AN: Thanks everyone who commented what they think about how Obsidian should go. I appreciate all reviews even though I may disagree with some. Looking back on it, choice A shouldn't have ever been an option, because Obsidian is meant to be dark and twisty. I originally wrote it because I saw a lack of dark/obsession stories in our fandom. You may be wondering why I asked you to begin with. At that time, I was completely out of my wits as to what to do and a friend suggested to do a survey to get perspective. My main issue with option B is that I'm incredulous as to whether or not redemption is even possible. So I've just decided to write the story how it naturally comes to me. PM me if you have any concerns/thoughts. Sorry for the long AN enjoy this chapter!

"And if love be madness, may I never find sanity again" - John Mark Green

Cyrus believed that he knew Fitz better than most people.

After all he had mentored Fitz throughout his turbulent college years, and witnessed him transform from an embittered young man to a brilliant politician.

He had provided a positive counterbalance to Big Jerry's harsh and unyielding approach to training him in the early stages of Fitz's political career.

Though while Cyrus knew that Fitz had always had a contentious relationship with his father, he had never known the extent of it until this moment.

Fitz was giving him a look that nearly made his stomach drop. His breathing was ragged and his face was so red that it looked like he would explode.

"Care to explain yourself?" asked Fitz in a deceptively soft tone.

Cyrus opened his mouth and tried to speak but only a barely audible squeak came out. He looked to James for help but his lover only shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"I said, care to explain yourself?" repeated Fitz through clenched teeth.

Cyrus swallowed deeply and tried to imagine Fitz as the charming though slightly troubled man he had always thought of him as. It was easier to view him that way as opposed to the monster he had seemed to become.

"I just thought that-" Cyrus began.

"You thought what" interrupted Fitz stalking closer to Cyrus.

"That your father's widespread political influence would be good for our approval ratings" explained the petrified chief of staff, moving backwards.

"I'm sorry, but can you repeat the latter half of what you just said?" asked Fitz furrowing his brow in faux confusion.

Cyrus gulped and replied, "Your father joining the campaign would be good for our approval ratings. Considering that-" Fitz held up his hand to silence him.

"Our approval ratings? When did you become my running mate?"

"I meant your approval ratings sir" amended Cyrus in a desperate attempt to appease Fitz.

"No" said Fitz shaking his head and leaning in closer to Cyrus's face. "You meant exactly what you said. Cy you forget that I've known you for over 20 years. Do you really think that I haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what sir?"

"That you secretly desire to be me."

The tension in the room became almost unbearable. Everyone looked to Cyrus awaiting his response. James clasped his hands together and prayed that this night would just come to an end.

Cyrus smiled weakly and shook his head in a desperate attempt to deny the veracity of Fitz's statement. "Sir with all due respect, that's completely preposterous."

"Is it really?" challenged Fitz cocking his head to the side. "You and my father have always enjoyed dictating the ins and outs of my political career. You may have been the more lenient one, but the fact remains that you two have treated me as nothing more than a prop. A puppet simply designed to act out your whims. Now my father's a controlling bastard so it's easy to see why he would behave like that. But you" he paused "are motivated by something much more personal."

"Sir, why don't we talk about this later. We have more pertinent matters to attend to. For one, we have guests-"

"You know deep down that you could never be president. Undoubtedly, you possess the intellect to do the job. But not enough charisma or attractiveness to draw the American people in. You're simply not enough." Fitz slightly stepped backwards and observed the effects that his words were having on Cyrus. He knew he had tapped into some of his deepest insecurities.

Cyrus could feel his face flush and his fists unconsciously clenched up. However, his rationale overwhelmed his pride and he took in deep breaths. Fitz was only trying to rile him up and he wouldn't give him the benefit of knowing that his words had cut deep. Besides, at least Fitz hadn't discovered his true reason for calling Jerry, and Mellie and James were spared.

