Okay my darlings here is my latest creation. After the #ScandalS4Premiere I figured this was needed.

I know I have a lot of stories going, but "something" tells me you will REALLY like this one. I don't think there is anything like this story on the site for #Olitz. I would tell you what is it going to be about but it would ruin your surprise.

I also had some painful writer's block and could not write anything. Believe me I tried. I spoke to a fellow fanfic writer, (KWsGladiator.) She told me to write what was in my head. It didn't matter what it was, just sit down and type. So this is what happened and this new story was the result.

(So blame #Mo. But not too much cuz I love her too much. And you may want to thank her by the end of the next chapter instead.)

So enjoy and getting ready for a #KickPumpkin Ride. Leave me #PumpkinSeeds if you want more. Me's

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Chapter 1: This WAS Handled…

1 year into Fitz's First Term:

Cyrus is sitting in his Chief of Staff's office and going through the morning's papers and headlines. He reads the morning editions, making sure he is aware of everything before he makes it down to the Oval to see the President. After scanning five newspapers he calls his secretary into his office, and she informs him of his schedule for the rest of the day.

As his secretary leaves, James his husband, arrives in his office. They met on the campaign trial and were married the weekend after Fitz won the election. Fitz had previously made the decision to appoint James as his Press Secretary, prior to his relationship with Cyrus. When he of course found out, he was happy for them both, and insisted that he did not want to change his mind.

Cyrus walks up to him, and kisses him quickly, "Hi honey, I thought I wasn't seeing you until later."

"I know. But I wanted to give you a heads up on something that I heard was going around the Press Room. Since I am the Communications Director, I thought you would like to know," James voiced with a hint of fear in his voice.

"Well what is it James. I have a meeting with the President soon."

"I know we vowed no secrets between us right," James asked. "You kept your promise to me right?"

"Of course I did honey. Unless it's a matter of national security," Cy reminded him. "But we also don't try to bring our work home with us. What's up?"

"When you met the President, he told you everything about himself right. You've known him the longest. Before he was Governor of California. You ran his first campaign," James asked. Cyrus agreed. "And in his second term he ran for the Presidency and here we are, right?"

"Yes James. What's going on?"

"Well I was going by the Press Room and one of the reporters, who likes to give me heads up, pulled me to the side. He likes President Grant and showed me something on in this folder," James hands him the folder and watches his husband's facial expression. It shows confusion and Cy places it on his desk.

"I know this already James. The President has never talked about this part of his personal life with me. He REFUSES to talk about it. It's a done deal why. He didn't hide it during the election," his voice trails off.

James reaches over him and opens the folder. "Okay honey then explain this."

Cyrus looks down and realizes what he is now talking about. "Holy Mother of God. For Frick's sake," Cyrus begins pacing. "You know what this means James."

"Yes," he answers. "Look I can only keep this quiet for so long. The Press is going to find out and you best get to him before he decides to do something unwise."

"Oh hell," and Cyrus then takes the folder of his desk and runs to Fitz in the Oval.

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"Excuse me," Cyrus yells. "Get out of my way."

Cyrus is running down the hallway to the West Wing in such a hurry that he needs to catch the President before he makes his press conference. He ran past his secretaries, not allowing them to announce his arrival. "No Time," Cyrus boomed and without knocking ran into the Oval Office. He walked in to see Fitz at his desk, reading over his statement.

Fitz looks up hearing Cyrus come and not so gently close the door. "Cy are you all right?" He puts his pen down and stands. He then walks to the other side of his desk and leans against it. "Cyrus what's going on? You look like someone just walked on your grave."

"Sir," Cy is not even sure where to begin.

"Is James driving you crazy again for a scoop," Fitz teases, because he knows how James can be.

"No Sir that's not it. I'm thinking it's best if you wait to propose. I know you don't want to but I think it's wise," Cyrus hurries out.

"Why? WE waited the correct amount of time we are in a stable relationship. The Nation expects it. Some light 'spoilers' have been leaked; my approval ratings have gone up. So what is going on? Today is supposed to be good day."

Cyrus looked up and asked, "Before I tell you what James divulged to me this morning Mr. President, I need a drink." Fitz gets up and hands him a bottle of cold water. "Sir I need stronger than that; scotch on the rocks please."

