A/N: Thanks to all of my faithful reviews! I was having a craptasticly crummy day yesterday, but helped out a lot. I really want to start on the Road Trip story, but need more ideas, if anyone wants to give some input on what they should do or where to go, feel free to say what you think. This chapter will be more in Hawaii, and what's going on with Summer's Mom. Maybe more, who knows… Enjoy!

"This house," Summer whimpered as they pulled into her driveway. Alex had heard from Seth about Summers Mom's problem, and knew she could be of some help.

Summer ran out of the car and fumbled with the door, opening it and pointing to her Mom's room. Alex ran in there, and rushed to her bedside. Samantha lay on her back with a baggie of white powder, cocaine, Alex figured, by her side. She examined the bag, It didn't look like she had taken that much, so she should be fine after she rests it off.

"What do I do?" Summer stood nervously on the other side of the door. She knew Sam had problems, but thought she was better, and that she would never have to actually see her Mom like this.

"Turn her to her right side. If she throws up while she's sleeping, it'll choke her if she's laying on her back, and on her stomach the pillow could stop it from getting out, so turn her over," Alex helped Summer turn the redhead onto her side and put a light blanket over her. Alex saw Summer fidgeting in the corner, obviously uncomfortable. She sighed, "Why don't you go to Seth's or somewhere, I can handle this. You shouldn't have to see this," Alex knew she'd have to get used to it eventually, but when Sam woke up, Alex wanted to talk to her.

"Thanks," Summer gave a light smile and slowly headed out the door. Alex looked out the closed blinds to watch her go. This was going to be a long night.

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Oliver stood outside yet another bus stop. This one had more sun, and people. 'Welcome to San Francisco,' one said. "Great… more busses. I just can't wait to get to my Marissa. If that fucking Ryan is still there, I'll do whatever I can to finally get him out of the way, so I can get to her. He's not ruining it this time. And he won't get the chance to save her," Oliver grinned at his own thoughts, and moved to the back of the station to catch his bus to Newport. Little did he know they weren't there.

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"Morning."

Marissa flinched. Where was she? She looked up to see Ryan standing to her side and a smile lit up on her face. Right… Hawaii, with Ryan and her Dad. Running from Oliver. Oliver…

"You ok?" Ryan sat next to Marissa on the bed and put his hand on hers, trying to read any emotions.

"Yeah, just tired."

"You were yelling and kicking in your sleep last night, something you want to tell me about?" Ryan knew she had some kind of nightmare last night, and from the things she said, it was about Oliver.

"Why do you care? Why do you keep asking me these things, I'm fine! I don't need your help, this is my mess… and you don't need to get involved again. Remember what happened last time Oliver was here? I wish you all would just leave me alone," Marissa began to cry through her screams. Ryan ran to her side, trying to comfort her but she just pushed him away.

"I'm not going anywhere, so get used to it," Ryan tried to make eye connection, but she kept looking away. She couldn't look him in the eye, and be reminded how much she did care about him.

"I'm sorry..," her eyes dropped to the carpet as she walked out of the room. Ryan clenched his fists and lay back on the bed, trying to soak everything in. He loved Marissa, but she didn't handle stress well. He didn't want Oliver to mess things up between them again. She needed time to think for now, if he went after her now she'd just be more angry and cause more problems for herself.

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Alex sat, half asleep, in the small bean bag chair in the corner of Sam's room, "Why does this woman have a bean bag? Wait, I know why…" she zipped the bag open and found more drugs. Samantha heard the zip and sat up, giving Alex a questioning look.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" She scanned the tattooed blonde sitting in the corner of her room.

Alex stood up and walked cautiously to her bed, setting one of the baggies by her side, "The real question is.. What the hell were you thinking? Putting your daughter through that. She's going to be mentally scared for life. Seeing her Mom in here, high, not knowing if she was dead or what was going on. You're not a mother, you're a druggie," so Alex's words weren't all that comforting, but this was her way of approaching people, and problems.

"Again, who are you?" Sam sat up, putting the bag back into the bean chair and sitting next to Alex on the bed.

"Alex, I own the Bait Shop, Summer was looking for Seth who works there and he wasn't there so I came to help. Again, why did you do it?"

"Why did I do it?" Samantha shrugged her shoulders and looked around.

"The drugs. I thought you just got out of rehab. Those places are supposed to help you, yes?"

"I didn't go to that damn place. I just said I did so Summer would come live with me. You can leave now, I'm fine."

"No you're not! You're not fucking fine, look at you. Is that why you wanted Summer to come live with you? So she could sit there crying, watching her Mom passed out? If you weren't in rehab what have you been doing all these years?"

"You're not an addict, you don't know what I'm going through!" Samantha stood up and yelled. This girl was really hitting some touchy subjects.

"No, but I know what Summer's going through…" Alex's voice was barely over a whisper now. She stood up, walking to the bedroom door and looking back, "If you really want your daughter in your life.. Here's your chance. If not.. There ya go," She pointed to the bean bag and walked out.

A/N: Ok, I'm not an expert on drug use or anything, so most of that stuff was just guessing. I don't really have Samantha's character developed. I wanted to make her like my Mom, but that'd be too much like Dawn. So yeah.. Alcoholics I can do, narcotics. No. Next chapter, some Sam/Summer bonding and a bit more S/S and R/M. Keep an eye out for new stories if I ever get the time.