Hello Olitzers! Here I am again :).

I am so angry at the season 5 winter finale (5x09) that I stopped watching the series. I am not going to watch it anymore unless I hear that they are back together. I really wish they end up together, but that woman (lol that's what I call Olivia these days) has to earn Fitz. The man is crazy about her. He does everything for her and she goes ahead and turns tricks behind his back, smh. But I love their love, and I cannot not think about them (I am seriously in need of therapy!). I am soo angry at Olivia for what she did in the last few episodes, so this is a scenario that will make her suffer for a while (*devilish laugh*). Think of this as 5x10 (maybe).

She was in her car, on her way to OPA when she found out about it.

"President Grant is in James Madison Hospital after a stroke. He is in surgery and in critical condition." was all she heard. She suddenly lost control of the vehicle and after a few moments, hit the brakes hard in order not to hit a car that was crossing the intersection.

She had stopped in the middle of the road, not even hearing the honks from the other cars. Her eyes were ringing and she was practically paralyzed.

It was only after a few minutes that she realized where she was. Tears started flowing down her cheeks and she started driving, this time towards James Madison.

People did not know that they were no longer together, so she faced no resistance when she asked where his room is, and when she asked about his condition. And now, there she was, sitting outside an operating room, her head bowed and in between her hands.

Her face was pale and her hands were shaking. People were trying to take her to an exam room, but it was out of question. He was inside, fighting for his life... She wasn't leaving this spot.

She looked at anyone who exited the operating room with begging eyes. A couple times someone came outside and told them that the surgery was still going on and that the president's situation was critical. It wasn't until hours later that the lead surgeon emerged from the OR with swollen, red eyes and sunk shoulders.

"It was a very tricky surgery. His previous brain surgeries made it more complicated. We were able to intervene in time, but regardless, the situation is touch-and-go. We just have to wait and see. He is in a medically induced coma, we will need to monitor him and reassess the situation every day. Ms Pope, we did the very best we could, now we have to wait. If his vitals remain stable, you can see him for a few minutes tomorrow. For now, I think it is best if you could try to take some rest."

She didn't even acknowledge the last part of the conversation. She walked shakily and sat on a chair, leaning her head towards the wall.

The next day she was allowed to see him for 10 minutes. She hesitantly held his hand, and started crying. "Fitz... Please come back to me. I made a mistake, I cannot live without you. I cannot... Please don't leave me."

Days passed by... There was no change in his condition. She had barely eaten in the past few days. She could not think of anything other than him. She stood up to walk to the window of the ICU to take a look at him and just when her hand barely touched the glass, everything went black. She woke up a while later in an exam room, with a doctor and nurses next to her. She was hooked to an IV and they were drawing blood. The doctor explained to her; "Ms Pope you exhausted yourself to your limits in the past few days, you have to take better care of yourself. We are drawing blood to run some tests, just to make sure everything is fine." Things were hazy at first, but as she came to, the weight of the situation overwhelmed her and she started crying and whimpering.

She'd had an abortion only a few days ago, and never had time to rest or to take care of herself. It had further weakened her physical and mental state. The abortion, she thought… She couldn't, for the life of her, remember why she had done it.

Do I even have the right to be around him? Do I even have the right to ask him to come back to life, come back to me? She asked herself.

She couldn't contain herself in the hospital bed; she had to go see him. When she was in the room, she knelt down next to the bed and took his hand in between hers, closed her eyes, and begged him to wake up repeatedly. "Please come back to me, please come back to us. I'm sorry, Fitz. I'm sorry for everything you ever had to go through because of me. I'm sorry. I know I don't deserve you, but please come back. I was just scared, I felt cornered. But I should have trusted you. Please, Fitz. Please come back. Please let me right my wrong." She kept begging him with tears flooding down her face. All she could do was cry, ask him to come back, and hold on to his hand as if her life depended on it.

Nothing was happening though. He wasn't waking up. He wasn't moving. The monitors weren't showing any changes. As if to say he didn't even want to come back, to say he didn't even believe her…

Days passed, then weeks… They had stopped the medicines they gave him to make him sleep, and had been wating for him to wake up. He was still unconscious though, lying on that bed with his eyes closed, his skin pale, and his face… almost… lifeless.

She had never left. He was not in the ICU anymore, he was in a private room. The hospital let her stay full time, they brought an additional bed into his room so she could sleep there at night when they realized she wouldn't leave until he was well.

Five weeks had passed. His vitals were stable but he showed no signs of consciousness. He wasn't waking up and everyone's hopes were taking a hit with every passing day.

She had a lot of time to think in those weeks when she watched him lie there unconscious. She thought about how their relationship started, the connection they felt, the pull they had for each other. The day they met, she felt something she had never felt before. Something she couldn't even describe. She was pulled towards him, towards his eyes. She felt the inexplicable need to be wrapped in his arms. He was almost a stranger at that point, but she felt that the only place in this world that she could find real peace was his embrace.

With every passing minute she was becoming more drawn to him, and it seemed like the feelings were, in fact, mutual. They had a "one minute" in the hallway one day, and she could swear she saw his soul through his eyes. The way he looked at her… It took her breath away. By the end of that one minute, she knew she would be trapped in his love until the end of her days.

What came after was an explosive night in his hotel room. One night when she could not make herself believe that she was supposed to go back to her room and not have anything to do with him other than their professional relationship, she went with him to his room and let herself be surrounded by his love and consumed by their lust. His touch, oh, his touch… It was nothing like she had ever experienced before. It was electrifying. And his kisses… When his lips touched her skin, she lost all contact with reality. She was in a dream, a dream that involved only the two of them, a dream she wished lasted forever.

