Title: Son of Sam

Author: Replica

Email: replicapants@yahoo.se

Pairing: Sam/Brooke

Feedback: Give it to me baby, ah-a ah-a

Rating: PG-13 I guess. (I'm kinda clueless about this typ of things)

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to other people. People with money. And if I'd had money, they would be mine. Moahahaha.

A/N: This story takes place in what could have been seasson 3 and well... yeah.

Part One: Dream a little dream

”Princess? Hey Princess, wake up. Brooke! Come on!”

Brooke slowly opened her eyes and saw something dark in front of her face. As her vision got less blurry, she could make out a pair of dark eyes and dark hair.

“What are you dreaming about?”

Brook squinted looking up at the brunette sitting on her bed. “W-what… Why?”

”You were talking in your sleep again.”

Brooke tried to sit her self up while rubbing her eyes with one hand. “What time is it?” She asked when realizing that it was still dark outside.

“I don’t know. Maybe two or three something.” The brunette shrugged.

Brooke sighed and hit Sam on the arm with a small pillow. “Sam! Why the hell did you wake me up? I’ve got early practice tomorrow.”

“You sounded scared and I thought you might want some comfort.” Sam pouted rubbing her arm though the pillow didn’t hurt her at all.

Brooke sighed and stroke the brunette's cheek with her thumb. She just looked to damn cute pouting. “What was I saying?” She smiled.

“You where saying ‘Oh spank me harder Sammy!’ and then there were some grunting.” Sam didn’t believe the blonde’s eyes could possibly get more wider than they were right then. Without being able to stop the giggle forming bigger in her throat, she threw her self back in the bed bursting in to a hysterical laugh.

Brooke looked at the laughing brunette in front or her with insecurity spread all over her face. “What’s so funny Sam?” She asked pulling the covers up to hide her face.

“It’s just that…” Sam paused to gather herself and clear her throat, “You looked SO cute and so scared when I told you…” She paused again to catch her still irregular breath, “But I’m only joking princess.” She burst in to yet another laugh, though more moderated this time.

Brooke was red from embarrassment, hiding her face in her hands. Sam finally managed to control her laughter and tried to get Brooke to take away her hands from her face. “Hey! Why are you hiding? Don’t tell me you actually were dreaming of me spanking you? Cause if that’s what you want then…”

“Sam!” The blonde exclaimed while hitting Sam with the same small pillow as last time. “I was not! But I sure think you would like that!”

“What if I do?” Sam teased.

Brooke hit Sam again, this time with her fist. “Aotch! What’s up with you hitting me? Aha. Maybe you’re the one who wanna spank me?” That earned Sam yet an other blow on her arm.

“Did you wake me up just to piss me off Sam? Cause I just wanna kick your…”

“Okay! Okay!” Sam hold up her hands for protection in case of the blonde striking an other blow at her.

“Was I actually talking in my sleep Sam? Cause if I was, I wanna know, and if I wasn’t,” Brooke paused and locked eyes with Sam, “get out of my room!” Brooke threw her self on top on Sam and started tickling her. Sam struggled for a while before she managed to get out of Brookes grip.

“I can’t get out of your room if you keep pinning me down to your bed princess.” Sam laughed. “Do you or do you not want to know what you were saying?”

“So I was talking in my sleep…” Sam nod. “Okay, what did I say?”

“You were saying something like ‘No Sammy, that is not my baby’. Is there something you’re not telling me?” Brooke stared at Sam with her mouth slightly opened. “God Brooke, are you pregnant?”

“What? No Sammy! I just remembered what I was dreaming.”

“Uh-huh?”

“You were pregnant Sam. And the weirdest thing was that I was the father… I mean mother… or… you know what I mean.”

“You impregnated me Brooke?” Sam asked giggling.

“Yeah. And it was really weird. Everything was so real.” Brooke frowned.

“I don’t think we have to worry about that happening, do we princess?” Sam flashed the blonde a mischievous grin moving closer so they were sitting face to face. She cupped her face with her hands and moved in brushing her lips against Brookes.

“Sam I don’t think we…” Brooke made it only so far, because before she knew it, Sam was claiming her lips.

“Sam please,” Brooke broke the kiss,” it’s late and I really need to sleep. You know how sulky Nic gets when I slack at practice.”

“But I need you Brooke.” Sam pouted. “Can’t I at least sleep next to you in your bed? My bed is so cold and lonely.”

Brooke sighed. She really needed her sleep, however, she knew Sam would never give in. And those puppy dog eyes were really making her all mushy. “Okay Sam. But don’t you be putting your hands on inappropriate places! I need to sleep.” She said patting on the bed.

Sam’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and she hurried to lay down next to the cheerleader. She spooned her and rested her face in Brooke’s hair. After a while, when Brooke managed to drift in to sleep, Sam started to place feather light kisses on her neck. Brooke turned a little and Sam bit her, first carefully and then harder. The blond let out a small moan as she turned some more. The brunette grinned and caressed the length on Brookes leg, moving her hand up to Brookes tummy and just when she was about to cup one of Brookes breasts, the blond slapped her hand.

“I told you Sam: No hand on inappropriate places! Do I have to throw you out of my room?” She felt Sam shaking her head.

“Good. Now, I really need to sleep. I promise we can play tomorrow, okay baby?”

Part Two: Lost and Found

Sam was rummaging in her locker trying to find that notebook were she had notes for the school paper. She had all her ideas there; ‘What’s up with Nicole Julian’s so called redemption?’ and that stupid column about the deceased May Tuna. Sam had heard from Kennedy High’s own gossip queen Mary Cherry that May’s sister, April Tuna, had paid the principal to get that column in to the paper.

