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I'm Fine

"This is a bad idea." Sam commented as he followed Josh into the apartment.

"It's perfect." Josh glanced over his shoulder at him.

"Why do I let you talk me into this kind of things?" He sighed.

"Oh stop moaning and sit down." Josh took the pizza box off him and gestured to the couch.

"The thing is…when they found out and I'm pretty sure they will, you'll get shouted at but it will be me that gets murdered." Sam commented but sat down beside his best friend. "Brutally…and slowly."

Josh rolled his eyes. "How are they going to find out?"

"The way they normally find out about the stupid things you make me do."

"Sam, you're a grown man with an impressive college education and a pretty important job...You can't blame me for everything." Josh replied, grabbing a slice of pizza out of the box. "Now, are you going to eat?"

Sam sighed. "You're not even going to use a plate?"

"It's pizza." Josh shrugged.

"This is how we're going to get caught…You'll get pizza sauce on the couch and she'll work it out."

"I'll get pizza sauce on the couch?" Josh repeated.

"You're a messy eater."

"Shut up!" Josh sent him a glare. "Turn on the TV."

Sam sighed and grabbed the remote. They channel surfed before settling on an old rerun of M*A*S*H.

"So, how's it going?" Sam asked after they sat watching in silence for 20 minutes.

"How's what going?"

"You know everything…" He waved his hand around and almost dropped the pizza he was holding but managed to catch it before it hit the floor.

"Good, actually."

"Yeah?"

"The treatment finally seems to be working…I'm not as tired and I've got a better appetite…I still have bad days but they're not as bad as before." He answered.

"What about the other stuff."

"You can say the word therapy, you know."

"Josh…"

"It's….strange." He admitted. "With the shooting, once I released that I actually did need help it was easy to talk about…to think about it."

"What's different about this time?"

"I don't really know what the problem is." He shrugged. "Before I knew I was going because of Joanie…and then because of the shooting…This time I don't really know what he wants to hear."

"You're not meant to say what he wants to hear, you're meant to say what you're feeling."

"I feel like I've got cancer and it sucks."

"Have you told him that?"

"Yes."

"And what did he say?"

"He agreed." Josh took a mouthful of water. "Now we're exploring how I feel this is affecting the people I care about."

"Well, that's a good thing, right?"

"I guess.".

"Do you think it is helping?"

"Gets me out the house for two hours a week, I suppose."

"Josh…"

"Sam, I'm fine…My treatment is going well…I'm getting touch with my emotional side in therapy and I'm actually feeling pretty good at the moment…Don't ruin it by trying to fix something that's not there."

He sighed. "I'm sorry but with the campaign and not seeing you in a while, we're all worried about you…You're not one for telling us the whole truth about your wellbeing."

"You think I would get away with hiding anything with my Mother and Donna around?" He asked. "They've been watching me like a hawk for the last few weeks."

"That is true."

"Right, so are you happy now?" He questioned. "Can we forget about all this and enjoy the rest of the night?"

"Yes." Sam nodded and picked up another slice of pizza. "But you do know we're going to get caught, right?"

"You worry too much."

Before Sam could reply, his cell phone rang. When he picked it up off the coffee table and groaned. "Donna."

"That's was expected…We were meant to be home two hours ago."

"Josh."

"Tell her we decided to go out and eat."

"Are you kidding?" He stared at his best friend. "You talk to her."

"You're such a girl." He rolled his eyes and took the phone. "Hey, Donna….No, I'm fine…Sam and I went for pizza…I didn't want to say in and eat…Sam and me, are bonding…We're men, that's why…Well, if you're going to laugh…. No, I don't know when I'll be home…because I'm a grown man and I'm allowed to do what I like...I'll see you later…we'll try not to drink much…."

Sam stared at him with his mouth open. "Why? Why would you say that?"

"For kicks." He replied. "I don't get to mess with her nearly as much as I did when I was working."

"Josh, she's going to kill us!"

"Relax." He told him but then his cell phone rang again.

"Great, now it's Leo."

"Well, that was a little bit predictable…"

"Why do I always listen to you?"

"Because this is the most fun you've had in weeks." He took the phone again. "Hey Leo…No, I haven't lost my mind…and I'm not drunk…I'm having a good week and wanted some fun…Okay. I'll try not to in future…yes, I know she cares…I'll apologize… Yes, fine…I said fine…bye."

"If I get fired, I'm taking you down with me."

"Thanks buddy." He stood up. "We better get out of here."

"That's the smartest thing you've said all night."

"Come on, admit it…you like it when I mess with Donna and Leo."

"I like it when it doesn't involve me." Sam grabbed the pizza box and followed him to the door. "I don't think Leo has forgiven me for all the stuff that happened with Mallory."

"Sam…" Josh placed a hand on his shoulder. "Leo hasn't forgiven you for hitting on his wife."

"You could have told me, who she was you know…"

XxXxX

"Donna said you were out with Josh last night?" C.J asked Sam as they walked down the corridor after their meeting with the President.

"Umm, yeah…" Sam said unsure. No one had mentioned their disappearing act yet and he was still waiting for the trouble to start.

"How is he doing?" She asked. "I wanted to go and see him but I just can't…With the election in a week…."

"He understands, C.J…" He assured her. "But he's doing really well, which means he's boring so he's causing a little trouble at the moment…beware of pranks."

She groaned. "That's the last thing I need to worry about."

"Tell me about it..." Sam muttered before turning to go into his office and C.J carried on walking towards her own.

"Hey, Sam."

He jumped and dropped the file in his hand. "Donna."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, fine…Why wouldn't I be?" He stuttered a little.

"You seem…Jumpy."

"Too much caffeine?" He said but it came out more of a question then an answer.

"Right."

"Was there something you needed?"

"Just came to get that, 50 dollars you owe me."

Sam frowned. "I owe you 50 dollars?"

"You borrowed it last week."

"Did I?" He said confused but he wasn't that surprised, with everything that has been going on lately, he could barely remember what he had for breakfast. "I'm sorry, I must have forgotten."

Donna watched as he reached into his pocket and then frowned again. "Problem?"

"I can't find my wallet…" He started but when he looked up he saw she had in her hand. "How did you…?"

She threw it at him. "I found it under a cushion on my couch…"

"I can explain…" He said quickly.

"Don't worry…" She sighed. "If he's playing games then he must be feeling better."

"He is."

"Nice plan…hiding out at my place."

"Josh's idea…said it would be the last place you would look."

"He needs to use that brain for good not evil."

Sam smiled widely. "He's just bored."

"I know."

He reached into his wallet and pulled out the 50 dollars to give to her. "He really is doing well, Donna."

"I know that too but he's got that appointment next week."

"What appointment?"

"With his doctor…he'll find out if the treatment is working or if the cancer is getting worse."

"He'll be fine."

"I hope you're right." She gave him a small smile "I better get back to work."

"Donna?" He called her just as she reached the door.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't really borrow 50 dollars, did I?"

"No." She shook her head. "But it'll pay to get the pizza stain out of my couch."

"Damn it." Sam muttered.

TBC

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