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Author's Note: Just something I've been tossing around for awhile. Let me know what you think. The lyrics/song are by Michael Buble. The song's called "Home".

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

It had been the longest month of Jed Bartlet's life. He'd been in Rome for a conference with the new Pope, then off to Paris to meet with the Parisian President in a treaty conference. He missed her with all of his heart, feeling like winter had come early, even though it was near the middle of summer. The house had grown cold without her there with him.

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

He'd attended dinners, dances without her, but in a room surrounded by hundreds of people, he felt alone without her. As President, he couldn't show it, but he felt it all the same. Never had he imagined that their marriage would amount to this- a point where he missed her so much that it tore at his heart.

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

He knew Abbey needed her space. He'd called her a few times, exchanging terse conversation, mainly to see how Zoey was doing, how she was doing. He knew she deserved better, but he didn't know what else to do. She was at their home in New Hampshire and he was at the White House. A place that had come to feel less and less like home without her there with him.

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home

Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

The presidency had never been her dream, but she had always supported him. That was what had gotten him through the past few years. Without her in his life, he felt like an actor, playing the role of her husband, but without the love that used to be there. He knew she still loved him, but now, he needed more than ever to here it.

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home


And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

He boarded the plane to head back to D.C., he thought that he'd give up everything just to come home to her, to make everything alright. He missed. He missed what it felt like to be home again. Somewhere over the thirty-three years of their marriage together, she had become home to him. He decided then and there that he would do whatever it took to get her back. If it meant giving up the Presidency, he would do it. To Jed Bartlet, home was where the heart was. And his heart was with Abbey.

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home