Sam sighed as she looked out of the window. The white, fluffy clouds had faded into grey wisps in the darkening sky a long time ago. It signaled the fact that they would be landing in a few minutes. Melanie was leaning on her shoulder already fast asleep, looking dopey with her mouth slightly open. Sam would have pushed her off, still should really, but the person next to them looked too much like a creep. No matter how much she disliked her sister, there was no way that Puckett blood would be subject to that kind of humiliation.

So, even after years of not being on a plane, it was still exactly as she'd remembered it, majorly suckish.

The speaker came to life above them. "Hello, this is your pilot speaking. We are now making our initial decent. Thank you for riding with us today and enjoy the rest of your night." The pilot said through the static. It was enough to rouse Melanie from her sleep.

"Um? Are we there yet?" She asked.

"Nope. Almost though." Sam stated blankly.

"'K." She responded before dozing off again.

Sam sighed. What did she do to deserve this.

"You activated the twin pact." Melanie mumbled with a yawn.

"What?"

"That's what you did to deserve this. You activated the twin pact."

Sam rolled her eyes, she'd forgotten what it was like to have someone in your head, at least, the way Melanie always seemed to be. "Yeah. You told me." Just a few hours ago too.

Admittedly, she shouldn't have been shocked. It was the way of their family that all debts owed be collected. When Sam called, she just hoped that her sister wouldn't have any use of her.

"Remember the twin pact?" She'd asked, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"But, I can't just . . ."

"Twin pact."

She had sighed, thinking that it was such a deja vu scene, before relenting. "When do we leave?"

Melanie had been too happy, taking her sister into a lung crushing embrace. Sam just grimaced.

It confused her twin. "I remember you being more of a hugger." She'd said.

Sam just gave her a deadpanned look.

They'd left the very next night. Sam had asked Dice to take care of Cat and her Bike while she was gone so at least she wouldn't be too worried. And with that, she'd bid LA farewell for a bit before letting Melanie drag her through the extensive security checks at the airport.

Those weren't fun. She almost got arrested then and there ("Really, Sam, a butter knife?" "We'll, how else am I suppose to cut my butter?") but thanks to Melanie's innate ability to charm almost anyone, she was allowed on the plane.

Now, Sam kind of wished that she had been stuck in the Los Angeles Airport.

They'd snuck in past curfew, making sure that no one saw Sam. It wasn't very hard for the twins. They'd had much practice in a lifetime Melanie had near forgotten. Nonetheless, it did little to dull her skills. They'd gotten to her room in record time.

As soon as her twin opened the door, Melanie's room glared down at Sam like an angry unicorn, pinks and purples-and not the cool kind of purple either-all over, a handful of stuffed, giggly, toys, trace amounts of glitter, and way too tidy for her taste. It was like entering Cat's room before Sam had gotten a hold of it, with one distinct difference.

"You're still into those weird cartoons?" Sam asked as she glanced around the many posters that hung around her. Her eyes landed on one in particular of a white haired, well-toned guy with a face that was a bit too feminine for her taste.

"They aren't cartoons. They're anime." Melanie defended.

Sam decided to stop arguing and cut straight to the chase. "Sure, whatever. Why am I here?"

Melanie bit her lip, trying to minimize her grin a bit but her hands still twitched with excitement. "So you know about a convention called Fanime?"

"You mean that nerd gathering that happens, like, every year?" Melanie nodded. "What about it?"

"I wanna go."

"So . . . you want me to take your place, while you ditch school to play at the convention?"

Melanie scoffed. "Of course not. I told you it was exams week and you probably wouldn't do the school work anyway."

"Yep, probably but that still doesn't explain why you need me."

Melanie took a step closer to Sam and grabbed her twin's arms. "I need you to go to my volleyball practices after school and play the tournament at the end of the week."

Sam frowned. "What?"

"I need the time at the end of the day to finish my doujin so I can sell it at the convention."

"What's a doukin?"

"It's doujin, short of doujinshi. It's this thing that anime fans. . ."

"Never mind. Don't care." Sam interjected. "But, Mel, I haven't picked up a volleyball since 7th grade, now you want me to enter a tournament?"

Melanie leaned in closer so that she didn't need talk above a whisper. Although the veneer of cheerfulness was still very much intact, there was a slight crack in it's surface letting Sam see just how strong the killing intent ran through her sister. "You were the one that activated the twin pact, little sister. It's time to hold up your end of the deal."

Sam gulped nervously before backing away, her palms raised in surrender. "Alright, I get it. What do I need to do?"

Hello there Sam and Cat fans,

This is Gears again back with another fic, more if a pilot really. I kept it short, sweet and surprisingly not a Puckentine either, thought I really should have expected this. Melanie had always been one of the side character that's always intrigued me. There's so much implied depth in the twins relationship.

Anyways, feel free to tell me how much you liked or hated this fic. Seriously, drop a comment to help this writer improve. Fave and Follow if you think it's work it.

Signing off,

Gears N Wires