A/N: Hello ducklings. I've been in a writing mood lately. It comes and goes in moments, but it always comes back. I'm going to try to be more active with my stories on here because I'd like to move onto others. But this is a very ongoing project – I don't know when it'll end. Probably when I'm dead. :P But for now, enjoy another installment.

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Samantha bit her bottom lip as she looked at all the boxes that she'd brought home for an "art project" and had filled with items that she wanted to take with her to her new house. The Boys had said today was the day that she'd move into her new house – everything was ready. The power was on, the water was running. All without her having to do anything about it. All she had had to do was pack up what they told her to.

Getting her things out of the bathrooms of the house and the kitchen had been an adventure in itself. She managed to, but only barely because of how active her sisters were in the halls. And of course she had to lock the door behind her because her mom was nosey when Samantha was in her room too long, even though that was where they wanted her.

Okay, Samantha thought, zipping her rolling luggage filled with her medications, her laptop, her daily toiletries. That's done…Please, oh please let the Boys come before my parents demand to come in here and then freak out about all the boxes around here. Her eyes scanned her room. They said not to worry about dismantling the shelves. They're cheap shit as they said. And I already filled so many trash bags over the past week with things that they told me to get rid of. But if they come on their bikes…how are they going to get all this to the house?

She heard a loud roar on the street and jumped. Moving quickly, Samantha moved over to her window and peeked out of the curtains. A look of awe touched her face as she looked at the small moving truck behind David's bike.

He smirked up at her and revved his bike. Samantha pushed open her window and stuck her head out.

"I thought we were trying for subtle?" she called out.

"Fuck that," David laughed.

Marko, Paul, and Dwayne jumped out of the truck and ran across the lawn, pounding on the door below. David was in front of Samantha before she could say anything else. He looked at her and smirked.

"Well, aren't you going to let me in?" he asked, his voice low.

Samantha stepped back and let him in through the window. David fixed his jacket as he landed next to her and then brushed back a strand of her hair, his blue eyes burning with fire. Samantha quickly pressed a kiss to his lips, afraid that this was the end.

"Relax," David told her. "Nothing's going to stop us from leaving with all your things. I promise."

"Okay."

Samantha walked over to her door and unlocked it. She pulled it open and listened to her mother shouting at the other Boys downstairs about how they needed to get off her property because there was no way in hell that her daughter was moving out of the house. She couldn't hear her father saying anything, but she felt his anger in her stomach and that was making her feel sick. She winced as she saw shadowy forms walking around the upstairs of her parents' house, but she didn't make a sound.

"Easy, Samantha," David said, putting his hand at her back and guiding her towards the naked bed. "Why don't you sit down while we take care of the messy stuff?"

"Because – because I need to help," Samantha whispered, looking at him with the hope that he'd understand.

David eased her onto the bed and sat down next to her. "No."

"But David –"

"No."

His eyes turned away from her as Paul and Marko burst into the room, laughing like maniacs. Dwayne followed at a slower pace, looking over his shoulder as if making sure they weren't followed. But they were. Her mother stood at the doorway, looking furiously red in the face and glared at Samantha.

"Samantha, what the hell is going on?" her mother demanded as Paul and Marko helped themselves to the boxes and started carrying them out. "These idiots say you're moving out – that they are moving you out. What kind of nonsense is that?"

"Um, none?" Samantha frowned at her mother. "I am moving out? Because I have my own house now that I didn't tell you about getting."

David smirked at Mrs. S. "Samantha has moved on in life and is putting you in her past. It's about damn time too. You don't deserve her."

"And you do, David?" Mrs. S hissed. "A biker with no future?"

"Hey!" Samantha protested, but David silenced her.

"No one deserves Samantha, but we're lucky to be blessed with her love," David said, holding her mother's gaze. "So fuck off and stay out of the way, lady. You know nothing of a good thing when it hits you in the face."

"Move," Dwayne said from next to her mother, holding four boxes at once. "C'mon, out. This is still Sammy's room until she leaves with the last scrap of her belongings. So fucking move, lady."

Her mother gave him a look that would have melted Samantha's insides, but Dwayne wasn't fazed. He barked at her and chased her from the room. A nervous laugh passed through Samantha's lips as she realized they were going to make it out of there by the skin of their teeth if her parents had their way.

David's fingers rubbed small circles on her back, calming her. Samantha leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, listening to the Boys enter, leave, enter, leave at random moments, laughing all the while at their own jokes and making comments to David. They didn't have to. They could have worked in silence and still communicated with others. She knew this. They were only doing the actual talking bit to make her feel included. Like normal.