"Clearly, I was mistaken in calling your father without consulting you first and I sincerely apologize for that. This is your campaign after all. Though, while I admit some wrongdoing I don't think that this gives you the right to disparage me. In front of a group of people, no less. For this reason sir, I think it's best if we depart for the night." Cyrus beckoned to James and the two made their way towards the door.

"Come back and defend yourself like a man" taunted Fitz. He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. "You queers give up so easily."

Cyrus dropped his hand from the doorknob and his fists started shaking in unadulterated rage. His face turned so red that it looked purple and his lips were curved in an unnatural sneer. He stormed towards Fitz with clear intent on his face.

"No! Cy don't" cried James as his attempt to restrain Cyrus proved futile.

Cyrus pulled his fist back and then launched it forward to hit Fitz in the eye. Fitz caught his fist in a nick of time and twisted it until the old man let out a groan of pain. He then lifted Cyrus up by the lapels of his suit and smiled mockingly.

"Did you really think that would work?" Fitz shook him slightly before releasing him and letting Cyrus fall to the ground.

Fitz lifted his foot and slammed it into Cyrus's hand. When Fitz heard a crack he grinned and looked up to face the crowd. He was unsurprised to see terrified and disturbed faces.

"I know that this night has been shocking for many of you. I seriously advise each and everyone one of you to not speak a word about what happened here. I know that many of you have political aspirations. If I find that even one of you has told someone about this incident, none of you will have a future in politics. Am I understood?"

All of the staffers with the exception of Kelvin dimly nodded their heads, too scared to do otherwise. Olivia, Mellie, and James looked straight ahead in defiance.

"Great. I'm retiring for the night, so one of you needs to escort the guests out. Thank them for coming and say that you hope they'll vote for me come November. Then get some sleep, we'll be on the road to Pennsylvania first thing tomorrow morning. Goodnight."

As soon as Fitz left, James rushed to Cyrus on the floor. Olivia pulled out a chair for him to sit in and James lead Cyrus to it. Mellie found a book to elevate Cyrus's limp hand on.

"Cy I'm so sorry-" began James.

"James you have nothing to apologize for, Fitz is the only one at fault here," explained Cyrus putting his good arm on James's shoulder.

"I should have stopped him but for some reason, I couldn't get my feet to move" James confessed shaking his head in self-disgust.

"It's okay James, Fitz can be downright terrifying when he gets angry." Mellie shuddered remembering just how violent their fights could get.

"Your hand needs to be inspected. Does anyone here have medical training?" Olivia looked to the group of staffers who for the most part still seemed to be in shock. She sighed, they didn't have time for this.

"Okay people time to get moving. I need five of you to go escort the guests out. Then someone else needs to write a check to the orchestra. Come on guys I shouldn't have to tell you how to do your jobs. You all had extensive preparation for this night." The staffers gradually made their way out, though in an understandably dazed fashion. After about five minutes all of them had left except Kelvin.

"Did you not hear my instructions?" barked Olivia.

"Oh it's just, you asked if anyone had medical training and I'm a licensed EMT" Kelvin told her rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"That's right. Sorry for yelling at you. Could you please inspect Mr. Beene's hand and see if it's broken?"

"Of course" said Kelvin pulling out a chair next to Cyrus to observe his hand.

It was clearly bruised and a couple of his fingers were crooked to the side.

"Well?" asked James impatiently.

"It's likely broken. I know this will hurt, but can you move your fingers like you're trying to grab something?"

Cyrus gingerly flexed his fingers and felt a searing pain that traveled from the tips of his fingers to his wrist.

"Shit!"

"Definitely broken. He's going to need an ice pack and some strong painkillers," said Kelvin.

"I'll get the ice pack and a bottle of water" offered Mellie rushing out of the room.

Olivia fished around in her purse and pulled out a bottle of Ibuprofen.

"This will have to do." She gave James a handful of pills.

Mellie came back and gave Cyrus the water and ice pack. He swallowed a pill, sighing in relief when James placed the ice pack on his damaged hand.

