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

President Lawrence Jones- Martin Dorsla

Oakley Conner- Heather Hopkins

It took Sam a good thirty minutes to pack, get to the airport, and board on the plane. It was an hour long non-stop flight through the night and for the first time in awhile, he actually went to sleep on a plane. He didn't know why because he was beyond nervous to why he was meeting with the President, and he was never nervous about anything. Once he touched down in D.C., they had a car waiting for him outside of the plane. Whatever it was, it must be pretty serious for him to be getting treatment like this. He arrived not too long afterwards, where he had easy access and assistance to get to where he needed to be.

"Mr. President, Commander Samuel Evans is here for his appointment."

"Send him in."

"Yes sir." The woman turned around and faced the man, who was sitting in one of the chairs in the area, "The President will see you now."

Sam nodded his head towards her as he got up, fixing his shirt as he made his way in. He saw the man get up from his seat and meet him halfway, his gulp unnoticeable but present, "Mr. President, it's very nice too meet you."

"Likewise, Commander Evans." Lawrence greeted as he shook his hand before gesturing to the chair, "Please have a seat."

Sam did as he was told, watching as he went back to his own and sat down, pulling out a Manila folder that had his name on it.

"You enlisted into the Navy at seventeen. What made you do so?"

"My father served for twenty years and when he was killed, they told us it was in the line of duty but I never believed it. Honestly, I only followed in his footsteps to find out what really happened to him."

"And did you?"

"It took me three years but I did. They were telling the truth." Sam said as he ran his hands down his pants, sighing, "I knew when I signed up, there wasn't going to be an easy out because I'm not a quitter. So, I better myself in every aspect, got promoted to a SEAL team and eventually loved what I was doing."

"It shows." Lawrence said as he folded his hands and placed them against his stomach, leaning back in his seat, "You served a combined classified three month team mission with my son LJ five years ago."

"Yes sir, I remember him. Very attentive and accurate at his job."

Lawrence smiled and let out a chuckle, "That's my boy. He mentioned you in some of the letters he wrote. He admired you, said that you were the best he's ever seen." He stood up for his chair and walked around, sitting on his desk, "I've read your file and checked your background. You're twenty-seven and you've accomplished a lot of things that many twice your age haven't, even your father. I'm very impressed."

"Well, thank you Mr. President." Sam responded humbly as he stared at him for a moment, "With all due respect, I'm just confused on to why I'm here."

"My daughter has slipped three sets of security details this year alone. With the climate we're in at the moment, her life is always at stake. I've tried quadrupling the security around her but somehow, she's outsmarted them. I don't feel she's safe and obviously she's not taking it seriously. I know you're discharged at the moment but you have been recommend to me by a very trusted friend and your name rang a bell to me when I remembered my son letters. That alone made me know that if you graciously accept, you are the man for the job. With you, I wouldn't have to second guess my daughter's safety or the measures you would take to ensure that. My main concern is her and she will be your main responsibility as well, but I would also like you to become head of my security team. You hold the power and make the decisions that you feel are needed. I know it's a few levels down than what you did but I really could use you." He continued to look at him, watching and knowing that the wheels were spinning in his head, "I also know it's a lot to take in and of course the decision is up to you, but hopefully, you'll take it into consideration."

"Mr. President, thank you for the offer. I'm very gracious that you even took the time out to consider me for this and thought I was the best fit, but honestly, I don't think I am."

"Your hesitation come from OPERATION ZYNC, am I right?"

Sam froze when he mentioned that, raising his eyes to look at him. He knew about the supposedly classified mission. Well, duh dumbass. He's the president. He chastised himself in his head, taking a deep breath, "Yes sir."

"From what I read, it was the right call on your part. I don't agree with them discharging you either. I willing to speak to whoever I need to speak to if you want to go back. I will vouch on your behalf, whether you take this job or not." Lawerence got off of his desk, holding out his hand for him to shake, "But like I said, take this into consideration and let me know your decision, the sooner, the better."

