Yall may hate me you may not. ;)

It had been three days since Sam and Mercedes returned back to the White House and things had been tense since the beginning. Their flight back to D.C. had been quite cold. Sam always had a tough exterior but he let it down with Mercedes, but when they got on the plane he was guarded. She tried to hold his hand and cuddle with him but to no avail, he simply moved her away and went to the other side of the plane. Then when they landed and went back to the White House schedule he only grew colder. He didn't talk to her only speaking when he needed something professional wise and he never ate with her anymore. Now typically Mercedes was never a crier but she found herself growing the second night back because she really just wanted to be with him and show him that she was ok. Show him that his family didn't hurt her as he assumed, sure it stung but it didn't matter because now she was in love with Sam. She wanted to tell him desperately but she couldn't because he wouldn't even talk to her.

"You need to get your blonde head out of your ass and go talk to her," Puck insisted as he walked into Sam's office and plopped on one of the chairs.

Sam peered up from his files, "I can handle this myself."

"No the hell you can't. Alright look you screwed up when you didn't tell her about your brother, but the whole thing about your dad being invited to dinner and basically calling her your prostitute has nothing to do with you. She isn't going to walk away from you, and you don't get the option to shut her out either. You are in love with her, and if you are going to walk away now then you are going to miss out on the best thing that has ever happened to you." Puck explained.

Sam dropped his files on the desk and rubbed his head in frustration before sitting back up, "I just don't want her to look at me differently. I don't want her to think that I am my father. I would never treat her like my father would."

"Well, you giving her the cold shoulder isn't helping your case. Anyways before I go I am going to say this, she is now in her office alone, she is going to clock out in the next fifteen minutes for lunch." Puck said, with those words he stood from his seat and left the office. Sam let out a deep sigh and decided he was going to talk to Mercedes Jones. Hopefully, she would talk to him.

Mercedes was in her office going over recent Senate documents and new military protocol suggestions when she heard her door open.

"Can we talk?" Sam questioned. Mercedes lifted up her head before letting out a scoff.

"Is there anything going on with the Secret Service Mr. Evans?" Mercedes retorted.

"Mercedes please," Sam pleaded.

"Mercedes please what Sam? We have been here for some days now and now you want to talk. You don't get it, do you? I was never going to leave you, or ask to break up with you, or even assign Puck to be my Head of Security because I care too much, I care too much about you and about us. But I guess that is a mistake because instead of letting me hold you and comfort you after that dinner what did you do? You pushed me away, when I was trying to talk to you, you regarded me as your job and treated me like a damn child. I don't deserve that, I don't deserve to be regarded as a project because your brother and father screwed up what was supposed to be a lovely dinner. I don't deserve to be with you and be in love with you just for it to get thrown back into my face," Mercedes huffed out as she tried to walk past him but he grabbed her arm and placed her in front of her.

"You love me?" Sam asked.

Mercedes took a deep breath willing herself not to cry, "I do,"

"I've been such an asshole. I am sorry for everything, I should have never hurt you like that because you are right you don't deserve that and I should know better. I should know you better. I didn't want to talk to you because I don't want you to think I am anything like that man, I have more respect for you than that, and I am scared, Mercedes. You hold this high position in power, and I am supposed to protect you and I couldn't even protect you from my family. I am sorry for how I have been treating you and I promise I am going to do better, just please take me back baby. Please," Sam whispered. He leaned down and kissed Mercedes on the lips. Try as she might she tried to resist him but his touch, his lips, and his body was pulling her back in and her resolve died. She let her tears fall as she pulled Sam closer and desperately kissed him back. Sam walked them towards her desk and sat her on top of it, he untucked her shirt from her pants and undid the buttons needing to be even more close to her. He was about to unsnap her bra when there was a knock at the door.

"Just ignore it," Mercedes breathed out, and Sam didn't need to be told twice.

"Ms. President this is urgent," One of her assistants called out. Sam pulled back and looked at Mercedes who was understandably annoyed.

"Will finish later, and for the record, I love you too, a whole lot of love for you," Sam smirked as he helped Mercedes look presentable. She smiled at him and gave him a kiss.

"I'm glad because I don't want to have to flirt with a different Head of Security because you were being rude," Mercedes smirked as she opened the door.

"What's so urgent that it couldn't wait," Mercedes questioned as she opened the door.

"The Senate more so the Republican side of it has decided to host a charity ball tonight and being president that means you have to drop everything and get ready," The assistant explained.

"But we are supposed to get months' notice for things like this that way there are no scheduling mistakes," Mercedes insisted.

"We know but this is something they planned literally yesterday, I can make the announcement that you can not come but then you would lose a small percentage of voters," The assistant spoke.

"It's fine is hair and makeup, and dress already in my room?"

"Of course Madam President."

"Thank you," Mercedes said. She looked at Sam and gave him a wink before making her way up to her room to get prepared for the ball.

"Are you aware of the plan you only have one shot to get this right and trust me her Head of Security isn't going to let her out of his sight easily?"

"Beleive me that I am a pro at my job and I can make this little problem of yours disappear,"

"Hmm, excellent. By the end of the night, there will be people mourning for Ms. Jones's death and others celebrating."