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Well I promised all you lovely people a second chapter this week and here it is.

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6.

She's inspecting the tall metal fence for means of escape when she asks him if he's ever seen the ocean.

He's watching her look for flaws in a security system built specifically to be flawless. He's watching her as she's looking for an escape when the whole point is to keep her from escaping. She's being too hopeful about them underestimating her. If anything, they've got her pegged perfectly. If anything, she's just wasting her time.

He turns his head away and he says never for real.

She tries to stick her foot in the chain-links of the fence but they're too small. Definitely too unstable to try to climb the twenty feet to the top.

He says, as he points out the barbed wire lining the very top, that it doesn't look like they'll be getting out anytime soon.

She says they can get out. They can get out veryeasily. All they have to do is ask, but then they'd be "escorted by a few chaperones".

Replace escorted with followed.

Replace chaperones with big beefy armed security guys.

Replace a few with five to ten, maybe twenty depending on her behavior the days prior.

Replace those words and you get the truth.

She tells him its easy to get out of Turner Estate, but only on their conditions.

She tells him she'll take him soon, but on her terms.

What she means is when she figures how to break out they'll go by themselves, sans creepy beefy men.

"Is that why you're doing this right now?"

By right now he means in broad daylight. In a place where they're highly likely to get caught.

When he points this out to her she just laughs and says that's the whole idea. Its trial and error. The point is to just keep trying until something actually works.

"Or everything fails," he says.

She backs away from the fence and stares at it for a minute angrily.

"If you're going to insist on following me around at least try to be positive."

"Excuse me for not supporting your new obsession."

"I prefer the term hobby," she jokes and he rolls his eyes.

"When are we going to go back," he asks.

Then he adds, "Its been hours."

She ignores his whining and she attempts to reach a low branch on the tree in front of her. If she could make it up the tree she could get over the fence no problem. The landing would be tricky, possibly dangerous… but she'd worry about that when the time came.

"Feel free to leave anytime," She's not forcing him to be here.

"If you like I can have your things packed by the time you make it back to the main house."

A car will be waiting at the front gate.

His plane ticket purchased.

She waits for his response but all he does is mumble something angrily.

She knows he's pissed, but at least he's stopped complaining.

Or at least he did for a few minutes.

"How much longer are you planning on keeping this up?"

She pauses long enough from her task to say, "As long as it takes."

"You've been at this for three days now Sam."

That he knows of.

She'd only been there three weeks, she'd spent two of them trying to find a way out. Really she'd been trying to escape for a while before he'd popped up. What he was seeing now was just her more concentrated efforts. She was focusing all her energy into this one thing.

She was getting desperate.

He sighs when he sees she's ignoring his whining now.

She's too short to reach the damn branch so he bends down and offers her a boost. She stops jumping around and steps onto his hand.

As he's lifting her up she smirks, "You know this makes you my accomplice."

As her partner in crime he's just as much to blame for her self destruction now. Maybe even more blame lies with him now, seeing as he's become the calm rational one. He sighs, its really sad that he's the rational one.

"Why do I keep letting you drag me into these situations?"

Situations where the risk is higher than the reward. Where the danger is very much real. This time its just the danger of getting discovered by a guard or a camera and being on house arrest for a few days.

"You already know house arrest is easy to get out of."

He shakes his head, "Climbing out the third story bathroom window doesn't sound as appealing as you'd think."

She tells him to keep a look out if he's so worried about getting caught.

She doesn't realize he's already been on lookout. He's been scanning the area for cameras since she chose to stop there but hasn't found any. He finds it strange that this area seems to be lacking any form of security other than the stupid fence that runs the length of the whole woods. He thinks its weird but he doesn't say anything.

He figured it was just Sam's paranoia beginning to rub off on him.

"Why do you want this so badly?"

As she climbs slowly from one branch to the next she starts to tell him about how people take freedom for granted. Really how they take everything for granted.

That saying, 'you don't know what you've got until its gone'?

She found out the hard way that its true.

"I know what you mean."

She tells him the only reason she's trying so hard is because she doesn't have much time left.

He assumes what she means is she only has the month. That all she has are those twenty-something days left before he has to go. Scratch that, the twenty some odd days before she forces him to go. He's almost positive that that's what she's cryptically referring to.

But he's wrong.

And she's still talking.

She's going on and on and he hears the hidden meaning in her promises to show him Miami. The beach, the ocean, whatever, and he desperately wants to tell her to shut up; but he doesn't, because at least she sounds happy about something. At least she's not being depressing and confessing her sins to him again. Confessing to evils she hasn't even committed yet.

