Betrayal. The action of betraying one’s country, a group, or a person. Also known as treason. In this situation, at least.

Fitzgerald expected it as the leader of the free world. Not everyone wanted to be the president’s best bud. That was made quite clear when the Supreme Court Justice he considered a close friend, Verna Thornton, was the woman behind the shooting and attempt on his life.

What he never even began to anticipate was her involvement and actions in rigging the last election that made him president. What he never expected was Mellie’s involvement, Cyrus’ involvement, Hollis’ involvement, or your involvement.

His little fixer.

Getting rid of problems, solving the little issues for the big people, a gladiator in a suit. His gladiator in a suit.

The person he’d been cheating on his wife, The First Lady, with, for years. Years spent on you. Rendezvous in the various gardens surrounding the White House, storage closets, corners of the Oval Office hidden from the cameras.

Fitzgerald Grant was in love with you, desperately. Not Mellie. He hadn’t been in love with his own wife for quite some time.

But you’d rigged the election. A felony. You could all go to prison, he’d become illegitimate, and the consequences, Lord, the consequences. So he removed Verna Thornton’s oxygen mask. And she died.

Fitz committed murder. He was no longer innocent in the election rigging, he was an accomplice, and he needed an outlet.

Except he'd shut you out permanently. You still came to the White House, your job was fixing things. Problems, not people. You couldn’t fix him.

Fitz would still try.

You exited the meeting concerning the American operative hostages in Kandahar, walking briskly as soon as everyone is dismissed. Fitz is on your trail.

He tugs you into a supply closet, just like old times. Except it’s been ten months and you were convinced he hated you for the election rigging.

You slept together. If you could even call sleeping together that in a small, gloomy closet. You called it a mistake, referring to the Defiance scandal. Rigging the votes.

Fitz agreed, referring to the sex.

“Listen to me, {{user}}. Just because I cannot control how erect I get around you, does not mean we are “back together.” I do not want you. We are done. This was a… lapse in judgement.”