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"What are you doing here?"

"You told me to come." Sabrina looked at him crazy before passing him to enter his condo, spotting Mercedes, she gave the woman a smile as she went over and gave her a hug.

Sam closed his door and turned back around, instantly remembering that she was indeed suppose to be here, "Right, sorry. Its been so hectic this week."

"It's fine. I just hope I wasn't interrupting anything." Sabrina said with a smirk, waggling her brows as she sat next to Mercedes, "Because I can come back later and let you to continue."

Mercedes snorted as she shook her head, "No, it's nothing like that."

"Where's mom?"

"She's going to fly down to Vegas tomorrow morning with Aunt Jamie and Aunt Lynne."

Sam nodded his head as he gripped the paper in his hands, which caused his sister to look in that direction.

"What's that?"

Sam glanced over at her and saw that she was gesturing to the paper in his hand, "I was reading the results of the paternity test."

"Oh." Sabrina sat up and glanced between the couple, "What does it say?"

"Well..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, "I'm not the father but.."

"There's a but? Why is there a but? Not means not."

Mercedes watched as he walked forward and handed her the paper, she looked down and begin to read out loud, Sabrina leaning in to see. Their faces mirroring one another in straight confusion, "What does this even mean?"

"I have no idea. All I know is I'm not the father." He said in a relieved, yet irritated tone. He didn't know why it shocked him, but that girl was really not the one for him. Hearing dialing, he looked up and saw Sabrina holding out her phone that was on speaker, "Who are you calling?"

"Desi."

"Who's Desi?"

"Our first year doctor cousin." Sabrina responded just as the woman greeted her on the other end, "Hey Desi, I need a favor. I'm going to send you a picture of something and I need you to translate in non-medical talk." She took a picture and sent it to the woman, "Confidential please."

"Duh." The woman snorted on the other side of the phone, zooming in to read the attached note at the bottom. Dear Mr. Evans, the results from your test show indications of a positive and negative average, so here's so clarification. Genetic markers and samples were similar to yours, however, when going through our testing system with all samples from you and the unborn fetus, it was determine that you are not the paternal father, "Hey Sabrina?"

"Yeah."

"Um, yeah...Sam isn't the father."

"Yeah, we got that genius, what's all this other stuff talking about?" She asked, the quietness on the other end confusing her, prompting her to look at Sam and Mercedes, who was looking just as confused, "Desi, what's up?"

"It's a reason why the testing could be confusingly similar..." She drifted off before for a moment, leaving the trio with continuous confused faces, "When it's that close, it means that it's someone else in that family. In your case Sam, it's your biological father to be precise."

Sabrina and Mercedes' eyes went wide before they looked over to Sam, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Thomas was the father of Allison baby? They slept together? What in the actual hell?

"Des...um, thanks."

It was silent for a good while after Sabrina hung up the phone. They watched as Sam got up and exited out of the room, sliding the screen door open that led to the balcony and closing it behind him. After awhile of stunned silence, Mercedes was the first one to speak.

"I'll go check on him."

"And I'll be out the way." Sabrina stated as she got up from the couch, grabbing her luggage to go put up while calling her mother to let her know the news.

Mercedes gave him a few more minutes to himself before she stood up, going over to the door and sliding it open, "You okay?"

Sam nodded his head, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out the smoke, "Peachy."

Mercedes let out a small sigh, looking down at her phone in her hand when it starting vibrating, seeing that it was Ruby calling, she answered quickly, "Hey."

"Hey sweetheart. You got a minute?"

"Of course."

"Are you alone?"

"I can be." She stepped back and headed to the bedroom, closing the door behind her: She sat on the edge of the bed and turned her attention back to Ruby on the phone, "What's going on?"

"Mercedes, I'm sorry, baby. So, so terribly sorry."

"You're scaring me. What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry."

Mercedes listened to her apologize once more before she began telling her what was going on. As she listened, it felt like a big hit to her face as knots formed in her stomach. Her eyes became foggy with angry, defeated tears. This couldn't be happening….yet it was.

