There was a universal truth the Mercedes had lived by since her teenage years and now in her 20's, sitting in her underwear and one of Sam's shirt at her laptop, Mercedes entrusted that truth with her relationship. She sighed, pressing her left index finger to her lips.

"Come on." Mercedes whispered as she moved her fingers over the keyboard. "You've never failed me before Google." Mercedes almost jumped out of her skin when she heard him speak.

"You're seriously putting our relationship in the hands of Google?" He was standing in the doorway, barefoot, just in his jeans, shirt, and his famous 'girl, please' face. Mercedes leapt of the bed and hugged him, standing on her toes so her arms could loop around his neck.

"I'm so sorry Sammy." She whispered, breathing in his scent. She felt Sam's hand come up and gentle rub circles on her back. "I was- I'd had too much to drink and I panicked and I'm sorry."

"Mercy" Sam whispered, "It's okay Mercy, I understand."

"I didn't mean it-"

"Well, I'd hope not."

"I really do love you Sammy and I do care about you… I just don't know what to call us" Mercedes was standing back now, wringing her hands in front of her, biting her full bottom lip as she paced their bedroom, muttering about the inadequate nature of each term. Sam stepped toward her and grabbed her hand turning her around to face him. She was staring down, still biting her lip, refusing to look at him. He reached up and tilted her chin so she was looking directly into his sea-green eyes.

"I love you too." He whispered, before pressing his full lips to hers. It took a moment for Mercedes to respond, even after all this time his kisses still left her dazed, and another moment, to gently push him away.

"Sammy, we can't ignore it and hope it goes away." Mercedes walked over and sat on the edge of their bed, her feet grazing their soft carpet. Sam smiled at her and sat down facing her.

"We're not ignoring it Mercy."

"We are if we just kiss and forget, it's not resolved, we'll have this weight of un-named status hanging over us!" Sam couldn't help himself; he reached out and stroked her cheek. She looked so beautiful in the warm glow of their bedside lamp, her hair in loose curls, his flannel shirt, hugging her figure just right.

"It's not ignoring if I understand." Sam was still stroking her cheek, but as he recounted his interaction with Puck, Mercedes moved closer to him until she was pressed up against him. "I came home straight after that."

Mercedes frowned slightly, staring at Sam's collarbone, before she looked up at him; one eyebrow raised and asked, "When did Puck become Doctor Phil?"

Sam chuckled before pushing some of Mercedes hair out of the way so he could kiss her cheek. "He watches a lot of daytime T.V now he runs that bar." Sam trailed kisses across her cheek down her jawline, to her neck. "We should stage an intervention." He suggested. Mercedes swivelled slightly so she was facing him more and ran her hands up his arms and shoulders until her fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

"Sammy," She half moaned half spoke. "This doesn't solve our problem."

Sam pulled back from her neck, looking annoyed that his task had been interrupted.

"Maybe that's okay." He suggested, "Maybe all we need at the moment is each other, not labels." With this slice of wisdom shared, Sam went back to marking Mercedes neck. Mercedes suppressed a moan as his hand ran up her naked thigh to the hem of his shirt, before slipping under, searching for her breast. Her own hands seemed out of her control as they moved down from Sam's hair, to gently un-button his shirt.

"What do we introduce each other as?" She asked as Sam rolled over, so he was hovering over her, pressing her gently into the mattress as she pulled his shirt off and stared on his belt buckle. Sam paused and looked up at her.

"Sam and Mercedes." Mercedes giggled, bringing her hand up to brush his hair from his face.

"I mean relationship wise, unless you like being introduced as my bitch." She giggled as Sam frowned.

"Let me think on it." And he resumed kissing her neck, as his hands journeyed to remove her shirt.

"Sammy." She tugged gently on his hair until he looked at her again. "Please." She whispered. Sam could never resist his lady.

"That's it!" He cried, sitting up a little, so he could view his lady better. "I will be Same Evans, your fella." His triumphant smile reminded Mercedes of puppy. "And you will be Mercedes Jones, my lady." Mercedes giggled.

"Thank goodness! I thought you were going to insist on introducing me in some embarrassing manner as payback for the whole 'my bitch' incident."

"What did you have in mind?" Sam asked now intrigued

"Nothing in mind-"

"Mercy we both know if you'd thought about this you would have come up with something." Sam had his 'girl please' face on again, although with his tousled hair, it looked rather sexy.

"I didn't have one name in particular, I just thought you'd want to introduce me like 'This is Mercedes Jones, she's my cock jockey and-" Before Mercedes could finish her ramblings Sam had started laughing, he buried his head in her breasts as he attempted to calm down

"Please!" he begged, "Just once please let me! Please Mercy!"

"Fine!"

Author's Note:
One more chapter, that's more of an epilogue until completion. Any who! Sorry it took so long, I hope you forgive me. Thanks to anyone who reads, review, favourites and/or follows any of my work, it's really encouraging and I greatly appreciate it. Please continue to read and review. A special shout out to Koxie who gave me the 'Doctor Phil' line in her review. Thanks again! Hugs and virtual brownies to all! ^_^