"Cyrus," Fitz responds shocked. "You don't drink NOR like scotch. And it's only a little after nine in the morning. My fiancée-to-be will be here in about an hour for us to go on our weekend of love. It's time Cy. I'm ready for this."

Cyrus gets up and pours himself a scotch on the rocks. He takes a swig and turns back to Fitz. "Do you remember when you decided to run for this office I asked you if you had any skeletons in your closet I needed to be aware of?" Fitz nods and verbally agrees. "Do remember I asked you about ex's and if there was any that could come back and haunt you professionally and personally."

"Yes Cyrus. I told you that I HAD NOT dated anyone in sometime. You thought me dating while running for office would bad for my campaign. So I ran alone, without a significant other, children, etc. Heck the only women around me where my mom and sister. What's going on?"

"I thought I knew how to tell you this Sir, but I am still shocked by it myself," Cyrus was still so baffled by the news that he could not bring himself to say it yet to not only his boss, but to his friend. Cyrus and Fitz had known each other for a long time, and he assumed that he knew every detail about his life.

"Shocked by what Cy," Fitz sat down and took the shaking tumbler out of his hand. "You know I was going to propose to her this weekend. I dated other career woman, and she's the perfect fit. We been together for a while now. The press have seen us on numerous public dates, and she's been here to the White House, so what is going on?"

"Mr. President, you cannot go on your weekend of love. We have to handle this first," Cyrus said, handing him a black folder.

"What do you mean I can't go? Handle what," Fitz asked but Cyrus looked down and Fitz opened the folder. "Okay it's a marriage license," not looking at the anything else yet.

"Look at it more closely Mr. President," Cy insisted.

"Yes so," Fitz examined it. "The country knows this already. They know I was married once before. I didn't hide this from anyone."

"I know that."

"This was a long time ago Cyrus. You did not know me back then and this was taken cared of 7 years ago."

"Was it now," Cyrus said, getting up, letting his frustration level begin to escalate.

"Yes," Fitz's answer was short and sweet, not leaving any room for discussion. "When I ran for this office, I made it clear to you that I was not attached to anyone. That I was married once and that ended in divorce. I don't NOT talk about that part of my life with anyone. I am not about to start now," Fitz sneered, with venom in his voice. "The Press was made aware of that fact when I ran for the Presidency."

"Mr. President," Cyrus got up and handed him the folder. "You better get a closer look. That license was not the only thing that was in there."

"What are you talking about," Fitz looked back inside the folder and at the other piece of paper that was inside. "These are my divorce papers so what. The American People know this already. I did not keep this hidden from them. This is matter of public record."

"Sir, do those divorce papers looked finalized to you?"

Fitz then looked down and dropped the entire folder on the floor. The contents fell all over the rug, making Fitz realize why Cyrus was so upset, when he entered his office. His mouth fell open and he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Cy I…,' he stammered.

"You what," Cyrus began to feel his blood pressure rise.

"I swear I was informed this was handled. I had no idea. I thought…," Fitz tried to explain to but Cyrus bent down and pressed the papers into Fitz's chest, shocking him.

"You thought what," Cyrus shot, and began pacing back and forth, now coming to grips with what was happening.

"Cyrus," Fitz attempted to say more, but was stopped again.

"You THOUGHT you had THIS handled. You told me you had your previous marriage taken cared off. You swore that she would not stand in your way to re-marry, become Governor; then President of this great nation. You didn't think to make sure?"

"I swear, I didn't know. I got word from the court that these papers were there."

"Ah huh. So the question now is…HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW YOU ARE STILL FLIPPING MARRIED," Cyrus screamed out.

"This papers are not real. I am NOT MARRIED Cyrus. She is NOT my wife. I don't want her back." But CY pointed to the seal on them and they were. Fitz ran his hands threw his hair once more but it did no help. He had no idea that this could have happened. How could a mistake been made of this magnitude and he was never informed?

"You didn't get official notification of a divorcee decree. They send those out you know." Cyrus raised his voice more. He was sure people outside the Oval could hear them.

"I must have. If I do it's in the safe at the Ranch. I don't understand. They told me everything went through," Fitz lamented. "She is NOT MY WIFE. She still can't be after all this time. And even if this is true I am indifferent to her."