“I don’t believe this! People on this school don’t have the slightest clue about recycling garbage!” The girl standing next to Sam exclaimed.

“I though you have given up on that Lily”

“Sam, environmental issues are not something you give up just like that.” Lily said in a serious tone shaking her head. Sam raised a brow. “Okay,” the Latina continued, “I might not be as… pushy, as I used to be. But that does not mean that I have given up!”

“Okay Lily, I believe you.” The brunette smiled. Knowing the assertively of Lily in these things, better not argue with her.

“Damn! I can’t find my notebook.”

“You mean that little red one you always carry around?”

“Yeah. Have you seen it?”

“You left in on the desk last period. I saw it but I though you were going back to get it.”

Sam slammed the door of her locker and walked rapidly towards the classroom with out saying anything. Lily figured Sam was going after her notebook and followed the brunette.

“It’s not here!”

“Are you sure Sam? Have you checked under the seats?”

“Yes I have. God, I don’t believe this! This is not good.” Sam said holding her head with her hands.

“It’s just a note book Sam.”

“No Lily, It’s not ‘Just a notebook’!” Sam said on the edge of breakdown. “I have a lot of confidential info from my… sources. And if that information gets in the wrong hands. I’m fried! Dead!”

“You have sources?” Lily asked puzzled.

“Because of 'journalist ethics', I can’t tell you her name, but it rhymes with hairy berry. And you know that this hairy berry can say anything about anybody if you just press the right buttons.”

“So what kind of information did you have in there?”

“I have been doing this thing about Nicole. Cause I think it’s extraordinary, not to mention just really weird, how much she has changed since she hit me with the car. I think she went a little mental.”

“You were gonna print that in the school paper?” Lily asked doubtfully.

“No, it was just something I did for the challenge of it. And now my notebook is probably SO in the wrong hands” Sam said throwing her hands in the air.

Meanwhile, Brooke was standing on the school parking lot, leaning against Sam’s car taping her foot and starting to get a little bit too impatient.

“What’s up hun?” She heard a voice say from behind.

“Hi Nic.” Brooked offered a half-hearted smile.

“What are you...?” Nicole stopped mid sentence when she realized Brooke was standing next to Sam’s car. “Do you want me to give you a ride home Brookie? Don’t want you risking your life in that Spam mobile.”

“Nic.” Brooke pleaded.

“I know hun.” The blonde sighed. “I am really trying my best to be all cordial with Miss McPherson you know.”

“You don’t have to pretend Nic. I think Sam will do just fine without your sympathy. She has the last three years.” Brooke said dryly.

Nicole tried her best to hide the stabbing feeling of Brooke’s words. Things between Brooke and Nicole had been not so very good for quite a while. Especially after the accident. And it was because of the accident that Nicole had changed her way of thinking, her way of acting. Heck, if she hadn’t done that she’d be in juvie by now. However, no one seemed to believe she had changed. No one was able to see the ‘New Nicole’. The only thing her so-called friends could see was the old, cold-hearted, psycho bitch they had learned not to mess with.

“Okay Brooke. I’ll see you tomorrow at practice.” Nicole offered her a smile and turned to walk away.

Brooke stood stunned as the other blonde walked away. Nicole didn’t give her a hard verbal punch right in the face, as she usually would do. Not even a snotty comment. Brooke couldn’t even begin to understand what the heck had happened to Nicole. She could understand Nicole’s regrets regarding the accident. Nevertheless, things were just too wired, even for Nicole.

Suddenly, Brooke was caught off guard as she felt a warm breath against her neck. “Hey princess.”

“Jesus! Sam!” Brooke squirmed as she turned around feeling her heart race at 100 km/h. “Are you trying to scare me to death?”

“I was only saying hi. What’s got you so scared?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just tired. I’ve been waiting for you here almost twenty minutes!”

“I’m sorry Honey. Lily wanted to… ehm… talk to me, about something.” Sam answered nervously. She didn’t want Brooke to find out about the Nicole report. Brooke would make her stop writing it. And mabye even giving her a hard time about it.

“Something wrong Sammy?”

“Nah. Everything’s okay.” She wrapped her arms around the blonde’s slim body and pulled her in for a kiss. “Let’s go home instead. You promised we’re gonna play today.” She whispered in a husky tone.

Part Three: The reproduction of death

“Listen up my soon to be college drop-outs!” Ms Roberta Glass stood in front of her desk trying to gather her lively bunch of students.

“It accures to me that this class is looking more like a gays rights movement parade rather than an actual biology class.” Ms Glass looked over at Sam and Brooke, later at Lilly who rolled her eyes. Just when Lilly was about to open her mouth to comment on that, Ms Glass spoke up again.

“Hear me out before you start nagging Esposito.” The bio teacher turned around putting a bunch of papers on the desk.

“The painfully annoying miss Esposito submitted me a written proposition regarding “more influence” in this class’s curriculum”, Miss Glass gestured quotation marks with her fingers, “as well a suggestion to bring up the subject of in vitro fertilization. At first, I dismissed it as I do all of Esposito’s suggestions. However, I am honestly sick and tired of trying to come up with, and I quote miss irksome; ‘interesting, fruitful and instructive’ subjects that would capture your attention, since more than half of you are going to flunk this class anyway. So, today we are talking about in vitro fertilization.”

Lily stared at her teacher with her mouth opened. This was probably the only time Bobbi Glass had agreed on something she had suggested without the ulterior motive to make a complete fool of her in front of the entire class. On the other hand, was she?

“Before we see the movie provided by the lovely people from the state board of education, I am going to run down some simple facts so you know what the heck we’re talking about. I think the Mc-Blissfuls should pay extra attention.” Ms Glass handed out a sheet to each student with texts and illustrations. Brooke raised a brow at the paper and looked worried at Sam who just shrugged and kept on reading the paper.

