An eighteen-year-old Sam awoke one night with her black hair plastered to her forehead, she had made a decision, she, Samantha Forester, was going home. Going home. Home was a place she hadn't been too for at least six years, a place called Riverbend Ranch in Nevada.

Sam knew something was wrong. She may not be an innocent looking cowgirl any more but she knew something was wrong. Sam also knew she would not be able to rest until she knew that Tempest was okay running with her father's herd. Tempest's father had been Sam's horse, Blackie. He had become the Phantom, as local people liked to call him when Blackie was set free during a terrible accident when Sam was riding him when she was younger, Blackie, years after the accident, still remembered and recognized Sam and his special name.

When Sam arrived home they were in for a huge surprise. Sam no longer wore cowboy boots and a cowboy hat; she had long since dyed her beautiful long auburn hair black because she could no longer stand the painful reminder that comes whenever she visits her Aunt Sue's grave that the two people that shared the same hair as her were dead. Sam had now transformed herself into the stereotypical punk rocker. She was the lead singer in a band called Death Before Dishonor, was a bartender when the band wasn't playing, Sam had a ton of piercings, tongue, lip, eyebrows, her ears were filled completely, and her belly button. She had three tattoos. One on her hip of a horse to remind her of her past, a black rose wrapped around a blood red heart on her back and a microphone on her calf. Sam was one of the top drag racers in San Francisco and that was how she won her most recent car. A dark blue Ferrari Enzo.

Sam decided, when she called the air line, that she wanted to surprise every one and not call ahead first. Everything was set. Her flight would leave in two days time, and she would ship her car out today, it would arrive the same day as her.

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On the plane Sam was sitting by a tan boy with short hair that was probably jelled up. He looked strangely familiar but she just couldn't place it, out of habit though Sam started to play with her tongue ring. "Hey, I'm Sam," Sam said as she flashed him the flirtiest grin she could muster.

"Quinn Ely," the man replied with a smile. Sam was speechless no wonder she thought she knew him!

When Sam regained her voice she yelled out very loudly and very high pitched. "Quinny Bear," Sam knew it was him but since it was taking him so long to answer maybe she made a mistake.

"Sammy Whammy?" Quinn answered probably surprised by Sam's new look. "Wow, you look . . . wow," Quinn said completely speechless. It's kind of cute, Sam thought.

"Thanks, so what have you been doing over the past six years?" Sam asked a little guilty, because the only people she kept up with in Nevada was Darrell. Sam and Darrell talked about everything together from boys and girls to who was fucked the most. Sam always won, but who's counting?

"Nothing really, I got a part time job and Phil's fill up, and I hoping to make it in to the music business, I'm hoping to be an agent." Quinn said really happy to see that at least someone was interested in what he wanted to do. "Actually that was why I was in San Francisco. I was seeing if I could do an internship with one of them," Quinn said, very in to the subject. You could see the twinkle in his when he talked about his future.

"Well, did you get one?" Sam asked, excited for him.

"Actually I did. The band is called Death Before Dishonor, I heard some of their songs and they're amazing," Quinn said very happy about his accomplishments. "What about you?"

"Well, as you know I changed my physical appearance, but I also joined a band and I bartend on the days the band doesn't play," Sam answered a little nervous because Quinn was the new intern for her agent.

"Cool, what band are you in, maybe I've heard of them?" Quinn asked raising his eyebrows.

"Well, I'm the lead singer in Death Before Dishonor," Sam answered quietly.

"Are you serious?" Quinn asked, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

"Yep, as a potato," Sam answered, in her most serious tone she could muster.

"Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you I'm the new intern, Quinn Ely," he said while smiling during the whole exchange.

"And I am the lead singer Sam Forester," Sam said also smiling.

" Ha-ha now that that's over with let's get buckled the planes going to land in 5" Sam said noticing the seat belt sign going on.

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"Wow." Quinn whistled under his breath. "Sam, this is your car?" Quinn asked, a lot of doubt in his voice.

"Of course it is silly, whose car did you think it was Michael Jackson's?" Sam said, laughing at Quinn's stunned expression.

"No, no, it's just . . . wow. It's awesome," Quinn answered, still shocked.

"Come on, get in," Sam said, while she hit the unlock button on her precious Enzo. They both started to walk to the passenger side first. Sam got there and held out the keys to Quinn, who wordlessly took them and, without asking questions, with the worry of not being able to drive it anymore, and got into the driver side of the car and started it. He could hear the soft purr of the engine as he started it.

"Just be careful with my baby," Sam said, not even worried about what was going to happen to her car. After all she had enough money to fix it from the mustang Sam sold last week.

"Since your letting me drive, you get to pick the music," Quinn said, smiling.

"Okay, how about one of the band's CD's, so you get a better feel of our music."

As they started to get closer to Riverbend Ranch Sam started to get nervous. What if they didn't want her there? What if they hated her for leaving and not returning any of their phone calls? What if they told her to go die in the bottom of a well?

"Who's that?" Sam asked, as she pointed to a 56' black Ford Mustang with a dent in the front on the right hand side. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! Stop the car," Sam recognized one of the guys standing there, in fact she kept a picture of him in her wallet. Quinn not knowing where the problem was, slammed his foot on the brakes so hard his head went flying in to the steering wheel, all that was to be heard was the sudden crunch that his nose made on impact.

"WHAT THE HELL QUINN?! THIS IS MY BRAND NEW CAR!" Sam yelled getting out of the car.

DPOV

Just our fucking luck, on the way back from the fucking bar my fucking car decides to fucking brake the fuck down. The most kick ass shit car drove by and oh my fucking god it was a fucking Enzo. The only person that I know that drives an Enzo is Sammy and she hasn't been home in six fucking years. And I mean Sammy is fucking hot, and I would totally fuck her as soon as her flight landed. The Enzo came to a stop and Sammy stepped out of the passenger side door while yelling her fucking head off. "WHAT THE HELL QUINN?! THIS IS MY BRAND NEW CAR!"

"Fuck Sammy where the hell is a fucking binder when I fucking need one!" I yelled while laughing.

"Oh my fucking god Darrell," Sam asked as she started running towards him.

"I kept that picture you sent me in my wallet all the time whenever I need a reminder of family I take out your fucking picture and look at it," Sam said even though it was muffled for the fact that her face was resting on his chest with his arms around her waist.

"Well, well, well, so Darrell finally has a girlfriend, and must I say she is fucking hot," Sam and Darrell broke apart as a boy about sixteen with vibrant red hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"Is that him?" Sam asked, Darrell with a questioning look in her eyes, thinking hopefully that it's her little brother Cody. Darrell nodded yes. Sam smiled happily and ran over to her little brother.

"I don't know who you are but I sure love this," Cody grinned down at her. "But I hope you don't mind lowering your head down so instead of kissing my cheek you could be kissing something else and maybe even sucking on it." Cody said as he started to suck on her neck. Darrell who was watching the whole exchange started to laugh his head off.

Disclamer-I do not own any of the characters Terry Fariley does i do on the other hand own Brandon and Josh. I give all the credit to Five Finger Death Punch for the song Death Before Dishoner. this story is co- writtten my my colose and personl friend and my beta Double I 4 My Guyz.