Author's Note: Okay, guys. Should only be two or three chapters after this one, then I'll wrap this up. Thanks to all those who reviewed!

The next day at school, Samantha and Max talked in hushed tones about Terry's reaction to Dana's break-up during first period. Max was just as worried as Samantha was about it.

When second period came, Samantha sat down next to Dana, greeting her with a light smile and a, "Hey, Dana."

Dana looked away. "I'm surprised you're even talking to me, after what a bitch I was last night."

Samantha blinked. "Dana, you fighting with Terry is not going to make me stop talking to you."

Dana gave her a bit of a smile, then sighed. "I feel bad about what I said. I was just pissed off, I guess. But part of me meant it….As much as I like him, and regret what I said, I don't think I'm ready to get back together with him."

"So give it time." Samantha advised. "Sit back and evaluate the situation. Ultimately, you have to decide if you dating Terry is the best thing for the both of you. You know whatever happens, Dana, I'll still be your friend."

"Thanks." Dana said, sounding genuinely grateful. "I could use a friend about now."

"What about Chelsea?" Samantha asked, surprised.

Dana shrugged. "Chelsea's great, she's just not someone you tell your secrets to. And Max is Terry's best friend, so…"

Samantha smiled at her. "You busy tonight? It's Friday, so why don't you come spend the night at my place? Bill'll be working late, so we'll have the run of the apartment."

"Yeah?" Dana cheered up. "That'd be great. Thanks, Sam."

"Anytime, Dana." Samantha told her.

When Samantha met with Terry for fourth period Phys. Ed., she told him Dana was coming over.

"Just as a heads up." She told him. "This isn't going to be about you. This is just me being a friend to Dana."

Terry nodded. "I know. I'll make myself scarce. I'm working tonight, anyway."

Samantha smiled at him. "Thanks, Ter. You're a sweetheart."

She gave him a hug, then ran off for the girls' locker room.

"Well, here we are." Samantha commented, opening the door to let Dana in. "Home sweet home. Or rather, apartment, sweet apartment."

Dana laughed and shut the door behind her. "Where should I put this?" She asked, holding up her bag.

"Just drop it anywhere." Samantha replied.

"Shway." Dana said, putting her stuff down by the living room couch.

"You hungry?" Samantha questioned. "I ditched the last part of Phys. Ed. To head to the grocery store, so we've got the works. Ice cream, chocolate, potato chips…Plus some left-over cheesecake." She didn't mention Terry had ditched as well, in order to drive her to the store. There'd be time for that later…When Dana wasn't hurting.

Dana grinned. "Cheesecake? It's so my favorite food."

"Well, then, you're in luck." Samantha informed her, pulling it out. "Homemade, just last night."

"You made this?" Dana asked, accepting the fork Samantha gave her.

"Yup." Samantha agreed as the two dug into the cake.

"Mmm." Dana commented. "This is awesome. How'd you learn to cook?"

"My dad, although I guess I taught myself, really." Samantha answered. "My dad died when I was five, so pretty much the only memories I have of him are in the kitchen, teaching me how to cook. It's kinda stupid, but I feel like whenever I'm cooking something, my dad's with me."

"It's not stupid." Dana assured her. "It's sweet."

"And stupid." Samantha said with a laugh. "I admit it."

Dana poked her with her fork, laughing. "Is not. So, what's up for tonight?"

Five hours later had the two girls sprawled out on the floor, watching old romantic comedies. They had already seen most of them, so conversations were kept up thorough-out the movies and they had gotten to know quite a bit about each other.

"We're out of popcorn." Dana informed Samantha when a movie called "Caught Up" ended.

"And I suppose you want me to go get some?" Samantha retorted, snickering.

Dana batted her eyelashes at the other girl. "You know you want to."

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay. You pick out the next movie, then."