"David, we just need the bed," Dwayne said, making Samantha open her eyes in what felt like moments later.

How'd I end up laying on David's lap? Samantha wondered, sitting up slowly. Was I really that tired? Or what?

Marko bit his thumb nail as he looked at Samantha. "You look a little sleepy, Sammy," he commented. "Still cute, but sleepy."

Samantha ran a hand through her black locks. "I have no idea why. I had a short day at work today and took a nap at the tables…I guess it's nerves."

"Aw, what do you have to be nervous about, Sammy?" Paul asked, bouncing on his toes as he inched towards the bed. "Everything is all set up. You just have to play the adult now and take care of a brand new house." He bounced his hands on the bed. "We'll be there to help you."

"T-thank you?"

David pulled her away from the bed and let the other three Boys dismantle it and carry it away. Samantha looked around at her empty room, one she had had so many memories in. She bit her bottom lip and leaned into David.

I could cry from how much this hurts leaving my childhood home, she thought, feeling David's lips on her temple. There's so many memories here and so many of them were horrible. But some were good. I can't believe I'm moving onto something…different. Better.

"C'mon," David's voice seemed distant as he guided her from the room.

Samantha's eyes roamed the walls, the pictures hanging on them, and just saw memories pass before her eyes. Her chest felt tight, but she said nothing as she headed downstairs with David and past her sisters. Her dad wouldn't even look at her. And her mother, she just looked at Samantha like she was making the biggest mistake of her life.

It hurt. Another rejection from them. Samantha wanted to bow her head, but a voice – a voice she didn't recognize – spoke in her head and told her to keep her head high. This was just one big step in the right direction.

David guided her out onto the lawn and over to his bike as the Boys finished with packing the truck and closed the back. He mounted his bike and Samantha glanced back at her childhood home.

She had hated that place for so long, but it hurt to think about leaving it. To not wake up to the smell of her mom brewing coffee for Samantha and her dad. To not have Sunday breakfast with her parents again. To not be able to play with her sisters on a good day. All of it gone.

"Samantha," David called out to her quietly, idling in the street while the other Boys partied in the front of the truck behind him.

Samantha turned away from her parents' house and mounted his bike behind him. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder blade and watched the world speed on by.

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Samantha was again told not to worry about the boxes as David led her into the house. She hadn't been there since the initial visit and it looked a little different. Like the Boys had been there and made modifications to their liking. Plus it was warmer than her parents' house, especially her old room. She peeled off her jacket and left it on one of the counters in the kitchen. She wandered upstairs after the Boys came down from putting her bed up there, saying nothing to them.

She wavered outside the door to the master bedroom and looked down at her hand to find it shaking. Samantha rolled her eyes. What kind of person was afraid to open their own door? It didn't make any sense.

Go in.

Samantha opened the door and walked inside. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the walls painted with galaxies, stars, the moon in phases, planets. A bed sat already made in the room and she didn't recognize it as her old bed, but something new. Something she always wanted – a four poster bed complete with sheer curtains in a glittering spiderweb fabric.

Samantha put a hand to her mouth and stared at it all, feeling out of place and shocked. She felt arms slide around her and hold her close to a very solid body. Warm breath touched her ear.

"What do you think?" David's voice asked in her ear.

"It's so much," Samantha whispered, trembling.

David nuzzled his face against her neck, her hair. "Think. We can do so much more for you." He kissed her neck. "We can do so much more…together."

Samantha felt one of his hands slide down her stomach and reach her pants. He touched her and Samantha's head fell back against his shoulder as he started a slow pace. She trembled more as David bit down on her neck, feasting on her flesh and leaving a mark on her skin – something she had tried to get him to not do when she was living with her parents. But she wasn't living with her parents anymore, she realized. That was why David was touching her like this in her room, leaving his mark on her neck. She was free to do whatever she wanted.

Freedom…

Samantha melted against David, soft sounds passing through her lips as he continued to touch her, bringing her to high points that she loved. David only pulled his hand back when there was a knock at the door. Samantha passed a hand through her hair and pushed herself into a more correct position.

"Yeah?" she asked as the door opened.

"Yo Sammy," Paul said, holding bags in his hand like Marko and Dwayne. "We've got your clothes. Where you want them?"

"Probably in the dump," Marko said, peeking into one. "These don't seem like our Sammy, Paul." He pulled out a pink shirt. "Does this seem like her?"

