xX... hola, just posted my Thank You's from Lost and Found. Unfortunately, due to the fact that I cannot find my Assassins libretto their will be no snippet from Something Just Broke at the end... anyway, enjoy! ...xX

"Misses President! Misses President! Misses President!" ten or twenty journalists yelled at the president as she ran from her limo, through the pouring rain and into the Night O Day bar. The press snapped photo's through the window. She took a seat at the bar and looked at the bar tender.

"Canna get ya anything?" He said, not looking up from the glass he was drying.

"A beer, Heineken, cold please," the President said, taking out her make up kit and re-applying. The press went wild with the camera flashes as the rain poured down on them outside.

"Here ya are, Miss Prez," The bartender set down a glass.

"Finally, someone who doesn't fall all over to help me with something," the President thought. The President frequented this hovel of a bar and always sat at the bar, just so this bar tender could act like she was any old customer, not the President. This was her escape.

"You sure do come in here, lot's Miss, why don't you go someplace up on Capitol Hill?" The bartender asked, in the middle of counting the cash in the register and slipping a hundred in his shirt pocket. The bar was empty, the lights were low, and the air was thick like the rain that clamored on the roof, dieing to be recognized. Making quite a racquet. The President looked around before answering,

"It's quite and calm here, away from all the fuss on Capitol Hill," the President replied, looking up at the bartender. His soft face smiled down at her. Somehow, this man was getting to her, and somehow this man would make her forget about her pledge never to love, because of what had happened.

"What's your name?" the President asked.

"That doesn't matter much, does it?"

"Just tell me!" the President smiled. The press were gone.

"It's a little embarrassin, miss," he replied.

"C'mon, tell me!" she persisted.

"Fine, it's William," he said, his face turning red.

"William what?" she asked.

"William Rufkin," William replied.

"I like that name, William. You're good to me, you don't treat me like a queen, just a normal person," she said. Getting up to shake his hand. William wiped his greasy hands on a towel before taking hers.

"Miss, you nice and sociable, how about dinner tonight?" William asked.

"Of course, you can call me my real name you know," the President smiled.

"You come by here, 'round eight?" he asked.

"Of course," the President replied.

"I'll see ya, Miss Hathaway!" William called after her as she left.

She was eating out of his hand, sooner or later, they'd get married, and sooner or later he'd have more money that than Bill Gates. William Rufkin, leaned against the bar and smiled, his sudden plan was genious.

President Summer Hathaway and William T Rufkin were married three months later, he replaced Donny Mortand as Vice President on the upcoming election.

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The pool at the Richardson Lodge in the Hamptons was not very impressive. It was a sad rectangle and the water had no color. It seemed more like a pool at a jail than one at a luxury hotel, where a plaque that read "Best Hotel In New York-Seven Years Running" hung proudly in the lobby. Oliver and Kirsten glared as they opened the gate and stepped over some little kids as they found two empty lounge chairs.

"What a pool," Oliver said, breaking the silence as they settled in.

"Yeah," Kirsten responded, polishing off her Coke.

"So obviously we're not gonna go swimming," Oliver said, looking at the hair floating in the pool.

"I don't think so," Kirsten agreed.

They sat in silence for a while and watched a group of small kids try and push their dad into the water.

"So, what's Paris like?" Oliver said after a while.

"Not all it's cracked up to be," Kirsten said.

"Really?" Oliver responded, fake interest in his voice. Kirsten laughed.

"Because, I think it would be interesting, I mean, I hear that European women are very good looking," Oliver said, raising an eyebrow. Kirsten laughed even louder this time and took a piece of ice out of her glass and slipped it into her mouth, busting it up with her teeth and swallowing it.

"Well, that's bull shit," Kirsten said, "I wouldn't know, I moved to Europe just a couple of years ago, I used to live in Charleston, South Carolina," she said.

"Big change," Oliver responded. Looking as a battered up ban with a funny looking crest stamped on the back pulled up. A funny looking, older man got out; he did an eyebrow wave to the valet and threw the awestruck valet his keys before he went in.

Kirsten had been mumbling about something.

"Ollie?" she said, snapping him back, "Oh fuck that sounds really bad, how can you stand people calling you that?"

"Ollie? It's not that bad," he said, defending his nick name.

"Whatever you say, Ollie," she held back her laughter.

"So, do you have a handsome French boyfriend?" Oliver asked, desperate to change the subject.

"Actually... No. Those guys aren't really killing to get a piece of me," she said smiling, the sun making her squint.

"I wonder why not?" Oliver.

"I wonder," Kirsten said, mocking Oliver, "Those guys want the typical American, blonde hair, blue eyes. You know, what was advertised. Not this, they got plenty of "this" where they live," Kirsten divulged, letting out her feelings.

"I was just asking, don't bite my ass off," Oliver said smiling, "Besides, you're actually really cute, I bet there are dozen's of guys that'll go after you, you just gotta wait for 'em. Guys are hesitant because they don't want to get rejected," Oliver nudged Kirsten, she gave him a broken smile. She glanced at her watch,

"Oh shit, I gotta go, my Mom's coming back to get me, apparently there's some dinner for this dead person," Kirsten got up, "I gotta take a shower, nice meeting you Oliver!" She yelled as she ran out of the pool.

Oliver shook his head, put his CD player on and decided to take a little nap.

xX... ok, that chapter sucked, but bare with me, cuze it'll get better. I'm just trying to figure out how to add everyone back without making it corny. So hold on! Thanks and REVIEW ...xX