Amara

Three weeks of dating or not, Liam knows my boundaries. I brush his hand away with a playful shove and open my mouth to speak when his cell rings in his pocket. Never more grateful for a phone call, I give him a sheepish nod for him to answer it. Just as he does, my own phone vibrates in my purse.

I turn away to give him privacy, and fish for my cell. The ladies' room isn't far from where I stand, so I dash inside to check it. It's a text from Evan.

Get somewhere private and call me. Urgent.

A phone call to Liam and a text from Evan at the same time aren't a mere coincidence, and that alone has my every sense on overdrive. Something is terribly wrong.

I press my thumb against the number of the incoming message, and just as it begins to ring, I hear Liam calling my name from inside. I've just pressed the phone to my ear when Liam, unconcerned about privacy in this moment, pokes his head through the opening of the bathroom to find me, his eyes wide and upset.

Before he can speak, Evan does it for me, his hushed, deep voice flooding my ear and stilling me to a statue at his words: "Emma's school was under attack."

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He looks at her, seeing her hang up her own cell "That unfortunately was my Father, apparently my sister's school was on lockdown, someone tried to kidnap her. I have to go back to Washington for a few days..he insists on it."

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Amara

Someone tried to kidnap her. The words ring in my ears, but somehow none of it is real until I hear it from his own lips. Someone tried to kidnap Emma. This is political, this is Sommers territory, and because of that, it's my territory. I'm to keep Liam safe.

Looking back at Liam with a steel resolve that I hope leaves no room for argument, I nod. "I'm coming with you."

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Liam

He looks at her,flattered she wants to be there "You really don't have to, it's all resolved now. I will just be a few days, till this paranoia goes away..."

He sees she is determined to go, he sighs slightly "Alright, you can come. Not exactly how I'd like you to meet my family..." Suddenly feeling nervous about all of that, "We're leaving tonight, you need to go back pack...it will just be the weekend."

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They board Air Force One again, this time Evan is on board. Liam looks at him, the guy has a wound in his arm, "Where you there with my sister?" He asks, Evan looks at Liam and nods,"I was...led her out of the building, got shot while doing it."

Liam stands up and shakes his hand, Evan takes it surprised but shakes it "It was an honor Sir, who this is...lovely lady?" Evan says, looking at Amara with a slight smirk.

Liam notices the smirk, "My...well, we've been seeing each other for a few weeks."

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Amara

Of all the acting skills I'd thought I'd possessed, I'd never thought I'd be putting this one to use. Evan, my partner in crime, my buddy, my confidante, has a bullet wound. I try my best to repress a shriek, but it fails. But me being a girl seeing some man with a gaping hole in his arm would be enough not to cause any alarm.

I quickly rush over, ignoring the prolonged formalities. "Amara," I offer uneasily, sidling up next to him, my eyes gauging just how bad the wound is. Worse yet, there are no medics on board. I've had training, of course, and at least it extends so far as to be of some assistance here.

And Evan, tough as he is, shows no signs of pain. He's even smiling as he eyes me. But that fades when he hears Liam's explanation as to why I'm here. It's not like he should be so surprised, but this is hardly the moment to question a thing.

As quickly as the look was there on Evan's face, it's gone now. I blink. I have to pretend not to know this man, this man I've known longer than I've known just about anyone.

"Oh my God," I groan, my hand reaching out to touch his arm. He doesn't flinch when I do so. "We need to get it out. Are there any tools I can use here?" I glance around me at the faces of a few other agents crowding the plane. One, an older man weathered from years of service, nods. "I believe so."

Without another word, the agent is gone. He's a familiar face, and he'd noticed mine just the same, but he knows my job here just like everyone else. I am the unknown. I am the girlfriend of the president's son.

Evan glances from me to Liam again, stuck somewhere in his head that I can't reach, and I gently rest a hand on his to bring him back to the now. "Sir? You're going to stay with me, right?" It's said as a question, but only Evan knows it's more of a plea. I can't stand seeing him hurting, even if it is a small wound compared to what it could have been. Sending up a thanks to the God I'd never believed in, I tug at his shirt, trying to get an idea of just how deep the bullet went.

I glance back at Liam, strictly business now. "Towel," I order. "Towel and alcohol. Now. Please."

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Liam

Liam looks at Amara, then to Evan "Why didn't you get that seen to?" Evan shrugs,"I wanted to make sure both children arrived safely..."

Liam looks at him, "Don't use that as a reason next time, I am sure their are secret guards all around my school, long before all ths happend and okay Amara, I will get you it...and since when are you a doctor?"

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Amara

I freeze at the question if only for a moment, but then I find there is a bit of truth I can offer up, however white a lie it may be in the scheme of things. "My mother's an RN," I explain absentmindedly, extending an arm and feeling a cloth placed into my palm, followed by the weight of a bottle of liquor. Not exactly first-aid kit worthy, but alcohol nonetheless.

I quickly screw off the top, and right now I couldn't care less about what this implies. With one pointed look in his direction, Evan nods and reaches for the ends of his shirt. The ladies love him partly for his body, and it's obvious why. He prides himself on keeping it lean and fit and muscular, and I can swear I catch a slight smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. Men.

But as soon as his jaw clenches and a muffled groan rumbles somewhere deep in his throat, I nearly jump out of my seat. "Shit! Sorry! I forgot," I yell, reaching for his arms to keep them down. "I'm so sorry. Don't. Don't move."

Medical training, my ass, I curse myself. Leaning closer, I reach for the end of his shirt myself and clench both sides in each fist, tearing it in half across his gut. It shreds quite easily, I note with relief, and only catches at the thickest end of his collar. Evan reaches up with his good hand and helps me finish it off, tossing the torn shirt to the floor of the plane at his feet.

