1. To answer Red1FL questions: President Sean Groster FC is Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

2. Enjoy lovebugs. ;)

ONE WEEK LATER

Mercedes had been out of the hospital for a week and in that week she had managed to avoid both Sean and Sam. Sam had been calling. In passing, she would see him but she would never give him the time of day to explain himself, and Sean had been calling her phone and even sent a secret service agent to her apartment to try and get her but she refused. So here she was with no work to do, and an abundance of free time she was in the parking sitting on a park bench and having a cup of coffee.

"You know you are hurting him by not answering his phone calls right," Kurt Hummel said as he sat beside his friend.

"He is not my concern, and I shouldn't be his he has a country to run," Mercedes answered as she kept her eyes forward and took a sip of her latte.

"Mercedes when I asked you to come to the campaign trail and help us out, I didn't bank on you two to fall in love with each other, and I didn't bank on you leaving as the communications director, and starting your own crisis management firm. You have to believe that he still loves you and that he wants you back." Kurt spoke.

"Did he put you up to this Kurt, because you were my friend before you were his," Mercedes said as she turned her head to look at him, "If memory serves me correctly it was you who called me and told me that you had the job of putting this bright young face in front of millions of Americans in the hopes that he would become president. It was you who leaned on me and asked me to help when it looked like he was not going to get out of the primaries with enough votes. You out of all people should know why I refuse to go back to him. I am not a dirty little secret, and neither is Sebastian."

Kurt's eyes met hers, "You know the situation with that."

"I know you that you love him, and he loves you, and as of now, he is content with hiding because you keep on saying that one day you will be able to change, but we both know that you won't. You like keeping your personal life private, and I understand that, but what I don't understand is you flirting with men in the public eye, and being surprised when Sebastian kicks you out and you have to sleep in your office. However, you want to know what the difference is between Sebastian and me? I am not afraid of leaving and not knowing that I may not find more, however, he is, because he loves you. He loves your pompous style, the way you speak with confidence, and the way you act tough but are really a genuine sweetheart. He loves everything about you, however, if you keep on playing games with him, then that love you both have will not ever be enough." Mercedes spoke.

Kurt stood, "I'll pass along the message, and um I'll tell Sebastian that you said hello." Then he walked away leaving Mercedes alone.

Sam was in his apartment thinking about how everything went wrong. He had this beautiful woman in his arms and the next thing he knew she was in the hospital. He had tried his best to keep everything secretive, but he could tell from her reaction that she already knew a lot, and she knew that Sean wouldn't have told her much because hell he barely knew a lot of what was going on. He knew he needed to go ask Command questions and he knew that was grounds to get him killed but he knew if he didn't he would still be forever confused.

So he grabbed his keys, and wallet and headed out of the door. When he made it to the address of the fairly large home he hopped out of the car and knocked on the door. A woman he mirrored Mercedes's face came and opened the door.

"Hi, how may I help you," She asked sweetly.

"Oh, and you must be Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones speaks very highly of you at the office," Sam smiled at the older woman.

"Ah, you're one of his coworkers, well he is in his office just go down the hallway and it is the last left." Mrs. Jones spoke sweetly. Sam thanked her for letting her in and walked down the hall before entering the office. Mr. Jones looked up and saw Sam.

"Evans, I think you know coming to the place I stay, to discuss business is highly unethical, and grounds for you to be terminated." Deion spoke and Sam didn't miss the double wording he threw out.

"I think you owe me an explanation about who Mercedes Jones truly is to you, and why you got so pissed at me for sleeping with her," Sam answered.

"Evans you are one of my best people at the job, and for you to do that was stooping to a low level, and now I am trying to figure out if you even still have surveillance on her," Deion said.

"Fuck that, because you know I still have surveillance on her, and my actions would her wouldn't change that."

"Ok, and tell me this, has she even spoken with you since the incident."

