Hey guys, so I know you were wondering what happened to Sam; I figured I would put you out of your misery and let you know lol. Enjoy.

As the cars drove up the driveway, Mercedes frowned, seeing a man run up the driveway. Mercedes froze, seeing him pull out a gun.

"Sam, get down!" She screamed.

"This is from Russell." The man said.

Sam turned to see the man aiming at Mercedes and drew his gun, jumping in front of her. Two shots zoomed past Mercedes's head as Sam shoved her to the ground while she pulled him down with her.

Sam got off two shots, and the man fell to the ground as Puck, and everyone ran out to help.

"Sam, you are pretty heavy; I'm gonna need you to move over so I can get up," Mercedes said.

Sam remained lifeless, lying on her.

"Sam? SAM?!" Mercedes moved as much as she could to flip him over and screamed as she saw blood all over her hands and clothes.

Sam lay there lifeless, and Mercedes saw red. She pulled off her apron, putting it over his wound. "Sam…please talk to me." She took a breath, trying to remember what she learned as a Candy Striper when she was younger. Reaching over and placing two fingers on his neck, she exhaled as she felt a pulse.

"His Pulse is weak but steady."

Quinn looked at her, "We need to get him to the hospital."

Mercedes took a breath before looking at Puck. "Call the doctor. Tell him to get his ass here now!"

Puck stood over her. "We already called; they are on their way."

Mercedes saw the man move and groan, and she grew angry. "Hold this, Puck!"

Puck looked at her. "Merce-"

"I said hold it!"

Puck bent down, looking at her. "Let us handle him. I know that anger you are feeling, that rage; you want to kill him, make him suffer. But Sam needs you, not me or anyone else but you. Don't lose yourself in this world, Mercedes. Focus on him."

"We need to call 911," Quinn said, shaking. "What are you guys doing?"

Mercedes's eyes blurred, and she shook her head. "We cant…We can't take him to the hospital; it's why…why we have people on call…." She sniffed, using her wrist to wipe her nose. "Sam said something about having a room with hospital supplies…we need to get him there."

Puck turned, telling two guys she didn't know to bring the gurney they had. "Stacey and Santana, get the room ready; we are headed there."

Mercedes held the apron tighter against him. "Sam, you gotta be okay. If you aren't…I don't know what I am going to do."

The guys brought the gurney and gently placed Sam on it. She held the apron as tight as she could as they slowly walked him to the room. Once there, they put him on the bed as a man walked in with two women following him. "Okay, someone tell me what happened."

Mercedes looked at him. "Who are you?"

He gave her a soft smile. "I am Dr. Karl Howell, and I am who you call for just these situations. You must be Mercedes. Sam talks about you a lot, and I can see why, and I am here to take care of him."

Mercedes looked over to Puck, who nodded. "He was shot in the chest, and I tried to stop the bleeding as best as I could."

Karl nodded. "Thank you, you did a good job. But my team and I can take it from here."

Mercedes didn't move from Sam's side as Karl moved closer to her. "I know what you just experienced was a lot. And with you being pregnant, you need to go sit down. I want to check you out once I get Sam stable. You can trust me."

Mercedes exhaled, moving to kiss Sam softly. "Don't you dare leave us, Sam." She turned to leave, but his hand gripped hers. She turned and looked at him, and his eyes opened slightly.

"I lo- I love…"

Mercedes nodded, moving closer to him. "I know. I love you too."

His eyes drifted close again, and one of the nurses helped to escort Mercedes out. "Go rest; he's in good hands."

Puck looked over to Stacey. "Stace, you stay; make sure everything is okay with Sam. I am going to see just who the hell thought they could shoot at us and live."

Mercedes didn't want to leave Sam, but she knew she had to; walking out, she stopped Puck. "Take me to him."

"What? No. Mercedes, I will handle this."

"As the fiancee of the Boss, I have a right to go. So shut the fuck up and take me to him!"

Puck nodded, throwing his hands into the air. "Fine! Come on."

Mercedes followed Puck to the basement and few angry, seeing the man who shot Sam tied to the chair.

"Aye! Let me go! I need a doctor; that bastard shot me!"

"Shut up!" Puck said, moving closer to him. "Why the hell would you come here and shoot Sam."

The man looked at Mercedes. "I wasn't aiming for him. I was aiming for her! His dumb ass moved in the way."

Mercedes stepped forward to the man despite Puck trying to stop her. "Well, you missed asshole."

"I might have, but others won't. Russel Fabray is offering a lot of money for your head and his daughter's head. Your days are numbered, sweetheart."

Mercedes nodded with a sigh as her hand moved to the gunshot wound on his leg. She dug deep into it, causing the man to scream out in pain.

"Get this bitch off of me!" He screamed.

"Bitch? I'll show you a bitch!" Mercedes moved her hand to his arm, putting pressure on the wound, digging so deep she felt the bullet that was lodged there. He screamed louder struggling to break free.

