She looked gorgeous. It was the White House Christmas reception for congressmen, senators and their families and she was definitely the belle of the ball. The ivory white Calvin Klein gown had been custom tailored to hug all of her curves in all the right places. As she touched up her makeup in the women's restroom, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

The door to the restroom swung open and someone stepped inside.

"What are you doing here?" the woman asked, alarmed. "You can't be here!"

"You think I don't know that?" said the man walking toward her. "I can't see you, I can't speak to you. I know."

"You have to leave…now," the woman said, panic filling her voice.

"We have to talk," the man said, reaching out to touch her arm. "You won't return my phone calls."

The woman sighed. "Well, you made it quite clear, the last time we spoke, that we…this was over. What's left to talk about?"

"Our future," the man said. "Look, I've been going crazy since the last time we spoke. Forget what I said before. I didn't mean what I said. I love you and I want to be with you. We can make this work if you want it to work."

He leaned forward and kissed her. She didn't protest and kissed him back.

"This is so wrong, you know that?" the woman said once they stopped kissing. "We can't do this. Pretend that I'm someone you hate."

"I can't do that, you know that."

"Please, let me go," the woman pleaded.

"Anything, but that," the man replied.

"OK, fine then, we're done," the woman said.

"What?" the man asked, stunned.

"I'm letting you go," the woman said firmly and matter-of-factly. "I'm married, I have children. It's not fair to you, to me, to Fitz. I've got to be the responsible one, right?"

Edison looked at Mellie in shock. "And what about America's Baby?" he asked sarcastically. "How do you plan to explain that baby's brown skin and nappy curls when it arrives?"

Mellie stepped back. "There's still a chance…"

"A chance?" A chance of what, Mellie?"

"A chance that the baby may come out looking white."

"Mellie, don't be ridiculous! You went to Harvard! You know how genetics work!" Edison said, highly annoyed.

"Yes, but there are plenty of cases of biracial people looking white. Look at actors like Wentworth Miller and Jennifer Beals. They could pass for white. I could always explain away the baby's darker hue by saying that there is Cherokee Indian on my mother's side of the family."

"Mellie, this is insane. We are not doing this!" Edison said angrily, grabbing her arm.

"Let go of me! I am not yours! I don't do things just because you say so! I don't come to places because you want me! I am NOT YOURS!"

Edison released his grasp and let her arm drop. He stepped back but the look of hurt and disappointment was clearly written across his face. "First Lady, I beg your pardon. This won't happen again. Have a good night."

And with that, Sen. Edison Davis was gone.

A/N: How many of you fell for this at the beginning and thought this was going to be Fitz and Olivia? Fooled ya! LOL! I was bored and thought I'd play a Scandal fan fiction prank. Hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think in review! Thanks!

P.S. And the full name of this story is "I Dream of Mellie."