The next forty-eight hours had been nothing but a ball of emotions. Everyone was worried around them for multiple of reasons. Unfortunately, the hits didn't stop. Sam had been in this pissed off, angry filled funk for two days. One would think it would have something to do with the test results, but it was the phone call from Ruby that Mercedes had got afterwards. They had found out that Thomas had gotten away with attacking her. Due to lack of evidence, no witnesses, her testimony, well lack thereof, they didn't have enough significance evidence to put him away. However, the judge didn't let him off completely. He ordered for him to do a mandatory three month stint in rehab and granted Mercedes a restraining order. He also made sure that there was a restraining in place for both her and Sam against his ex. Of course she was upset and frustrated about the outcome as well, she was just glad that this was all over.

In other news, they had landed in Las Vegas three days before the fight with the want to get their minds off of it all. After getting checked into their rooms, they made sure that Sabrina had got to her and his family's suite safely, which was just one floor below theirs. Once they got settled, Mercedes took a seat in the chair and opened the itinerary that was just sent to her, "You go on at 4 Saturday."

Sam took his hoodie off and laid it on the couch, "With a plan to be out of there at 4:02."

"Don't be cocky."

"You didn't let me finish." He commented before continuing, "A knockout will guarantee me a longer cuddle session with my lovely girlfriend."

Mercedes chuckled at him as she looked up, "That actually doesn't sound half bad."

"See, we need it." He stated as he sat beside her on the ottoman, "We've been dealing with so much shit these past couple of months, hell the last few days, and I feel like every since we got together, we haven't had any time for just us."

"I agree."

"After my fight, how about we just stay here for a couple of days? We need some "us" time." He continued quickly to avoid the teasing of him being a softie that she was bound to state, "I'll even throw in spa days with all the works for the whole time we're here."

"You must have a bankroll laying around because that's not cheap around here."

"Of course I will after I win, but even if I don't, money's not a stressor. I want us to have a good time and you deserve to be spoiled, even if it's my last penny." He said as he pressed a kiss to her hand, "So, what do you say? Care to spend some alone time with me?"

"Boy, if folks knew how much of a teddy bear you really are." Mercedes giggled as she nodded her head, "Sure."

Sam smiled as he placed both of his hands on her face, pulling her to him as their lips clashed against one another. He groaned when she pulled way and stood to go answer her ringing phone, a slight frown once she announced that it was Quinn. He didn't know what it was but she irked him a lot. He felt that she felt that she had this entitlement over Mercedes. He didn't know why, he just did.

"Up for a nightcap?" Mercedes broke him from his inner thoughts as she stood in front of him, "She's downstairs and wants to have drinks with us. I could really use one…or two….maybe three."

"What's she doing here?"

"She has a break from filming."

So she decided to come here? Of course she did. Why? Because Mercedes is here. Sam stood up from the ottoman, "I'm good. I'm going to take a shower and get some sleep."

Mercedes watched as he made his way to the bathroom with her right on his heels, but she stopped at the threshold. She stared as he took his shirt off with his back facing her, leaning over to turn the shower on before removing the rest of his clothes. She pulled her phone from her pocket, just as he got in, to send Quinn a text.

Hey, we're going to take it in early, so maybe we can try again tomorrow.

Let me guess…he didn't want to come?

Its been a long day of traveling, we're both just tired.

So that's a yes then? That's okay, he doesn't have to be around me. You and I can do breakfast in the morning at the place on the corner. I'll text you the name. Love you.

Mercedes stared at the text and then sat her phone on the night stand without responding. She didn't know what was going on with either one of them but she hate that it was like this…and why? She went into the bathroom and shrugged off her clothing, pulling back the curtain as she carefully stepped in behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on the middle of his soapy back.

"Isn't your girlfriend waiting?"

Mercedes pursed her lips as she dropped her arms and pulled back due to the aggravation in his tone, "Can you hand me some soap?"

"Don't try to ignore what I said." He said as he turned around and stared down at her, wiping the water from his face, "I just find it ironic that she had a break and chose Vegas out of all places to come to."

"She has a girlfriend."

"What the hell does that mean? She's obviously not that in love with her if she's still fawning over you."

"She's not fawning, Sam. Quinn and I have history…it's always going to be there. We have love for each other, but it's nothing more than platonic. She was my friend before anything."

Sam let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head, "You're either too in denial to see or you don't want to acknowledge it. That girl is not over you."

Mercedes watched as he moved the curtain back forcefully before getting out, wrapping the towel around his waist before exiting out of the bathroom. She took a deep breath and leaned her head against the wall, covering her face with her hands.

