Piper was going over P3's bills over and over again. She sighed and leaned over the bar thinking what to do.

"Still not enough?" said Chris refilling the straw boxes. "Maybe we can get a local band to play"

"Yes, I thought of that, but everybody's booked so close to New Year's" she gave an exasperated grunt. "Plus, we gotta have something good or the club'll be empty and we need to have a good night to bounce right back from last week's fiasco"

"Come on, mom. Just because another club opened down the street doesn't mean we're closing"

"Well, they had a hell of a first week…so good one of my waitresses switched for a better salary. I'm all: Good luck and kisses; when she stabbed me in the back´ she gave another grunt still and bumped her head on the bar.

"Hello?" was heard from the top of the stairs at the entrance of the club. Chris went to get it. It was a chubby girl with flaming red hair. She was holding a hippie-like bag and some paper sheet half fold in one hand. "I'm looking for Piper…Holly…well?"

"Halliwell" corrected Chris. 'I'm Chris Halliwell. How can I help you?"

"The ad on the paper" she tried shuffling the pages and ended up dropping them all over the steps; Chris and her bumped heads while picking them up. Chris picked them up while she stared at him pushing her glasses back up to her nose. "Thanks" she smiled.

"Come right in" he took her inside. "Mom. She's here for the ad" the girl's head turned here and there, she was smiling at the place.

"Hi, there" said Piper waking her from her apparent daydreaming.

"Oh, gosh. Hi, my name's Samantha and I saw your ad"

"Yeah, umh…have you got any experience?"

"Haven't got any papers, but…I have worked as a waitress and catering events, plus…I'm a total pro in whatever task you give me. I'm very dedicated and I will rent a place nearby just so I won't be late!" she said agitated. She seemed excited.

"No need to do that" smiled Piper. "You're hired. Can you start today? Like now, we need to get the club ready for tonight"

"Sure" she said. She put her bag in the back of the bar and started working on cleaning the tables. She worked fast and Piper was quite pleased. Everything went smooth that night. At closing time, Sam went to Piper and asked her. "Do you know any motels nearby? Just for tonight. I'll start searching for a place in the morning"

"You don't have a place to stay?" said Piper shocked.

"Please don't fire me. I'll work even better"

"No, don't worry about that…" she thought for a moment. She knew they had a spare room but it had been a while since it had been used as a bedroom and was now jammed packed with boxes. "Chris, please get Wyatt and take the boxes out of the small storage room"

"Sure. Where to?"

"In the hall for now…listen, we've got a small storage room you could use for now at least till you get a place"

"Really?"

"Sure. You should have told me something. It's not very clean and you'll sleep in a cot with a bunch of boxes"

"No problem. Thank you"

"You're welcome. Go help the boys down there to the right" Sam smiled as she walked to the back.

"Chris? Your mom told me to come and help"

"Actually, I'm just looking for the cot now…should be here" he said moving the boxes one on top of the other but not taking any out.

"You know it wouldn't kill you to…Hi" said Wyatt coming back into the room." I don't believe we met"

"That's because we haven't" she laughed. She outstretched her hand to him. "I'm Samantha. New waitress"

"Good"

"What's good…my name or the fact that I'm a waitress?" she smiled pulling her hand slowly away from his grip. He laughed nervously.

"Found it!" said Chris coughing dust.

"I'll get that" said Sam. "I'll dust this off and you two continue with the boxes. Wouldn't want an earthquake to bury me here" They all chuckled. Wyatt a little too much, so Chris slapped his chest to make him notice and loaded some boxes on his arms to make him leave before taking some himself. Sam sigh as Chris left the room.

"Could you be more obvious?" said Chris sitting on Wyatt's bed once they got back home.

"About what?" he smiled.

"Come on. Are you really gonna make me say it?" he teased.

"OK. I really liked her"

"Liked? You were drooling all over the boxes" continued Chris.

"I don't have time for that with the whole destiny and responsibilities issue going on in my life. I can hardly go to the club"

"Come on Wyatt. Give yourself a break…ask her out for a coffee or something"

"I don't know" both of them went to bed but Wyatt couldn't sleep. He kept thinking of the girl he met tonight and he couldn't help considering Chris' proposal. He lied awake staring at the ceiling.

Sam took her medications and got into bed thanking everyone for being so kind.

As months went by, things remained normally abnormal. Sam was a very efficient waitress, soon another girl quit but Sam had everyone in such good moods about their job that it hadn't been necessary to hire anyone else. Chris and Wyatt had swung by as much as they could. They constantly had to vanquish a random demon attack somewhere in the city, but every chance he got Chris invited his girlfriend and bumped his brother into Sam pushing him into asking her out some time. He still refused flatly. P3 was coming afloat using local bands recommended from around but if it wanted any chance to come on top again as the best club in town it had to come up with something big and fast.

Sam was piling up glasses around noon, when Piper arrived flustered.

"Hi? What's wrong?"

"The stupid band cancelled and now I have no idea who's playing tonight. I mean it's Friday. I've got to have a band or I'm screwed!" she said banging her purse on the counter. "I know…I will call one of last week's bands and double the happy hour. How's that sound?" she asked in a would be a good idea to Sam.