At least she isn't trying to get him to leave her right then and there.

As if he would.

But he lets her think what ever she wants. He lets her talk about a stupid giant body of water that he really has no desire to see. He lets her talk about what ever she wants just to keep her talking. Just to keep her mind off of the matters at hand.

He's asking her questions to keep her distracted and prevent another spilling of her guts.

He's thinking up ways he can make her forget.

He's secretly hoping he can get her to change her mind.

Hoping he wont actually have to leave her eventually.

"Oh my God…"

He looks up and sees her frozen on the sixth branch. Whether its from shock or fear he doesn't know. She's staring through the leaves out past the barbed wire fence her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Sam?"

"No… Why the hell is she here?" she's muttering quietly to herself but he still hears it.

"Sam!" She tears her eyes away from the offending sight and looks down at Two-Bit.

"You have to go—" She's trying to get out of the damn tree as fast as she can. She almost slips but catches her self just in time.

"Find a damn camera and tell them to get your stuff ready to go."

He doesn't move. He's too confused.

Why is she suddenly acting so panicked?

She jumped off the last branch and landed painfully on her hands and knees. She sat there for a moment letting the sting fade before she noticed he hadn't moved.

"There aren't any cameras out here are there?"

He shook his head and seemed to confirm her fear. She'd never thought she'd find herself wishing for one of those stupid machines to be watching.

She bit her bottom lip and tried to think. "The last camera is twenty-five feet into the woods."

They had to be at least fifty feet in.

"They're still fifteen maybe twenty minutes off…" She says to herself. She knows if they run it'll take them ten minutes to get back to the main house.

If they come across a camera and order for them to get him out… then they get back they'd still have time… he could leave as soon as she pulled up and then…

She shakes her head because she knows that its too late.

No matter what she does now its pointless.

"Two-Bit," she starts "Do you remember what I told you when you first got here."

He nods. He knows she's talking about the rules.

She smiles, "Good."

She tells him, "You live by them as of now."

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"So this is the infamous lost Turner."

She laughed nervously not knowing whether it was meant to be a joke or not. She'd been having this problem since that woman walked through the front gate. She seemed to be smiling humorously but at the same Sam was filled with the sense that her sense of humor was actually quite...

"Finn, are you sure thisis your daughter?"

Malicious.

Sam had to restrain herself from physically assaulting the woman looking at her like she was trash. It took all her self-control not to just reach out and--

Then like it suddenly dawned on her what she'd just thought about doing she had to fight a laugh.

She was getting too violent.

Sam snapped out of her thoughts and looked curiously at the man lounging in a chair a few feet away.

Because really, how do you respond to that? An insult hidden in a reasonable question. Well, about as reasonable as this woman's questions seemed to get.

Finn looked over at the pair out of the corner of his eye and grinned. "Auntie are you telling me you don't see the resemblance?"

'Auntie' looked from her nephew then back at the girl standing in front of her and sighed dejectedly.

Even she had to admit there seemed to be a slight physical resemblance between the two of them. She was almost the younger feminine version of her father.

Except those eyes.

Blue eyes were never in the Turner genes.

"I suppose there is a slight resemblance…" But she never really was one to give in completely.

"Well whether or not you are Finn's daughter you still must be wondering why your little friend was brought here--"

Sam scowled and glanced over at her father, "If you're planning on feeding me the same lie he did don't even bother."

The same lie. The woman smirked and raised a hand up to her cheek. "I suppose it wouldn't make much sense to repeat ourselves would it?"

"No, it wouldn't." Sam was suddenly glad she'd banished Two-Bit to his room before she'd faced their visitor.

"Well since you're such a bright child I'm sure you understand why you're here," she wicked smirk grew now, "And that you will not leave this place until certain requirements are satisfied."

Sam's eyes dropped to the floor. "I understand."

The woman's hand dropped back to her side and she became serious once again.

"Good."

She gave Sam one last look of dislike and superiority before turning and leaving the room. Sam silently celebrated when 'Auntie' left. Then she heard the door open again and turned around only to see her back and smiling evilly.

"Oh and Samantha," She smiled wider at the wince the name received but quickly returned to her serious state.

"You'd better figure it out soon,"

She turned away from Sam but stood in the doorway as she drummed her fingers on the doorframe menacingly.

"It would be unfortunate if something were to happen to that lovely friend of yours."

She took a step out into the hallway and allowed the smile to return.

"Very unfortunate…"

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A/N:

DUN DUN DUN!!!

Who is this evil mystery woman?

And what does she want with Sam?

Tune in next week to find out!

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