Sam stood up for his seat, shaking his hand, still deep in thought. Unwanted past memories swarmed through his mind along with the words of his sister and now the President. There was only one thing he could do. He stayed silent for a minute before looking back at him, "When do I start?"

A smile appeared on the older man's face as he stared at the young man before him, "Seeing that I rudely and unexpectedly summons you here, how about Friday? That gives you a chance to head back home and handle what you need to."

"Yes sir, and thank you so much for this opportunity. I will not let you down."

"I'm putting all my trust into you, Commander Evans."

"How in the hell did you bag this?" Kara asked as she looked through her brother on the phone, watching as he packed up the last of his things.

"He didn't say who but somebody recommended me." Sam shrugged as he closed his last suitcase, looking over at her, "He even said it himself that it's below what I've been doing but it beats me sitting here moping around."

"So you finally admit it, thank you." Kara teased, watching as he rolled his eyes, "But honestly, I really don't think this is below anyone's pay grade. In fact, this job is one of the most important jobs ever. Protecting the leader of this country's daughter. His only one at that. That's huge and terrifying if you think about it. If anything happens to her, that's on you."

"Wow, thanks for keeping it real, sis."

"I'm just saying but I know nothing will. You're amazing and she's going to be the one hundred percent safe with you around." Kara said as she went back and stirred the gravy in the pan, "I wish you would've told me earlier, I would've came to help you and brought some food."

"No, it's okay." He said pulling the suitcase off his bed, "I think this would be a good fit for me."

Kara nodded her head as she tasted the gravy, grabbing the pepper and adding some, "I think so too, for the time being at least. Did you take in consideration of his offer of speaking on your behalf?"

"I think I'm good on that. I'm not fit nor in the right frame of mind to go back." Sam answered honestly as he walked into his bathroom, "One day, maybe, but definitely not right now."

Kara nodded her head just as her son and two daughters coming into the kitchen, moving their faces in front of the phone to see their uncle.

"Hi Uncle Sam."

"Hey guys, how are you?" He laughed as they younger two started to talk at the same time, trying his best to keep up. He shook his head, seeing his sister chuckle before turning to the eldest, "And how about you, Ms. I turn thirteen in a few days."

The girl smiled at him before shrugging, "Same ole same ole, I don't want school to start, but I'm pretty excited for my party." Her smile dropped when she saw his face, "You're not going to make it Saturday are you?"

Sam gave her an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, Caterpillar. I have to leave for work but I promise I will make it up to you."

Page sighed before she smiled, nodding her head because he always kept his word, "Okay."

Sam smiled at her, hearing the oven go off on their side, knowing what that meant, "Alright, I'll let you guys go wash up for dinner. I'll call when I land."

"Okay, love you."

"Love you, Uncle Sam."

"Love you guys too." He smiled as he waved at all of them before hanging up his phone. Grabbing his charger from the wall and placing it in his bag, he dragged all of his luggage out into the living room before going to double check to make sure he didn't leave anything. He wasn't going get rid of his apartment for the simple fact he was going to be back one day. Turning off the lights in his room, he did one more look around before he began to take his things downstairs.

Sam had thanked the man who helped him earlier by giving him a small tour and showing him to the room he would be staying in. It took him a minute to get situated in there before he headed to meet the people on staff. Entering the room, he heard how it fell silent and all eyes were on him as he leaned against the threshold.

"Who are you?"

"The guy who's here to make sure the daughter of our boss doesn't get hurt. Seems like we need to clean house again, make sure nobody has no vendetta against the president."

"We're staying, whoever..."

"Did I forget to mention I'm the one in charge now?" He cut him off, seeing the doubt and surprised looks on many faces, "Feel free to verify with the man in charge for your peace at mind, I don't really care."

"Most certainly will." The man, who started earlier, spoke up as he made his way towards him, angrily, "We are doing our job just fine and we're definitely not letting no outsider come in here controlling nor demanding anything."

"If you're doing your job as well as you claim you are, where is Mercedes Jones now?" Sam asked them, watching as they all avoided eye contact, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest with an sarcastic, amused laugh, "I'm curious to know how does this girl repeatedly get over y'all."