“In Vitro Fertilization is a technique involving the fertilization of eggs by sperm in a test tube outside the body. This is probably the only way to continue the reproduction of your race, Miss Julian.” Nicole gave Ms Glass an icy look as her classmates burst in to a giggle in unison.

“It was developed as a treatment for women who have blocked or badly damaged Fallopian tubes which prevents the egg and sperm from meeting. However, it is more and more often used by gay rights activists to prove that same sex couples certainly can breed as well. Mr. John, can you turn out the lights please.”

Ms Glass rolled the movie, grabbed a bag of popcorns and sat her self to read ‘malicious today magazine’ without paying any attention to either the movie or her students.

For every minute the movie continued, Brooke got a deeper frown between her eyes. Her mouth was half opened and her eyes got wider and wider until finally, she practically clanged on to Sam who wasn’t even looking at the movie. She was too busy trying to figure out where her notebook could be.

“What’s wrong Brooke?” She whispered.

“I-I don’t…. So much ovary and sperm and… I don’t know.” Brooke answered without taking her eyes of the screen.

Sam smiled. She would expect Carmen to react like this about this kind of movies, but not Brooke. And speaking of Carmen, Sam turned her head to see how Carmen was doing and saw a similar frown on her face. “You’re not the only one with the frown honey.”

“What?” Brooke looked at Sam for the first time during the movie.

“Look around.”

Brooke looked around in the classroom. She saw Carmen’s almost disgusted expression on her face and Josh sitting next to her looked more clueless than anything else. Sitting behind them, Lily looked almost too interested and Emory Dick looked as clueless as Josh. Brooke turned her head to look at the seat behind them and she saw Nicole polishing her nails and looking very unmoved. Next to her, Harrison had the same expression as most of the students of male gender in that classroom: confused. 

“Harrison looks a bit worried, don’t you think?” Brooke laughed.

“I think it comes as a bit of a shock to him that two girls can have a baby without any of them having to sleep with a boy.”

“Can the love birds please keep quiet?” Bobbi Glass shouted from behind her magazine.

Sam and Brooke had to hold a hand over their mouths to keep the laughter to burst out. Sam and Brooke’s newfound love was still a very sensitive subject for Harrison and the two used to make fun of that all the time.

As the movie ended, Ms Glass put unwillingly away her magazine and turned on the lights. The students squinted at the sudden strong light.

“Bottom Line kids! With the fees of the many specialists involved in this process, it will cost many thousands of Dollars with no guarantee of success. I think adoption is a better option. And if you two Mc-Irritating lovebirds are denied adoption, you can always ask Esposito to fight for your right to do so. Any questions?”

Mary Cherry flung her arm in the air immediately, nodding enthusiastically.

Bobbi Glass sighed. She was hoping to get rid of the kids as soon as possible to continue reading the article in malicious today magazine. ”What is it Cherry?”

”Ah have a question, miss Glass, sir.”

”Yes?”

”Ah was wonderin’; is it possible ta reproduct without havin’ ta go through the customary constituents of repruduction, without in vitro fertilization bein’ in the picture?”

“You mean virgin birth? No that is not possible as far as we know. Any other... Yes Cherry?” Ms Glass was getting impatient as Mary Cherry threw her arm in the air again.

“Mah cousin Mary-Lou ones had an experience with virgin birth. Only, the strangest thing happened after nine moths. Her stomach just sunk in and the baby had disappeared! We figured the devil took it!” Mary Cherry looked around the classroom with her eyes wide and her arms stretched out to her sides, while her classmates looked at her with their brows raised.

“I think what your cousin Mary-Lou experienced is a feign pregnancy, whitch means that one thinks she is pregnant as the body starts to show sign of pregnancy, though she is actually not. This is sometimes caused by mental illness or other psyshic stress. I do not think the devil took her child, Cherry. Or did you, miss Julian?”

Nicole offered her teacher a sarcastic smile and continued polishing her nails while Mary Cherry looked puzzled at Nicole, with her head crooked to the side.

“Did ya steal mah cousin Mary-Lou’s baby, Nic?”

“I know using your brain is not one of your best abilities Mary Cherry, but you can’t actually believe that I would steal your stupid cousin’s stupid non-existing baby?”

Mary Cherry nod rapidly and Nicole sighed. “I did not steal a baby Mary Cherry. It was just a mocking remark claw made referring to me being evil.”

“That is right Miss Julian. You are indeed the spawn of Satan, if not Satan herself.”

The bell rang and everybody got up to leave. Miss Glass did not even bother to give them any assignments. She was comfortable with just letting them all flunk her class.

“Is it just me or has Bobbi Glass just got more bitter and mean over the years?” Carmen asked Mary Cherry as they walked out.

Part Four: Talk about wanting

Sam and Brooke were sitting in Sam’s bed working on their history paper together and listening to music. Actually, Brooke was trying to work on her history paper while Sam was busy nibbling on the cheerleader’s earlobe. Brooke tried to push Sam away gently pointing at her book. However, Sam didn’t care for the blonde’s indications. She kissed her neck, moving down to her shoulders and finally her collarbone. Brooke smiled as she felt her whole body soften at the touch of her girlfriend. When she felt a strong tingle starting deep inside her stomach moving down to her crotch, she reckoned it was time to stop before she was all lost in Pleasureville.

“Sam”, she whined, “stop that! You know we have to get this done.” The cheerleader realized she didn’t sound so convincing since Sam continued kissing her, now slowly moving her hands over her tummy, giving her goose bumps in strange places.

Brooke put down the book and settled down resting on her elbows so she was lying face to face with the brunette.

“You know Sam, I’ve been thinking.”

