. Like it or not you're pulling a shallow, commitment phobic, closed off, unreliable and therefore unelectable. So let's get started" she looked straight him the eye. She didn't think he was the right choice.

Olivia turned the camera on.

"So why haven't you settled down?" she asked the burning question.

"The truth is I love my work. And I tend to fall for women who also love their work." said Andrew.

"Let's try again" she didn't like the answer. Not even a single virgule.

"Ok. But the answer will be the same" she could ask the question how many times she wanted.

"Then we'll keep trying." something was bothering her.

"I'm telling you the truth here." he didn't want to play her games.

"Maybe you believe it. Maybe you have been telling you that lie for so long that you've forgotten the truth." she knew he was hiding something.

"Let's try this! What do you want me to say?" he was getting tired of her insinuations and her game.

"That you're gay. That you're a momma's boy. That you find the idea of monogamy naive and unnatural. That you're dating a girl young enough to be your daughter. Anything but the practice can't answer you're trying to paddle me" she couldn't take it. She could play gay, momma's boy, a not monogamy lover. She could even play with a girlfriend half of his age. She could play with everything but the answer he was giving her.

"This is ridiculous" he knew what she was after. He could feel in her tone.

"What are you afraid of? Why haven't you settled down?" she asked one more time. And he could the anger in her voice.

"I had my chance, okay! I had my chance and I lost it! I let her go. So I moved on. I married my job instead. And I take great pride in what I've done for the millions of californians who put their trust in me. And late down the lane maybe I'll get another shot at marriage. Who knows? But what I do know is that I'm not marrying somebody I don't love. And if that makes unsuitable for the Vice-President seat so be it. " he had had it enough. So now she knew. She knew the reason behind his single status. He got up from his seat. But before leaving the room he turned around and faced her "And for the record. I'm not dating her."

Abby passed by an Andrew leaving in a rush before walking into the meeting room. Olivia had just turned the camera off when the fierce redhead made her presence known.

"Are you gonna call her now?" she asked.

"No need." said Olivia as she got up from her seat.

"You're not gonna call her?!" Abby wasn't recognizing Olivia's attitude.

"No need." said Olivia, once again, as she passed by Abby.

"We don't know who she is! Or where she is from! She can be a whore,a drug addict as far as we know!" Abby started rambling in disbelief as she followed Olivia in the hall.

"Abby! She's clear!" She flipped. She had made that girl a promise long time. A promise she intended to keep.

"How can you be so sure, Liv?" Abby wasn't sure about Olivia's action. Not that she didn't trust the woman that had saved her life. She just didn't trust the girl Olivia Pope seemed so fierce to defend.

"Abby. She is clear." This time her tone was calmer than before. She need to make sure her team wouldn't go looking for answers on their own. She need to make sure that the promised she had made remained a silent pack between the two.

A dark-brown hair girl with pierce blues holding a cup of Starbucks in one hand, and a case in the other, walked to the front gate of the White House.

"Hi! I'm here to see the President." She said with a smile.

"And do you have meeting scheduled?" The security guard had never seen her face.

"Nop." She replied.

"Sorry. It doesn't work like that." Just like he thought. She was trying to pass by the front gate by charming a smile.

"Could you check the list?" She asked still smiling while she placed her cup in his window.

"The list?" The security guard acted like he wasn't aware of what she was taking about.

"Yes, the list of the people with a all-access, backstage, VIP pass. Whatever you wanna call it. Check it." She said with her eyes locking on him while searching for her wallet inside her purse.

The security guard didn't know what games she was trying to play. But he still opened up said list completely sure that her name wouldn't be on it.

"Alexandra Johnson." She said as she handed him her ID.

And just like that the front gates of the White House opened up for her.

Lauren had tried to prevent her from entering. She had even tried to announce her. But she, in her old fashion way, just barged into his office. Just like she used to.

"Mister President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, the third what a honor to finally see you behind that so famous desk!"

"Aren't you a sight for sorrow eyes!" he got from his desk and walked up to meet her.

"It's good to see you too!" she said before being having his arms wrapping her in a tight hug.

"How have you been? How is Europe? Are you coming for good?" he asked as he sat in the couch.

"Woow! So many questions!" she said before sitting next to him.

"Alex, does she know you are back?" he asked as he put an arm around her shoulders.

"I'm okay. Europe is fine. Maybe. And no, she doesn't know". she said before leaning her head against his chest.

"What are you waiting for?" but before she could reply there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." he said

"Hey Olivia! I'm sure you remember Alexandra."

"I will leave you two alone." she said before getting up from the couch. "I'm going to see her now, Fitz."

He got up from the couch, placed his hands on her shoulders "Don't be a stranger." he said before kissing her forehead.

"I won't be leaving anytime soon. I promise." she said with her eyes locked up on his.

"Olivia"

"Alex"

As soon as she left the Oval office she dialed his number.

"How did it go?" she asked as soon as she heard his voice on the other side of the line.

"It wasn't perfect." said the voice on the other side of line.

"I knew she had something up in her sleeve. But are we in?"

"Yes, we are in." said the voice on the other side of line.

"Melody Grant!" she said after hanging up her call.

"Alexandra!" she said before embracing in her arms "Alex! You are here!" Mellie couldn't believe in what her eyes were seeing.

"I'm here."

"How long are you staying? You were staying here, right?"

"If things go right four years. And I've just checked in the hotel. But I'll have dinner with you."

"Oh honey, it's good to have you back."

"It's good be to back"

"Fours years, you were saying?"

"Yes… But you will know more when time comes." she then realized she might have spoken too much too soon.

Mellie knew better than not to push Alexandra into saying something she wasn't allow to. "So tell me, how was Europe like?"

"I'll tell you all about it! But first can I meet that chubby perfect little baby that everyone keeps sending me photos of?" And with that Mellie Grant walked her to Teddy's nursery room.

President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was about to announce the name of the person who would be his new running mate in the re-election. He was waiting in the sidelines when he saw the man he had chosen to be his partner in the office.

"You're one way from Sacramento!" he said walking up behind Andrew Nichols.

"You and me both"

He had been his Lieutenant Governor back in his days at the Californian Mansion. He was more than a friend, he was like a brother to him. He was someone he knew he could rely on. Someone who wouldn't betrayed him in the same way Sally Langston did. No, Andrew Nichols was loyal. And loyalty was what he asked for.

She walked up to them. It was time. He needed to know the reason why she was back in the country.

"Alex!"

"Mister President"

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"Well…better get used to it! You're going to see a lot more of me!"

Seeing the suspected trio, Mellie decided to meet them. The fact that Alex had told her she hoped to stay in town for fours years was still ringing in her mind.

"She's working with me. She's my right arm."

"And left!" said Alex with a laugh.

"Madam First Lady, you look stunning. As always." he said as soon as he noticed her presence.

"Thank you, Andrew. And did I hear you right? You're on Andrew's team?"

"Yes, Mellie! You did." her phone started to ring. "Now, if you excuse me I got take this call."

"Be right back." said Fitz when he heard Cyrus Beene calling for him.

It was just the two of them. Alone.

"Every day for the last 12 years I've dreamed of this." he said with his eyes on the horizon.

"Being on the ticket?" she asked afraid of what his answer might be.

"Being near you again." This time he looked right into her. The world had seemed to stop. It was the two of them in that big place. Nothing else mattered. When she realized the meaning behind his words she looked back to him. He smiled when her eyes met his. He had missed those blue eyes. She couldn't take her eyes away from him while a thousand questions run into her mind.