Then she thought about the days they were apart. Every day was torture; every night was full of longing. She pined for him. Once it was him that pushed her away, it was because of Defiance. She could only function thanks to work. Outside of work, she had no life. Even breathing was painful. She was living for the sake of living. Later on she found out that he suffered as much as she did, if not more.

Other times it was her that pushed him away. It was never because she didn't want him. No, it was never because she wanted to leave him. But always because she felt she had to... He was married, he had children, he was the president, her father was the head of B613, her father killed his child…

One thing never changed, though. There was a truth, a fact: They were madly in love with each other.

She thought about how they had overcome everything, his divorce, their affair being exposed… She thought of him picking her up from her apartment and proudly walking next to her, holding her waist with one hand and her hand with the other while taking her out on a date. There were cameras everywhere, the whole world was watching them. But he looked like he didnt have a care in the world, as if he was daring the whole world to come between them.

She thought about the blissful few weeks they had together before things started to go wrong. How they went to bed together every night, and made love until the wee hours of the morning. How they would not go to sleep until they were both spent because there was so much time to make up for and neither of them had the will to stop exploring each other. They would make love, lie down in each other's arms, breathe in each other's scent, talk about anything and everything, and then… They would make love again…

Mornings were blissful. They would wake up to each other. They would shower together, get ready together, have breakfast together. Together… There was that one day when Olivia was not feeling particularly well because she had a cold. Fitz had stayed up all night, checking her fever, changing her clothes, getting her to drink water, rubbing her chest and back, holding her in his arms… She was feeling much better in the morning, but it would not stop him from caring for her. He had watched her eat until he was confident she had enough, and he wouldn't take no for an answer when it came to the orange juice. That was to be drunk and there would be no negotiations about it. She was not to disobey a direct order from the POTUS. That day he didn't leave the residence, he cancelled his meetings and worked from there.

He made sure she took her medicines, made sure she ate and drank... He even bathed her. That day seemed so far away now.

She thought of their last days together and their fight - the fight that ended everything. Yes, he was being inconsiderate, and he was punishing her. But was she innocent? Definitely not… She had betrayed his trust one more time and that was why he was acting out. He kept forgiving her no matter what she did. Wasn't he human too? Didn't that mean he could sometimes make mistakes too? Had she just talked to him, he would have seen the errors of his ways, he would have let her be herself. If only she had the clarity she had now, she would have communicated her discomfort to him, and he would have understood her. He would have done anything to make them work. He would have done anything to make her happy – like he always had.

She thought about the baby they wouldn't have because she chose so. "Oh Fitz, what did I do?" she said to herself through tears.

She knew in her heart that she didn't deserve him to come back to her. If only he would wake up, she would spend her entire life trying to get him to forgive her. She would beg him all her life if that's what it took. But now, the most important thing was for him to wake up, to open his beautiful blue eyes. Everything else was secondary.

She thought about the night they broke up. The night he had the stroke… She had left the White House and gone home, had a new couch delivered, sat watching her Christmas tree and having wine. She wanted to make herself believe that she was at peace, but if she was really honest with herself, she didn't feel the way she thought she would. Even that night she knew she had made a mistake. She had gotten her freedom but the happiness that came with it had only lasted all of a few hours and by the end of the night, she was missing him terribly. What was freedom anyway? Was it doing whatever you wanted whenever you wanted? Was she not free just because she had to live in the White House with him for 18 months? Was that a violation of her freedom or was that an 18-month-long compromise that would get them to their home in Vermont where they could grow old together? And that wasn't even the problem. Had she told him how this situation made her feel, had she opened up to him, he would find a way to accommodate her needs. He was never one to deny her anything.

She hadn't talked, she hadn't opened up. Like always, she had chosen to run away. She had chosen to abort their baby, break up with him, and move out of the White House. A relationship of almost seven years had ended in her hands in all of one day.

She was consumed with guilt, helplessness, and desperation.

She was asking the doctor for updates every day, sometimes twice a day. The answer had always been the same: His vitals were stable, but they couldn't know if or when he would wake up. They were hopeful, though. But that day the doctor told her something utterly devastating. Fitz had been in a coma for such a long time that their hopes of him waking up were decreasing every passing day. And even if he woke up, they couldn't be sure whether he would have his memory, his ability to walk and talk… Not having woken up for almost six weeks now was not a good sign.

Her brain could not process half of what the doctor told her. It simply could not be true. It could not happen.

She found herself on the bed. She lied down next to him and put her forehead in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent and crying while begging him to wake up. She put one of her hands on his heart. It was at that point that she felt a slight movement. She held her breath and looked at him, trying to understand what was going on. Could it be real? Could he have moved?

Then his hand twitched. And his eyelids fluttered. He really was waking up!

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you..." She cried. Thanking him maybe hundreds of times.

He was awake.

The doctors did an initial examination. He seemed fine, even though a full recovery would take time – he had some trouble forming words, and his muscles seemed weak. But he was alive, and he was awake. And that was all that mattered to Olivia.

Ever since he woke up, his eyes were on her. It seemed like he didn't believe she was there. After the doctor left the room, Olivia approached him and held his hand tightly; putting small kisses on his face. "Thank you, Fitz… Thank you for waking up. Thank you so much." she kept repeating. After a while she pulled away, enough to look at his eyes. "I am sorry, Fitz. I am an idiot for leaving you. I am so sorry. Please take me back. Please…" she said with tears rolling down her cheeks.

It was hard for him to talk, but he responded, "I l…ov…e y…y…ou Li…vv…ie…".

She was now holding both of his hands tightly and kissing them again and again. He was awake and he was hers… He had forgiven her.