“Did it hurt?” Sam smirked.

“Ha-Ha really funny Sam. But seriously; I’ve been thinking about that in vitro fertilization thing.”

“I thought it freaked you out.”

“Yeah it did, sort of. It reminded me of that time I thought I was pregnant by Josh. I was so scared and confused and just wanted it all to go away. And now, I would do anything to have your baby.”

“You want to have my baby?” Sam laughed not really believing what she just had heard.

Brooke frowned, confused. That last statement she had said without thinking. However, after further consideration, it made a whole lot of sense. Even if she knew that it was practically impossible for them two to breed, something inside her longed for it.

“Don’t you think we are a bit too young to be thinking about kids Brooke?”

Brooke shrugged. “The fact that we are to women does not really make the reproducing part of our relationship very simple.”

“Don’t ya mean reproduct?” Sam asked mimicking Mary Cherry.

“You know what I mean Sam. Don’t you want to have kids some day?”

“I don’t know Brooke…” Sam noticed that the blonde in front of her got a sad expression on her face. “I mean, sure I would. I just don’t see a reason to be thinking about that right know. Besides, I would rather see us making our dreams come true; become something; see the world and learn some languages… before we start thinking about the kid thing.”

“I guess you’re right.” The blonde sighed. “But I think biology is calling out my name.”

Sam gave her a questioning look. “I mean that I feel the urge to have a baby Sam. I would just love to have a little miniature version of you running around calling me mommy.” The blonde said dreamingly.

“Mac looks kinda like me when I was a baby…” Sam trailed off as she saw something interesting in the magazine lying on the bed.

Brooke sighed. Clearly, Sam couldn’t understand her and the sudden “touched-by-nature” feeling. On the other hand, maybe it wasn’t nature. Maybe she wanted to have kids with Sam because she loved her more than life it self. That got Brooke a bit confused. Her whole life she had figured she would meet Mr. Right, marry him, have kids and live happily ever after. However, when she realized Sam was her Mr. Right, everything was turned up side down. She sometimes comfort her self by thinking that they at least didn’t have to bother about eventually moving in together, since that bit had been taken care of even before they even got together romantically. This sometime was more a worry than a relief.

“Earth calling Brooke. Hello?” Brooke blinked and saw Sam looking at her with a stupid, yet so gorgeous grin on her face.

“Are you still here?” Sam teased.

“Shut up and kiss me you fool.” Brooke whispered in a 50’s drama queen style, gently pressing her body against the brunette’s.

Sam did not hesitate to obey her girlfriend, kissing her passionately, slowly moving so Brooke finally was lying on top of her. As their kisses got more fiery and their breaths got more rapid and their hands just all over each other, Brooke (all dizzy from desire) fumbled with Sam’s top for quite a while before Sam had to pull it of her self. Otherwise, the blonde had ripped the thing into small pieces.

Brooke stopped the kissing for a moment and looked at Sam’s upper body. Her eyes traced the scars over the brunette’s right chest, down to her ribs, ending at her tummy. She tried to figure out why Sam only had scars on the right side of her body, only to shake that though out of her head as it was killing the I-so-want-Sammy mood. The blonde placed feather light kisses following the line of scars up to Sam’s chest. She was surprised Sam didn’t whine and push her away. Usually, the brunette didn’t appreciate when Brooke paid extra attention to the scars on her body.

As Brooke was kissing her way further up Sam’s body in a voyage towards those pouty lips, she found her self face to face (well, kinda) with a small silver amulet with an even smaller light green stone in the middle. She stared at it for a moment before she looked up to meet Sam's questioning expression.

“What’s this Sammy?” She asked pointing at the amulet.

“Oh I forgot to tell you!” The brunette replied cheerfully and sat her self up. “I got it from Lilly and Carmen today. They had been out shopping yesterday and found it at some antique shop. They said they had to buy it cause it was calling out my name.”

“Aw, that so sweet.”

“Actually, Carmen claims she literally heard the amulet call my name. But Lily just shrugged it of as a case of bad food poisoning.”

Brooke smiled and brought Sam closer for a tender kiss, enjoying the feeling of the other girls’ warm and soft lips. When their kisses got even fierier than last time, it was Sam’s turn to brake the kissing, much to Brooke’s disappointment.

“Princess, I do wish I could have your baby. I mean; if it was possible.”

Brooke didn’t comment on that, just brought the other girls as close as possible and continued with the heated kisses, caressing every inch of Sam’s body with her hands. At that moment, she really wished she could make Sam’s wishes come true. A little miracle never the less.

Part Five: What goes in must come out

“Sam, are you okay in there?” Brooke leaned against the bathroom door and heard something that sounded very similar to someone throwing their guts up.

Sam had run upstairs just as she had finished her breakfast holding a hand over her mouth with eyes big as tennis balls. The same thing had happened at dinner the day before. Jane had sent Brooke after Sam to find out what the heck was wrong with the brunette.

“Sam?”

“Oh god…” Sam muttered from inside before she threw up again.

“Come on honey, Let me in!” Brooke sighed when she got no response other than some not so pleasant sounds coming from Sam.

Just when she was about to kick the bathroom door in, she remembered that she had a little "key-thingy" to open the door from outside. Brooke rushed to her room, got the key, fumbled with it for a second and exclaimed an ‘A-ha!’ of victory as she opened the door with a great smile. Sam on the other hand did not greet her with a great smile. She was lying on the floor next to the toilet looking un-great. Brooke helped the girl on the floor to her feet and led her to her bed.

“Okay Sam, what’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean? So I didn’t just hear you throw up your insides. Are you okay or should we pay a visit to the doctor?”

