Okay so, maybe the second chapter will de-confuse most of you readers. But those of you that haven't caught on

Logan/Rory/Paris Yale

Sam/Tristin/Finn Princeton

I realize we're taking a long shot, but it was for the best! The next chapter will be up, when we're able to gather it all together… Mind you it is written. Please review this chapter as well in order to help us figure out the direction of the plot. Trory? Or should the couples stay as they are…

P.S. Something may change your entire decision, a little later in! Keep reading!

Samantha 3

Fate Can't Deny: Dangerous Games

How many special people change,

How many lives are living strange…

Sam's rush to make her first day at the newspaper on time wasn't aided by anything playing on her car stereo.

"So not the time" she muttered to herself as she pulled into the parking lot. It was nearly full, she took this to be a bad sign.

Eyeing the parking lot as she slowly drove through, she managed to find an empty spot a couple meters from where she sat in her beat up Cadillac. Gripping the steering wheel she edged her car half way in, before a frantic Strawberry blonde, who Sam assumed was a college student, do to her lack of beer-belly and full head of hair, compared to all else. She'd stalked her way in abnormally elongated steps in front of Sam's car.

Sam hit her brakes with tremendous force, sending her and call her cars contents in a sudden jolt forwards.

When Sam looked back up, there was no one in sight. Panicking she reached for her door handle. Had she hit the young girl? Before she had the chance to extract from her car, she noticed a face glaring in at her, through her passenger side window. Sam jumped in her seat, she hadn't expected that. Sliding over and unrolling her window, the face remained still, its glare fixated upon her. Sam fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat, the face belonged to such girl she'd nearly ran over moments before.

"Are you okay? I'm so sor-" Sam pleaded, but was almost immediately interrupted.

"Am I OKAY!" Her voice sounded shrill.

"I guess not?" Sam muttered rhetorically.

"Drive much?" The blondes voice was indefinitely an octave higher. Sam opened her mouth, but mechanically shut it when the blonde started up again. "Obviously not. Because if you DID, you'd know that it isn't a game! There is no objective other then getting from one destination to another in one piece! You don't win points seeing how many people you can run over! Or maybe you're going to tell me it was an accident? That you didn't see me? Well you know what! I don't buy it! Just like I wouldn't buy this sorry excuse for a car in the first place! I guess that's what separates those you THINK they're intelligent, mainly you. From those who are, mainly me." Her breathing was heavy now.

Sam wondered how something that looked so…innocent, could be so loud, crude and unforgiving. Nonetheless manage to do it ALL in one breathe. Satan thought Sam, the work of Satan.

She said nothing for a few brief moments, but gave Sam the continuous icy stare. Sam tried to ignore it, and absorb all that had just been thrown at her.

"Strike one!" she proceeded, and finished with "Next time you see me, WHICH you won't. Don't you let a single word spill from your pretty little lips!" before trudging of towards the building.

Sam slide back over to the drivers seat and sat quietly, taking a few breathes while pulling her car the rest of the way into the spot.

Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball…

Closing her eyes, Sam took a minute to recuperate from the events so far.

"Well there's one friend I haven't made" she whispered while glimpsing in her mirror to fix her hair and straighten out her clothes.

But you and I will never die
The world's still spinning around we don't know why

Forty-five minutes she thought. The young Gilmore stood restlessly beside the water-cooler, in the Gazette building break room. As she'd been doing for the past forty-five minutes, smiling politely at anyone, that happened to enter. No one even bothered to notice her.

She wasn't sure whether or not she had been given the chance to accompany everyone to lunch, and now her stomach was left calling out to her for food. Rory set her briefcase on the table before her, and began to hunt for anything to even substitute for decent food. She pulled out a box of altoids that was hidden under her Book du jour. She carefully removed on from the box, and resumed her place at the water-cooler.

Sam hadn't been completely aware of the aspects of her new job. Until now. And she did know she'd have to start at the bottom to work her way up to something respectable.

"This is the copy room" a droning voice told her. "Editors Office, Creative Department" he continued gesturing accordingly. Sam's eyes wandered around as she took in her surroundings.

