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Halo

I always said that I would make mistakes, I'm only human, and that's my saving grace,
I fall as hard as I try
So don't be blinded
See me as I really am, I have flaws and sometimes I even sin,
so pull me from that pedestal,
I don't belong there.
One thing is clear,
I wear a halo,
I wear a halo when you look at me,
But standing from here, you wouldn't say so
you wouldn't say so, if you were me
And I, I just wanna love you,
Oh oh I, I just wanna love you

- Haley James Scott

Tom yawned as he walked into the house. He had stopped by his apartment to collect some more clothing. Sam and Kwest did not know what they were talking about. He had counted his shoes. 116 pairs was a healthy number. Sam had about 85 pairs.So he had a few more, big deal!

"Sam! I'm home!" Tommy shouted in the hallway.

"I'm in the kitchen!" came her reply. Tommy walked into the kitchen to find Samantha being domestic. She had apparently tossed a salad and made pasta when she should have been resting. Her body had endured a great deal of trauma. Yeah, try telling her that.

Tommy pecked her on the lips and made small talk. He grabbed a beer and proceeded to the living room where he collapsed on the couch. He could hear Samantha on the phone with who he presumed as either Portia or Lia. He didn't really care. His day had been long and he wanted to sleep. Maybe even make love to his wife.

Tommy turned on the television and flipped through the channels. He ignored the Untitled marathon. He hadn't seen Jude since the day he nearly lost Sam. He wasn't ready to see her again. He wasn't sure what he would even say to her.

After reaching to the conclusion that television was boring, he picked up the box on the table.

Tommy amused himself with the old photos, that is, until he found a set of photos that he had never seen. The photos in question did not make sense to him.

"What the hell! SAMATHA CHRISELLE YOUR NAME IS TOO DAMN LONG!"

Samantha hung up the phone and walked into the living room. The dish towel in her hands dropped.

Tommy was holding very old photos of a much younger Samantha and a younger Liam. This was not good. The vein was protruding. His eyes were a dark shade of blue. His body was tensed up. He was pissed. He was incredibly pissed. Joy. Joy to the world and the deep blue sea.

"What the hell is this?" he snapped. Samantha took the pictures from his out stretched hand.

"Pictures," Sam replied casually.

"You know what I mean, Samantha. Why the hell are you in pictures with Liam? And why the hell are you kissing him!" Tommy snarled. Tom Quincy was a possessive man. He didn't like other men associating with his women. He especially did not like Liam, making the situation much worse.

"I was 16, Tom."

"What the hell was a 16 year old doing with a 22 year old?" Tommy ranted.

Samantha quirked a brow. " Are you seriously asking me that question?"

"Don't go there."

"Why not? Let's go there, Tom."

"Samantha-."

"It was before I met you. Why should it matter now?"

"Because he works with us, Samantha!"

"And your point?"

Tommy growled in frustration.

"Are you having an affair with Liam?"

"No, Tommy. I leave the cheating to you."

The Quincys stood there glaring at one another.

"Answer the damn question."

"What does it even matter? You're going to jump down my throat anyway." Sam threw the towel at him and walked into the kitchen, leaving Tommy to stew.

The next morning at G-Major was tense. Tommy and Sam were constantly exchanging furious looks. The others proceeded to walk on egg shells around the hostile couple. Unlike Tommy, Sam was able to keep her calm composure. Tommy would be the one to go off. And off he went.. .

Liam subtly brushed his hand next to Sam's as he reached for the coffee pot.

Tommy watched intently as Liam leaned down to say something to her.

The taps of his pen quickened to a fever pitch.

Kwest looked at him nervously. His eyes moved from the scene in hospitality to the irritated man next to him. Tommy was going to blow.

Liam placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. That was enough for Tommy. He jumped from his chair and stormed across the hall.

"You son of a bitch!" Tommy sneered and punched Liam in the jaw.

"Tommy!" Sam gasped. "What the hell are you doing!"

Tommy didn't hear her. He was a man in rage.

"She is my wife! You have no right to touch her!"

"Jealous, Little Q?"

"Jealous of what's mine?"

"Jealous that I had her first."

Kwest, Jamie and a couple of other staffers yanked the men apart.

"Enough! Both of You!" Samantha shouted. She pushed the struggling Tommy away from an equally livid Liam.

"Get them out of here!" Darius roared in the upset of it all.

Kwest dragged Tommy down the hall to his office where tons of clatter could be heard. Jamie pulled the slightly tamed Liam to his closet of an office.

"Whoa. What just happened?" A confused Jude asked, stepping into the middle of the scene.

" Welcome to All My G- Majors," the newly employed Sadie joked. " This place maybe the most entertaining job I have had yet."