DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE, NOR HAVE AN AFFILIATIONS WITH THE GOVT., AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT THIS THING COVERS LMAO.

Kara Evans- Michaela McManus

Angel Garcia- Diane Guerrero

The sound of the loud alarm sounded throughout the room, groans escaping the mouths of the two people who laid in the bed. The woman opened her eyes and stared at the man in front of her, who was looking back, she gave a smile before leaning over and kissing him. She rolled from under his embrace, sitting up in bed and turning until her feet touched the floor, grabbing her abandoned dress and slipping it back on over her naked body. She picked up her heels and walked out of the room, being met with a pair of eyes they were familiar to the owner's she just slept with hours ago.

Kara picked up the purse for the couch and walked to her, pushing it to her chest, "Hope you packed your dignity in there."

Sam sighed as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pushing off the doorframe when he watched the girl storm out, slamming the front door behind her, "Why are you always rude to my company?"

Kara ignored him as she shrugged off her rain coat, heading to the kitchen, "When's the last time you had a decent home cooked meal?"

"I ate last night."

"Yeah, fast food." She said as she noticed the greasy bags on the counter, shaking her head, "Sam."

"I'm fine, Kara. I wish you all would understand that. I just need a moment."

"You've been having your moment for three months now." Kara stared at her little brother, eyes going over to the medicine bottles, "Are you taking your medication?"

"Yes, I just refilled the bottles yesterday, your royal highness."

Kara pursed her lips before going to the refrigerator and opening it up, scanning to see what she could prepare, "I'm just checking on you and making sure you don't down spiral."

Sam rolled his eyes as he picked up his abandoned shirt from the floor and threw it on, taking a seat at the bar. He knew she meant well but he was tired of everyone hovering over him. He just needed space for awhile, "I'm fine. I'm not a ticking time bomb you know."

"No, I honestly don't." She said as she came back and faced him, seeing him roll his jaw, "Look, I'm your older sister, I care about you. We care about you. You don't need to push us away when we can help you. You're family, and the last thing we want you to feel is that if we don't love you."

"Kara."

"Go take a shower and brush your teeth, I'm taking you out for breakfast. And no is not an answer." She said as she took a seat on the couch, watching as he continued to stare at her, "Go."

Sam grunted before rolling his eyes again, getting up from his seat and headed back to his bedroom to do exactly what she said. He disliked very much when the authority jumped out in her voice. It reminded him too much of their mother.

"That's like trying to lower taxes on the working class, but raise it on the rich. That's what our current president is trying to do and I don't think it's right." The young man, known as Clint Peters stated, staring directly at the young woman, "Care to comment, Jones."

"Oh, you don't want to hear what I have to say, Peters. So no, no comment." Mercedes gave him a fake smile, hearing the professor's timer go off indicating that it was time for them to leave. She closed her book and turned off her laptop, placing both items in her book bag as she rolled her eyes for the fifth time during this class period, standing up from her seat. Hearing the professor give out last minute assignments as she walked out the class, aside her friend, Angel. It was required that she had to take a Government class for the sake of information, but she hated every last second of it.

"I don't know how you do it."

"It's expected. Nothing he or anyone else tries to say on the slick bothers me. Everybody has an opinion, but they're expecting to get a reaction out of me." Mercedes said as she looked over at her, shrugging, "I only come out of character when you come for my family incorrectly outside of this political shit other than that, you're getting a civil response with a fake ass, polite smile."

Mercedes Jones was a twenty-three year old senior at Georgetown. She was pursuing a degree in Psychology, in hopes of becoming a therapist. Growing up, she expected her college experience to be full of wild parties, hangovers, busy late nights in libraries, all while still getting good grades. And it was still that but thing was, it was cut limited due to the fact that she was daughter of The President of The United States. She was use to the security detail because her father was the Governor of Maryland at first, but it was one to two men back then. Now, she had at least ten following her around everyday. It was exhausting. And plus, she had to maintain a good reputation because all eyes were on her. One wrong move, backlash casted a bad outlook on her father.

Angel adjusted her purse on her shoulder as they walked down the steps and out the building, "You're still coming tomorrow night, right?"

Mercedes smiled at her, chuckling as they came to a stop, "Trust and believe, I'll be there. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Alright, I'm counting on you." Angel said as she leaned over and gave her a hug, "Call you later, girlie."

"Bye." Mercedes waved before turning on her heels, sighing when she saw the truck waiting for her, grunting lowly as she headed for it.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Jones."

"Mike, stop..please." She told the man as he opened the door for her, groaning when he shook his head, getting inside.

Mike smiled as he closed the door, stepping back into the passenger seat. Mike had known the girl since her father got elected into office back in Maryland, working with the driving detail of the secret service. He was six years older than her and saw her as the little sister he never knew he wanted.

"Freedom, I just want freedom." Mercedes mumbled as she leaned back into the seat, pulling out her phone, "Can we stop and get some food, please?"

"We can go through a drive-thru, yes."

Mercedes groaned as she laid her head back, lifting her phone and responding to a text from her friend, Hazel, "You know, I'm very capable of getting out to get some food."

"Mercedes, you continuously slip your detail, we're not letting you out of our sight." The driver, named John spoke up as he kept his eyes focused on the road.

Mercedes smirked as she crossed her arms, "Well, I actually like you guys, I wouldn't do you like that."

Mike cracked a smile, looking over at John, who just shook his head. This girl was truly something else. But what she said was indeed true. She never once left their sight, ever.

Sam spent the day letting what his sister had said earlier marinate in his head and came to the conclusion that she was right. He had spent months pushing his family away just so he could face his demons alone. They loved him and vice versa, and he knew that they were going to get through this rough patch. He just needed time to get himself together and let go of his pride. He placed his key into the hole and turned it to unlock it, pulling it out and stepping into his apartment. Taking his earphones out, he stripped from his shirt that was full of sweat, getting back in from his nightly run. He headed into his living room, moving over to grab one of his guns from underneath the counter when his light came on, switching the safety off and turning to point into the direction where the person was, "Who are you and how the fuck did you get into my place?"

"Samuel Evans." The man greeted as he looked from the gun to to man, both not phasing him one bit as he made his way towards him.

"Take one more step and I will shoot you."

The man rolled his eyes as he went for something in his jacket, pulling out an envelope and tossing it on the counter beside him, "The President wants to meet you tomorrow afternoon."

"President?" Sam asked with confusion, looking him up and down, noting his black attire, "POTUS?"

"He's expecting you." The unknown man as he gave him a look before turning around, exiting out of his apartment, "You're on the first flight out to D.C. tonight. Don't miss it."

Sam stared at the man as he walked out, closing the door behind him, questions still consuming him. He switched the safety back on his gun and sat it down on the table, picking and opening up the envelope. Sure enough there was a ticket, and pass to get into the White House, "What in the hell?"

A/N. I've decided to end My Samcedes journey with one last hoorah! It's been so much fun writing for my forever OTP! I'm going to miss it & them! Let me know your thoughts so far!