"So now that that's been taken care of. Why did you ask his father to join the campaign?" asked Olivia.

"Mellie pulled James and I aside earlier tonight and told us about Fitz's behaviour towards you. Basically, how he caused you to lose your job and forced affection onto you." Cyrus didn't noticed Mellie making the stop signal with her hand so he continued.

"Essentially our plan was to get Jerry to come on the trail to rein Fitz in. If there's one person Fitz is afraid of it's his father. We thought that inviting Big Jerry onto the campaign would cause him to spend more time focused on pleasing his father than you."

Olivia stood still, processing what Cyrus had told her. She had to give them some credit, the plan seemed to make sense. However, she was angry that Mellie had revealed something to them she thought had been said in confidence. Also, why hadn't they bothered to consult her first?

"How could you?" Olivia backed away from Mellie feeling slightly betrayed.

"Let me explain" begged Mellie grasping the young woman's shoulders. "I just wanted to help you Olivia. I couldn't bear the guilt of letting you suffer under my husband's tyranny. I know how hellish it can be considering I've done it for almost 20 years" she admitted solemnly.

"Liv, Mellie was only trying to help, please don't be mad at her. Besides, both Cyrus and I had an inkling that something was wrong. Mellie just confirmed our suspicions" said James coming to Mellie's defence.

Olivia told a deep breath and thought for a moment. She started to feel guilty for attacking them when they had her best interests at heart. Still, she had a plan and didn't need them to interfere.

"I appreciate your efforts guys. Really I do. It's just that I already have a plan for how I was going to take down Fitz. Now granted it isn't the most formalised but it makes logical sense" Olivia told them. She quickly glanced to Kelvin who was silently watching them with a perplexed look on his face, before refocusing on James and Mellie.

"What was your plan Olivia?" asked Mellie.

Olivia sat down in a chair, wringing her hands together before answering Mellie. "Well I thought that if I learned more about Fitz by spending time around him then eventually I'd be able to pinpoint his weaknesses, and exploit them. I'm also having a friend of mine collect information on him."

James looked incredulous. "First of all, how exactly do you plan on doing that? Secondly, why is your friend uniquely qualified to do such research? Thirdly, have you stopped to consider that perhaps our two plans would go well together?"

Olivia rolled her eyes at James before letting out a light chuckle. "Gradually, I'm going to pretend to soften up to him and act like I want to be with him. That I was simply afraid of being with him because of what the public might think of it. Then once he believes me I'll coax him into telling me some incriminating details about himself. I'll use said details to form some sort of opposition against him that he can't recover from."

Cyrus raised his eyebrow quite impressed with what she had told them. "And how does your friend fit into this?"

"He's a whistleblower who used to work for the NSA. I represented him in court and got his sentence his sentence cut down from 20 years to simply 18 months with parole. Every since then he's felt indebted to me. He'd do anything to protect me." Olivia truly wasn't exaggerating the only person in this world who loved her more than Huck was probably her dad.

Mellie nodded her head in approval. "I like your plan it's clever. But like James said our plans aren't mutually exclusive. In fact, by calling up Big Jerry we made it easier for you to pinpoint Fitz's weaknesses. His bravado dissipates in front of his father."

"Like I said before I appreciate the help Mels I really do. But this is a battle that I'll have to fight on my own" said Olivia.

James rapidly shook his head. "Olivia, that monster humiliated my lover in front of everyone, called him a slur, then physically assaulted him. You're definitely not the only one with a bone in this fight."

"James is right Olivia we all have a bone to pick with Fitzgerald" said Mellie with venom in her voice.

"We aren't letting you fight this alone Olivia" added Cyrus resolutely.

Olivia sighed and nodded her head in agreement.

"Alright then, I guess we are all in this together then."

They all stood in a comfortable silence until Kelvin cleared his throat. Suddenly, they were all reminded of his presence.