"For one, she's majoring in Psychology, so she probably puts us under hypnosis."

Sam stared at the girl behind the computer in disbelief before pushing off the entrance way, "Right, okay." He watched as the man went to where the phone was, turning his attention back to girl, "What's your name?"

"Oakley. Oakley Conner."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Oakley, my name is Sam. How old are you, kid?"

"Eighteen." She said, seeing him give a confused expression, she chuckled before ducking her head embarrassingly, "Um, sir, you are my new boss and all, but if you're about to clean house, I'm just letting you know that my removal has to come from the big man himself."

"And why is that?"

"I'm an exception." Oakley said as she looked at him, sighing, "I'm an ex-hacker and instead of jail time, I help out around here."

Sam stared at her curiously, "What did you hack that grabbed his attention?"

Oakley let out an nervous laugh just as the man got off the phone, moving her hair out of her face, "All government databases to see if I found some information on my brother whereabouts. He's in the Air Force and he had been AWOL for months. I made one tiny mistake while doing so."

"Was it worth it?"

Oakley smiled and nodded her head, "It was. He was deeply undercover."

"Oakley, you're not helping Mercedes with her ditching acts are you?"

"No sir, I would never put her in harms way."

Sam stared at her for a minute, seeing the sincerity across her features, he nodded his head before turning around, staring at his name tag. Lenard Isaac, "So, what did you find out Issac, Lenard?"

"Secretary cleared him. Ex-Navy SEAL, Commander Sam Evans." The man called out to everyone as he walked back to the center of the room, staring at Sam uneasily, "He's in charge."

"That's right, I am, and things are about to change around here." Sam left from Oakley's desk to walk to the middle of the room, "Monday, every one of you will be brief and given a test to see if you are here for the right reasons and if you are hiding something. Select questions of my choosing of course. If you think you're not going to pass this, don't bother showing up to work."

"Wow, first day and you're already trying to boss us around."

"You can be the first one I fire to." Sam said as he stared at Lenard, watching as he rolled his eyes and walked away, "Don't test me."

Oakley tucked her lips into her mouth, putting her head down to keep her laughter in as she went back to what she was doing on her laptop. It was about time someone snapped on him.

"The sooner you all get with the program, the sooner we all can get things improving around here." Sam turned away from them, leaving them whispering amongst themselves as he founded his office. He was definitely going to have to get use to this.

Sam walked down the long hallway until he got to the end, turning to the left, he opened the locker door with a pen, turning the light on as he went in. He walked in the large neatly organized room and scanned it. Finding the items that he needed sitting in a chair at her desk, he pulled two small devices out of his pocket and began to plant them. He was grateful to his new found associate, Oakley, who have given him a location on where Mercedes' room was.

Mercedes popped a handful of popcorn in her mouth as she walked to her room, her steps slowing down when she saw the door open and light on. With a frown and knowing that she locked it, she made her way to the doorframe, eyes going wide when she saw some unknown man in her room, "Who the hell are you? Why and how the hell did you get into my room?"

Sam had let his hand fall from her purse strap and book bag were he had planted tracking devices just in time before he came face to face with the First Daughter, their facial expressions mirroring each other's, "Commander Sam Evans."

"Answer my questions."

"I'm someone who your father's not going to have to worry about loosing sights on you."

Mercedes' frowned deepen on her face, stepping fully into her room as she watched him closely, "I'm twenty-three years old, I do not need a babysitter."

"Wasn't asking for your permission." He said as he brushed passed her and exited out the room, closing the door behind him, "Sleep tight, princess."

Mercedes huffed out angrily, rolling her eyes as she took off the rob and headed to her bed, plopping down before she snuggled into her covers, putting more popcorn in her mouth before letting out a loud groan. She couldn't believe that his was happening yet again. She was over it.

A/N. Y'all enjoying this so far? What do you think of Sam? Any idea of what happened in his past? Who told the president about him? Y'all like Oakley? So many questions, huh? Lol, let me know your thoughts!