She grabbed the empty popcorn bowl and headed to the kitchen. Dana grinned after her, then pulled herself into a sitting position to search through the movies. She came across a blank one and, curious, popped it in. The screen flickered to life, showing at first nothing, then a stage. It was obviously a home movie, a fact made definite when Samantha appeared on the stage. She was dressed in a black leotard with a silver sash about her waist and a silver tiara. Music started playing, and Samantha began to dance. She was really good, and Dana found herself leaning closer as more dancers came out on the stage, both male and female.

"What are we watching?" Samantha asked as she returned, popcorn bowl now full. She saw what was on the screen and blushed furiously moving over to stop it. "How'd you find that?"

Dana held the remote away from her, grinning. "It was in the pile. When was this? You're good."

Samantha gave up, grinning a bit sheepishly. "Two years ago. I still don't know how it got in the pile…Can we stop it now?"

"Sure." Dana replied. "But only if you promise to show me some moves."

Samantha blushed darker, then laughed. "Oh, okay. What are friends for if not to make fools of themselves?"

The next afternoon, as Samantha waved good-bye to Dana, she thought over the fun of the previous night. She had attempted to teach Dana some dance, but the two girls kept dissolving into giggles, making it very difficult. Despite that, though, they had gotten some pretty nice moves together. Dana turned out to be really good and they didn't look too bad together. Actually, they looked really good.

Yawning slightly, Samantha slipped on her coat and decided to go visit Zeus. She was tired, since they had stayed up into the morning and finally crashed in the living room, but she still wanted to see her dog. She called Wayne Manor to see if it was okay, and got the approval from Bruce himself. So, in a good mood, she headed up to the mansion.

"Hello, Samantha." Bruce greeted as he let her in.

"Hi, Mr. Wayne." Samantha returned. "How's my boy doing?"

"Good." Bruce replied. "He's a wonderful dog."

"Thanks." Samantha said, then trotted over to play with Zeus. The dog had his leg in a cast, but could still wag his tail with abandon and did so, utterly pleased to see her.

"I'm going to go back to work." He told her. "Come tell me when you're leaving."

"Sure thing." She agreed.

He headed out, and Samantha spent some time stroking her dog and talking silently with him.

"He sure seems to love you." Terry commented from behind her.

Samantha jumped slightly, startled out of her mental conversation. Then, she smiled. "Yeah, I guess he does. No more than I him, though. I see you two have met." She added when Terry sat down next to them and Zeus gave his hand a lick.

Terry nodded. "Yup. He's really sweet."

They chatted a bit, but Samantha could tell Terry was dying to talk about her night with Dana.

"Dana and I had fun last night." She told him finally. "Ate a lot of junk food, watched a bunch of movies, and she convinced me to teach her a bit of dancing. And before you ask, no, we didn't talk about you. She didn't seem to want to bring it up, so I didn't, either."

He nodded, glancing downwards.

She sighed and put a hand on his arm. "Terry. Do not beat yourself up about this. It is not your fault. Granted, it's not entirely her fault, either, but that doesn't matter. She still cares about you, Terry. A lot. If it's meant to be, she'll come back."

"I know." Terry said, looking up. "And even if she doesn't, you'll still be my friend." He paused. "Sam…"

"What?" She asked, but before she could say anything else, his lips had covered hers.

Surprised, but definitely not going to protest, Samantha sank into the kiss. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She, in turn, wrapped her arms about his neck. When they broke apart, they looked away, neither of them sure what to say.

Terry swallowed, a million thoughts running through his head. He still really cared about Dana….Very strongly. But…He kinda thought he had feelings for Samantha. The kiss just seemed to prove it…There was something there. He didn't know what to do. "Sam…I…" He started.

She looked back at him, smiling lightly. "Don't worry about it, Terry. I get it. You're really down about Dana, and you just want it to stop. It's okay, Ter."

He blinked, surprised. "Thank you." He told her, then, when she looked at him curiously, added, "For understanding."

She smiled again. "I know what it's like. Been through that myself."

"So…We can still be friends, yeah?" Terry asked. "Nothing's changed?"

"Nothing." She agreed.

Terry nodded. He knew he should be happy, but, somehow, he couldn't help feeling vaguely disappointed…