A/N: It's time for the Time Warp~ It's going to last a couple of chapters, but it's going to tie into the rest of the story in some small way, don't worry!

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So give me faith to face this test of mine

If only I could turn back time

If only I could save what I still had

If only I could turn back time

I would stay for the night

Aqua — Turn Back Time

"Samantha Renee, get your butt up and get your freaking shower! We're going to be late!"

Sam's eyes flew open as she bolted upright in bed. She looked around her room with confusion. Now she was sure she was imagining things.

"Jessie?" she called tentatively. The door opened to see her twin sister looking at her with annoyance.

"Who were you expecting, Queen Latifah? No shit, it's me! Get your shower before we're late to school and Coach Sue kicks our asses off the squad," Jessica sniped. Sam slid off of her bed to wrap her arms around her sister in the tightest hug. The familiar scent of lavender and vanilla shampoo filled her senses and she felt her sister slowly hug her back. "What was that for?"

Sam felt hot tears fill her eyes and she looked at her twin sister with an excited smile. "I'm just really glad to see you. I'm just trying to decide if this is a dream," she replied.

"A dream about what? What happened?" Jessica asked curiously. For once, Sam was able to reach across their connection and feel the familiar emotions of Jess.

"You got shot. You died," she stated. Jessica pulled up the hem of her Cheerios uniform to show the puckered scar above her navel. "You survived."

"Yeah, we both did. They caught the guy that did it and Mom sent us here. Now that we've recapped what happened, dry up, get in the shower, and let's go reclaim our popularity! Prom is coming and we've got to snag the hottest dates," she told her.

"Why would I snag a prom date? I'm dating Finn," Sam reminded her. Jessica's stare made her think she had possibly grown another head and tentacles.

"Ew, God, I hope not. Besides, he's dating that short Jewish chick that dresses like a first grader. I forget her name, but she's one of those Glee losers," she replied.

"Rachel Berry. And they're not losers. They're a bunch of really great kids with really great voices," Sam defended. Jessica quirked her eyebrow.

"What the hell happened to you? Yesterday, you threw a slushie in Rachel Berry's face, and now you're defending her? What the hell?" she stated.

"Maybe I've changed, Jess. Maybe it's time you do, too," Sam replied as she took her towel and draped it over her arm.

When Sam walked down the hall, her sister on her arm, she saw how everyone moved out of the way.

"Twin Dragons, I need to speak to you in my office," Coach Sylvester said to them. Jessica tugged Sam with her and closed the door.

"Coach, we've got a problem. Sam's gone soft on the Glee Club and she needs to be reminded of her place STAT," she informed their coach. Sam was still in shock of her sister. She was still the same snotty bitch she had been before the shooting, it was like nothing had happened. Their raven hair was the same, their ice-blue eyes were the same, and now, even their scars were the same.

"Samantha, you're the head cheerleader. I will not lose another Cheerio to that bunch of screeching baboons that insist on wrecking every song they come across. What you need to do is get your act together because we have Nationals coming up," Sue stated. "Quinn, Brittany, and Sandbags all decided they couldn't handle the pressure of two clubs and they quit. I won't lose my twins, too."

"Besides the fact that everyone in Glee Club hates us. We're Bitch-ica and Satan-mantha to them. Even Jana's afraid of us," Jessica gloated. Sam gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. That meant her friendships with Kurt, Mercedes, Rachel, and Jana were lost. She didn't have Finn, either.

"Let me sit in on a meeting. Maybe that's what I need to get back into the swing of things," she suggested. "I can think of ideas to take them down while I'm there."

Jessica smiled and played with her ponytail. "That's the Sammie I know," she cooed.

When Sam had walked into the choir room, there was an uproar.

"She's just going to throw slushies at us! There's no way she's going to take us seriously!" Rachel accused.

"She's probably just lost and looking for Sue Sylvester's dungeon where the other nobodies that people the bottom of the food chain are kept," Kurt added.

"Coach Sylvester has a dungeon? Who told you that?" Brittany asked.

Sam pursed her lips as she waited for the noise to calm down. "Look, I'm unarmed and I've come because I was curious. I know a thing or two about show choir. I'll sit in on one meeting. If you find anything I say during this meeting that is offensive, I will leave and never come back," she told them.

"Glee was supposed to be a reprieve from bullying and now the Queen Bitch herself is in the room with us. I feel like a deer in the same cage as a panther," Kurt said.

[Regular story-line here]

Finn saw a tiny body on the ground in the parking lot of school. The coppery smell of blood filled his nostrils and he bent down. A head of dark ruby red hair was on the concrete, covering the girl's face. After smoothing the hair back to check the pulse, he spotted a chain with a ring and a heart-shaped pendant. Finn didn't need to see her face to know it was Sam.

"Sam!" he said in a panic, feeling her pulse. Barely there. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Blood soaked her hair and she was in a crumpled ball. "Oh, God, please, no."

He rolled her onto her back, her hands bruised and cut. Finn had watched enough CSI with her to know defensive wounds when he saw them.

"Somebody help!" he yelled desperately, lifting her head and cradling it to his chest. No, she couldn't die. He wouldn't let her. She had too much to live for. He patted her cheeks, trying to wake her up. "Somebody, please!" He yelled until his throat hurt. Hot tears pricked his eyes when he heard footsteps running toward him. A dark head came into view and he saw Mr. Schuester.

"Finn, what happened?" he asked, bending down. Sam was still unconscious and unmoving in Finn's arms.

"I don't know! I came out here and I found her like this! She won't wake up and I don't know what to do!" he replied. "She can't die, Mr. Schue. Please tell me there's something you can do!"

"I'm going to call an ambulance and you're going to call her parents. Then you're going to ride in the ambulance with her and I'm going to follow you to the hospital," Mr. Schuester replied. "Breathe, Finn. We can't help her if you're panicking."