Before Sam could answer the door opened to reveal Mercedes Jones but she had yet to look at them she was on her phone and Sam stood up not knowing what else to do.

"Dad, did you put one of your people to spy on me?" Mercedes questioned as she looked up and noticed Sam standing awkwardly.

"Oh my God, you did, what the hell was that for?" Mercedes shouted.

"Mercedes it was to make sure you weren't doing anything stupid with that crisis firm of yours, you see what happened with Rachel."

"I fixed the Rachel situation, and you sent this guy to follow me. You know what no, fuck this, I am leaving." Mercedes said already feeling too to argue with this stupidity so she instead left ignoring Sam's pleas.

Once she was safe in her home, with the news on, and some dinner and a glass of vodka she received a phone call, and noticed that it was Sean, she took a deep breath and accepted the call.

"I heard you were out of the hospital," Sean began.

Mercedes sighed, "Yeah, I have been out for about a week now, why did you send a secret service agent to follow me?"

"Mercedes we both know that it was either that, or I do a little digging, tag your phone to find your location, and pull whatever footage I could figure out how you truly fell. I thought the agent was a happy medium."

"Sean we are not together."

"Does that mean I can't check up on you now?"

"It does when you want to send a guard to come to follow me instead of just asking me yourself," Mercedes replied.

"Look, I don't want to argue with you, I just wanted to know if you were ok."

"I'm fine, is tomorrow the national caucus meeting?"

"Yep, stand in front of people and talk, about what a president does best."

"Make sure to wear a neutral color, not too dark it makes it seem like you don't want to be there and it makes it seem like you are upset about something. Not too bright because then it makes you seem flashy, like a pimp, like America's tax dollars, is going toward you wearing obnoxious clothes, and not towards health care." Mercedes reminded him.

Sean chuckled, "Will do, get some rest Mercedes."

Mercedes smiled a tiny bit, "Goodnight Sean." Once she hung up the phone she directed her attention back to the television, and then she heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was a friend she went to the door and looked through the peephole and rolled her eyes when she saw Sam. She opened the door.

"I could have you arrested for stalking, and being unwanted at my place of residence, but then again I am sure the charges wouldn't stick because you work for my dad, a man who is responsible for an undercover government-funded assassin agency." Mercedes hissed.

"I came wanting to talk that is all. Look I know it seems like I slept with you because it was a mission, but you have to believe me that it wasn't that, and I apologize for breaking your trust, but if you know how I operate you know why I couldn't just say no to him." Sam explained.

"I know nothing about you."

"My name is Samuel Howard Evans, the only child of Dwight Evans, and Mary Stein-Evans. I was raised in Washington, and I was in the military, the agency hand-selected me about five years ago and I have been working there ever since. He never said anything about you and him being related, as far as I was concerned you were just a woman trying to help criminals escape me. That is how we first met isn't it."

"You know what this whole thing you got here, is cute, charming it really is, but I do not want anything to do with you do you understand that," Mercedes asked loudly. Sam quirked his head to the side and let out a soft smile.

"You're lying, I have noticed that when you lie you like to scrunch your nose up, so right now if you are going to stand here and try to tell me that you don't want my lips on yours, I'll know you are lying." Sam flirted. Mercedes rolled her eyes and kept her hand on the door.

"I want you to leave right n-," She was interrupted when Sam's lips crashed on hers. She tried to resist and pull back but he was just so damn addicting. He pulled her in by grabbing her neck slightly and taking his other hand and molding it into her lower back so they were pushed against each other. His lips stayed on hers like they were creating a puzzle, he loved the taste of her vanilla chapstick, and the needy moans she let out as Sam held her. He pulled away ever so slightly and looked at Mercedes smirking again.

"If you want this to continue next time you won't lie to me, goodnight Ms. Jones," Sam whispered then he was taking the elevator back to the lobby leaving Mercedes in her doorway confused and dazed.

"What the hell," She muttered to herself.