A/N: Okay, so I'm back with the reboot. End Game is still Olake, so no worries.

Summary: The summary basically goes along with the title with a lot of the premises from the last story, Two Lines in the Sand, that I decided to convert over into this one. Olivia said she needs fixing. Everyone on this show needs fixing. Olivia has a lot going on and two months on an island was definitely not enough time for Olivia to begin to fix her issues, as evident by the fact that she is back in D.C doing the same old stuff and soon to be people. This story will basically be about Olivia and her redeemable supporting cast working through their issues and actually trying to find happiness while also dealing with a huge repercussion from her time on the island that will throw things even more off balance and make it more terrifying causing her to reach out to someone from her past for help, which may or may not help the situation.

P.S. If you are one of those annoying Olitz people that have nothing but empty hate to spill towards anyone with a difference of opinion from you I am officially considering this a No Flex Zone. We do not carry troll feed and we don't sell soap boxes, so unless you have something fruitful to contribute, rather it be a respectable opinion, constructive criticism, or just your thoughts on the story or the show please feel free to do so. I realize not all the Olitz people are psychotic, and some of them may even be able to stomach an Olake fic so basically if you are of reasonably sane mind you are welcome, other wise you will be ignored. I mean because really...really? How off do you have to be to attack real people over a television show and then expect that strangers care about your judgement of them. I said it before and I'll say it again, people are crazy. But enough of my babbling, enjoy the story and leave a review at the end!

It was getting dark. God, she had let hours of her life go by sitting in the corner of her bedroom crying, lamenting over what could be, or what she felt should have been. She wanted to get up off of the floor, but she felt like she didn't deserve to. How in the hell had she gotten caught up in this affair and constantly found herself on the losing end? It hadn't started off like this. No, it had started off as a spontaneous fling with some emotions which she could only describe as lust at the time. It had been equally as wrong when it started, seeing as how he was then and is now currently married. But it had been fun, it had been her thing. It was what she did when it came to men and getting her metaphorical rocks off. She had managed to stay away from married men for the most part and she had never let herself fall too hard for them, and had definitely never let herself fall for them more than they had fallen for her.

The point was she had been independent since the day her father had sent her off to that boarding school, two years after her mother had died. Well, fake died anyway, though she didn't know that at the time. No her poor little twelve year old self had spent countless nights crying herself to sleep and wondering how the hell she was going to survive without her mother, especially since her father had suddenly done a one eighty on her. Though now looking back on it maybe they both had made a ninety degree change, only in the opposite direction. But he was supposed to be the father, the adult in the situation. He was supposed to have handled it better than he had, better than she had. It was normal for a twelve year old girl to lash out after losing her mother, and it was normal for a father to lose control for a little while, but at some point the scare of further loss and loss of control was supposed to make said father start getting things back in line, but nope, not her dad. He was far too stubborn for that, and to think back on it now, he had had access to her mother this entire time, so he definitely should have been able to handle things a little bit better than her no matter how devastating the truth was compared to the lie that he had forced her to live. But he wouldn't admit to his mistakes and he would not concede to a fourteen year old about to start high school still figuring out how to grow up into a young woman without her mother or any other female figure there to help guide her, or any male figure for that matter as they had never been more withdrawn from each other as they had been the day she had left to attend that boarding school.

'Fine!' she had thought as any rebellious teenager would have. He didn't have to want her around, because she didn't need him. She had never needed him as far as that sassy little teenage girl was concerned. What had he ever done for her anyway? She could find no valid answer to that question at the time.

She closed her eyes as another tear rolled down her cheek. Her life was so screwed up. She never had a freaking chance. Her hand slowly caressed her stomach, willing it to soothe as she felt a little nauseous. Her emotions were starting to overwhelm her again. She curled in further on herself, as she lay on the pillows on the floor in the corner of her progressively darkening bedroom. What the hell was wrong with people anyway? Why did they decided to have kids then do shit, well were already doing shit, that was not compatible with being a good parent or raising a child into a mentally and emotionally healthy adult. She willed her thoughts away from that subject as they were hitting too close to home given her current situation.