"Okay, I'll try," Finn said, patting Sam's pockets to find her iPhone. He found it in her messenger bag that acted as her purse and he pulled it out. Luckily it still worked. He dialed the number to Adrienne's phone and waited. "Miss Adrienne, it's Finn. We need you to meet us at the hospital. It's Sam, she's been injured real bad."

The wailing of an ambulance siren was heard in the distance.

"I'm leaving now," she replied and the line disconnected. Mr. Schue waved his arms to direct the ambulance towards the parking lot.

"What happened?" a paramedic asked. Her blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and she and her partner lifted Sam effortlessly onto a gurney.

"I don't know. I came out to the parking lot to go home and I found her like this," Finn answered, swallowing back his fear. "Her-Her name's Samantha Devine and she's seventeen years old."

"Okay, did you notify her parents?" the male paramedic asked. Finn nodded. "Alright, Julie, go radio in and tell the ER we've got an assault on a minor and have them phone the police. Which one of you is going to ride with us?"

Finn raised his hand to follow them.

"Are you over eighteen?" Julie the female paramedic asked. Finn shook his head. "Then you can't ride with us." His rage boiled.

"I'm not leaving her!" he argued.

"It's against protocol for him to be in there," she told him. Finn looked up at Mr. Schue in desperation.

"We'll follow you there," Mr. Schue told them. He tugged the younger student in the direction of his car.

[Catching on here? Back to the AU!]

Standing in the girls' bathroom to reapply her mascara, Sam heard the door open and close. It was difficult to act bitchy to the people who had helped her millions of times before. According to Jessica, no one knew about the shooting and no one was going to know.

"I don't know what you want, Samantha, but just be straight. For some reason, you don't like glee club, but please, don't get our hopes up if you have no intention of being a member," Rachel stated.

"Well, Rachel, if I'm going to commit to something, I'm going to need to know what I'm investing my time in," Sam replied. She put the wand back into her mascara tube before fishing out her dental floss from her purple flowered makeup bag.

"That's the first time you've called me by my name and not something insulting," Rachel stated. Sam ran the white string around her teeth and examined them in the mirror. "I just...don't know why you're picking now of all times to play nice with us. Are you trying to get pity votes for prom queen?"

"I could go back to insulting you if you'd like," she offered with a wicked smile. She appraised Rachel's outfit of a pleated box-like skirt and a carousel horse sweater. "You look like an institutionalized child from an asylum Christmas card."

"Can you even sing?" Rachel asked in her usual no-nonsense way. Sam glanced at her with cool eyes as she tossed the used floss into the trashcan. "Otherwise, why would you want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone?"

"My mother was an actress on Broadway in the late eighties and early nineties by the name of Adrienne Romero. You may have heard of her breakout role as Jessie James in a little show called Burning Bridges, a play that is still running today. She also coached Vocal Adrenaline from '07-09. I was the co-lead for Vocal Adrenaline in '08-'09 with someone by the name of Jesse St. James. My rendition of Cyndi Lauper's classic song 'Time After Time' at our Sectionals in 2008 is frequently referred to when talking about excellence in show choir. So yes, Rachel Barbra Berry, I can sing," she replied. She pulled out her tube of lip gloss and pulled it out to apply to her lips.

"Then why don't you join New Directions?" Rachel asked. "We could use a voice like yours."

"Commit social suicide and spend the rest of my high school career swaying in the background and providing background vocals for you? No, thanks, doll. The love of music was beaten out of me," Sam replied, examining her reflection. She rubbed her lips together before slipping her lip gloss back into her makeup bag. "Look, we all know that it wouldn't work out. I'm a threat to your spotlight, so I'm going to let you have it. Have a nice time at Nationals and try not to screw it up."

With that, Sam turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom. Normally, she loved to be in New Directions, but they didn't love her. She couldn't be a Cheerio and a singer simultaneously, not to mention she was the head cheerleader. Jessica envied the spot and wouldn't hesitate to rip it from her sister's talons. If Sam wanted it all, she knew now she couldn't have it. She didn't know how she had gotten there and she didn't know how she was going to get out.

[Meanwhile, in the real world...]

"What was the nature of your relationship with Samantha Devine?" Detective Cross asked Finn. Finn blew out slowly, leaning forward onto his knees. He was still trying to wrap his head around the entire thing, but it was difficult. Sam had been attacked by more than one person and she was still unconscious. It was likely that she wouldn't remember the experience.

"She's my girlfriend. We've been dating since the week before Christmas," he answered. The detective nodded, writing down the teen's words.

"And have things been good between you two?" he inquired. Finn nodded.

"Yeah, things have been great. I mean, sure, she can be bossy and she laughs at the weirdest stuff, but I like her a lot," he replied. He craned his neck for the nurse that had been giving them the information.

"Where were you at five minutes to six?" Detective Cross asked. Finn leaned back in his chair in surprise as he searched the older man's face for a sign of a joke.

"I was the one who found her. Why would I have anything to do with her getting hurt?" he asked.

"It's routine. I need to be able to eliminate you as a suspect," the detective explained.

"Before I came out to the parking lot, I was helping Mr. Schuester clean up the stage after Glee practice. Sam had left maybe twenty minutes before because she said she had to go take care of her pets. She said goodbye to us and left through the auditorium doors," Finn said. His head dropped into his hands as the memory came flitting back to the forefront of his mind.

"Can you think of anyone who might want to hurt her?" Detective Cross asked. His green eyes glinted with concern and Finn shook his head.

"Not off the top of my head, no. We all look out for each other in New Directions. Sure, we all argue, but I don't think anyone would be mad enough to hurt her," he replied. He thought hard for a minute, wracking his brain for something. "Well, there was this one issue..."