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AN: Okay kiddos, this is the last chapter of "History in the Making." There WILL be a third part to this little sucker. It's going to be called "True Believers" (Yes I'm sticking with the Darius Rucker theme cause continuity, duh!). I'm not sure when it will come out, but it will be super soon, so look for that.

In other news (since I'm doling out news), I also have ANOTHER Scandal story that will be coming out soon. It's going to be called "Glitter in the Air," so also be on the look out for that, if you are so inclined.

I'm extremely grateful for all the support this story (and "This") has gotten. I think this is my favorite version of these characters. I look forward to following them into the White House now! Thank you all for everything! ~ XOXO MAS

Epilogue: History in the Making

This could be one of those memories we wanna hold onto

Cling to, the one we can't forget

Baby this could be our last first kiss, the dawn to forever

What if this was that moment, that chance worth taking

History in the making

"History in the Making" Darius Rucker

Fitz sat behind the Resolute Desk, just staring blankly at the papers in front of him. He was here. He was in the White House. They'd done it. How, he wasn't really sure, but they had. And now he was President. He was charged with keeping American safe, with ensuring the Constitution was followed, with helping those without a voice. It was all so much. A knock sounded and he called out a vague, "Come in."

The door opened and David popped his head in, "You know, it's a mixture of really cool and completely unsettling that you can call me here for a meeting."

Fitz grinned and stood up, "I know, right? I feel like I sound like a little kid in a toy shop pointing at everything and then at the end of the day I get to take it all home with me."

David nodded and followed Fitz over to the two sofas, "So, the West Wing Man. How does it feel? Day one in the office officially?"

"Surreal. My head is swimming." He admitted, "And I'm already being dragged into briefings and Liv is doing something with china patterns today, I don't know." He shrugged, "She was just smiling talking about it all while she got Jer ready for school and cooked breakfast. She's determined to still cook breakfast every morning so we have continuity. She doesn't want it to go to our heads." He chuckled, "She's something else, that wife of mine."

"A keeper for sure." David agreed, "Abby mentioned that Stephen and Harrison were fighting for who would be the leader of the office when she had First Lady duties."

"And what was the outcome of that fight?" Fitz asked.

"Abby's waiting for them to take each other out and then planning total domination in a very Abby fashion." David grinned.

"Now your wife is really something else." Fitz pointed at him. David's laugh of agreement was warm. Despite Abby's insanity he loved her immensely, "As much fun as it is pretending to criticize the women who take care of us," he paused, "I actually have something to ask you."

"Okay, that always makes me nervous anyhow, but now that you work in this particular office at that particular desk," he pointed to the Resolute Desk, "I'm officially nervous."

"I wanted to ask you to be the Attorney General." Fitz waited for his request to sink in.

David held up his hand, his mouth popping open, "I'm sorry, but what?"

"I said, I wanted to ask you to be the Attorney General. I get to appoint the Attorney General and I want to appoint you." Fitz clarified slowly.

"Me? Why me? I mean what?" David shook his head, "Am I even qualified to"

"Oh shut up." Fitz rolled his eyes, "Of course you're qualified. And I know you were wanting a shot at it when a Democrat was in office. Sorry, I'm a Republican, but I think we can do good work together. So, is that a yes?"

David nodded, "Of course, I mean, thank you, Mr. President." He held his hand out to shake Fitz's.

Fitz grinned, "Oh, and if you call me Mr. President again, other than when you know you have to, I'll punch you." He threatened. "I'm still Fitz to you guys. I'll always be Fitz to you guys." He informed him.

David chuckled, "You got it, Fitz." He stated over emphatically.

"Ass." Fitz grumbled with a grin.

SCANDAL

"Hey, baby," Olivia tapped on the office door to the Oval, "you busy?" Fitz looked up from the briefing on East Sudan. His first day in office and they already had a national crisis. She chuckled, "Well, I mean, of course you are, but do you have time for your wife?"

He grinned, "I will always have time for my wife." He set his pen down, "That is my favorite dress, by the way." He motioned to the white dress with the black lace panel she'd gotten on their first visit to New York for her to meet Nana.

Olivia grinned and crossed the room, meeting him in the middle of the room. Her arms slithered around his waist and she rocked up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. "Hi." She grinned.

He chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Hi." He murmured back, his hands sliding around her ass, grabbing a handful. "I've missed you. We haven't really gotten to celebrate, you know."

Olivia shook her head, "You're too much, Fitzgerald." She chastised. "And we can celebrate tonight."

"Or," Fitz turned them slightly, "we could celebrate right now."

She shook her head, "It's the middle of the work day and we're in the middle of the Oval Office. We can't celebrate here."

"We could celebrate," he brushed his lips against hers twice before murmuring, "right there." He pointed to his desk.

"There?" She asked archly, "That seems highly inappropriate." She pursed her lips for a moment before tugging his hand and leading him to the desk. She perched herself on the edge and hiked up the hem of her dress, sending him a sultry look.

"Fuck." Fitz muttered, dropping to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding up her legs. "I love you." He murmured.

"Love you, too." She let out a little gasp at the end as his lips followed his hands.

SCANDAL

Fitz along with a caravan of Secret Service Agents jogged through the park. "Sir," Tom, the lead agent, dropped next to him, "I need to debrief you."

"I hate running, Tom." Fitz huffed out.

"I understand, sir." Tom's voice remained steady, "But I need to debrief you."

"I hate running, Tom." Fitz repeated, "I'm only running so the leaders of China or Pakistan or some other nation that hates us thinks I'm too badass to bomb. So I'm running, Tom, but I hate running. So I don't want to be debriefed right now."

"Sir, I need to debrief you on the cameras." Tom spit out.

Fitz came to a sudden halt. "The cameras?" He paused, "In the White House? In the West Wing?"

"All over the West Wing." Tom confirmed.

"In the Oval." Fitz surmised.

"In the Oval." He agreed.

"And someone on the staff reviews the footage. Like the footage from yesterday afternoon." Tom nodded, "Well shit, Liv told me we shouldn't." He scratched the back of his head, "She's going to smack me upside the head so hard, shake her head, call me by my full name and then laugh at me." He sighed, "What happened to the footage?"

Tom worked hard to keep his features schooled. It was a nice change that the President was afraid of his wife because they were the ones getting into trouble instead of the President getting into trouble with a mistress. If he had to hide their own private moments that was more than fine in his book. "Well, if the agent on duty reviews it and archives the necessary footage."

"And yesterday's footage?"

"I didn't see anything worth archiving. I won't always be the agent on duty, though." Tom straightened.

Fitz slapped his back, "Thanks, Tom. I'll let Liv know. We won't make it any more difficult for you than we have to." He promised.

SCANDAL

Olivia crossed her arms as she listened to Fitz's explanation of the camera situation. Crossing the room, she smacked him upside the head. "Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, III. You are the leader of the free world and you let this happen?" She shook her head and tried to keep the smile off her face. The grin finally spread. "So what happened to the footage?" Moving away from him in their spacious bedroom.

"Tom deleted it." Fitz confirmed.

"Oh, too bad." She winked at him. He groaned and chased her across their bedroom. "One thing is certain, though."

"And what is that?" Fitz asked, crossing the room like a predator.

Olivia backed away slowly, "These next four to eight years is going to be very interesting." She let out a laugh as she tried to dash out of his grasp, falling into his arms willingly when he caught her.

SCANDAL

XOXO

MAS