"And so ends the tour" he faced her, handing over a small stack of papers to the delicate and confused blonde. "Two-hundred copies of each and please assemble them into stapled packages, they're going out with the paper" he ordered, not even taking the time to look up from his clip-board. He continued scribbling on his paper, and walked in the opposite direction.

Sam nodded, getting an unkindly waft of this mans stench, Coffee and Stale Doughnuts she thought. She turned herself the opposite way of the smell, and sought out the copy room she'd no doubtedly passed moment's before-hand.

It didn't take long to find, she was glad to find it completely empty when she opened the door.

"Always fun to try new things" she reassured herself. "On. On. On. On." She repeated under her breath. "How do I turn you on?" As if she'd get a response.

" In the real world, you won't get an answer" a voice told her. Surely it wasn't her own. Sam turned her head in the direction the voice had traveled from.

Rory stepped forward, to introduce herself the moment she caught eye of Sam's confusion. A weary smile crossed her lips.

"Rory Gilmore" she presented. Rory had grown tired of the break room, and convinced herself it'd be no problem to anyone if she took a longer look around. Needless to say she'd found herself caught in a rush and entered the first door to her right. She now stood face with a mid-height slim brown eyed platinum blonde sporting a not-so-new pant suit. Nevertheless Rory found this girl quite pretty, and it wouldn't be wrong to say she expected her to have the I.Q of someone like Madeline. Sam smiled back politely.

"Sam Montgomery" she responded, prior to replacing her attention on the copy machine. "Yeah… So I'm hopeless" she sighed both to herself and to Rory.

"Talking to it didn't help?" Rory joked.

"Surprisingly, not"

Rory joined Sam in front of the Copier. "Two sets of eyes are better then one" she suggested. Sam nodded in agreement.

"First day?" Sam attempted small talk.

"No, I'm an intern" Rory told her. "I'm supposed to be shadowing Mr. Huntzberger."

The name hit Sam like a ton of bricks. She knew that name, better then her mind would let her remember.

"No one likes a Shadow." Sam burst out, regretting it instantaneously after it rolled off her tongue. " Well… Actually that's not true." She corrected herself. "It's generally the shadow, that's running away. But there are certain lost boys, that are more like lost girls. They go on thinking crying will make it return. No one wants to come home to a blubbering mess…" she was glad to have been able to stop her mouth before she'd gone to far, and hoped Rory had picked up on her Peter Pan reference. Her hopes weren't to high 90 of the people she talked to had no idea what she was talking about.

"Clap if you believe!" Rory laughed. Sam looked at her in shock. "Tinkerbell, Hello?" Sam smiled letting out a laugh. Someone had actually caught on.

On the other side Rory was equally surprised, at Sam's cleverness. All previous presumptions over this blonde disappeared, as they giggled, almost in union.

Sam was envious of her already… Tall, thin, and blue-eyed. Why was she so surprised, a Huntzberger would be after her?

Once they regained control of themselves, they continued studying the machine together trying to figure out its functions.

"ON!" Sam exclaimed, pressing the largest green button, in the most obvious place on the base of the machine. "Is it me or was that too obvious" Sam questioned.

"We were just over analyzing the situation" Rory concluded for bother her and Sam's know how.

"Buh Bye ego!" Sam waved her hand in the air.

"Oh look, there goes mine too, they make such a cute couple" Rory squealed.

Unbeknownst to the two girls, Mr. Huntzberger and his gang of patronesses had entered the copy room, and had been standing silently in the doorway watching the two girls in all their sarcasm.

"Rory" Mr. Huntzberger said calmly in an even tone. Both girls jumped, startled at the entrance of a new unfamiliar voice, that in no way fit with their harmony of giggles and laughter. Rory turned around, completely while Sam directed her vision downwards the copy machine watching the papers fall out in an orderly manner.

"Yes sir" she responded, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. Mr. Huntzberger peered over Rory shoulder at Sam who was now working busily.

"Let's go" he commanded, before marching out , his patronesses right at his heels. Rory took one last glimpse over her shoulder. Sam's bangs hung down onto her face, and hide her eyes from Rory's view.

Rory was disappointed, that Mr. Huntzberger had chosen such a moment to want her around. She'd finally found someone in that hellhole of a building, she could more then related to.

Seperately they both hoped it wasn't their last encounter.