Sam had to think about that question before she answered. Yesterday at dinner, she had all of the sudden felt as all the food she just had eaten was rushing up her throat. Later on the evening, she had felt okay without any signs of illness. She had figured it must have been something in the food her body didn’t like.

“I don’t know Brooke. I feel fine now.”

“Are you sure Sam? Cause you didn’t sound so fine.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “I’m fine Brooke, really. I’m just a bit stressed out. You know with mid terms like two weeks away and the school paper and… Shit!” Sam tossed her self out of bed heading for her desk where she rummaged around papers and books and old candy bar wrappers in search of the an article that had to be in that same day.

“What are you looking for?” Brooke asked, a bit scared of the sudden maniac reaction of the brunette.

“It’s a… A thing… I have to…” Sam muttered as she looked around the now even messier mess.

“Ah! Here it is. Thank god! I almost saw my life flash before my eyes.”

“Sam,” The blonde approached Sam taking her hand, “I think you’ve got to wind down a little. You’re gonna give your self a heart attack.”

“Stop playing doctor Brooke. I’m fine and I’m not winding down until after mid terms.”

***

“Ah honestly don’t know what ya talking about l’il Lily!

“Don’t you play dumb with me Mary Cherry. I…”

“Ahm not playing.” Mary Cherry interrupted the angry Latina holding a piece of paper in front of her face. “Ah am dumb. Momma Cherry even got me papers to prove it.”

“And all this time, we though you were pretending.” Nicole said sarcastically as she passed them by.

Mary Cherry gave Nicole her patented clueless expression with her head tilted to the side. “Ah though you knew I was dumb Nic.”

Nicole turned around and had to mentally slap her self for saying anything to Mary Cherry. That girl didn’t make it easy to be the “all new and improved Nicole Julian” as she would practically throw the opportunities to insult her right in the face of poor all new and improved Nicole.

“There are a lot of things that you are and are not Mary Cherry. And maybe you aren’t the cleverest little Cherry on the tree but you do have qualities that make you…” Nicole had to think about something nice yet not all too mushy to say. “Special.”

“Well thank ya Nic!” Mary Cherry exclaimed gleefully.

Nicole gave the southern girl a smile and turned to walk away. She had things she wanted to talk to Mary Cherry about, but not with Lily present. The blonde made a note to self to grab Mary Cherry next time she saw her alone.

“Hello! Mary Cherry? Are you in there?” Lily was enormously annoyed by the resent interruption in her interrogation of the ludicrous blonde in front of her.

“Well why are still standing there hun?”

“I was accusing you off sending me that gift basket Mary Cherry!”

“Ah told you l'il Lily; ah have absolutely nothin’ ta do with it.”

“I’m not stupid. Who else would send me a basket of meat delicacy and sign the card ’So ya’ll don’t starve’ huh?”

“Hey guys what’s up?” Sam entered the scene.

“I’m trying to make Mary Cherry to fess up!”

“Mary Cherry, can I talk to you for a second?” Sam chose to ignore the present conversation between the two girls since she had more important things to take care of.

As the girls entered a conveniently empty Novak, Sam checked the stalls just in case some one was sneaking around eavesdropping on important conversations.

“Have you seen anybody with that little red note book of mine?”

“Ah do not believe so Sammy. Have ya lost it?”

“I think so… It’s been gone for like a month now and it’s freaking me out.”

“Don’t ya worry Sammy. As ya legitimate and officious source ah promise ta keep my eyes open for any beast of prey carrying around ya holy book of journalism.”

“That’s… great Mary Cherry. Just…” Sam trailed off and imagined Mary Cherry running around school with a dagger chasing people with red notebooks. And judging by Mary Cherry’s past follies, that was a possible scenario.

“Just don’t kill anybody okay?”

“Ya silly girl! Why would ah do anything like that?” Mary Cherry laughed gently elbowing Sam in the stomach.

Sam chose not to answer that since Brooke had told her that on career week, the computers had chosen serial killer as the career best suited for Mary Cherry. Instead, she gave the blonde an encouraging smile and left the Novak.

Part Six: Bran Flakes!

"Are you feeling better now Sammy?"

"As good as can be." Sam flashed her girlfriend her best smile only to get Brooke off her back. The blonde had been nagging about the throwing up all day asking if she was okay every five minutes.

It was lunchtime and the girls and Lily were "enjoying" their school lunch and making small talk. Actually, Lily was doing all of the talking and the other two nodded and hummed in the right places. Lily was furious over the gift basket she was sure Mary Cherry had sent to her. Not only was she offended by the fact that she was sent part of dead animals to her house, the person who send it was clearly claiming that she was too skinny.

"I am not too skinny! Aren't I?"

"Uh. No! Of course not." The two other girls answered simultaneously.

After a while, Carmen joined their table complaining about some sophomore girls not liking her new routines.

"Isn't PMS just a bitch?" Carmen complained. "I've got such a craving for bran flakes and I don't even know why. I just want to stuff my self with a whole box of dry cereal."

"That is SO disgusting Carmen." Sam said making a face and feeling something very strange going on in her stomach.

"Sam, I though you liked dry cereals. You always stuff yourself with rice krispies in the mornings and."

Sam storming off with her hands covering her mouth interrupted Brooke mid sentence. She made a straight line towards the toilets knocking over several sophomore kids. The girls around the table sat silent for a while exchanging concerned looks.

"What's up with Sam?"

"I don't know." Brooke sighed. "She's been like this since yesterday. All of the sudden she runs up to throw up. Oh God! You don't think she has some strange eating disorder, do you?"

"Aren't eating disorders usually a little more discrete than storming off from a crowded cafeteria holding your hands over your mouth?" Carmen asked looking at the direction Sam had gone.

"Maybe she's got the stomach flue." Lily offered.