"Where can we find the hit notice?" Puck asked.

"I'm not telling you shit." He spat.

Mercedes dug her nails in deeper, and he cried out, panting in pain. She pulled the bullet out and replaced it with her two fingers tearing at his skin.

"Darkweb! Under pest control."

Mercedes released him and looked at Puck. "We need that taken down now."

"I know. Is there anything else we need to know?"

Mercedes turned towards him, but the man shook his head. "Stop, please! I told you everything. Get me a doctor."

Mercedes angrily dug both her fingers into both bullet holes causing him to scream with tears streaming down his face.

"There is one on Sam too. From his brother Seth! He set it up months ago with the Irish Mafia!"

Puck's eyes widened, and he looked at Mercedes. "Holy Shit. I am having you take over all interrogations from now on."

Mercedes stepped closer to the man, digging her fingers inside of him a little deeper. "Remember this pain and remember my face. If my fiancee dies because of you." She removed her hand and pulled out her gun, aiming it at his temple. "This face will be the last thing you ever see."

Walking away from the man, Puck gave her a washcloth. "Remind me never to piss you off…you are scary as hell."

Mercedes nodded, leaning against the wall; after a moment, she doubled over and began to puke. Puck looked over to the man in front of the door guarding it.

"Get someone down here to clean up this mess."

Mercedes fell back, looking pale, and Puck pulled her to him and lifted her.

"What the hell are you doing? Put me down!"

"Mercedes, you are light-headed and can barely walk. After what you went through, it's understandable. I am going to take you to your room so you can get cleaned up. Once Sam is stable, we will bring him to you."

Mercedes sighed, too tired to even fight him. Once he reached her room, he put her down and gave her a slight nod. "Santana will be up as soon as she is finished. You aren't in this alone; lean on us; we are family.

Mercedes nodded. "I know he's your brother Puck; this has to be hard for you too." She reached out and hugged him. "I'm gonna take your advice, and I can't have Sam see me like this."

She walked further into the room as Puck shut the door and went to the bathroom. Mercedes stood in the bathroom staring at herself; at first, she was covered in blood. Sam's blood. She turned the water on and started washing the blood off her hands. She sniffed, holding back the tears as she scrubbed as hard as possible.

The scene played back in her mind. She closed her eyes tightly but couldn't stop the visions of Sam lying on the ground bleeding out. She fell backward against the wall, feeling like the room was getting smaller, and she couldn't breathe. She tried to focus on the faucet, but the room started spinning around her as she fought for her breath.

She heard someone call her name, but soon everything went black.

Sam groaned, trying to sit up but felt restrained. "What's happening!"

Karl and his nurse tried to hold Sam down. "Sam! Sam, calm down!"

"Where's Mercedes? Where is she?!"

Stacey moved and grabbed Sam's face in her hands. "Sammy, Sam, you gotta calm down, or Karl will have to drug you."

Sam noticed Stacey and looked around, realizing where he was. He looked back at her face and frowned. "What happened? Was I shot? Was Mercedes shot? She's pregnant! Where is she?"

Karl released Sam, as he started to calm down. "Yes, you were shot, but your fiancee was not. She is, however, in your room resting."

"Resting? No, she wouldn't have agreed to that." Sam groaned. "Get Puck in here! If you don't tell me what happened, he will."

Stacey sighed as Puck walked into the room. Sam tried to get up, but Stacey pushed him back down. "Sam, you were hurt; you can't just get up."

"The hell I can't. It was a flesh wound."

Puck moved closer to Sma. "Sam, you were shot; it barely missed your heart! Take a breath."

"Tell me what happened? How the hell did he get on the property?"

Puck scratched his head. "He must have come in when the family did. I told you we should start checking every car when they enter. Even if we trust the drivers."

Sam nodded. "Okay, so what happened?"

Puck looked at Stacey and then back to Sam. "Russel Fabray sent him to shoot Mercedes and Quinn. The bullet was meant for her, but you pushed her out of the way, and she moved so you wouldn't hit the ground."

"Is she…is she okay?"

"Okay? That woman saved you. Stopped your bleeding and then went all I am woman hear me roar of the man who shot you. Found out that Russell posted on the dark web a hit on our girls; she also found out that Seth made a hit for you on the dark web, but no one wants to cross you."

Sam exhaled slowly, sitting up on the bed. "How?"

"Sam, I saw her in a new light; she saw you bleeding out and became a monster. You would have been proud."

"Where is she?"

Stacey looked at Puck and back to Sam. "The adrenaline from the shooting and everything took its toll on her; Santana and Quinn found her passed out in the shower."

"But I looked over her; she is fine, just needs her rest. That's it." Karl said.

Sam nodded. "Okay, then take me to her."