"Well it turns out she is Sir. Your marriage was not dissolved so LEGALLY you are a married man," Cy pointed out. "When was the last time saw her?"

"I haven't seen her in years. We've had no contact," Fitz was sort of telling the truth.

"Now that's a lie," Cyrus informed him. He tried to usher Fitz over to the fireplace but Fitz jerked his arm away from him. "I know that before you signed the papers you TRIED to see her. And from time to time, you had someone from your Governor's detail check on her. You have not gone yourself…," he explained until he saw Fitz's face. "Sir please tell you haven't contacted her."

"No we vowed after we separated not to. We signed the papers and filed them with the courts. She made it clear that she didn't want me, and I don't want her either," Fitz voiced to his Chief of Staff with a tone of distain. "I moved on. I'm happy."

"You're happy huh," Cy groaned, laying on the couch.

"Yes Cyrus. I am going to propose to someone else. The country thinks we're a good fit."

"Ah huh. Well not to burst your bubble Mr. President but you can't propose. This has to be handled and contained first," he grimaced at that thought. "May God in the Heavens save your soul from your fiancée to be."

"Oh come on," Fitz interjected. "I did everything I was supposed to Cy. So what do we do?"

"First Sir, you can't marry someone else if YOU ARE ALREADY MARRIED. She cannot become your First Lady because you apparently already have one," now Cyrus was laughing. "The country has been wishing for a First Lady for so long. Hell turns out they had one this entire time, and didn't even know. The press is going to have a field day with this."

"This is not funny," Fitz groaned in frustration.

"Funny. This is down-right hysterical. You'll be the laughing stock of the party, and world. I can't wait for the headlines to break. I can see them now;

President Grant's Missing First Lady.

Married Without a First Lady

Fitz rolled his eyes at his Chief of Staff's antics and news real. "Cy?"

"Well you best get your best speech writers on this Sir, because you have to tell the Country you're STILL A MARRIED man, and you're seeing another woman," he sarcastically announced. "Your approval ratings are going to take a hit. Plus every woman in the country is going to think your some polygamist."

"Come on I honestly didn't know. Get James in here then and we will draft a speech," Fitz then instructed Cyrus.

"And say what exactly," Cy shot back. "Oops sorry America, I currently have a girlfriend, but had to break it off, cuz well get a load of this, I'M ALREADY MARRIED. I wanted to apologize to the American People, to her because I well turns out I have a First Lady."

"CYRUS TAKE A BREATH," Fitz instructed him. He then picked up the old marriage license and divorce papers. He looked down and sure enough, they were never filled with the courts. But why he had no idea. Fitz looked to Cyrus and asked him to check into this before anyone else found out.

Cyrus got up and grabbed everything. He stopped at the door and saw Fitz get up and begin to look out the window. "Sir. I never asked you what happened."

Fitz shot around and looked at him, in a manner that signaled to Cyrus that he did not want to discuss it. "Good it needs to stay that way. And I won't tell you. It's between me and her."

"But it would help if I knew her name. It's blacked out on all the paperwork."

"That's how she wanted it Cyrus. She wanted to pretend we didn't exist; that I didn't exist. We tried to get an annulment, but the Catholic church wouldn't allow it," Fitz said, defeated.

"Mr. President I need her name," Cy asked gently. "Whether you like it or not, YOU and this country have a First Lady. The Head of the Secret Service wants to get her under their protection as soon as possible." Cyrus told him in another breath.

"What," Fitz turned around shocked.

"It's protocol Sir. Since she is legally your wife, and you are the President of the United States, she's the First Lady. Either you tell them WHO she is, or they will find out on their own. Once they do, they are going to bring her here to the White House whether she likes it or not."

"Oh crap," Fitz sat down and placed his head in his knees. "Are you sure that's necessary?"

"Yes Sir," Cyrus pointed out.

"As if she didn't hate my guts all ready," he leaned his head back on the sofa. Fitz closed his eyes momentarily and heard someone come into the Oval. He looked up and saw an agent that was on his detail. He whispered something to Cyrus, who Fitz watched raise his eyes, and take a deep breath.

"The Secret Service knows who she is," Fitz asked, and Cy nodded as the agent went out of the room. "And Head of the Secret Service and the agents would like to meet with you shortly so they know how they are to proceed?"

