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Chapter 6: You've not seen what?

Sam's first week had been eventful, but that was not a patch on his next and this he had no idea about when on Monday morning he strolled into work-early mind you, and noticed a post-it at his desk:

'Come and see me, soon as you get in.

M.'

Sam chuckled to himself when he read the note; but without waiting any longer, aiming to please and (he wasn't sure why) but impress as well, Sam looked at his watch 8.57a.m and sprinted straight for Mercedes office.


"Bond. James Bond. At your service Ma'am"

Sam had actually bowed once he said that, looking up then to notice Mercedes who had frozen in the spot, with one arm stretched up against the bookshelf, her back towards the door, where Sam stood while she had craned her neck to see who had just entered. Yet it was the expression on her face that was priceless. Sam couldn't help but laugh, while Mercy remained rooted on the spot, while adding clearly confused;

"Huh?"

Sam who realised that Mercedes hadn't understood his joke, quickly mumbled;

"Sean Connery."

"Yeah I got that, Sam, but...Why?" Mercedes responded quizzically, still confused.

"Well, your note, you signed it 'M' you know, Bond, secret service, 007..."

Mercedes face began softening-his impression had been impressive, for a second she did have him confused for a Scotsman, but more than that her face softened because she noticed that Sam's ears were becoming visibly red, and she was sure he was now avoiding eye contact.

"Erm, yeah, so...well anyway, I'm here!" he added sheepishly.

Mercedes mentally kicked herself-something she had been doing a lot of recently-as she thought to herself that he did look quite adorable, a complete idiot, but nonetheless an adorable idiot.

"Yeah, I wanted to sort out the main features article, our deadline is a lot sooner than originally anticipated and now that the winter features..."

Mercedes stopped talking as Sam quickly approached her and effortlessly pulled down the book Mercedes had been trying to reach for the past few minutes with no success. He handed it to her smiling widely.

"Thank you." Mercedes responded while thinking

'Damn he's wearing that cologne again, what is it?'

"No problem Storm." Sam added, before seating himself down at Mercy's desk.

Mercy had to admit she was warming to her new nickname. Storm had always been her favourite hero; of course she wasn't going to tell Sam this. The guy seemed to work out a lot about her without her telling him anything, she didn't need to help him on his way any further.

"So anyway since our winter feature is now done, we need to get cracking with this. SO I'm just going to come out and say it."

Sam straightened up in his seat, up until now truthfully he hadn't really been paying attention to what Mercedes had been saying; instead he was busy taking her in. Her hair was wavy today and she was wearing a purple dress. He figured it must have been her favourite colour. But more than the colour Sam couldn't help but praise the dressmaker-who unbeknown to Sam at this point happened to be April-as it fit her perfectly.

"I have never seen a romantic movie in my life."

Mercedes had blurted out the confession, to just really get it out of the way from the onset. She expected Sam to be shocked but no-way did she expect the reaction that she had gotten.

Sam's eyes widened, his mouth hung open while he sat there lost for words.

"wh..li..."

Sam was completely lost.

He finally managed;

"Ever?"

It was more of a pleading as oppose to a question-as if he was hoping Mercedes would suddenly jump out of her seat and say, 'Surprise, only kidding, I love romantic movies, can't beat Sandy.'

But poor Sam got none of that as Mercy just sat there shaking her head and looking sympathetically at him.

"How? I mean, just how?" Sam was still gaping at her, and suddenly Mercy could see-although ever so slightly why Santana had renamed him 'Trouty.'

A minute passed, Sam still gaped. So Mercy decided to break the silence.

"But I guess it's a good thing that I'm working with you though, right? It's right up your street this, isn't it?"

As soon as Mercedes had said it she wished she had bitten her tongue back, because she knew the next question that Sam as going to ask her-and rightly so:

"Yeah it is good...wait, hang on. How do you know that I like romantic movies?"

Sam had arched his eyebrows and had shifted even closer resting his hands now on the table. Mercedes shifted in her seat, looking around before quietly adding;

"I kinda, sorta, overheard your phone conversation last week."

Sam continued looking at her lost

"Miss Congeniality marathon."

Mercy finally managed before smiling at him, hoping that he wouldn't think her rude for eavesdropping. Mercedes hadn't intentionally overheard his conversation, it just happened.

"I'm sorry I...I shouldn't have listened in."

Sam just watched Mercedes as she continued smiling at him. He couldn't help but notice that she looked beautiful. It was actually adorable to see her confess. Sam seriously debated with himself as to whether he should leave Mercedes hanging. This was rather fun, he clearly now had the upper hand. But somehow he decided it was better to let it go. Well mainly because he had just come up with an ingenious idea-if he may say so himself.

"Apology accepted." Sam told her sincerely.

Mercedes sighed a little, relieved.

"But on one condition."

Sam was now smiling, and Mercedes couldn't help but feel nervous. Well that's what she assumed the butterflies in her stomach had meant at this point. Surely nerves? Nothing else. Right?

"What?"

"That you will let me introduce you to the wonderful world of theatrical romance."

Sam had slowly revealed his condition. Observing carefully Mercedes reaction, and since she was an open-book he couldn't help but beam before she had even responded. He had anticipated her response and he couldn't be happier.

"Deal."

Mercedes wasn't really sure why she had agreed, but it was as though her tongue acted before her brain.

'What are you getting yourself into Mercy?' she thought to herself.

"Just promise me one thing?" Sam had interrupted Mercedes thought;

"What?"

"That during the course of this, you won't fall in love with me." His smile had vanished and he was now completely straight faced and serious as he looked directly at Mercedes.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen." Mercedes responded instantly whilst feeling heat rise to her cheeks.

"Ouch, way to break a guys heart Mercy. Mercy have some mercy." Sam responded dramatically rubbing his chest, to show how broken hearted he was at her statement.

"Very funny Sam."

"I'm being serious. Promise me."

"I promise."

"Woah there, take your time think about it, because I'm not kidding, trust me, even I would fall in love with me, by the end of this."

Sam continued staring at Mercedes, never once shifting his gaze. His eyes were intense; all the green had now vanished.

Mercedes returned his stare with her own, replying while the corner of her lips etched into a smirk

"I Mercedes Jones, promise you Samuel Evans, not to fall in love with you."