But she had gone to that boarding school, and there had been a lot of pleading and crying that day. But she had not let him see her shade a single tear, not one. She had rolled her eyes, flicked her recently straightened hair and stalked away from that car, pulling the last of her personal things behind her and never looking back. She had vowed at that moment, never to be dependent on him again or anyone for that matter unless it was on her terms. And though at fourteen with a strained relationship with her only living parent or adult relative, she didn't have much resources, she did have a tight little teenage body, a fierce, outgoing, confident attitude along with a will to survive and succeed, and a brain in her head that allowed her to think, or manipulate if need be, her way through anything that the previous things weren't able to get her through, which were slim to none at that age, considering the things a teenage girl strives to be.

She had quickly become one of the 'it' girls of the school which was weird because she didn't necessarily hang with the most popular girls at the school and tried to keep an open mind towards the outcasts, considering she had felt like she had been outcast from her home and her previous life. But she had taken the richest, most popular girl's boyfriend and did not take any shit from 'the pops' as she remembered calling them. Within no time she had gathered her own following, a group of girls that had been considerably rich, even if not as rich as the pops and in her opinion even hotter than them.

Liam. That had been his name. Her first boyfriend. A boy she had stolen from Alex, the head bitch in charge before she had arrived. He was seventeen and was the son of a U.S. ambassador. His grandfather had founded a company, that currently wasn't quite in the fortune five hundred back then, but had slowly been making its way towards just that, and had eventually succeeded. Yes, she had stolen Liam from Alexandria, though she had been oblivious that she was doing so at the time, as she was just beginning to get acquainted with her sexual prowess and the power she could have over people, especially stupid boys that were crippled by their inability to think straight as soon as they say something that could possibly qualify as acceptable for them to hop in the sack, or up against the outside wall of the northern most building on campus, with. He had been rich and he had lavished her with gifts. The first time was by accident. She had been stressed and he had noticed her distraction when he had tried to have sex with her for the second time in their relationship, and the second time in her life. She had told him that she had run out of money in her funds and refused to call her father and ask him for more money as he had adamantly told her that the money he had sent her at the beginning of the semester was to the last her that entire semester. Two days later she had found her account positive five hundred dollars and had wondered what the hell had happened until she had talked to Liam later on that afternoon. After that, she had found her account being credited five hundred dollars every two weeks throughout the length of her relationship with Liam, which lasted until he graduated and a little while after. She may have been only fifteen at the time, but she was definitely not stupid enough to let a good thing go once she had it. But Liam had graduated and though the money was good, she had missed the companionship and that push-pull feeling of a relationship, even though she knew she would win the tug-o-war most of the time. So, by the time the beginning of her sophomore year rolled around she had dropped Liam, and picked up Michael.

He was fun, one of the newly minted seniors, rich parents, on his way to inheriting their fortune and their place in the business world. He wasn't as mature as Liam had been, and he irritated her more often than her first boyfriend but that was okay, because this is where she was truly introduced to her wild side. And that side of her became more prominent over the next few years of her life. This was the side that most of her friends, including Abby loved about her in their younger years.

Abby. She just could not help but to push people away. It seemed that she was not meant to hold on to a somewhat healthy relationship for a prolonged period of time. She was surprised she had had Abby as long as she had seeing as how that was the healthiest relationship she was in at the time, but now even that was in jeopardy. Not that they had never had a fight over their ten plus year friendship. They had had some knock down drag out fights, especially in law school before they had learned which punches to pull and what hits to take when it came to each other. But they had never come remotely close to consciously abandoning each other in the shark infested waters that was Washington D.C. They had effectively left each other to fend for themselves and it seemed that each had found successes and failures in doing so. The truth was she was actually feeling a little guilty for leaving so suddenly like she had. She knew that the people she surrounded herself with depended on her, but it was hard holding everyone else up when you had faulty foundations to begin with. She needed to get away…

After the break up with Michael, there had been Chris, and then Ryan, and after that she had just decided it better, and more fruitful to not make a monogamous commitment to anyone for a while. After all, she could still get what she needed from them without being their official girlfriend, whatever that meant in high school. She picked and chose what she wanted from each. Some were really smart and good to study with and they helped to keep her focused so she could get out of that god forsaken place in the middle of the woods somewhere, though she was sure that location afforded unique opportunities to get in trouble when compared to other schools. Some of those situations turned out pleasant, some of them… not so pleasant. Others were good for conversation that was not related to school. Then there were those who had the outside connections to get what they would call contraband. Some were great as sex, others for status, monetary funds, or whatever else her devious teenage mind could think of at the time.

