A/N: This is finished. I'm just posting it slowly, chapter by chapter. Also, don't ask about my other stories, check out the BIO for information about what's what.

M for a reason, people.

One: S.O.S.

It was her first rock concert where she didn't actually know who she was going to see, and the only reason she would go was because she had won the tickets. When Sam had entered the radio station's contest, she hadn't figured she would win. She had been sitting in her dorm with her study group, listening to the radio and when the DJ had asked a question, she had known the answer. Encouraged by her friends, she had called in and won tickets to a band she had never heard of.

"Is that what you're going to wear?"

Frowning, Sam looked down at herself and then turned to face the full length mirror on the back of the door. "Yes?" She cocked a black eyebrow as her roomie and best friend, Maria, eyed her. She and Maria were polar opposites. Maria was short, with very fake, very bright red hair and tan. She was outgoing, athletic, average grades and popular. Sam was ebony haired with dark blue eyes, tall and lean, and she was pale. Like, burnt to a crisp if exposed to the sun long, pale. She was less outgoing, and sports were gross. She was comfortable being a wall flower, and while generally well liked, she wasn't winning any popularity contests.

Groaning, Maria took in the floral dress Sam was wearing. Black knit fabric that clung to her lean curves, cinched at the waist, hung just above her knees with a square cut neck and upper arm ending sleeves. But it was covered in pink and white roses. She had paired the damn dress with a denim shrug jacket and tan Timberland work boots. "It is like you are perpetually stuck in the 90s." She said finally, shaking her head. She had gone for leggings, black heels and a silver jersey top that had been altered to hug her own curves and hips. Her hair was in a current style, smoky make-up… yeah, she needed to give her girl some tips, especially when Sam applied a tinted chap stick. "Can I do the rest of your make-up?"

"Uh… no. I don't think so."

"I'm surprised," Maria backed off the make-up thing, double checking her own appearance. "That you didn't invite Paul."

Samantha pulled a face, busy now at her jewelry box. Paul was her boyfriend. He was a year ahead of her, working on a business degree. Which, in her humble opinion, was boring. Boring actually kind of described him if she were honest, and the future he was also planning for them. He would have his business career. She would be, much to his chagrin, a social worker, and they would have a condo and 2.5 children. All as soon as she graduated. He figured he'd have that year to work and plan for a wedding, and then… then the rest would naturally fall into place. Sam wasn't entirely sure about all that.

She wasn't overly fond of the idea of being a social worker anymore either, but it was a bit late to be changing her majors. Especially since this one was bought and paid for by his wealthy family as an 'engagement' present. Even though he hadn't actually proposed and she had her own money from her own wealthy family.

"Nothing to say?"

"Not his kind of music."

"Probably not yours either." Maria smiled innocently, fluttering her eyelashes as Sam began putting in a pair of silver hoop earrings. "I think you're only going to avoid your weekly 'date' night."

Date night. They'd have dinner at his favorite restaurant and he would order the same thing he had ordered for the past three years. Then they'd walk along the beach before going back to his dorm room for sex. Missionary. With a condom, even though they were both clean and she was on the pill. He had never even gone downstairs on her! She had given him blow jobs, but there was no returning of the favor. Sex had to be more then just her sucking his dick and laying on her back for him. It was a shame because he really was a good looking guy, and sweet. He was just so… predictable, and boring, and routine stuck.

It hadn't even been that way during high school. She and Paul had grown up together, dated in high school up to now, and everything had just kind of gotten stuck. Way too comfortable, and she had no idea how to get it back to where it had been.

"Shut up."

Samantha actually applauded her decision later in the night when she and Maria were in the small club -Deadman Inc or some such non-sense, which only held a couple hundred people. There was a bar, the stage and a lot of floor, and it was HOT. She had her denim shrug now wrapped around her waist, snickering as Maria's make-up ran down her face. The actual band they were here to see hadn't come on yet, it was still some opening act and Sam already knew none of this was her kind of music.

She had disappeared into the line for the bathroom by the time the actual band did come on stage. Fozzy, what the hell kind of name was that? Wasn't Fozzy a Muppet? She idly listened, the song cementing that this was not her type of music, at all. By the time she came out, she was ready to find Maria and bail. Then… then she heard the opening chords to the next song and stopped. Really? ABBA?

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?I
wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good

The singer was actually doing well and she felt like he was singing to her personally. That was a good thing, it meant he was doing his job. Turning towards the stage, Sam took in the band, her deep blue eyes landing on the guy.

"Yeah, fucking gorge, isn't he?" Maria laughed, taking in the way Sam's mouth had dropped just a little. "If I wasn't with John…. mmmm… Oh, and you know, you have Paul."

"Not like we would ever have to make that call," No rock star was coming for them, well Maria maybe, not her. She began singing along.

"Show off," Maria muttered good-naturedly. Sam may not have any athletic ability or stunning looks, but the girl could sing. Her natural speaking voice was already melodic, her singing was beautiful. Not always appropriate for what she sang though. Country music didn't sound right coming from Sam, especially when she growled. "Come on." She grabbed Sam by the hand and pulled her to the front of the stage, squeezing and nudging her way through. She was tempted to reach out and touch the lead singer: Chris Irvine. She could too, he was that close.

Sam stopped singing when piercing blues narrowed in on her, half-hiding behind Maria Her eyes widened when he hopped down seemingly effortlessly from the stage.

"Oh you did it now." Maria breathed, watching as he circled them until he could see Sam, and he was still singing.

So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S.

Sam was going to have a heart attack, he was still singing, and grinning at her in a way she wasn't sure how to read.

"Sing the damn song, Sam!" Maria shrieked, jumping up in place as she watched, clapping her hands eagerly.

When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, though I try how can I, carry on?

He seemed satisfied and nodded, allowing himself to be pulled by an annoyed looking guard back on stage. Sam shut the Hell up, ignoring it as Maria began shaking her shoulders excitedly. "Chill out!"

Maria refused to be chill for the rest of the show. She kept her petite backside right there at the front of the stage. She would chide Sam for roaming around each time Sam came back to check in. The girl wasn't right in the head, at all.

Actually, Sam was a little flustered because every time she came back to stand by Maria, the singer would give her this sexy little smirk, like he knew something she didn't. So she would weave her way through the other people, eventually finding a merchandising table. FOZZY… definitely not the Muppet, she smiled slightly, fingering the various CDs. Finally, she bought the newest album, figuring she didn't care enough to listen to the entire discography, but this would definitely be a nice little souvenir.

"That was brilliant, thank you for bringing me as your date." Maria laughed as she and Sam waited patiently to get out of the clearing club. Her make-up and hair were fucked and she didn't care, she had danced and bounced around like crazy. "We should do this again. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded, smiling. "I did." She had. It wasn't her cup of tea, so to speak, but she had enjoyed herself. It was definitely better than 'date night' would've been.

"Hey, hey!"

They both turned to see who was calling, then looked around because obviously, it was not for them. Maria and Sam exchanged looks when a man in a pair of jeans and polo stopped before them.

"You two want to meet the band?"

"N-"

"Yes!"

Sam gave Maria a look.

"All right, this way."

Song: S.O.S. By: ABBA (originally), Fozzy does a great cover however.