Hi! So basically this transpired after I was rewetting season two and I wondered what would happen if Olivia had said yes to Edison, this is the story of Liv and Fitz finding their way back to each other, despite all the obstacles in their way. There will be some angst and sadness, starting pretty much now, but I promise, this is Olitz endgame. Anyway, please review, follow, favourite etc, this is my first fanfic and I am quite nervous. Enough from me! Enjoy!

"Yes."

"Pardon?" He rose and took her hands in his, his fingers tracing circles in her palms as a smile broke over his features, "Did Olivia Carolyn Pope just accept-"

"Yes." She exhaled as happiness flickered over her face, she is sure, of course she is sure. This is her happy ending, her fairytale.

"You didn't let me finish, are you always going to do that?" He jokes and she stiffens for a moment as he enfolds his arms around her tiny figure, she's sure, she loves him, these thoughts like a record rolling around in her mind on repeat. He doesn't wait for her to answer, he swings his arm under her legs and just like that she's a bundle in his arms, giggling and smiling. He carries her, his strength unwavering and constant while deep down she is envious, she knows her faith in him isn't as steady.

White House

His thoughts rattle around his head like marbles in a tin can, they gash and clang giving him a migraine and a passion for scotch. He reaches again for the tumbler, his problems look so much easier through the bottom of a glass but still his feelings cloud his judgement.

As a boy his father would often sit him on his knee and repeat the words of Churchill, "In war, resolution; in defeat, defiance; in victory, magnanimity.", as he spoke of his son's future. Growing up he would discover this in its truth, in classrooms, in collages and candidates, he would remind himself, repeat these words like a prayer, muttered before endless debates and fundraisers. Now the words tasted bitter in his mouth, rinsed only with the taste of alcohol. In defeat, Defiance. If only his father could see him now.

He reaches for the phone and follows with a slurred request for a secure line. His fingers flick over the numbers like an old rhythm embedded in his memory. She answers after the first ring, silent at first and then the emergence of a hesitant muffled voice that he has neither the patience or the temper for. "You'll have to speak up, Olivia." He almost spits her name, she isn't allowed to be the victim, not when she is the impenetrable force of nature that compels and controls him, he is no longer captain of his own soul, sold to Ms. Pope at the high cost of her love. She has manipulated and used him, tossed aside having become too far out of her reach but always the mistress of puppetry, pulling his strings.

"You're drunk." She sighs in defeat, it's neither the time or the place but she has to hear it from him, his voice nourishes her and soothes her, he's her beacon. "I said yes to Edison." Her voice shakes but she is loud enough to brake through his drinking haze. She hears a chuckle at the end of the phone, dark and unsettled, she shifts, uncomfortable. "Good for you Liv, a Senator, your family will love him I'm sure. Let me see, in 2 years you'll be stuffed full of his kids, living in some huge house with nothing but a credit card and the prospect of the kid's private schools to help you sleep at night. Meanwhile Senator Davis screws every secretary over his desk and eventually kisses his political career goodbye when the press found out about his affairs with the multiple prostitutes who've been having him on the weekends he isn't hung over in the bar." He's hurting her now, he knows it and yet he keeps scaring and tearing her feelings until she lets out a sob.

"So you called me up to show me my eventual doom, is that it?" She won't let him walk away clean, not now it's vengeful, she knows he's drunk but how can he do this to her, and more importantly why?

"I think your doom started the day you decided you to play God." He gulps down another mouthful to absolve himself of the guilt from the pain he's causing. "You didn't think you'd actually get away with it did you? I mean, you practically breath politics Liv, did you think there was any chance I wouldn't find out?"

Her eyes slid shut and attempts to compose herself, "I thought I was doing the right thing."

"By who? You or me? Because from where I'm sitting-"

"And just where are you sitting Fitzgerald!" She hisses through the line, he has no right, no place here, "You sit in the most powerful office, in the most powerful country in the world. You have the globe at feet, you're shiny and bright and pure and what am I, Fitz?" She bites her tongue and shakily inhales as she clutches the phone, she must compose herself, "I'm the woman who can't sleep at night because she made choices on YOUR behalf so that you could live your dreams, because that's who I am Mr. Grant, Olivia Pope. I go, I fix. Nobody ever considered the possibility that I might be broken."

There is silence for a moment before he says firmly, evenly, "I love you, Olivia, but I can't trust you."

She nods as she notices the slight traces of dampness across her cheeks, she smiles sadly, she knows this is the last call, their final moment as one. "I understand, I'm so sorry, Fitz."

"Congratulations on your engagement, Ms. Pope." He clears his throat as he presents his former employee with his ceremonial approval, it's time to move on.

"Thank you, Mr. President."

The line softens as they both relay the phone to it's receiver, for what they both believe is the final time.

I know, I'm sorry! I promise happy times are ahead, but I think the reason we all love Olitz is that they are amazing together and apart, so just bare with me. Thanks for reading!

x Sam