A/N: Hey! This chapter's mostly just dialogue for any Squirrel/Storm fans… Well, kind of… It's more friendship-y. Please review! I don't own Warriors.

Skyler plopped down next to Sam, trying to smile. Brandon was off making flight reservations (how he ended up always being in charge, no one really knew), Thalia was being all PMS-y, Crowell was curled up into a ball and punched anyone who came within ten feet of him, and Fallon was… dead. That left Skyler to try and get Sam to talk, to laugh, to move on.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey," he repeated dully. His eyes were glazed over with memories, and his breath reeked of alcohol. It was almost repulsive to watch him spiral downwards in health. It physically hurt her because he was a nice guy, someone who didn't deserve all of the grief.

"I'm not gonna ask you if you're okay," she started carefully. "Because I know you're not. But hurting yourself like this won't bring her back." Sam's eyes flashed indignantly, and he spun to face Skyler.

"I could have saved her," he hissed. Skyler chuckled humorlessly, shaking her head.

"No one could have saved her." They were silent for a while before Skyler began again. "Your sister, Sam, died a hero. She saved countless other lives, including yours. She knew what she was doing. She wanted you to be alive and be happy. She didn't want to make you give up your life for her."

"I would have." Skyler looked up. "Given up my life," Sam clarified. She smiled.

"I know. Sometimes… Sometimes I've felt the same way," she said, images of Sean flooding her head. But no. This was Sam's time to grieve, not hers. "Fallon was really smart, you know," she pointed out randomly. Sam snorted.

"So? She's dead."

"She never got any question wrong on tests. When we were all at Rushing Water, she'd help me with my homework." Sam smiled. "She knew a lot about people. And she saved you, so she must have known that you are going to have a really great life."

"I, uh, guess so."

"We all trusted her about a lot of things," Skyler continued. "So can you trust her now that you deserve to live a good life?" Sam's smiled grew by an inch. Sadness still flecked his gray eyes, but it was a vast improvement.

"You know I just can't believe Brooke like, kidnapped me."

"It was a pretty sucky thing to do."

"Fallon wouldn't have died. I hope Brooke knows that." Skyler frowned.

"Maybe. But I don't think that guilt is a good thing to wish on anyone."

"You know, before I met Brooke I kind of had a thing for you." Skyler stiffened. She smiled awkwardly, shifting in her seat. For once she didn't know what to say.

"I know," she whispered honestly.

"But you like Brandon."

"What?"

"You and Brandon. You guys like each other."

"Well, I mean… I don-." Skyler paused. She remembered how much they had hated each other when they first arrived, and then how he had punched that guy for her. She remembered how she had looked for her, of all people, first when the killer broke in. "Yeah, I guess I like him," she smiled to herself. Remembering where she was, she blushed. "I'm sorry Sam. I'm not being very supportive right now, am I?" Sam shrugged.

"It's okay. We… We wouldn't have worked out. I just wanted you to know. Just… Just in case."

"Thanks," Skyler said. "You know, you'll always be one of my best friends."

"I know," Sam replied, just as Skyler did earlier. "But I don't think I'll be going back to America." Skyler looked at him incredulously.

"What?"

"I don't belong there. My family… We're just not going to work out. I'd rather stay here with Fallon than go home and see my dad every few weeks."

"Then you forgive Brooke?"

"I don't know. But, I mean, England's a lot bigger than Rushing Water. I can study at Oxford, or…"

"I'm happy for you. Fallon would be proud."

"You think so?"

"Yeah." A tear leaked out of Sam's eye, and Skyler lean towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She patted his back soothingly.

"Everything's gonna be okay," she whispered. "One day." Maybe if she said it enough, she'd actually believe it.