The next morning, Henry was walking through the lobby, heading to one of the restaurants that was in the hotel. He wanted to get an early start to the day because they had so much to do before the fight. He was grabbing a menu on the outside of the entrance when he spotted his daughter sitting in the corner by the window, alone. He made his way over to her, glancing down at her plate, "Fried Chicken, Waffles and Mimosas."

"Bottomless Mimosas." Mercedes corrected as she raised her eyes to look at her father, giving him a small smile, "Want to join?"

Henry pulled the chair out and sat down, the waiter coming almost immediately asking if he wanted anything, ordering himself a coffee.

"That's all you're getting?"

"Yes, plus…" He reached over and grabbed one of the wings off her plate, "It always taste ten times better from someone else's plate."

"Yeah, you're right." Mercedes let out a chuckle, "Where's your other half?"

"She's still kind of tired from yesterday. I told her I would bring her something back." Henry watched as she nodded before downing the last of her drink. He observed his daughter for awhile, watching as she started to move her half-eaten plate to him. Its been so rough to see her going through things in her life, but this had to be the one moment that made him seethed. He couldn't believe that bastard didn't get locked up for hurting his little girl. He may think he got away with it, but he is going to see that he's taken care of, and not in a nice way, "How are you?"

"Honestly….I'm not doing too good, Dad." She admitted out loud for the first time, "I'm hurting and I'm not myself, I don't like that. I always have brushed stuff off and buried it so deep, but now, I don't want to do that anymore. I'm hurt, depressed and I'm mentally and emotionally tired."

Henry didn't like the sound of that. It was very, very rare that he has seen his daughter like this. She was a tough kid, but she has truly hit her breaking point, "Take this day and relax."

"We have work to do."

"Gill and I can manage. Your mental health outweighs all of this."

Mercedes watched as he pulled out his wallet, her head already shaking from side to side, "Dad."

"I'm your father, no matter how old you are, I'm always going to be there for you." He gave her his credit card, nudging it in her hand, "Even if it's just a movie and some popcorn."

Mercedes didn't realize she was crying until she felt a tear slide down her face. She was so emotionally full that she needed time to release it. She wiped her face and got up from her seat, going over and giving her father a big hug, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He pressed a kiss to the side of her forehead before she let go, watching as she grabbed her bag and gave his shoulder a squeeze before walking out.

Later that day, Mercedes' parents had invited her to come to dinner with them but she insisted on going back to the room. She took this day to clear her mind by walking down the Las Vegas strip, and even catching two movies. It was a nice escape from her situations right now, but she also took some time to think on her way back to the hotel. She ordered her some room service then took a nice hot shower while doing some reflecting. She had settled herself in the bed with a glass of wine when she heard the key swipe, followed by the door opening in the other room.

Sam excused himself from his family, vowing to meet up with them in the morning after practice. On his walk to his room, he had some time to think about his actions. He didn't mean to take his frustrations out on Mercedes, but he couldn't hold how he was feeling about the whole situation. When he got into the room, he headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower. Once he finished, he dried his body off before wrapping the towel around his waist and headed into the room, stopping in front of the bed and staring at Mercedes, "I'm a jealous asshole and I'm sorry. I should've never talked to you the way I did. Although I know I don't deserve it, I hope you can forgive me."

Mercedes tilted her head to the side, "I should make you beg, like on your knees beg, but I'm feeling generous, so I'm going to let you slide..."

Sam walked to where she was, grabbing the glass and sitting it on the night stand. He sat down on the side of the bed, leaning forward to kiss only for her to pull back, prompting him to look at her questionably.

"But we need to go to therapy." She said, watching as he stared at her, "We both need to work on ourselves before we can continue this relationship."

"What I'm getting is that you want to break up?"

Mercedes had done a lot of thinking the past couple of hours and although the last thing she wanted was more time lost between them, she knew that this was best, "Just until we can get to a better place within ourselves."

Sam nodded his head as he stood up from the bed, clearing his throat a bit as he turned, "I'll go see if I can get another room."

"Sam." She called after him, but her calls didn't avail as he disappeared out of her sight for the second time this trip.

A/N. Hi lovelies! It's been a minute & I'm sorry about that! Hope you guys enjoyed this update! All of shocking twists & turns in this chapter, with a lot more to come!