"Fine. But they do not approach her, unless her name is leaked, or she is in immediate danger. Until then, she stays wherever she is," Fitz instructed, leaving no room for negotiations. "I don't want her here."

"Yes Mr. President."

"She is ONLY to be brought here as a last resort," Fitz voiced with conviction. Cyrus agreed with him, hoping the Press would not discover anything on their own. Fitz smiled. "So, how did they find out her name?"

"The FBI and CIA know everything Sir. I am sure they used some fancy technology," making Fitz laugh. "So are you going to give me the First Lady of the United State's name? I kind of need to know. I have to get a staff put together eventually." Fitz looked at him not pleased. "Whether she's here or not she'll need a staff. So who is Mrs. Grant?"

"You're not going to like this Cyrus," Fitz got up and walked over to his favorite window. He stood there standing a few moments. Cyrus kept pressing him for an answer but Fitz would not answer him right away. Fitz then walked over to his desk and found a compartment only he knew about. The President before him, left a letter on the desk and explained of its location. To anyone not aware of it, it looked like Fitz was just looking through a draw, but he wasn't.

After about a minute, Fitz took out a small black box. In the box was a wedding set; hers. And next to it was his ring that she made for him. He had not looked at in years. He meant to give it back to her, but she no longer wanted it, so he kept it. He picked up both sets, and examined the engravings. The words where still visible.

"Mr. President," Cyrus walked up in front of the desk and saw Fitz examining the rings. "Hers?"

Fitz shut the box quickly. "Yes." He glared at him and then pulled out a small picture of him and his wife. He handed it to Cyrus upside down. "Tell NO ONE Cy. And I need to know that you are on my side no matter what happens."

"Always Sir," he answered without hesitation. "I am on your side."

"And hers if need be," Fitz asked because he had too. He did not want her but right now he had no choice in the matter.

"Yes Mr. President. I'll do whatever needs to be done to protect the Republic and you. We'll figure something out," Cy assured him.

"Good," and then Fitz let go of the photo. He nodded to his Chief of staff, friend, and mentor to turn the photo over. He watched Cy's widen in disbelief and him begin to turn red.

"Seriously," Cyrus muttered.

"Yes," Fitz voiced in equal annoyance. Cy then placed the photo upside down on Fitz's desk and began to pace in circles around the Oval.

"Cy?"

"Cyrus." Fitz gently called his name.

Fitz then got up and walked to where he would come face to face with him. He knew he was brewing for a blow up and was bracing himself for it. "Cy? We can handle this. It's what you just said."

"You married HER!" He screamed at him.

"Yes," Fitz said running his hands back through his curls.

"HER! Where you out of your freaking mind?" Cyrus said going into Fitz's personal space. He looked right into Fitz's eyes and both men eye's mirrored the others emotions.

"At the time, no." Fitz reluctantly admitted.

"Bloody Hell," Cy groaned. "Why the hell for?"

"I thought she was the right person for me," Fitz answered truthfully.

"Obviously you were wrong. Gosh Darn. This is going to be more difficult now Sir. You know that." Cyrus started to say but Lauren knocked on the door.

"Excuse me Sir," Lauren looked at Fitz. "But she's here."

"Thank you," Fitz said. "Please show her in," and as Lauren stepped aside. The woman he was supposed to propose to this weekend, entered. She smiles widely, at Fitz and walks over to his arms. She said Hello to Cyrus and he whispered that they will postpone the weekend, until they can get a handle on things.

Cyrus then exits the room. Fitz and his girlfriend sit down for a talk he was SO not prepared for. "What's wrong," she asks.

"There's something I have to tell you…."

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TBC…Happy 1St #ScandalHangoverDay!

So…#IshGotGotRealYa'll FITZ IS STILL MARRIED! WTF! And to WHOM! Ha Ha. Not telling. You'll have to wait for that #FirstLadyBomb to drop! #WhatTheHuck! And who's his girlfriend? Nope still not telling. Is your head spinning yet?

It's like I always say, sometimes it's good to be #Evil but other times it's better to be #Wicked. In this case...I'm both!

Leave me your delicious #PumpkinSeeds if you ARE interested in more. (Just not burnt ones.)

Peace, Love and Pumpkins…Me's

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