"Let's call that Plan B. Let me make some calls" she said putting down the glasses. "Don't make any promises!" she added while dialing the phone. "Stuart? Hello! It's me. Tatum…yes. How've you been? Knee still hurt? Awesome. Listen. Sorry to call asking favors, but are you still in contact with the band?...no, the other one, yeah…yeah…it's just that I heard they were near San Francisco and I'm working in this club P3?...good, you've heard of it" she gave Piper the thumbs up. "Their band cancelled and we need someone good for tonight, it's like a…fund raising? No, they don't have to support any cause in particular just set the crowd on fire like they know how…yeah…oh, ok…call on my cell…today…at…" she mouthed what time, Piper fingered eight o'clock. "eight o'çlock. Done. OK. Stuart take care" she hung up. "Give me five minutes. He'll call back to me. You can keep panicking while he calls or" she said putting the mail slowly in front of her as if dealing with a wild animal. "You can go through these"

After the fifteen longest minutes in history, Piper had started cutting fruit and Sam was putting chairs down; when her cell went off. She put a chair on her toe as she was still wearing sandals and she started skipping around while answering her phone. "Yes, yes…hello? Stuart…You're the best. I love you. Bye." She was still trying to walk off the pain.

"What'd he say?"

"Posters arrive in an hour along with their sound crew. We got lucky they're free and flying to the city as we speak"

"Great" said Piper. "I don't even care who it is! We got a band…where's Kathy? I'll call the boys for help"

"We're here" said Wyatt coming down the stairs.

"Wow that was fast" laughed Sam.

"Were you guys talking about us?" asked Chris behind him

"Something like that" still hopped Sam.

"What's the matter with you?" said Wyatt walking to her. "Let me see"

"I just dropped a chair on my toe no biggie, just shaking it off" Wyatt helped her sit down and healed her broken nail without her noticing. "Wow, doesn't hurt anymore" he caressed her foot a bit more than needed.

"You're welcome" he said staring at her eyes. Chris coughed as he came with Piper. Sam put her sandal back on and Wyatt stepped back as Sam ran to Chris' side.

"I got a band for tonight, old friend, old favor, but you gotta help us set everything up because their crew arrives within the hour"

"Sounds good" said Wyatt catching up with everybody.

"Wyatt are you OK?" said Piper catching his eye.

"Yeah, so where do we start?" he said pounding his fist business-like on the counter.

At 7:30 the place was packed and the switch from a local band to Imagine Dragons had spread like fire so by 8 sharp it was at maximum capacity. There were people outside begging to get in, the band however was still not there.

"Where the hell are they?" Piper was outraged. People moods were beginning to rise. This could easily go all the way around. Piper was about to yell some more when…she heard one of the electric guitars playing on stage. This was it. A riot had surely begun, she took Wyatt with her to pull down from stage whoever it was…it was Sam.

"How about we start with some music? Our boys seem to be…" she rang on the cords. "Stuck in traffic" she laughed and started a song. She sang a couple of songs and the band got there about 15 more minutes late to the crowd's satisfaction. Sam had a hard time going back to work, but the night went all the way through. Some people got to get in when some others got out before the band got there, then when they heard the band was playing they couldn't get back in anymore.

The place was trashed but they had had the night they needed. Stuart, Sam's friend had gone the extra mile and called the press as well, this was definitely going to stir some echoes.

They all set on a cleaning frenzy and finished quite late. Piper and Leo sent the boys home but only Chris left, Wyatt insisted on staying and help. They finished the VIP room and fell asleep while Sam and Wyatt continued their cleaning.

"No wonder they wanted help?" said Wyatt.

"Oh come on. Let them rest, your mom was worried sick when the band almost didn't show!" she said bagging more cocktail glass from the floor.

"Yes, but you still managed to save the day"

"Yeah, you know me: Super Sam to the rescue!" she laughed. She cut herself with a glass. "Ouch, that'll leave a mark" she dropped the bag and went for a towel with ice.

"It's probably not that bad, let me see!" said Wyatt trying that she didn't see the damage so he could heal her without her noticing again. "Give me your hand" he pulled her hand towards him.

"Stop that!" she said angrily. She struggled and Wyatt pulled her hand again. She wouldn't budge so he pulled her whole body along. Once he had her this close, his restrain had no opinion over his next move. He grabbed her head with his other hand and kissed her. Sam struggled for a second and then succumbed. He stepped back without letting go off her hand and kissing the top of it healed her without another word. She touched her lips in disbelief. Wyatt breathed hard but wouldn't let go of her hand. She made no struggle whatsoever. They stared at each other for only God knows how long. Not one of them quite understood what had just happened, but it hadn't been just a kiss.

Before any of them started thinking clearly, they went to the cot where Sam slept and slept together for the first time. It felt so right to them, as it if had been waiting to happen since they had met. Sam was afraid. She grabbed onto him and felt safe, she hadn't had that in a long time and that scared her even further. Wyatt felt as if he had found a missing piece, something he didn't know he had been looking for, but he had been missing nonetheless. Barely, but still, by the cover of darkness Sam ran off. She couldn't imagine what Piper would say when she found out what she did. She was surely not good enough for him. How could she be enough for the son of a Charmed One.