By the second half of her high school career she had realized that she liked to party. She really liked to party. And being on a secluded campus with a bunch of ridiculously rich and privileged teenagers overcome by hormones and stupidity, with no parents around and too many of them for the school staff to keep adequate tabs on, there were numerous opportunities to party. Her junior year also came with a nice surprise of having her best friend joining her at the school. Anna was three years younger than her, just making the birth date cut off to be two years behind her in school. She and Anna had grown up down the block from each other and the girl was also one of her only blood relatives that she knew of. They were related through her father and Anna's mother, who were sister and brother. She barely remembered Anna's mother as the woman had died during childbirth, but figured her to be her father's only living relative as she could not remember meeting anyone else from his side of the family. Anna's father, Joseph had then moved closer to them as he found taking care of a new born, working, and grieving the lost of his wife to be overwhelming. It was supposed to only be temporary but they had stayed close, and she was sure Anna's father had gotten involved with B6-13 probably through her father. She and Anna had been extremely close as the younger girl looked up to her as a big sister and she took a protective caring attitude towards her, behaving as a good older sister would. And low and behold, the girl had followed in Olivia's footsteps of being a little too independent and rebellious for her father to deal with and was sent to the school.

The girl was a little more innocent and reserved than Olivia at that time, but that was mostly in part due to Olivia herself shielding her when she could from the ills of the world which she was quickly becoming privy too, at least she thought, because she really had no clue at sixteen how evil the world could be, but she was starting to get the picture.

Anna had quickly joined Olivia's already established group of friends and had picked up partying with the group also. She also had some friends her age, mostly due to her roommate Heather. The girls had partied, a lot. And that year was one of the first times that she remembered failing Anna.

She felt bile rise in the back of her throat at the thought and figured she had a little too much emotions flowing through her at the time for the small being trying to exist inside of her to handle. She quickly rose from the floor, at the last second fighting off the urge to vomit right there and lay in it for the remainder of the night.

After expelling the liquids of her stomach, she slowly made her way to her closet to pull out some clothes. It was just dinner with her father, any old thing would do she decided. If she was honest, Mellie's wardrobe for the past couple of months was beginning to looking pretty enticing right about now.

She pulled out a silk powder blue shirt with buttons half way down the front with some black pants that were designed to be a little baggy in the waist, which was actually great for her slightly larger than normal midsection. She pulled on a black cardigan to hide the bright blue that certainly did not match her mood. She wanted to be dressed in all black, to go unnoticed under the recently darkened sky. She pulled on some black boots, grabbed her bag and headed out of the door, put on the façade that she always showed to everyone else and fighting off the will to retreat back to the corner of her bedroom.

She sat at the table unknowingly staring at the plate of food in front of her. First it had started out as fear of vomiting all over the dinner table at just the smell that caused her to stare at the roasted duck as if she was waiting for it to move, but that thought had long left her mind as her mouth actually began to water at the aroma given off by the meal that sat in front of her. Still she had been lost in other thoughts, and she had not even noticed that she had still been staring and not eating.

"What's the matter, Olivia? Did I pick the wrong wine?" her father's voice broke her from her stare off with the duck breast on her plate.

She jumped and forced a smile as her eyes veered in the direction of the intruding voice. "What?" she asked, not having heard what he had actually said, but only responding to her name.

"The wine," he pointed out, "you haven't touched it."

She looked at the wine and blinked, the smile disappearing from her face as she hesitantly picked the glass up and sat it further away from her. "Not really in the mood for wine tonight," she had responded. To which her father feigned exaggerated shock.

"Oh," he stated, his eyes going wide. "Well considering you've been even quieter than usual tonight, which I didn't think was possible, whatever it is that's bothering you must really be serious."