I grab the bottle of alcohol at my side, then the small kit the returning agent hands to me, and make sure the towel is positioned just so beneath the wound. "Sorry, but this won't be pretty," I grimace, and then I tilt the bottle and pour.

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Liam

Liam helps her, handing her whatever she needs and watches her work. The interaction between her and Evan does not go unnoticed, she's the female him, is what he chalks it up to.

Liam gets a call, a flight attendant leads him to where he can take it.

Evan sees he is out of sight and looks at Amara finally, "Hey...girlfriend" He smiles at her, then makes noise of pain, "He's less of a jackass, that's for sure..."

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Amara

I spring forward closer to Evan to see if there's anything else I can do, but he waves me off, that stupid grin still on his face. "Yeah. He is. He's not... I don't know," I pause, trying to find words to explain myself. "All that, it's not really him."

I leave it at that. That's a safe bet. It's the truth, and it doesn't make me come across as some love-struck idiot who can't commit to her job. I'm efficient, and no matter how Liam makes me feel half the time, I can take care of him just the same.

I just care a little more now.

I sneak a glance to see if things are safe, and then I smooth down a flap of the medical tape now wrapped around Evan's bicep. For someone with shitty medical training, I'll admit I did okay. He still needs to see a doctor, but I've done the best I can. The bullet is gone, and Evan, with his sick sense of humor and honor, insisted on keeping it as a souvenir. It's something that makes me laugh now to think of it, because I'd have done the same damned thing.

Lowering my voice to a whisper, all business now, I start in on the interrogation. "What happened at the school? Emma's fine, I get that, but did you get a glimpse of any of the attackers? Any idea of what they'd want with her?"

Evan's face turns grave, his lips pressing into a tight line as he regards me. "Yeah. Sort of. They had masks, but it was the way they spoke." He leans in closer. "Look, have you been reading the news lately?"

My eyes wander to the floor for a split second. Headlines, mostly. Little glimpses of online news sites. I haven't been as informed as I've wanted to be what with classes and dating, but sure. I know enough. I nod. "What are you thinking?"

"The dudes shooting at us, had to be at least six of them. Likely more. I was there to pick Emma up and take her to a dance recital. Then the gunshots started. School started locking down the place, but that made those kids sitting ducks. I knew where her room was, so I headed for the window. Apparently they knew, too."

My mouth falls open. "Jesus Christ."

"Yeah," Evan nods. "They got in a few shots. I dodged them at first, managed to get in to make sure Emma wasn't harmed. I took down a few through the window, called in more of my team. It should have worked perfectly. I mean, lockdown went on forever. I thought we'd waited them out. Turned out they just disappeared into the woods. We were ushering her to the car when they showed up. Three came up to us, but we had them outnumbered. One of them said something, Keller."

Swallowing, I lean closer. "What? Shit, Ev, talk."

He sighs. "The guy's got an accent. Just before he gets in a shot at me, he tells us, 'You take our children, we'll take yours'."

The hostage crisis. The public outcry against President Sommers. We murdered and imprisoned their children, so what better way to get action than to go straight to the offspring of the source?

Emma and Liam Sommers. And what we'd been led to believe is wrong, if Liam's correct in his suspicions, which we're both aware he's known for being. This is far from over.

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Liam


Liam comes back to where they are, "That was my Dad, Emma is at home and she's fine. Doesn't surprise me, that girl has the attention span of a goldfish some times." He looks at the serious faces between Evan and Amara.

He goes up to Amara, "Hey, it's all going to be okay. These things..happen, in the middle east it's been rough right now and this their counter attack. I will admit, we employ the best guards you can think of...,we'll go to Washington, relax, let it blow over and eventually return to our lives."

Amara just nods and she takes a seat, Evan walks off to do something. Liam sits across from Amara, a slight grin on his face. She looks at him, "What could be so funny?"

"You checking him out" He said, calmly and matter of fact.

"I did not check him out, Liam...don't be stupid." She said, Liam looks at her "Hey, I don't care...it doesn't bother me but at least own up to it."

'I'm not you, I don't flirt with everything that moves." She says, sharply.

"I don't flirt with..everything." He admits, Amara looks at him and smiles "Yes, well even teachers are not off the list for you are they?"

Liam looks at her, surprised she said something like that. "I saw how you interact with Ms.Forbes, you couldn't mistake it." She adds, with a bit of jealously in her voice.

Liam gets up and sits next to her, "That was...a one time thing, I am not proud of it but it's in the past, I am trying to change...and be different."

Amara looks at him,"You don't have to change Liam, just be your true self...not this jerk."


Liam looks at her, "You did really well...on that wound, I am proud to introduce you to my Father tonight."

Amara looks at him, he knows he's won her over and leans over to kiss her, Evan comes back and Amara moves her head from Liam. Evan announces they will be landing.

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They get a helicopter to the white house roof, it lands and their is his Father, sister and stepmother.

Liam is not even off the helicopter for two seconds, his dad pulls him in for a hug. President Sommers adored his children, losing his wife was hard and to think of losing his kids next, he could not handle it.

Liam hugs him back, "I'm fine Dad..." He breaks off, Liam moves Amara up to them, "Dad, this is my girlfriend Amara..., Amara, my Father."

President Sommers looks to Amara, he smiles a warm smile and shakes her hand "Welcome Amara"

Emma comes over and looks at Liam, they just look at each other for a second. She looks so much like his mother, everything about her, he pulls her in for a hug and she hugs him back, feeling safe in her brothers arms.

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