"Shouldn't she be all fevery and sweaty and weak in that case?"

"Maybe she's allergic to something in the food?" Lily suggested poking at Sam's food.

"Here she comes!" Brooke spoke up for the first during Lily and Carmen's game of "what makes Sammy vomit."

Sam slowly walked towards her table holding one hand over her stomach and the other over her forehead. She had just experience the feeling of throwing up more amounts of fluid than she had consumed that day. She had never in her life felt like this. It didn't resemble either stomach flue nor food poisoning or any other inconvenience her stomach had experienced. However, the last thing she wanted was to see a doctor. After all the time in hospital and the regular examinations after the accident, she would rather agree to another make over done by Mary Cherry. Despite the fact that Mary Cherry's last make over had ended up with her almost burning Sam's hair off.

"You okay?" Brooke asked worriedly as the brunette approached the table.

"I'm fine. Just some post-disgorge dizziness, that's all."

Sam slowly sat down in front of Brooke as three sets of eyes followed her every move.

"You aren't all fevery, are you?" Carmen asked her.

"Not that I know of."

"Is there something in the food that made you sick? Like that thing that is supposed to be a sausage? Lily asked poking around Sam's plate again.

"No!" Sam slapped Lily's hand away. "I think it's ulcer."

"That's one violent ulcer you've got!" Carmen chuckled.

"You can always try to sue the school for food poisoning." Emory Dick all of the sudden appeared from behind Lily.

Lily turned around and hit him over the head with a straw. "Haven't your parents taught you that it is rude to listen to other peoples conversations?"

"I do believe they have. However, that does not keep me from doing it now." Emory said in his usual haughty kind of way.

Carmen glared at him. "Emory, make like an egg and scramble."

"Point taken." He disappeared only to reappear one second later. "Think about it Sam."

"Yeah, I will, Emory." Sam said kindly only to prevent Carmen from hitting him with the apple she held in her hand.

"I have so not forgiven him over that distended anus thing."

"Carm, that happened like two years ago."

"But do you know that people still comment on it?"

The other three girls burst in to laughter but Carmen just shrugged, not able to see the funny side of the whole thing. That distended anus thing made her the victim of many crude jokes.

"Are you sure you are okay now Sammy?" Brooke took Sam's hand in hers.

"Yes! Jesus, Brooke. Obsessive much? You have to stop asking if I am okay every five minutes! I might have to slap you if you ask again."

"But I'm worried Sam. What if there's something wrong with you? Maybe something to do with the accident?"

"Don't worry Brooke." Sam tried to give the blonde her best reassuring smile. "Apart from the scars and sporadic stiffness in my right leg, I'm fine. Just don't talk about cereals. Or wheat, rye, barley and oats."

The girls looked at each other, then at Sam, then back at each other. Brooke hoped Sam was only joking or had some damn good explanation. Otherwise, she would have to take Sam to the hospital to get her head checked for any side effects from that head trauma.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It was Carmen's cereal talk that got me all sick."

"You got sick cause I am PMSing?"

"No, I got sick cause you were talking about cereals." Sam felt her stomach starting to turn again and wasn't very keen on running to the toilets again. "Let's change the subject, please."

"Nah, wait. First you've got to explain the cereal thing." Lily was really interested in what Sam had to say. Little did she know, Sam was getting a free ticket to puke-land again.

"If I tell you I might have to..."

"Kill you?" Carmen asked amused.

"No, throw up."

"Sam, come on!" Brooke whined pulling at Sam's arm.

"You guys, not changing the subject here." Sam said making a face. The other girls gave her a dirty look and Sam realized they were not letting her of the hook. "Okay, every time I think about or eat cereals I get this really odd feeling in my stomach, and then my insides start racing up my throat."

Carmen and Lily made disgusted faces as if Sam had told them she dirt. Brooke looked at Sam as if she had told her she was giving up journalism for cheerleading. I.e. Brooke was bewildered.

"Changing the subject now," Sam broke the silence, "how's mid terms going?"

Carmen was the first one to react. "Oh! I'm. Not so good."

Lily was second. "It would be going better if Ms Glass had given us a better study plan other than "Study your notes." Is it legal to that cruel towards your students?"

"It must me in this state." Carmen muttered standing up. "I'll se you guys later."

"See you Carm." Sam said gathering her things to leave. "I have to take care of some things before next period."

"You promise to get that ulcer checked?" Lily asked.

Sam rolled her eyes. She really appreciated her friends concerns. However, this time it was more an aggravation than appreciated.

"I promise." Such a lie, Sam thought. She bent down to kiss Brooke (who had been awfully quite during lunch period) on the top of her head. "I'll see you later princess."

"See ya Sam."

Lily took a minute to contemplate Brooke. The blonde looked perplexed and bothered and just really not like the blazing, bubbly teen she should look like. Lily reckoned it was time for some damage control.

"Brooke? What's wrong?"

Brooke sighed and clutched her head in her hands, resting her elbows on the table. "She so damn stubborn! I know she won't go to the doctor until that damn ulcer knocks her out. What if it isn't ulcer? What if she's walking around with some strange, deadly disease?"

"Brooke, breath. Relax. I'm sure Sam will be okay. I'll talk to her. And if she doesn't listen to me; we can get Carmen to help us lure her to the health center."

Brooke smiled. She didn't like the idea of having to force Sam to see a doctor bearing in mind everything the brunette had gone through the last six moths. However, she would die from anxiety if Sam continued like that.

"I think we need to start working on a plan right away."

Part Seven: Fool if you think it’s over.

Brooke was waiting impatiently in the kitchen of the palace, casually stuffing her self with grapes while reading a magazine. Lily and Carmen where coming over to lure Sam over to the health center for a routine check. Sam on the other hand thought they were going to sing up as blood donors. Lily had managed to convince her with some bogus lie she never though Sam would buy.

