TITLE: Indignant Relations Of Faith

CHAPTER 2

SUMMARY: Both Mackenzie and Becca are at important, but different times in their lives as Mackenzie is faced with an impending breakout of war between Europe and South East Asia and Becca is about to leave for college; but a secret they both share is about to ruin many lives.

AUTHOR: M.C.Dunnigan

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This piece contains sensitive material, such as violence and sexual references. I apologise if this causes any unintended offence. Any notes/criticism/ideas are very welcome, I'd like to have some input with what is being written. Please review.

DISCLAIMER:I do not own any of the characters that appear in this piece who are featured in the show. All additional characters, however, are my own.

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"I cannot believe the cheek of this guy!" Mackenzie Allen shouted as she doubled over in pain.

"Madam President, are you alright? Here, sit down." Her Chief of Staff pulled a chair over to her and helped lower her into it.

"I'll be fine in a moment, Jim. I'm just a little under the weather. Anyway, where was I?"

"You were slamming the President of Italy, Madam President." Jim put in his helpful advice.

"Tell his Chief of Staff that I will not now, nor ever condone or stand by and allow the murders of two Chinese boys to happen and be passed off as a political sacrafice. Oh and call the offices of Priminister Eksvach and Priminister Caudette tell them I would like to speak to them directly on this and ASAP."

"Yes, Ma'am. Would you like me to get a doctor?"

"No, but I would like my husband." She tried to elevate her way out of the chair, but instead, her body slammed hard to the ground with a loud thud.

"Oh my Lord!" Someone gasped in the distance as several people crouched over Meckenzie, checking she was still breathing and moving her into the respitory position.

"Isn't the doctor here yet?" Jim yelled. "And get the First Gentleman. Immediately!"

Becca Calloway smoothed down the creases in her dress and tried to bury her face in her drink. She wasn't used to these kind of events. In fact, they made her very uncomfortable and slightly nauseus. Stacy was right, what was she thinking coming here? Natalie probably didn't even like her. It had probably just been a stunt because she liked Horace. She really -

"Hey, Becca."

She looked up to see 19 year old Jonas Byron standing in front of her.

What a weird day, she thought. She had fancied Jonas sinced forever and he had never spoken to her before now. Did he think that she would want -

"I said, 'hey, Becca." Jonas repeated, flashing his wide white grin at her.

"Er, er, I ... Hi, Jonas." She stuttered, unable to look him in the eye. He laughed at her and took the drink out of her hand. He placed it down on the table next to him and took her hand in his.

Becca looked up at him, timidly.

"Do you want to come a walk with me?"

"I ... I can't, really. Secret Service." She muttered, embarrased.

"Well, let's just go upstairs instead. Chill out. Surely that's alright?" He grinned and his smile made her go weak at the knees. "I got a bit of a headache and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather relax with."

"Sure." She whispered, flattered by his charm and gripped onto his hand tightly as he led her upstairs.

Horace glanced around the room looking for Becca. They were needed at home immediately and he was worried that no one could find her.

"Natalie, have you seen my sister?" He asked the girl that had been clinging onto him tight all night until he had spurned her advances and told her to slow down. Now, it seemed as if she were bored with him as she stood, flirting with other boys. "Natalie, have you seen my sister?" He asked her again, this time, touching her elbow for recognition.

"What?" She spun around, annoyed. "She went upstairs with Jonas Byron. Maybe the little frigid bitch is finally going to lose her virginity!" She laughed and so did everyone else around her.

"Don't you dare talk about my sister like that!" He scorned her. He was just about to open his mouth again when one of the secret service agents started whispering into his mouthpiece.

Horace glanced upwards to the top of the stairs to see Becca slowly making her way down.

Even in the distance he could see her face was red and she streamed tears.

He rushed over to her and put an arm over her shoulder.

"Becca, what happened?" He asked her, concerned.

"Nothing. I just ... nothing, Horace. I want to go home." She kept her head down, her long dirty blonde hair falling around her face.

"That's exactly where we're going." He told her as the Secret Service made their way over to them and rushed them outside to a waiting security vehicle. "Mom's in hospital." He whispered.