Disclaimer: All characters of the Television show Commander in Chief are properties of Touchstone Television. Princes Charles and William are public figures and are being borrowed for the sake of a story. None of this is real.

Her Majesty, Madame President

By S.K. Rowling

This is going off on my theory that the show is set fifteen to twenty years in the future. This will explain the whole age issue you will encounter in this story. This is also about a year into her time in office and she is gearing up to begin campaigning in earnest.

What if Rod Cheated on Mac? It is totally possible and the way the episode Tricky Dicks proves how she might react if it were true. Of course I started writing this story way before the episode was slated to air, so no I didn't even know they were going to go there. I went there a while ago.

You see I do this thing with my imagination, and don't laugh at me but I live out the life of my characters. And Rod kind of bores me so I wanted to get rid of him somehow. And in my head I did. So I'm writing it down… it is totally confounding I know but I enjoyed playing it out.

Enjoy the story. The title will make sense at the end of the story, though the disclaimer probably gives you a clue.

His Majesty

"The Prince and the Prime Minister arrived safely last night," the reporter on the television said as Mac dressed for the day. "The Prince and Prime Minister are here on a spontaneous diplomatic visit with President Allen and will be honored at a state dinner tonight at the White House."

"Of course," Mac said turning off the set, "The fact that I just got back from Iraq dealing with the hell that Bush left me with means nothing at all." She had been in negotiations the past week to get the U.S. to relax their hold on Iraqi occupation. It had been twenty years, and the problems weren't anywhere near a resolution.

Mac knew that if she relaxed the occupation of Iraq, insurgents were going to rise up in arms against the diminished forces. When the U.S. leaves it is going to have to be a complete evacuation. Iraq wasn't ready for that yet.

"Relax Mac, it should be fun to have people that don't want to totally screw you over in the White House for a day." Rod said coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

She turned in his arms and kissed him softly "Yeah I guess... You know I've met him before," She said, then she bent down to put on her shoes.

"The Prime Minister?" Rod said, "Yes I did."

"Yeah, him too, but I was talking about the Prince," Mac said with a grin.

"Really?" Rod said straightening his tie.

"When I was in College, he came to visit and I was one of the many in the crowd, He shook my hand, and I swear he was flirting. But then he is really charming." Mac answered.

"Maybe he'll remember." Rod said in a teasing tone.

Mac snorted and walked out of the bedroom and to the breakfast table. "Good morning everyone," She said bending down to kiss the top of Horace's head, "Hey baby." She said kissing Amy's cheek. She placed her hand on her mother's shoulder as she made her way to her chair.

"Where is your sister?" Rod asked taking a seat at the head of the table.

"I don't know." Horace said finishing off his cereal.

"Is she at the very least awake?" Mac asked started then stopped with a spoon full of fruit halfway to her mouth. She was staring at her daughter as she walked into the dining room. Her make up was a bit drastic, and she was wearing all black extra gothic that morning. "Uh... Good morning Becca," the President stated resuming her actions.

"Hey," Becca said plopping down next to her mother.

"Rough night?" Mac asked taking a bite of her bran muffin.

"Mom..." Becca said with a sigh.

"Becca..." Mac responded with an exasperated sigh of her own.

"I'm just trying to express myself," The teen said standing up; forgetting her breakfast.

"Fine... Just take a bagel with you or something." Mac said as she watched her daughter's leather clad legs walk out of the dining room. "What the hell?" She mumbled to herself and headed to The Oval.

"You can't tell me you didn't have a rebellious phase." Rod said following her.

"Not THAT rebellious," Mac answered, "I mean she keeps telling me that she doesn't want everyone talking about her, and looking at her... all she is doing is calling attention to herself. The press is going to devour her."

"Maybe this is the only way she can think of to get back at you, so you'd drop out of the race," Rod answered, and before she could say I told you so he said, "You are running Mac."

"I know... But she's my baby Rod," Mac insisted as she nodded at an aide.

"She is not a baby," Rod insisted, "She is seventeen-years-old, she will survive."

"Madame president, the Prime minister is here." Vince said as she entered her outer office.

"Talk about an early bird," Mac said as she took a few files from Vince as she walked by. "Thanks."

"He was probably already awake." Rod said stepping aside to let her through to the oval.

"Good morning Minister Battingfield," Mac said shaking his hand.

"Madam President," he said as she signaled for him to regain his seat.

"I hope you enjoy your visit," Mac said as he sat down on the couch she had signaled to. Mack sat on the couch across from him; "It is always a pleasure to have you here."

"Certainly madam," The portly man said sitting back and taking out a handkerchief and running it over his forehead, "We have always enjoyed the good relations between our countries."

Mac smiled at the man taking in his middle-aged balding head and red nose and finding it funny that most of the British men she'd met kind of looked the same. "So why are you here?" She asked knowing he was a bit nervous.

"See madam, it seems as though our government has hit a bit of a snag," The Brit said, "Our British military has been lacking in funds as of late, because of..."

"Because you've been helping us with the whole war against terrorism thing," Mac finished for him.

"Precisely," Battingfield responded, "Our economy has been quite strained, and..."

"Let me guess, you need more money, or you're going to pull out of Iraq." Mac continued.

"Yes," He answered seeing that this woman did not beat around the bush.

"Okay," Mac said standing up Battingfield followed suit. "Tomorrow we will meet with my cabinet, and discuss our options. But remember this is not only an American war. England and Spain have also fallen victim to this groups."

"Yes Ma'am, I am aware of this. It is the reason why the prince insisted that we do this in person rather than by phone." The Brit stated shifting slightly.

"Really?" The president said walking him to the door, "That's smart of him, I had no idea that royalty was so involved."

"They give their input, and sometimes it's good." The Prime Minister said as Mac opened the door to her office.

"Have you had the tour? It should just be a few minutes until the press conference." Mac asked.

"No I haven't had the pleasure." Battingfield said.

"Good, I'll see you in a bit," Mac said, "Vince, could you show the Prime Minister around while we wait for the Press conference?"

"Yes ma'am," Vince said leading the Prime Minister out towards the east wing.

"Madame President, why is the Prince of England visiting with us today?" Bill from the post asked. Mac sat on a stool to one side opposite the Prince.

She looked at the two British men wondering why the question was directed at her in the first place, "I don't know. The New York hot dogs, and Chicago deep dish?"

"Indeed," Prince William laughed, "She's been doing a fantastic job since her inception this past year, and we are here in support for the race to the presidency."

Mac smiled, "Thank you, that means a lot."

William locked his gaze on the president, and smiled, Mac was riveted and barely heard the next question. "Madame President, It's been twenty years since the occupation of Iraq has started, what is England getting in return for their help with the war on terror?"

"Um... It is a joint effort between our governments. Everyone seems to forget that England and other European countries have been victimized as we were," Mac stated.

In the back of the room Dickey and Jim stare, "Do you see that?" Jim asked

"Yes I do," Dickey said, "god the sparks are flying."

"Do you think it's a mutual attraction?" Jim asked watching the prince attempt to charm the president.

Mac laughed at something William said and Dickey turned to Jim, "Subconsciously, Yes."

"Should we worry?" Jim asked, "Because if we can see it…"

"Not unless she starts taking royal booty calls Jim," Dickey retorted, "He's a charming devil, that prince."

Rod only half watched from side of the stage. He didn't see the way the Prince looked at his wife, and frankly he really didn't care. His mind was in his office, he wanted to get back to it as quickly as possible.