Brooke felt a little bad and a little afraid. Bad because she felt it was somewhat wrong to have to force Sam in to something she obviously didn’t want, and afraid cause Sam had been PMSing big time the past few days and she was to afraid of Sam’s eventually violent reaction.

“Hey Brooke.” Lily and Carmen entered the palace kitchen.

“Hi guys.” Brooke looked up from the magazine trying to smile but the smile faded in to a frown.

“Something wrong?” Lily asked sitting her self down in front of the Blonde.

“I don’t know. It’s just that I don’t know if I should be lying to Sam. After everything all the lying and deceiving each other …” Brooke put her head on the table and started to cry.

Carmen and Lily exchanged worried looks for a while not knowing what to do with the crying cheerleader who was now gently bumping her head on the table.

“Uhm… Brooke?” Carmen carefully stroke Brooke’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry guys. I need a lady time.” Brooke said into the table.

Both brunettes mouthed ‘oh’ and Lily took out a lady time from her bag.

“I keep them in my bag. You never know when they come in handy.” Lily smiled.

After wiping her tears away and smiling awkwardly at the awkwardly smiling brunettes, Brooke started pacing around the kitchen.

“Don’t you think we should just tell Sam what’s going on? You know, we’ve got a strict honesty policy in this family… and I think Sam might kill me. She’s really into this honesty thing.”

“Brooke. Do you know what Sam told me when I tried to talk to her yesterday?” Brooke shook her head. “She told me to back off and go and save a monkey instead.” Both Carmen and Brooke burst in to laughter.

“I would’ve kicked her ass if I didn’t know she was PMSing.” The little brunette continued. “That’s why we have to do this. It feels kinda stupid but Sam can be so damn stubborn when she wants to.” The other two girls nod in agreement. “It’s been two weeks now and am I the only one that have noticed how much weight she’s lost?”

“Okay! Let’s roll!” Sam shouted coming down the stairs.

Brooke sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Hey Lily, I’m so glad we’re doing this. It feels good, you know; giving something back to the gentle people who saved my life.” Lily couldn’t discern if it was genuine joy or sarcasm in Sam’s voice.

“Yeah, isn’t that great.” Lily stated flatly. The whole plan was feeling more and more stupid for every minute.

***

Four girls were sitting quietly reading magazines in the waiting room of the local health center. Brooke was anxiously flipping trough the pages without giving them much attention. She was occupied trying to come up with something to say to Sam. Sitting beside her, was Sam in the middle of a mental argument with the article she was reading. She wished someone could smack the journalist who wrote it. She wished she could smack him. Hard. Maybe even kill him. When those thoughts had reached her head, she decided to flip the page before something bad happened.

"Samantha McPherson?” An old man in a white robe called out, looking at some papers in his hands.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me.” Sam said, slowly standing up looking confused.

“Come this way miss.” The doctor indicated the direction of his office with his arm.

Sam turned around to be met by three nervous smiles. “Aren’t you guys coming or what?”

“I’ll go with you Sam.” Brooke stood up.

“I thought they were going to call us in together.”

“Well… Uhm… honey, were sort of lied about the blood donor thing.” Brooke said in a low voice keeping a safe distance from the brunette.

“What?”

“I booked you an appointment with the doctor to get that ulcer checked.”

“Nuh-uh!” Sam exclaimed pouting and crossing her arms around her chest.

Brooke sighed. The doctor was observing them with his brow raised. The blonde gave him a sheepish smile and grabbed a hold on Sam’s arm.

“Come on, this way.” Brooke said between clenched teeth showing the brunette behind the doctor.

***

Sam sat on a chair while the doctor was taking a blood sample. Sam had no idea what it was for and she didn’t even bother to ask. She just wanted to get it over with.

“When did you have your last period?”

“I’m… Well it’s supposed to come any day now.” Sam answered confused.

The doctor hummed and nod sitting him self at his desk tapping on his computer before he looked up at Sam making her nervous with those absent stares.

“I am going to prescribe Nexium for you. It will gradually ease the retching. You take one pill each day for fourteen days and if the symptoms remain after 14 days, you give me a call. And don’t forget to call in a few days to get the results from the pregnancy test.”

“Pardon?” Sam asked in a pitch much higher than her usual voice while taking the pills from the doctor.

“I said that you have to…”

“Yeah… I-I heard what you said.” Sam interrupted the doctor.

“It’s just that I have never… I mean I-I don’t do… I mean I don’t think I-I-I…”

“Something wrong?”

Sam stopped stuttering and stared at the doctor for a moment. She was so close to getting out of there and for some reason she just couldn’t tell the doctor why there were no chance in hell she could be pregnant. Though it pissed her off that he just had assumed that was the cause of the illness. To prevent any inconvenience with the doctor. She just smiled, nod and left his office. She figured it would be better to just not bother about calling back.

When she came out Brooke, Lily and Carmen were sitting in the same chairs as before, looking more bored than they used to look in bio class.

“So?” Brooke asked anxiously.

“He gave me pills. I’ll be okay.” Sam replied in a surly tone of voice.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Carmen asked.

“You could have told me, I’m not a kid.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Yeah right Sam. I tried to talk to you yesterday and you told me to go and save a monkey instead.”

Sam made no comments. She just stood in the middle of the waiting room pouting with her arms crossed around her chest. She was pissed off at her two friends and her girlfriend. Even though she felt a little silly standing there like a kid who had been refused candy.

“Oh get over it McPherson!” Brooke suddenly stood up. “I’ll wait in the car. You can come out when you are done pouting.”

Carmen followed the blonde giving Sam guilty smile on her way out. Lily reckoned it was time for what she was best at; damage control.

