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I'm Still Your Girl

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I’m Still Your Girl


When Bill arrived at the event, he came in the backdoor to allude the press. He wanted to respect Hillary’s wishes of keeping the press at bay but at the same time he absolutely had to see her. Her avoidance was killing him, and he didn’t know how much more he could possibly take. Things had been tense for her since the issues with Russia started six weeks ago, but she had never not returned a call or checked in with him. He felt as though she was pulling away.


His eyes scanned the room for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Nervousness seemed to overcome him, and he made his way to the bar for a little something to calm him down.


“Fancy meeting you here, stranger.” George’s Texan accent cut through the background chatter in the room. “Thought you had other plans?”


“I’d rather be here.”


George sat his glass down on the bar. “Jake, refill mine and get Billy here a bourbon. Thank you.” He returned his attention back toward Bill. “Trouble in Paradise?”


“What makes you say that?”


“It’s written all over your face. What happened? Pressure of being arm candy get to you?” he chided. “I mean all those new suits and the dinners and events like this one must be absolutely exhausting.”


Bill picked up the tumbler the bartender sat down in front of him. “Funny, Junior.”


“I try,” he replied. “Seriously though, everything okay?”


“Hillary isn’t pleased about the negative press.”


George nodded. “Seems fair enough. It’ll blow over though. What are you going to do about it in the meantime?”




He sucked in a breath and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”


“Oh, yeah?” he countered, taking a drink. “And why is that?”


“I know you’re still in the honeymoon period of things, but have you forgot what Hellcat is like when she’s mad? It’s best to let sleeping dogs lie, man.” he advised. “Time and space and she’ll be back on the Clinton express in no time.”


Bill shook his head. “How are you and Laura still married?”


“I’m a romantic,” he beamed, proudly. “And I have a lot of money. I’m sure that helps.”


“I’m sure.”


“Did you try flowers?”




“Phone calls?”


“She won’t return them.”


“Life Insurance?”


Bill gave him a confused look. “What?”


“I’m trying to make sure Chelsea is set because your Yankee girl Is going to spit roast you right in the middle of this room.”


“Thank you for the encouragement.”


George shrugged. “Hey, I’m just trying to give you fair warning. The way Senator Rodham used to come at me when I was President…shew. I would not want to be you right now.”


“George!” Laura admonished. “Please leave Bill alone.”


“I was just giving him some advice.”


Laura rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you were,” she sighed, heavily. “How are you President Clinton? You’re looking awfully dashing tonight.”


Bill grinned and reached for Laura’s hand. “Well thank you Lady Bush, you’re looking rather lovely yourself.” he placed a kiss to the back of her hand. “How are things in Texas?”


She glanced back at George and then back to Bill. “Dry, I’m afraid.”


He laughed. “How about a drink then?” he asked. “Might help settle the dust. Let’s hunt down a waiter.”


George watched as the two of them went off in search of flutes of champagne. He shook his head. Bill had one upped him again. He heard a clearing of the throat and turned slightly to see Hillary’s assistant approaching him. “What can I do for you, son?” he asked, clapping him on the shoulder.


Adam winced. “Easy, Cowboy,” he replied. “Why are Texans so rough? Geez,” he sighed. “I need your assistance with something.”


“Is this about Billary?”


He nodded. “Without going into the details, there’s a bit of an issue and she’s freezing him out.”


“And you actually want them to patch things up?”


Adam rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know it sounds contrary coming from me, but this is really important. Intercepting phone calls and keep all their shit straight is a maddening task. I just want freedom. You can understand that, can’t you?”


George crossed his arms over his chest. “What did you have in mind?”


“I just need something to get the two of them together alone in the same space and I think the rest will work itself out.”


“You want to lock them in the broom closet?”


He arched a well-defined eyebrow. “Do you know where one is?” he asked and then shook his head. “No that won’t work. They need to be brought together for a common cause.”


“You know who they both hate?”


“Mitch McConnell?”


“Everybody hates Turtle,” he replied. “No, Bernie Sanders. The pretend Democrat.”


“Oh, yeah, Senator Sanders, why didn’t I think of that? That’s perfect, President Bush. We don’t even have to do anything, he’s bound to piss one of them off tonight.”


“You want me to goad him a little?”


Adam sighed. “Could you?”


“For Billary 2.0? Of course!” he smiled. “Besides these things are so stuffy and boring I think we could use a little entertainment.”