"Sam, I had to stitch you up, and you lost a lot of blood. You shouldn't be moving."

"Fine! Find me a damn wheelchair, or use the damn gurney. Either that or I am walking."

"Puck. Karl, you guys do realize that my brother won't rest unless we take him to her."

Puck sighed. "Fine, we can use your office chair to wheel you to the elevator."

Karl breathed. "Sam, if I allow this, then you need to take it easy; no moving from that bed without my say-so."

Sam nodded. "I just want to be with Mercedes and our child. That's it."

"She really saved your life, Sam. You chose well." Karl praised.

Sam nodded. "I am very lucky. Now while I am down for the count, Stacey, I need you and Puck to handle things. I trust that you will make me proud." He said before a coughing fit took over. "Water."

Stacey grabbed him a bottle of water. "Trust me. I know. We will make sure everything is okay. I promise."

Mercedes awoke feeling like her head was going to explode. "There you are, sunshine. I was worried about you."

Mercedes looked over and blinked a few times as she saw Sam staring at her. "Sam?"

Sam smiled at her, gently running his hand over her face. She looked around and saw that she was in bed next to him. "How did I get here? How did you get here? Oh my G- you were shot! Are you okay? Was it all a dream? What the hell is happening?"

"Shhhh," Sam said softly. "Santana and Quinn found you on the ground; Karl said the adrenaline wore off, and your body crashed. They washed you up and laid you in the bed. Karl was able to get the gun out and stitch me up…you saved my life."

Mercedes shook her head. "I didn't-"

Sam used all the strength he could to move and kiss her. "You have been sleeping for 18 hours. After I woke up, everyone told me how much of a badass my soon-to-be wife was."

She frowned. "Sam, how are you?"

"I'm in pain… but I'm alive. You are perfect, and you know that."

She shook her head. "Sam, I am not."

"Mercedes." He grunted. "You saw me shot down in front of you, and your quick action of stopping my bleeding saved my life. Then you went and got all the information out of that bastard without killing him. Badass."

Mercedes sat up slowly, looking down at Sam. "You sure you are okay?"

"I lost a lot of blood, but he wasn't a good shot, and he missed any fatal organs. Karl got me feeling better, and I demanded they move me here with you."

Mercedes nodded. "Can I assume he checked me out while I was knocked out?"

Sam smiled. "You know me very well, don't you? He said you were find just exhausted. He will be back later today with an ultrasound machine."

Mercedes placed her hand on her stomach. "Oh, I hope he or she is okay…."

Sam gently pulled her closer to him. "Baby, I was so scared when I woke up and didn't see you."

She nodded. "That's how I felt when I saw you lying on that ground. Sam, I lost it."

"I heard...my baby is a badass, like I said. I am not glad that you were scared or that I was shot, but I am glad that it happened."

Mercedes sat up with a frown. "What? Why?"

"Because now everyone sees in you what I always saw. Mercedes, you are special. I love you."

Sam leaned over, but Mercedes stopped him. "Stay still."

"But I wanna kiss you." Sam whined.

Mercedes shook her head with a smile. "Then I will come to you. Baby, you were shot; you need to heal."

"My thoughts exactly. So if I think you aren't healing Sam, I will separate you." Karl said, pushing an Ultrasound machine into the room. "How are my patients feeling?"

Mercedes looked over at him. "I am sore, I feel weak, but I am okay. Please tell me that machine is to check the baby?"

"Yes, now the tiredness could be because you are pregnant. How are you, Sam?"

"I would be better if my fiancee would kiss me." Sam pouted.

"Head of the Mafia pouting, I have seen everything." Karl teased. "Because I am not an OBGYN, I can't check you, but one of my nurses who is on the approved list can do it; she is headed up now."

Mercedes nodded as a woman walked in. "Sorry I am late, I was...I won't even lie; that Mike Chang guy is super hot."

Mercedes laughed. "He is right."

"Hey!" Sam said.

"I love you, baby, but I am not blind." Mercedes teased.

"I am Tina, and I am going check Mercedes while Dr. Howel checks Sam's wound."

Sam moved to sit up as Karl moved closer to him. Tina set the machine up, smiling happily. Mercedes chewed her bottom lip as she turned the machine on.

Sam reached for her hand. "It's okay. I promise you will be fine."

She nodded as Tina lifted her shirt, placing the wand on her stomach. "So I am going to see how far along you are and make sure the baby is okay."

As Tina went to work, Karl smiled. "Your wound looks good; make sure you replace this gauze every two hours."

Sam nodded as he looked over to Mercedes and Tina.

"Well, looks like you are about 14 Weeks pregnant," Tina said.

"Really? But I only started feeling sick a few weeks ago."

"That happens more than you know. But you have to...huh..."

"Huh? Sam she said. Huh...is huh good."

Tina laughed. "Huh, is because I just realized that you are carrying twins."