“Sam?” The pouty brunette didn’t answer. She just pretended to be very interested in a poster hanging on the wall.

“Don’t give me the silent treatment. Come on. I’m sorry. It was really dumb but you brought it on your self. If you hadn’t said that monkey thing I might have let you in on our little secret.”

“Not making it better Lily!” Sam said still grouchy.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Lily grabbed Sam’s arm and started dragging her along towards the exit. “We can talk about this at home Miss pouty.”

Part Eight: Bah Humbug

This part is a little teaser of what is coming up in the sequel of this story.

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Nicole Julian was standing in front of one of the mirrors in the Novak touching up her make up. She had a gut feeling Mary Cherry would turn up any second. She had seen her in the halls and spotted a serious need of a touch-up.

And she was right. Just a few seconds after Nicole was done touching up, Mary Cherry burst in to the Novak, looking quite nervous when she spotted Nicole. The Texan walked to the mirror next to Nicole and started applying lip-gloss in an awkward silence, shooting sideway glances at the shorter blonde next to her.

“Okay Nic. Why ya looking at me like that?”

Nicole shrugged, looking innocent. “I don’t know what you are talking about Mary Cherry.”

Mary Cherry gave her a skeptical look before she continued with the lip-gloss, pouting for the mirror. After a few second, the blonde could not take more.

“You are drivin me crazy with those innocently observin, yet very frightenin looks ya givin me! Now tell me what’s on that unscrupulous little heart of yours.”

“I still don’t know what you are talking about Mary Cherry. Gee, I’ve must have bumped my head really bad, huh?” Nicole said sarcastically.

“Well ya have ta be careful where ya put your head.” Mary Cherry tried her best to lighten the mood but her smile faded and she started to slowly recoil as two icy blue eyes where locked with hers. “I thought ya were new and improved Nic.” Mary Cherry asked nervously.

“I am. That’s why there are no automobiles involved in this little face off.”

“Oh.” Mary Cherry gulped. “That’s great Nic. Don’t wanna make road killing a habit, do we?”

Nicole snorted. “How about backstabbing, Mary Cherry? Is that something we want to make into a habit?”

Mary Cherry shrugged gesticulating ‘I don’t know’ with her hands, trying her best to look as innocent as possible.

“Okay Mary Cherry, I’ll cut right to the chase.” Nicole held up a little red notebook, Sam’s little red notebook. “Recognize this?”

Mary Cherry stood frozen in place with her mouth opened. She was perplexed beyond. That notebook had been gone almost two months now and she had forgetten she had promised Sam help her get it back. On the other hand, Nicole didn’t look like the one she should be crossing. Mary Cherry considered the pros and cons of the two answerers she could give Nicole. She decided to stick with option number two; lying her ass off.

“Ah have never ever seen that pad before, Nic.”

“Are you sure, Mary Cherry?”

Mary Cherry nodded vigorously thinking she was now free of charges.

“Yeah hi, nice try hun. But you see, this is Sam McPherson’s notebook.” Nicole said mockingly.

“How do ya know it’s Sam’s notebook?”

“Please, stop acting as such a retard Mary Cherry. I know you’re smarter than that. It says right here; Sam McPherson. For a regular Nancy Drew-wannabe, you think she would be a little more careful where she puts her things.”

Mary Cherry looked around in the Novak. She couldn’t run because Nicole was blocking her path to the door, she didn’t know what to say because all her emergency lies were suddenly forgotten and running for a stall wouldn’t improve her situation.

“The question is, Mary Cherry, why are you doing this?”

“Doing what Nic?” Mary Cherry had decided to plead innocence since playing dumb to save her ass was one of her specialties.

Nicole sighed. “Why are you playing Sam’s little helper?”

“I’m only telling her things that are true…”

“Yeah, that were true two years ago Mary Cherry.” Nicole interrupted the Texan wrathfully making her flinch. “If you haven’t noticed it, I am trying to change here. You know: one good deed everyday.”

“Ah just wanted to be her friend. You know now that Sam and Brooke have made an unconventional commitment, ah thought it would be best to burry the hatchet.” Mary Cherry gesticulated a burry of a hatchet with her hands that almost made Nicole laugh.

“You know there are better ways to make friends.”

“There are?” Mary Cherry asked genuinely confused.

“Look, I know that in the old days when it was we (crème de la crème of Kennedy high), against them (the socially challenged outcasts), we ruled with cruelty; lying, cheating, backstabbing, ridiculing others and so forth. However, I think it is time for a serious attitude change, Mary Cherry. The dawn of a new era.” Nicole gesticulated at the sealing with her arm with dreamy eyes.

“You see,” Nicole continued, “I have lost my best friend because of my ruthless and somewhat crazed behavior.” Mary Cherry nod in agreement making Nicole arch an eyebrow.

“And now I am getting her back. Spam-free or not. It doesn’t matter. Brooke is the one that matters to me.”

Mary Cherry gave Nicole a smile full of empathy and put her hand on Nicole’s shoulder. “That was just beautiful Nic!” She said on the verge of tears.

“Yeah, okay Mary Cherry, stop the sobbing. You’re going to ruin my coat.”

“But ah am touched.” Mary Cherry wiped away her tears before her eyeliner was ruined. “Maybe now we can be like old times. Well, except for the barbarous behavior maybe.”

Nicole raised a brow at Mary Cherry’s choice of words but shrugged it off. Sometimes it was better to ignore the blonde’s follies.

“I am going to talk to Sam about this… thing. And you Mary Cherry, just keep your mouth shut. Please.”

Mary Cherry nodded enthusiastically clapping her hands together. This was the most exiting thing that had happened in months. It was almost feeling like those good old days.