To say that she was displeased was an understatement. Seeing Bill was absolutely the last thing that she wanted right now. And it absolutely broke her heart because she loved him so much. But she knew the moment she was in his arms she would breakdown and she just wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t know if she would ever be ready. For now, it was best to keep her distance as she tried to process what happened with Putin on her own. Once she was feeling more confident she would smooth things over.


Hillary felt a warm hand on her back and immediately gasped. She had never been so on edge and jumpy in all her life.


Nancy’s hand retreated. “Are you alright, Hillary?”


She breathed a sigh of relief. “Sorry, Nancy,” she apologized. “I was just lost in thought,” she explained. “This issue with Russia is taking over my brain.”


“We’re working on sanctions. Graham won’t budge. I think he has interest there. McConnell too. Hopefully McCain can convince them.” she said, hopeful. “How was your last visit?”


“Uneventful.” she lied.


Nancy studied her. “Okay, what’s up?”


“What do you mean?”


“Obviously something is bothering you. You’re tense, you’re distracted. Hell, you’re even avoiding Bill.” she observed. “Two of you have a fight?”


“No, Bill’s been great. Things are going well. Really well.”


“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”


Hillary sighed. “It’s just the stress of everything,” her voice was soft and she hoped like hell convincing. “The job, the kids, Bill. Hayden. It’s just…it’s a lot.”


Nancy nodded in understanding. “Maybe you need some time,” she suggested. “You need to take care of yourself before you can take care of anyone else. Why don’t we have lunch next week? A nice leisure lunch.”


“I’d like that,” she smiled. “I’ll have Adam give Raj a call.”


She chuckled. “I have to tell you, Raj is quite taken with your Adam.”


“I noticed that too. My dear boy was so nervous about tonight that he couldn’t tie his bowtie.”


“Same,” she smiled, a little deviously. “Shall we give them a push?”


“I don’t think it would hurt.”


“Fancy seeing you here, Clinton.” Bernie clapped him on the back. “I thought this kind of soiree’s wasn’t your thing unless they benefited you.”


Bill drew in a deep breath. “It all depends on my schedule, Sanders,” he tried to remain as calm and even as possible. “I happened to be free tonight.”


“I’m surprised the press wasn’t all over you when you got here. They’ve been having quite the field day with you lately.”


“I suppose they’ve moved on to the next person.”


“I can’t imagine Hillary was thrilled with the press. Must be reminiscent of the past for her.”


Now he was agitated. “Bernie, what do you want?”


“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Just making conversation, that’s all. You don’t have to get so defensive.”


“I’m not defensive,” he replied. “I just don’t like your snarky bullshit remarks.”


Bernie held his hands up in surrender. “Hey, hey, hey! I was just trying to be friendly.”


“Yeah.” Bill bit back. “See you around, Sanders.”


As Bill started to walk away he heard Sander’s loud, grating voice behind him. “Was this the plan all along?”


“I’m sorry?” Bill spun around. “What are you talking about?”


“Hillary,” he grinned. “Now that she’s a proven leader without you it’s safe for the two of you to be back together.”


Bill scoffed. “You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

“You don’t think it’s awfully convenient that you’re back in fold just as she’s gearing up to run for President?” he asked. “I bet she didn’t even wait until the good doctor was cold in the ground before jumping back in the sack with you. If she ever really got out of it.”


And that was it. That was all it took. Bill’s temper skyrocketed and before he could stop it his fist had slammed into the side of Sanders face, propelling him backwards and knocking his glasses from his face.


Everything in the room came to a standstill. Bill looked up to see Hillary from across the room, their eyes locking on contact. Before he could make a move, a sound, she gathered the skirt of her dress in her hands and fled the main ballroom. “Fuck!” he swore! He had really blown it now.


He started after her. “Hillary!” he called. “Wait!”


A firm hand grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back. “Not right now.” George said. “Give her some space.”


Bill turned to see George and Laura standing behind him. “Sanders…he…I just…”


Laura nodded. “We heard what he said, Bill,” she told him. “Come on, let’s get you some ice.”


He looked int he direction Hillary took off in. The stir of the crowd in front of him didn’t bother him a damn bit. She was all he cared about. And now he had made matters a million times worse.


“Come on, Bill.” Laura slid her hand into his uninjured one and started leading him away from the crowd. “George will take care of it.”


“Okay, folks, nothing to see here.” George said, helping Sanders up off the ground. “Go back to drinking and gossiping.”


“Thank you.” Sanders replied.


“Don’t ever thank me, Bernie,” he said, handing him his glasses. “I would have done more than punched you in the face had you said something like that about Laura. I guess that’s the difference between Arkansas and Texas.”