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Summary: Set right after She Ain't Heavy. White makes a deal with Sam, but will everything go as he planned? - He ripped her from her life, stripped her dignity, and left her in the dirt. Now she has to fight back.

A/N: This was supposed to be a tribute to someone I used to know, although I kind of abandoned that idea the main line will always be the same: trying to get a message out there in the world.

The universe is right on schedule. Everything happens the way it's supposed to. Don't waist time figuring out why bad things happen, focus on trying to figure out how to deal with the consequences. Don't give up and never stop fighting.

Anyway, on with the story! And yes, I know Logan said that, and I know I'm M/A ;) I'm not crazy!

You may trod me
in the very dirt
But still,
like dust,
I'll rise.
-Maya Angelou

~*Chapter Two*~

There wasn't much to see in the area around the motel and Sam had quickly seen everything there was to see, so she'd decided to go back to their room when she spotted two black BMWs standing close to the forest around the little motel. Immediately thinking of White and his breeding cult buddies she hurried across the parking lot to take a closer look.

The cars definitely looked like they were supposed to be hidden from view.

Without thinking Sam ran back to the motel as fast as she could, ignoring the clerk's questioning look as she barged into the door she ran into their room.

"Daniel! Dan – No." She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes falling on a man sitting comfortably on the bed. With her enhanced vision she could easily make out his features. The features of the man that, just hours ago, had managed to fuck up her entire life. The life she worked so hard for. The life that made her so happy and now seemed like a faint memory, a dream she had had.

White just laughed at her and made his way to her calmly.

She took a step back, only to find the door closed behind her. "Where the hell are they, White?"

"Now now, 453, no need to get hostile."

She glared at him, looking around for a trace of Daniel and Matthew.

"You won't find them here, 453." White continued to step towards her, calmly.

"Where did you take them?"

"It wouldn't be fun if I told you, would it?"

Sam didn't reply, instead she lunged forward and hit him with a hard left hook.

White barely noticed though and sent her flying back against the wall.

Sam was a bit taken aback by his strength but quickly dismissed it, hoping she could get out of here alive and save Daniel and Matthew.

"I thought you wanted 452," She said, thinking quickly. "You don't need me."

"Your clone's a freak. So are you. I see no difference." White had made his way across the room and their faces were now almost touching. Sam shuddered and looked around the room, focusing on anything but White.

"I'm nothing like my clo – sister!" Sam fought the urge to spit him in the face. Angering him wouldn't get her out of here.

"Nothing like her?" He asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. "You look just like her, you act like her... Hell, I hate you just as much as her. But I need you, you're useful."

"Bastard!" She snarled.

White ignored her and calmly continued. "You can co-operate, or not. It doesn't matter to me. But you will help us either way."

"I'll never help you, you sick asshole." Her voice sounded cold, her eyes were sparkling with anger. White sighed in disgust. He needed her to be afraid of him, and her anger wasn't helping.

Deciding the best way to make her intimidated by him, he slapped her hard across the face.

Sam's deep chocolate brown eyes immediately shot up to stare at him in shock. Her face paled slightly but her anger didn't seem to fade. "Is that all you got?"

White fought the urge to roll his eyes at her; instead he brought up his arm uppercut her. It would cause any human's nose to break and send warm blood oozing over his hand, but it only connected with the hard wall and he growled loudly.

Turning back to face her, White was surprised to see Otto was already holding up his gun, pointing it at Sam.

She knew better than to try and take White out; he wasn't human. She had already figured that out. But what about the guy he was with? She took in the way he was standing there. The gun he was holding was aimed directly had her head. He didn't look like a threat but the gun he was aiming at her was, he was obviously trained to use it and if he fired, the bullet would go straight between her eyes.

White smiled evilly at her. "Give it up, soldier."

Sam sighed and let her shoulders relax. Fighting wouldn't get her anywhere. She might as well find out where co-operating would get her.

White looked slightly surprised by that. Sam couldn't help but smirk as her thoughts drifted to her... Sister. That girl definitely had guts, standing up against White like that.

Sam had always had a lot of respect for authorities, making her the complete opposite of Max. And she couldn't help but listen to White now; she didn't know his background. All she knew was that Max had his son, but after spending some time with her sister she realised Max was very honourable and wouldn't just take someone's son away without a really good reason. She was starting to trust White less and less.

White's cold voice cut off her thoughts. "Are you just gonna stand there, or do I have to carry you to the car?"

She just brushed past him and briskly made her way to the black BMWs.

*****

Sam looked around White's 'base' with a perched eyebrow. It looked like a bunch of cheap computers and some government agents that probably didn't even know what they were doing there, packed together in a room. Nothing big, nothing at all like what she was used to at Manticore.

She swallowed as she walked in, feeling everyone in the room tense and look up when they entered the small facility. White obviously had a lot of respect, but she knew he hadn't earned it in a fair way. They're probably just scared of him. Morons.

White motioned for her to sit down, which she did reluctantly, and studied her for a while.

He didn't understand how two people who looked exactly the same could act so differently.

452 would have already made some witty comment about the facility, and she certainly would not just co-operate like her younger clone sitting in font of him quietly was doing now.

453's soft curls framed her face, her lips were slightly pouting and her eyes were carefully looking around the room.

That had to be the difference, their facial expressions and 452's straight hair. White nodded to himself, proud that he could now tell them apart. But of course, the biggest difference was their barcode and genetic make-up.

He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed 453's big chocolate brown eyes staring up at him, waiting for him to talk.

"What do you want from me?" She asked coldly.

"I want you to do what you didn't succeed in doing the last time we talked. You have three days, starting by sunset... If you fail, don't bother coming back for your husband and kid."

"Why do you think I'm going to help you?"

"Because if you don't, I'll make sure that idiot you married will have a nice red bullet hole between his eyes... Not to mention the slow, painful dead your son is awaiting. So we'll trade. Your son for my son, your husband for 452. I think you know how I'm feeling right now, 453." He glared at her. "It's the best trade you'll ever make."

Sam hesitated but nodded slowly, narrowing her eyes at him coldly. "I work alone."

"You're repeating yourself, 453."

"I'm glad you remembered." She smiled sweetly at him, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"How can I be sure you won't fail this time?"

"You're just going to have to trust me." She winked at him, the evil smile still playing on her lips, and turned to leave.

"You're not going anywhere, 453." White's voice said behind her. The coldness of his voice made her shiver. "Not yet."

Before Sam could turn around her she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. Her world went black and she fell down to the ground, unconscious.

White smiled at her frail form lying on the ground. "Give her the anaesthetics and get her out of my sight."