"Nah, she hates pink," Dwayne commented, pushing his way in and heading for the huge walk-in closet. "Looks like Sammy didn't listen to us when we said get rid of clothes she didn't like or weren't who she wanted to be, David."

Samantha shrank against David as he put his hand back on her chest. "Hey, if I did that, I wouldn't have enough clothes. And, I can't get rid of my work uniform. So meh to you."

"We'll just have to open all those packages that you ordered awhile ago," David said, tapping his fingers against her breast. "Then go through all the clothes that you still have…burn them."

"But isn't there a burn ban?"

"Like that's stopped us," Paul laughed, ripping open bag after bag and spilling clothes on the floor. "Oh would you look at that? Sammy's unmentionables." He picked up a pair of black lace underwear. "Can we see you model these, Sammy?"

Color hit Samantha's face as she broke away from David and snatched the underwear from Paul's hands. "No. And for the record, I'll deal with my clothes. You Boys go do something else. I can handle this."

"You sure?" Dwayne asked, dropping the bags he held on the floor. "We can give you our opinions on the clothes, Sammy. And help you put them away a lot faster."

"No, no. I need the distraction. Thank you."

David pulled the underwear out of her hands and threw it in the closet. "No, what you need is a good meal. Don't pretend I can't hear your stomach, Samantha."

Samantha put a hand over her stomach. "What happens with my stomach isn't really important right now."

"Sammy," Dwayne said, shaking his head.

"So much this young grasshopper must learn," Marko commented, crossing his arms.

"Let's feed the Sammy belly!" Paul howled, running out of the room. "I want to raid the Mighty Fridge."

Samantha couldn't stop them from propelling her out of her room and downstairs to the massive kitchen. It's going to be a long night…

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Samantha sat down on the edge of her bed long after most of her original things had been unpacked and her new things set into place. She stared at the moon peeking through her window and rubbed her arms. The Boys promised that they were just wrapping things up and then they would leave. All of them had a key to the house. David had finally given her the originals. This house was hers.

This is so surreal…Samantha thought, wiggling her toes. I have a house, filled with amazing things…I have the best friends you could hope for…My life has turned around for the better and I feel like a crushing weight is on me.

Samantha looked away from the moon when the door to her bedroom opened and closed again. She made out the form of David in the near dark and he moved towards her slowly. His hand cupped her chin and tilted her face up.

"You're crying," he said softly.

"What?" Samantha asked quietly.

"You're crying, Samantha. There are tears running down your face." His eyes seemed to glow. "Why?"

"Because I don't deserve this," Samantha whispered, trembling under his touch. "I don't deserve any of this good. It's all overwhelming. To be moved from a place where I was forced to stay in my room and be silent to suddenly have a whole house to myself and where I can speak as much as I want." She grabbed his other hand. "David, I don't know how I'm going to do this. I don't know how to speak like you expect me to suddenly be able to. I don't – I don't –"

David shushed her with a finger to her lips. "You'll do fine, Samantha. And we all promised that you wouldn't be alone. We'll be back every night – maybe even on seriously stormy days." He traced his finger over her lips. "But you need to calm down. This is the beginning of a new life for you. Think of it as a trial run for when you become one of us."

Samantha stared at him in awe. David eased her down onto the bed and pulled the covers over her. He pressed a kiss to her lips that warmed her from head to toe and Samantha squirmed under the blankets. David chuckled and looked into her eyes as he parted from her.

"I think we should set up a wall of toys right over there," he said, eyes flicking to the wall next to her bed. "So easily within reach. No one to tell you that you can't have them displayed in your room."

Samantha shivered. "We'll have to see about that…"

David smirked, eyes dangerous. "I think we can make it happen." He pressed a kiss to her lips and was suddenly at the door. "Have good dreams, Samantha. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you for everything, David," Samantha whispered, feeling her meds and his soothing voice start to take effect on her conscious state. "I love you."

"Love you too."

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Samantha walked downstairs in the morning, following the scent of freshly brewed coffee. She wandered into the kitchen and saw that someone had programmed her new coffee maker to brew for her just five minutes before she woke up. She picked through the cabinets, having forgotten where the Boys had stowed her mugs the night before and found her new skull mug.

They're sweet, Samantha thought, seeing flowers in a vase on the counter as she helped herself to the coffee. I should never give up on them…as if I would.

She leaned back against the counter and looked around her kitchen. A small smile touched her lips.

"This is home," she whispered to no one.

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A/N: What'd you think? I'm really trying here. Thank you for everything and please remember to leave a comment. -Scarlet