Olivia sauntered up to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Can we trust you to keep what we said here a secret?"

"Absolutely Ms. Pope. Mr. Grant's actions tonight were disgusting and they showed me a part of him that I never thought existed. I could never support a man like that. You can rely on me to keep your plans confidential" said Kelvin reassuringly.

"Thank-you" responded Olivia with a genuine smile. She let out a yawn and looked at her watch seeing that it was already past midnight.

"Guys I think it's time that we depart for the night" she suggested. The quartet left the conference room and made their way to the elevators. Everyone but Olivia was going to the ninth floor. She pressed the button for the twelfth level.

Cyrus furrowed his brow in confusion. "Liv why isn't your room on the same floor as everyone else's?"

"Fitz paid for a deluxe suite for he and I to stay in last night. I wish I didn't have to go back there but he'll probably get pissed if I don't and all of my luggage is in there." Although Olivia kept her face blank she was a bit scared to go to the suite. Especially after what Fitz told her about her soon being his at the ball. She needed time to think about last night.

"Liv you need to find somewhere else to go for the night. Screw his feelings. You will be in danger if you decide to go to his room. Fitz is probably drunk and definitely angry that his father is coming. With those two things combined I have no doubt that he will try to force himself onto you if you to the suite." Mellie knew from experience that when alcohol got in her husband's system is sure wasn't a pretty picture for those around him.

Olivia gulped and rubbed her temples. "Mels you're probably right. But where would I stay for the night?"

"You can stay with me" offered Kelvin. "I accidentally got a room with two beds."

"Sounds great. Thanks Kelvin."

"No problem" he responded. They got to the ninth floor and exchanged good nights, before going to their respective rooms. Mellie gave Olivia a spare pair of pyjamas and they went their separate ways for the night.

About a half hour after Olivia had settled into Kelvin's room, there was a sharp knock at the door that roused both of them from their sleep.

"I'll get it" said Kelvin groggily. He went to the door and looked through the peephole. There were three large and stocky men outside of their room. The blond guy who stood in front of the two other ones, looked oddly familiar and Kelvin remembered that he was one of Fitz's bodyguards. He wondered why they were there.

"Olivia there are three bodyguards outside of room. Any idea why they might be here?"

She had to think for a second before her eyes widened. "They're probably here because Fitz sent them to come get me."

Although Kelvin didn't exactly know the full story behind Olivia and Fitz's relationship, he knew that this wasn't a proper time to ask questions. "Quick! Go hide in the shower. I'll stall them as long as I can" he whispered. Olivia tiptoed out of her bed and into the bathroom. She got into the shower and moved the curtain so that it fully hide her body. Kelvin came behind her and turned off the light.

"I'll get you when they leave" he said before softly closing the bathroom door. The knocking got louder and he hurried to answer the door.

"Hello sir, can I help you?" asked Kelvin

"Yes, we're looking for a particular person and haven't found her yet. So we'd like to check your room just to make sure that she isn't here" said Tom.

Kelvin cleared his throat. "May I ask who this person is and why you all are looking for her?"

"No" said Tom rudely before barging inside of the room. He and the other bodyguards inspected the room. They looked underneath the beds and in the closet, still not finding Olivia anywhere.

"We got nothing boss" said one of the men to Tom.

"Check the bathroom" suggested Tom. Kelvin prayed that they didn't find look in the shower.

Olivia had doused off but awoke once she heard the door opening and the light came on. Her heart started beating rapidly and she prayed that they didn't find her.

Luckily, the man had only done a cursory check. The lights went off again and the door shut. She left out a sigh of deep relief.

The man shook his head at Tom. "She isn't in there sir." Tom cursed under his breath before opening the door and leaving with his men in tow.

As soon as they were gone, Kelvin rushed to the bathroom and told Olivia that they had left.

"Thank goodness" she said crawling back into her bed. Kelvin turned off the lights and did the same.

