Thanks for the reviews! :) To answer some questions:

Yes, Brooke is 32. Sam and Jamie are both in the 9th grade, but they're not hanging out with the same crowd. They're not going to get along at first, but I'm thinking of making Jamie like Lucas was for Brooke in high school-the 1st guy to tell her she doesn't have to act like that and actually want a real relationship. I might pair Brooke with Julian eventually. I really like them together, but right now I have some ideas that mainly involve Brooke/Sam and a little bit of Haley and Jamie. Feel free to give me ideas or suggestions!

"Sam, breakfast!"

Brooke sighed when her sister didn't respond. She was sure Sam wanted to sleep in after the night she'd had, but Brooke had other plans. If Sam wanted to drink, Sam could damn well suffer the consequences of a hangover. Brooke knocked on Sam's door, but she didn't wait for a response before opening the door. The bed was empty and the window was wide open.

Sam was passed out in her bed when she was rudely awakened. She heard someone banging on the door. She didn't have to look to know who to thank for the unwanted wake up call.

Sam rolled over and pulled a pillow over her head in an attempt to drown out the noise. She didn't feel good. Her head was pounding and she felt like she was going to throw up. She wanted nothing more than to sleep it off.

The banging continued until Sam couldn't take it anymore. Loud noises and bad headaches don't mix well. Sam stomped downstairs. Sure enough Brooke was on the front porch beating down the door.

Sam bypassed the front door. Brooke caught a glimpse of her sister walking by and started screaming. "SAM! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND OPEN THIS DOOR!"

Sam turned around and gave Brooke the finger before continuing to the kitchen. She grabbed two aspirin and swallowed them. She opened the refrigerator. Damn it. There was nothing but beer. She needed something to eat to soak up the massive amount of alcohol she drank the night before. She couldn't exactly go to the store. First of all, she didn't think she could make it. She felt like she would throw up if she so much as moved. And, of course, Brooke was waiting outside to take her captive.

Sam grabbed a 7UP that people had been using as a chaser last night before Brooke crashed the party. She sipped the soft drink until her stomach felt marginally better. Then she curled up on the couch. She was surprised but relieved to see that Brooke was gone. Maybe her sister had finally given up on saving her from herself. It had certainly taken long enough.

Sam had just fallen back asleep when yet another loud noise riled her. She shot up. It sounded like someone was doing construction. "What the hell? Is there a conspiracy in this town to prevent me from sleeping?"

Sam went to the front door to look outside and see if she could locate the source of the noise. She was shocked to find a heavyset man with a drill working on her door. She threw the door open. "What the hell are you doing to my door?" She demanded.

Brooke stepped into Sam's line of vision. She'd been standing to the side. "Sam, don't be rude. This is the locksmith I hired to change the locks." Brooke looked very pleased with herself.

"YOU CAN'T hire someone to change the locks on MY door!" Sam shouted.

Brooke sauntered into the house uninvited and draped an arm possessively over Sam's shoulder. Sam tried to shrug out from under Brooke's arm, but Brooke held the small teenager close.

"Forgive my sister. She was raised by wolves. Please continue," Brooke told the locksmith. "We're just going to talk in the other room if you need anything."

Brooke led Sam into the kitchen and pointed to a barstool. "Sit."

Sam let out an exaggerated sigh and then did as she was told. "Raised by wolves? Really?"

"Surely you don't think Victoria is human," Brooke replied. She smiled. "How's your head?"

"It would be a lot better if someone hadn't woken me up at the butt crack of dawn," Sam retorted.

"Hangovers are a bitch, aren't they?" Brooke smirked.

"And so are you," Sam muttered under her breath.

"Watch it," Brooke said, her tone dangerous. "When I said you were staying with me, I meant for longer than ten minutes. What happened?"

"I don't want to stay with you!" Sam cried out.

"That's too bad, Sam. We don't always get what we want," Brooke said with little sympathy.

"What is your problem?" Sam yelled.

"For starters your attitude," Brooke replied.

"My attitude wouldn't be a problem for you if you would just leave me alone!" Sam shot back.

"I can't do that. You're my sister," Brooke said.

"Half sister," Sam said quickly. "And I was just fine without you for fifteen years."

Brooke shook her head. "You're not fine, Sam. Let me help you."

"What makes you think I need your help?" Sam asked.

"Because not long ago I was in your shoes. I know what it's like to live with Victoria. I know how hard it is to grow up without anyone who cares about you. You shouldn't have to do that. I want better for you," Brooke said gently.

Tears welled up in Sam's eyes, but she didn't want Brooke to see her cry. She struggled to keep her voice even. "You don't know the first thing about my relationship with Mom." Actually it sounded like Victoria hadn't changed much since she'd had Brooke because Brooke had described their mother's parental skills perfectly, but Sam would never let Brooke know that.

"No?" Brooke raised her eyebrows. "I know that you were acting out to get attention in New York. How'd that work out for you? You got expelled and Victoria sent you here. How many times has she called since she left, Sam?"

Sam swallowed a lump in the back of her throat. Brooke's words hurt because they were true. Her mother hadn't called her or returned any of the countless calls Sam had placed. Getting expelled had backfired big time.

"Miss Davis?"

Both Sam and Brooke turned their attention to the locksmith standing in the doorway with a clipboard. "I'm done here. Here are the new keys." He set two keys down on the kitchen counter.

Sam reached for them, but Brooke snatched them up. "I think I'll hang onto these for now."

Sam rolled her eyes. "How much is she paying you? Because whatever it is, I'll pay you double if you change the locks back and give me the keys."

Brooke shot Sam a dark look.

The locksmith glanced back and forth between the two brunettes and shook his head. "I'm not getting in the middle of this, Kid."

Brooke signed the paperwork and walked the locksmith out. When she returned to the kitchen, Sam was crying. Brooke put her arms around her sister. She was surprised that Sam didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry if what I said hurt you. I know it's hard," Brooke said. She waited until the teen's tears subsided to ask, "Where are we staying tonight? Your place or mine?"

Sam shrugged.

"Come on, Sam. Let's go home."