We'll meet again,
Don't know where, don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

Keep smiling through,
Just like you always do,
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds, far away. – Vera Lynn

A/N: Well, I didn't think it would be this soon for me to get inspired, but that new preview clip got my brain burning. When I saw the preview clip the song "We'll Meet Again" kept looping in my head. For those of you that don't know, this song plays over the last images of Stanley Kubrick's film "Dr. Strangelove: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb." This is a classic movie about a series of mistakes that lead to WWIII. You can watch the last bit of that movie if you go to YouTube and type in "We'll Meet Again - Dr. Strangelove." I initially did this as a one-off, but now I've got a story that I'm thinking about. This will definitely be an alternative universe. Hope you stick around for the ride.

Prologue:

She went to the safe and pulled out the 1989 Chateau Petrus Bordeaux. Last she looked it was priced at $6,000. Her father sent the bottle to her in the mail when she graduated from law school with a note that it was still young but that she should hold on to it as an investment. She found the bottle opener and a wine glass. She could hear the wine splash the sides of the bottle as she popped out the cork. She poured the wine almost to the top of the glass, which she knew was a no-no. She should have let it breathe. But what did it matter anymore? What did anything matter?

She moved a chair close to the window, slipped off her heels and propped her feet on the window seal. She took a sip of the wine and held it on her tongue. It was flamboyant and complex and she could almost taste chocolate covered raisins and cherry wood. Damn, that's a good wine.

She took a larger swig as she watched the cars packed in the streets and people honking their horns insistently. Some people abandoned their cars and just started running, to where, she had no idea. A few people were fighting in the streets. She even saw a man pull out a gun and shoot someone else in the head. She took another sip of wine.

She took this office space for the view. It overlooked the White House. This was a perfect vantage point to watch it all go down. The White House lawn was swarming with military. They may not be saved, but they would make sure others were kept out. She wondered if Fitz was in the bunker by now. She hoped it was enough. She hoped that it would protect him.

She could have been saved at one point.

She had the Providence Key, the code that would have gotten her to a safe haven in case of a disaster. But she used it to meet with Fitz and Mellie and save her reputation instead. And she did. When she met Fitz and Mellie in that secured location and devised a plan to put her name back in the bottle, it worked. They all lied and said it wasn't her that had the affair with the President. They created another diversion and within a week she was back working on other people's problems. It was handled. She was still Olivia Pope, fixer extraordinaire.

Of course, that was the last time she was ever alone with Fitz. Because even if no one believed they had an affair, the rumors would always be there. So in order to combat them, they never saw each other personally again. She did see him once, at a fundraiser. He gave a speech, she couldn't remember what it was even about, but his eyes rarely left hers. She left before the meet and greet.

Abby and Quinn left the office about thirty minutes earlier when they realized that no one from the White House was going to come and rescue Olivia Pope. They hoped to find some way out of the city before the first strike. Harrison was out of town. His brother was getting married in New York. Maybe he would be safe, but she doubted it. New York was targeted too. Huck left last year. When he was finally reunited with his family he went so deep underground that she had no idea where he was. She imagined him and his family at some farm in the Midwest. He liked to grow things. Maybe they could survive the fallout.

She wondered what would have happened if she never used the Providence Key. Would she be in that bunker too? Her halo a little tarnished, but with Fitz? Or perhaps he never would have gotten re-elected and it would have been just the two of them at his ranch in Santa Barbara making love at the end of the world.

But she had made her choice. No use in thinking of what could have happened now.

Instead, she thought about the night they had made love in her apartment and the joy she felt. She wanted that to be her last memory.

She saw the multiple missiles appear low in the D.C. skyline. They almost looked like falling stars. Her last thought was of him saying hi to her in the shower.

She saw a bright light flash and felt the glass pierce her skin.

So will you please say hello,
To the folks that I know,
Tell them I won't be long,
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go
I was singing this song.

We'll meet again,
Don't know where, don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day. – Vera Lynn

They had little warning of the strike. The newly installed leader of the rogue nation broadcasted a pre-recorded tape about forty minutes before the missiles landed. As soon as it ended, the nuclear strike warning system lit up like a Christmas tree. This was really happening.

Fitz spent most of the forty minutes in the Situation Room. They launched the secret Strategic Defense system to try and intercept the weapons, but most of the counter-missiles did not hit their targets. They also launched their own arsenal against the enemy. Those sons of bitches would go down as well.

Teddy and his nanny were taken down to the bunker first. Mellie was back in California, where she was most of the time these days already planning her run for Governor. She would be taken to a secured location. Karen and Jerry would be as well. He didn't know if he would ever see any of them again. How long until it would it be safe to travel after a nuclear winter?

The Secret Service kept on urging him down to the shelter, but he refused to go until he knew she was safe. He had sent his some of his agents to get her first thing. It had taken a lot of precious time just for them to get out of the freaking building. Everything was in lock-down. The only people that were getting in were people with the Providence Key.

It was only ten minutes away by car, they had to get her.

Twenty minutes left.

Tom put his hand on Fitz's shoulder and told him they had to go. "Get your hands off me," he yelled as he physically pushed Tom away.

The agent raised both hands and backed away. "Sir, we've got exactly ten minutes. That's all the time we can afford. I will physically remove you to the shelter at that time," Tom resolutely declared.

"Well, where the fuck are your boys? Why aren't they doing their job," Fitz asked sharply.

"I've been talking to them; they have been making their way towards her building. It's chaos out there, sir," Tom said apologetically.

Seventeen minutes.

Fourteen minutes.

At twelve minutes Tom received a phone call that made him turn white as a sheet. He spoke to a few agents around him before he turned to Fitz. "Sir, there was some confusion between the military and our agents. They never made it to her building, they are dead sir."

Fitz felt the pit of his stomach fall and all the blood drain from his face. He got up from his chair and tried to leave the room. He would goddamn get her himself. Tom blocked the exit. He punched Tom in the face and the agent staggered a bit before three other agents tackled Fitz to the ground. He threw one off of him and tried to get up when Tom joined the fray. The four agents restrained him while a nurse injected him with a tranquilizer.

"Olivia," he screamed. His face was red with every vein bulging, his blue eyes blood shot. He yelled her name once again before Tom knocked him out with a punch to the face.

The days until the Inauguration were ticking by. She had insisted that they would stop before he became President. He played along, but he knew that they would never be over. He was taking a victory tour, going to the States that had the most impact and thanking his biggest contributors.

She was right by his side the whole time. He could almost pretend that she was his real wife. What kind of coward was he to marry Mellie and not wait for her to show up?

After a particularly intense session of making love, she rested on his chest while he gently traced circles on her back. This felt so right. It was like the last piece of the puzzle that he spent a long time searching for. "This was meant to be." For a moment, he didn't know he spoke the words out loud.

"What," she asked as she lifted her head, her face perplexed.

"I mean, don't you feel it, Olivia?" His voice grew thick with emotion, "How can we end this? I feel like I have known you before, like I was supposed to have met you."

She looked at him, and smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. "Well, then you shouldn't worry, Fitz." Her face grew serious, and she gave him a kiss before adding, "If we've met before, then we'll just meet again."

She smiled again as he rolled on top of her and gave her another kiss.