Let's see how much melodrama Theo can fit into one single fanfic…

He knew that she didn't know; he could tell by the way she looked at him. If she knew how he felt about her (but how could she not?!) she wouldn't have looked at him that way. She was oblivious to his crushing infatuation, his obsession over her. His skin grew hot with the thought of her. His heart belonged to her, but her heart belonged to someone else. And that was the worst pain one can ever know.

Jim watched from his position down the hall from her, his eyes shifting from Mackenzie to Rod back to Mackenzie. His eyes lingered on her belly, on the growing lives inside of her. He felt his face grow warm with envy, with longing. He watched as they said their goodbyes and walked past the two towards his office. He watched as Mac kissed Rod lightly on the cheek affectionately. He walked past, shaking the image from his head.

"Jim!" Mac called to him. "Wait. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about." Jim's heart dropped into his abdomen. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes Ma'am?" Jim answered, disguising his agonizing discomfort.

"Are you… OK?" Mac asked, her eyes filled to the brim with genuinely maternal care.

"Of course, Madame President. I'm fine." Jim cringed internally, not wanting to lie to such a perfect, beautiful creature.

"You know that if there's anything you wish to talk about…" Mac began.

"I know, Ma'am. Thank you." Jim retreated to his office, leaving Mac with a sinking feeling in her chest. Jim shut his door and pulled out some official stationary, upon which he began to scrawl precise words. His heart, not his brain, controlled the ink that filled the paper. He couldn't think… he felt too much to think.

A while later, Mac sat in her office unable to concentrate. Her body simply wouldn't let her. She had forgotten the feeling of movement inside her body. Suddenly, her hands on her belly felt a kick. Her eyes lit up and a brilliant, motherly smile spread across her lips. She pressed again and felt another kick. She let out a small gasp of excitement.

In the hall, Jim let took a deep breath and knocked. Mac looked up. "Come in," she called, unable to wipe the smile off of her face. Jim dragged himself into the room.

"Jim!" Mac exclaimed. "Come here!" She pulled him to her and put his hand on her belly. "Do you feel it?" Jim forced a watery smile and nodded.

"That's amazing, Ma'am," Jim said softly. He savoured the moment of contact with her body. He finally pulled his hand away and took a deep breath.

"Madame President," he started. Mac felt dread wash over her, from the staunchness of formal address. "I request your permission for my immediate resignation." He held out the envelope, which was damp with his nervous sweat.

"But… Jim…" Mac stood up and touched Jim's shoulder. Jim cut her off, crushing his lips into hers in a passionate bruising kiss. His hands ran through her hair as he stretched her body over her desk. He let his hands linger on her cheek before dropping the envelope onto her desk.

"Mackenzie, I'm sorry." The lack of formality here cut her like a knife. Her eyes widened as she watched him flee from the room with a granite resolution. Tears filled her eyes, wondering what could possibly be done. Her fingers trembled as she opened the envelope and pulled out the piece of stationary. Her eyes scanned it, although the words were blurred through her tears. She didn't want to read it… she knew what it said. Her fingers flicked at the edges of the paper. The edge of the paper sliced her finger and blood began to trickle from the cut… and Mac began to cry even harder.

Well… this is a two part drama… I hope I can get the next part up quicker than this one… sorry for the long waits… thanks for your patience!