Again she just looked at him, blinked once. God she wanted so badly to have somebody to divulge this stuff to. But the man in front of her really was not an option. No matter how far her and her father's relationship had come from where it had once been, she still did not feel comfortable being vulnerable with him. And Jake, the current subject that was bothering her so much, was of no help as his voice rang in the back of her mind reminding her not to trust her father. God she really wished he was here right now. He seemed the only one willing to be truthful with her, and she had to admit that he was a lot better at reading the sick twisted bastards that were B6-13, and yes that included her father, unfortunately.

A long story short, she had left her father's house feeling worse than when she had arrived. Something about their conversation didn't sit right. That had prompted a series of events that had landed her back on the floor in the dark corner of her apartment. She had called Fitz the following day, after not really being able to sleep well that night which was due to the conversation with her dad. He had clearly known something about Jake that he wasn't telling her. Cyrus was conveniently unavailable when she had called him, and Abby was clearly still working through her abandonment issues. Cyrus had shown up at her apartment just hours earlier informing her of where Jake was and why he was there, and then he had abruptly left informing her that he had never been there, and they definitely had never talked about Jake and the crimes he may or may not have committed, though everyone besides her seemed really convinced. She had then confronted her father, which had gone about as well as Cyrus's visits, but again something just didn't sit right.

There was just too much shit going on at one time. Kathryn, Jake, Fitz, her dad, Abby, the dead teenager that had gotten shot right in front of her, Huck clearly had some extra issues going on which she really didn't want to broach right now and that made her feel really guilty for removing herself again, and then there was her baby. Let's be honest, that was really the thing that was throwing all of this out of whack. Granted all the extra stuff going on with the people in her life was stressful enough and being that her current client was an old friend, made it a little more personal. She dealt with the unbalanced people every day, she could deal with their extra-ness, though it would have been great if they didn't decide to coordinate their cycles to the same time frame. At least Quinn wasn't currently giving her any troubles, she mentally crossed her fingers. But the baby thing threw everything off. Babies were supposed to bring a time of joy and excitement and bright expectations for the future, but right now, she felt confused at best.

Confusion was actually progress. She would describe her first reaction to the ultrasound picture as horror. Yeah, that was putting it lightly. She had kept it to herself, and thankfully had had a lot of distractions trying to readjust to her life in D.C after returning from the island. Then she and Jake had had this little back and forth thing that she still wasn't sure what the reason was, but she had finally decided to be the adult about it and tell him about the baby. The first night she had invited him over for dinner, she had gotten a phone call before they could even get to their food and she had chickened out and run off to rescue someone else. The thought had crossed her mind to yell out 'By the way, you're going to be a father, congratulations,' and run out of the door only to avoid his phone calls for the next few days. Thankfully she hadn't, but unfortunately she had had no clue how good that idea would become in the next few days when she could not find him. She had invited him over again for dinner, she had actually cooked the food herself. She had had all intentions of telling him about the baby that night, but he had not shown up and she had not been able to contact him since then. So now here she was, alone, surrounded by chaos, with a baby on the way, and the father was possibly about to be placed on death row for unauthorized murder, if that made sense. She was about to bring a helpless, innocent life into this chaos in the next six months or so and she would be responsible for protecting and guiding that life into something brighter than anything that she was currently surrounded by. She felt guilty, extremely guilty. She was pregnant with her first child and she felt…guilty.

This was the thought that prompted her to pick up her phone and dial a number that she rarely dialed, another thought that made her feel even guiltier if possible.

The phone rung three times before someone picked up. She honestly didn't know what to expect. She didn't expect to be turned away but it was always something going on with this girl. She started to hang up at the thought that maybe she was inviting more chaos into her life, but when she heard the voice on the other end, she was convinced of her initial plan.

"I need your help," was how she decided to greet the person on the other end. If she had learned one thing was that if anyone could help her 'handle' her family, extended family included, it was a member of said family. And it was time to pull out the big guns.

A/N: Ahh, that is the first chapter. I hope you guys are tolerant of my OC as I feel she is the type of character that is missing from Olivia's life and Scandal as a whole. I don't wan't to give too much away about her as you will come to know her better as the story goes on, I think she shares an interesting back story with Olivia but I don't want to give to much away so I'll shut up. I know I am usually intolerant of OCs but I ask you to give her a chance. I can relate if you just completely hate the idea so just let me know, but I urge everyone to give her a chance.

Again Reviews are Encouraged.