Title: Bipartisanship

Author: ScarlettMithruiel

Rating: PG-13

Classification: R

Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, King Corn would have went differently, Sam Seaborn would never have left, and Sam would be campaigning for president (with Ainsley by his side). So yeah. If you watch these eps, you can tell…so not mine.

Author's Note: Whoa. Triple posting. Holy scheisse. Sorry for mis-characterizations or confusing timeline things. I think I'm going to go straight from here to Sam packing for campaigning to actual bus campaigning next chappie. So watch out for that. I might post that tonight too.

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Sam Seaborn, for quite possibly the third time in his life, was in a state of immense euphoria. This, right now, was his moment of jubilee. He felt like he could fly. Or take over the Capitol building. Even become President of the United States. He probably shouldn't attempt any one of the actions he had just mentally listed. But he was daring. He'd try the third one. If he tried the first, he'd probably land with a gigantic splat in the middle of Dupont Circle. Not only would that not be pretty, he'd be the police's job to clean up. If he tried the second one, he'd probably alienate all the Republicans in Congress. Best not to do that when they held the majority. They'd probably spear his head on a pitchfork and go around yelling, "Second amendment! Second amendment!" He snorted with laughter. So that was probably not going to happen. But he never knew. They were Republican Congressmen. It might.

Josh, Donna, CJ, and Toby were ecstatic. He was sure that if he and Toby weren't in the room, Josh would start making out with Donna. He grinned. Ainsley leaned against him and nudged him. "What?"

"Nothing."

"You just won the primaries, Sam. Toby and Josh are downing flutes of champagne like nothing and you're here, practically lurking in the corner."

"I am not lurking," he replied. He went over and fetched the bottle of champagne when he realized they wouldn't notice. He placed the bottle near his lips and took a sip. He licked his lips. He held the bottle out to her. "Want some?" She grabbed the neck of the bottle and took a sip, and then quickly kissed him. Her tongue worked its way into his mouth and he tasted the sweetness of the champagne mixed with the unique taste of her. She pulled away and stood there, in such achingly close proximity to him, panting.

"You just won the fucking primaries, Sam. Show some excitement for God's sake." At the exact moment he had found out that he had actually won a spot on the ballot, Josh put on some Doobie Brothers and Toby ran out for the booze. It sounded so bawdy, but it was all good fun. Josh, in his drunken stupor, was now arguing with Donna on the finer points of Sun Tzu, and throughout this argument, he told bits and pieces of a story of how he almost stabbed himself when he was learning archery.

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The next morning, Sam woke up…with no recollection of where he was, how he ended there, and what had happened the previous night. And to top it off, he had one of the biggest headaches of his life. He turned and cracked open an eye and spotted Ainsley, as naked as he, asleep, her platinum hair askew. He grinned and got up and headed for the shower.

This was amazing. He was actually going to go run for President. He was going to attempt to fill Josiah Bartlet's place. Stepping out of the shower, he walked into the kitchen and prepared a glass of water. He placed it on the bedside table, with two tablets of ibuprofen next to it. Returning to the kitchen, he ingested two tablets and waited for the throbbing in his head to cease.

An hour passed and Ainsley walked into the kitchen, greeting him with a kiss. She was grateful for his thoughtfulness. "We have to go to work, you know." She nodded. "I have to take leave to campaign." She nodded again.

"I'd come with you."

"Of course." He tried to do the math in his head. It was no use. Sam was never a mathematical person. He was an English person, a History person, and a Government person. He was not a math person. "If I go on the road 2 months at a time and I go four times, once in each season…do you think I'd be able to muster up enough…votes?" Sam hated discounting people. People were human beings, living and breathing, and should be treated as such, and not just another statistic.

"Yeah. I think you, Josh, and Toby can create an eloquent image. You'd have enough charisma and eloquence to charm the people, I think. That and your good naturedness." His cheeks flushed slightly with red. He kissed her cheek.

"I'm going to head into work. You know, do some work before I go campaigning."

"Good idea."

Sam Seaborn headed out the door and with a lingering glance over his shoulder, headed towards his car. After starting it, he headed for 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, where hopefully, he would find solace in his work.