Title: The Mayor's Daughter

Author: Leah (swingin_newsy@yahoo.com, newsies_cheesecake@yahoo.com)

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own no one in this with he exception of Samantha, Anna, Anne, The Mayor, Dice, Mouse, Doll, Benji, Cap, Salty, the King Brothers and her cousin, aunt and uncle. Everyone else belongs to Disney. So ha! Now you can't sue me! I own this plot and I claim rights to this story! Any MST must be sent to me so I can read it. I could always use a laugh!
Wait! Dice technically belongs to my best friend, Tuck!

Summary: Samantha Marie Palmer is tormented by dreams of past events. Then, she is forced to marry a man more evil then words. She isn't aloud to hang out with her friends, either. When she runs away, can a certain Brooklynite help?

Chapter 4: Moo

The day went by as a blur. There was a lot of tickling, snapping of suspenders, and loads of watching on Spot's part.

By the end of the day Samantha was a bit on edge about being alone with Spot. She'd wished one of the others had stayed. She didn't have a clue what to do around him. He was like a foreigner in her mind's eye. She knew she could trust him, but she didn't know whether he was willing to trust her.

Samantha went into the bathroom to change into her nightdress. It was white and gauzy, with quarters sewn into the bottom. When she came out Spot was standing there, suspenders hanging down, shoes off, hat off, shirt off, looking around the room.

She stood there looking at him. 'Oh my...' she thought. 'I never would have guessed a poor boy would look that gorgeous....' She had no intention of making it looked like she cared, but she was having a hard time of it.

After a few minutes, he looked up from his search and asked, "Hey. 'Ave you seen a dawk brown box about dis big?" He held his arms about a foot apart. "It gots an angel cawved on top."

"Um..." she said, shaking out of her trance. "I-I think I saw it in the bathroom?"

"T'anks," he said, walking past her and into the bathroom. Sam went to sit down on the old couch, with the image of Spot in her head. Her mind wouldn't release the image no matter how hard she tried to keep it out of her head.

Spot went into the bathroom to get his box. He just looked at it for a few seconds, as he usually does, tracing the angel with his finger. But this time, he was thinking of something that hadn't crossed his mind until recently. Samantha.

'All I'se found out taday is dat she's 'fraid a horses, fire and wadda, an' dat her eye twitches w'en she's angry and w'en she's scahed,' he thought. That's when he realized it. 'She been all I t'ought 'bout since I saw her!' He stared at her out the door. 'You like her,' said a voice in the back of his head, taunting him. 'No! I-it's crazy! I...' he thought, looking away, and closing his eyes tightly. His eyes, however, disagreed with him. In seconds, he was staring at her again. She was very still, just staring at the wall. Her skin looked brighter than it had been, and her hair looked more radiant. And yet, the air around her seemed to glow. 'No. I'm 'maginin' it!' he thought. He picked up the box, looking at it again, brought it out, and sat down on the bed. He took the string from around his neck and twisted the key in the box lock. Sam turned her head when she heard it click.

"Can I see?" she asked, walking over.

'She looks so innocent,' he thought. 'See?' that taunting voice said again. 'You haven't even thought of a response to her question yet. You like her!' "Yeah." He was stunned at what he'd said. 'I'm so glad I made a fake bottom wit' mahbles!' he thought. "See," he said. "Nuttin' special. Jus' me mahbles."

"Uh huh," she said, smiling skeptically. "That's why it's under lock and key, right?" She sat down next to Spot and put a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, this box looks far to deep for it to be that shallow. If you don't want me to see inside it, just say so. I'd understand."

"Why are you 'fraid a wadda?" he asked, changing the subject and closing the box carefully, locking it again.

"Well," she said, her smile fading. "It's a long story," she said biting her lip.

"Oh," he said, knowing it wasn't something she wanted to talk about. "What'd ya do in Vaginia?" he asked.

"I worked on a farm with my aunt, uncle and cousin," she replied, her smile returning. "We grew strawberries and pumpkins and we..." she winced at the final thought.

"What?" Spot asked, confused.

She looked down at the floor. "We raised cows," twitch, "horses," twitch, "pigs and chickens!" twitch, twitch. Then her eye just kept twitching.

"Do ya jus' not like fahm animals?" Spot asked, trying to look into Samantha's face.

"Yes," she replied, looking back at him. "Especially cows," she said, eyes wide. "Cows are evil animals! The only good thing about cows is that they make cheese and milk and steak and things like that. Especially cheese!" she said, all in a rush.

Spot chuckled at that.

"What? What's so funny?" Samantha asked, looking at him, thinking 'He has such a cute laugh!' Then she started to laugh, too.

"Nuttin'! I's jus'...cows?!" he chuckled, holding his side.

"HEY! A cow almost chewed my hand off AND one pushed me into the water!" she retorted, her eye twitching again.

"MOO!" Spot said, laughing really hard now.

"It's not funny!" she said, hitting his shoulder and smiling.

"Le's jus' go ta sleep," he said, suppressing the rest of his laughs. He got up and moved to the couch. "Youse can sleep in me bed," he said, lying down.

"Thank you, but are you sure?" she asked, concerned. "That's a rather lumpy couch."

"Yeah, now lay down and toin da light off," he said, fluffing his pillow. 'She's so considerate, isn't she?' said the nagging voice. He growled a bit, but it was barely audible where Sam was, so she hadn't heard.

"All right. Goodnight Spot," she said, turning the light off and getting under the small amount of covers Spot had for his bed.

"MOOOO!" was his only reply.

"Oh! Shut up!" she said, sticking her tongue out at the figure on the couch.

"OOOH! New headline! Mayor's Daughter Uses Shuddup!"

"Yeah, well get over it!" she said laying down.

"G'night," Spot said with a chuckle, as they both drifted off into a dream filled sleep.