(A/N: Okay, this is the sequel to TCtFaaWLA: ALS, starring The Girl Dabbing Her Eyes. I know I promised you "Not-So-Typical Love Story" and "What a Girl Wants" and "That Different Girl", even though you don't know what those are yet. Also, if you read that and are expecting a similar story, I'm going to disappoint you. This is much more of a romantic drama, but a lot of jokes borrowed from "Married With Freaks" are slipping in anyway... Oh, and if you gouge your eyes out from bad writing, I am NOT responsible. Well, I kinda am... Anyway, future chappies should be better!)

Chapter One: They Meet in an Entirely Non-canon event

Samantha stood, looking at the farm she'd just bought in Forget-Me-Not Valley, wondering if she'd gotten lost.
Surely, this couldn't be the gigantic farm that Jack and Nami had run together a century ago, followed by Miro and Kate, Suki and Marc, and now Jack, who had died last week.
Coincidentally, that was the same date as the death of her parents last week, Won and Chelsea, but this was something Samantha chose not to dwell upon, as that was why she had gotten on the train here; so she could move on with her life. Anyway.
This farm was a mess, though. Lots of rocks, weeds, and branches. Reminded her of the stories Mom told her about the farm when she first came to Mineral Town. And there was a little old dude, calling himself Takurakura, or something like that, and loudly explaining all of the intricacies of running a farm, despite the fact that Samantha had never been more than three miles away from a farm in her entire life, so she probably knew a damned thing or two about how to run one.
But, thankfully, Takurakura seemed to consider his work done, for he finally gave her some turnip seeds and left. Samantha tilled the ground with her hoe, and planted the seeds, and watered them. Then, incredibly tired, she wandered over to the house and went to sleep.
And all that was three weeks ago. The farm had been doing well. She'd had three turnip harvests so far, and gotten herself a very nice chicken that she kept outside. So Samantha was fully ready to go to sleep right now, and her head was about to touch the pillow when she felt a pointy corner poke td/tdagainst her cheek. Confused, she reached over to the pillow and felt a card. Picking it up, she muttered out loud what was written on the card:
"(in lavish big print) Steiner! (in normal print) The Thief/Pimp/Chef/Rapist/Magician!" Samantha looked up at the ceiling, and then yelled to the world,
"WHO DOES THIS STEINER FREAK THINK HE IS?"
"Did somebody call my name?" Samantha looked very pale, then slowly turned around. Some... guy... was leaning against the wall by her door. Specifically, a guy with long silver hair and some... weird clothes. Yeah...
"Yes, that's me. I am... Steiner!" The audience gasped in shock. NOT!
"How did you get here? I don't see any broken windows!"
"You left the door unlocked."
"Crap."
"So, you know who I am. I've come to steal something..."
"But what is there to steal?" Samantha sounded nervous; she was backed up against the table with her diary on it, and Steiner was leaning against the chair closest to her now, hands clenched on the chair's back.
"Don't lie to me, Samantha." Now Samantha was almost sitting on the bed, holding a pillow to her chest.
"How the hell do you know my name?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised..." Steiner was leaning over Samantha, who was spread out along the sheets.
"Damnit, if you're going to do what I think you're planning on doing, I am going to murder you some- mmph!" The "mmph!" was the result of Samantha feeling Steiner's lips on her's.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT FOR? You're supposed to keep that for chapter 4 at least!"
"Oh, bad bad girly! You're supposed to keep that 4th wall nice and intact! I don't want it broken! Besides, I can tell I stole your first kiss. Adieu!" And with that, Steiner blew her a kiss and snapped his fingers... and nothing happened...
"DAMN!" He scurried out the front door.
"Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll wake up and this'll be a dream..." Samantha shrugged and promptly fell asleep.