Just as he was about to fall asleep him heard a soft voice calling his name. He turned and saw Olivia staring back at him.

"I just wanted to thank you for all you've done to help me while on the campaign. You've been amazingly understanding and I appreciate it so much" she told him with utter sincerity in her voice.

"It's fine. I'm honoured to be able to help someone as amazing as you" he said smiling at Olivia. She blushed before murmuring good night once more. They both fell asleep each with a lot on their mind.

Fitz agitatedly paced back and forth on the carpet as he waited for Tom to report back to him on Olivia's whereabouts. He has anticipated that she would try to avoid him tonight after what he told her at the ball. Fitz gulped down his third glass of bourbon in a matter of seconds before sitting down in a chair. While the sting of the alcohol burned his throat, Fitz knew it would help him forget the fact that his father would be joining the campaign in a few days time.

'Big Jerry. Such a warm jovial nickname for such a despicable man' he thought cynically twisting his lips.

Before Fitz could fall into a stupor, there was knock on his door. He grinned, jumping up to open it. He couldn't wait to see Olivia squirming around in Tom's arms begging him to release her.

Once he opened the door and saw that Tom was standing in front of him empty handed, the grin fell from his face.

"Where's Olivia?" he asked confusedly.

Tom nervously licked his lips before answering him.

"Sir, we looked everywhere we could but Miss Pope was nowhere to be found. It seems as though she's left the building."

Fitz looked at him in utter disbelief. "Excuse me, are you telling me that three ex-military men couldn't find one small woman who barely weighs 120 pounds?"

"Governor, we looked in every single one of the aides hotel rooms and didn't see her anywhere. I'm out of my wits on this one" said Tom running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Fitz felt his temper starting to rise and pursed his lips together. "Larsen I hired you because you were the best that the Academy had to offer. However, I'm starting to have doubts about your competency. If you can't find one person then how can I depend on you on to handle bigger challenges if you were potentially to serve as my Secret Service?"

Tom looked deeply offended that Fitz would doubt his abilities. "Sir, I'm very sorry that we weren't able to find her. Please know that we did our-"

"Save me the speech Larsen. You're dismissed for the night." Fitz slammed the door in Tom's face.

This night was just getting better and better. Not only would he have to see his father soon, he couldn't even indulge in the pleasures of his little doe's delightful body.

"Fuck!" Fitz hurled his glass across the room. It slammed into a wall with a sharp crack and shattered pieces of glass fell to the floor.

He stumbled across the room intending to go to his bedroom. However, when he got inside the room he realized that it was Olivia's. Her suitcase was left open and the bed was haphazardly made.

The suite smelled of lilacs and lavender, reminding him of Olivia's perfume. He moved closer into the room and fell atop the bed. Fitz took in a deep breath and realized that even the pillows smelled like her. Letting out a strangled moan he brought a pillow tightly to his chest. Blood rushed to his groin as thoughts of Olivia came to the forefront of his mind.

He grabbed his member and closed his eyes imagining Olivia underneath him, completely at his mercy.

He knew she'd scream and try to fight him off at first. But he would latch his lips to her own and hold her down so she couldn't escape. Then he'd look in her eyes and violently thrust inside of her. Of course, she would likely cry and thrash around in pain (a sight that would greatly amuse him). But he would just keep thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. Until her body stilled and only low whimpers could be heard.

'Then, she would finally submit to me. It would be beautiful' he thought with a wistful grin on his face.

Fitz came then soon fell asleep comforted by these thoughts.

AN: Thanks for reading! I know that the latter half of this chapter may disturb some readers. I just want you to know that it isn't my intention to glorify or romanticize Fitz's disturbing thoughts. When I started writing this my goal was to make it as realistic as possible and part of that is showing the unadulterated thoughts of the characters. If you have any comments or concerns PLEASE Pm me or message me at my Tumblr blog theliberalshill. I can't really talk to a person if they decide to leave a guest review.