A little later than I wanted to be with this update (curse you moving day!) but here I am with chapter number 4!

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"Well?" Clover prompted when Scam just sat there frozen, staring at her mutely nearly five minutes after she'd asked him her question.

That seemed to get him to move again as he cleared his throat giving her the impression that he was finally going to speak. But then he stalled by picking up the glass of ice water sitting on his desk and taking a long sip of it.

"... Excuse me?" He finally said slowly, almost stupidly once he'd gulped it down like he hadn't heard a single word she'd said to him. That, or he'd suddenly forgotten the definition of every one that she'd used to attempt communication with him.

Sighing heavily Clover repeated herself more slowly this time, pronouncing every word with a pause in between to allow him the seconds he needed to process them properly. "I. Asked. Why. You. Kissed. Sammie."

Scam sat up straighter in his leather chair and coolly glanced at the schedule flickering on his laptop screen before his eyes landed back on her again.

"… How did you get in?" He asked quietly, giving her a suspicious look at bypassing his security and secretary so easily. Someone was going to be fired for this; he was supposed to be meeting Lucia Bisset right now. Where was she?!

"Uh … through the door?" Clover replied sarcastically, raising her hand and pointing at it with her thumb. Rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest she waited just one more second for him to cut the crap and get down to business before impatiently muttering. "So? Are you going to tell me or not?"

Blinking back at her, Scam pressed his lips into a thin line as he tried to make sense of both Clover Ewing's bizarre appearance out of nowhere and her even more bizarre behaviour. She'd asked him about his kissing Samantha but she'd said it in such a ... blasé manner.

His blue green eyes narrowed as he just stared at her in complete confusion. If she knew about the kiss, why wasn't she furious with him? Why wasn't she reacting like Sam had after he'd kissed her? Screaming and kicking and wrecking the place up?

It just didn't make any sense to him that she was just standing here calmly interviewing him and not foaming at the mouth at the knowledge of it having happened between him and her Sam.

The Clover he remembered hated him and all criminals (reformed or not) of his like and would legit be coming at him claws bared for daring put his lips anywhere near her best friend. So why then was she being like this? Being so ... civil about this discussion?

Were Sam and her no longer close? But if that were so, would she care if he kissed her? She wouldn't right? She also wouldn't know it had happened without Sam telling her so they were definitely as still tight as they'd always been. Then why wasn't she ripping his head off right now? ...Why?

Believing that perhaps answering her question would give him an answer to his own, he sighed, bracing himself for Clover's inevitable explosion before speaking. "It was something I did in the moment," Scam confessed candidly because that was exactly what it had been for him.

When he'd approached Sam to talk last night, he had been drawn to her strictly due to curiosity. He hadn't premeditated kissing her. It had just happened.

"I wasn't really thinking and ... I'm sorry."

He looked down at the papers on his desk immediately after saying that as he waited for hurricane Clover to hit him hard.

But it never did.

Around two minutes later he glanced back up at Clover to read her expression only find her still just looking at him, still totally composed, still not angry in any way. And he was about to ask her what on earth was up with her when she spoke again.

"...You're not giving me the whole story Scam," she accused with her hands on her hips while giving him a look that said that she could see right through him as though he were made of the same crystal glass of the bay windows of his office.

A loud huff left her, her bangs shifting with the air that escaped her curled lips. "I mean, it wasn't like you met Sam for the first time last night, thought she was cute, and decided to make out with her just cuz you were feelin' horny."

Her bold choice of words left Scam's jaw to drop but she was unbothered by his baffled expression as she went on, still badly wanting the answers she'd come for. "No, you knew her for years before and had ample opportunities to kiss her in the past."

It was true. If he had been able to resist Sam all those times then, then what had changed now? Something clearly had.

"Why last night?" She asked putting him on the spot once more as she looked him dead in the eye and determinedly demanded the truth. "Why last night Scam?"

"Because she wanted it."

Those words lingered just at the tip of his tongue but he did not dare say them as he knew they would not be received well by the blonde. But every second of that interaction with the girl in question was still fresh in his mind.

Maybe share a kiss with him, she'd said. It had been so long since she'd been kissed, she'd said. And he knew that Samantha had practically begged for that kiss from him so wait—

Suddenly he was frowning as he came to a sickening realization after reflecting on Clover's uttered words. She seemed to be placing the entire blame of that smoochfest between Sam and himself solely on his shoulders. Which could only mean that Sam had communicated that—

He scowled, eyes flashing red with barely contained rage. Sure he wasn't shocked in the slightest that that was how Sam had chosen to explain their encounter because really, what else had he been expecting from Sam Simpson? To fess up? Confess to Clover that she'd gladly crossed first base and shamelessly almost hit second base with him right there in that crowded restaurant in front of hundreds of spectators?

God no, he wasn't that unrealistic. He knew the redhead well enough to expect pretty much the opposite. But to say that his ego was bruised by her blatantly selfish actions would be a massive understatement.

Leaving him to take the fall for an act they'd both enthusiastically participated in when never had he, nor would he ever be the kind of man to force himself onto a woman who didn't want him. So he certainly had not done that to her last night either.

He wasn't that desperate. He wasn't that pathetic. He was not that much of a loser. And she damn well knew that.

"Is that what she told you?" He found himself hissing in a wounded manner as he leaned forward, bunching up his fists and slamming them hard on the top of his desk. "That it was sexual assault?"

Scam growled, his nostrils flaring and his body shaking from the anger he was now feeling in spades at basically being falsely, undeservedly branded as a rapist. "That she was the innocent, little victim that I forced myself on?"

Unbeknownst to him, his vicious backfire to the scenario of him being some lowdown creep gave Clover a glimpse of just the intel she'd wanted from him on that night.

Despite it being years she remembered Tim Scam. And even more than she remembered him, she remembered his temper. It only surfaced to this degree when he was no longer in control of a situation.

So whatever had happened between him and Sam, it seemed more than likely then that he hadn't been the sole instigator of it as Sam had suggested to her.

Yup, Scam's genuinely repulsed reaction to being pegged as that proved as much without question.

And once more her skepticism that Sam had lied to her when she'd described their kiss escalated. She'd freely admitted to spending hours with Scam, she'd openly relayed talking to him, bonding with him during the time she should have been spending with Nathan but the second she'd brought up the kiss, Sam's entire mood had shifted into one of a person who was being dishonest. One that had something to hide.

Sure Sam had been revolted talking about it, but for some reason she felt that while she'd masked it as such, the source of her rage hadn't been the man she'd locked lips with but rather herself for going that far, for reaching a distance she hadn't allowed herself to in years with any man in the span of one meeting with him, a man she'd hated for so many years.

But of course that was her personal theory. She hadn't been present that night so she only had her own logic to fill in the gaps in the narrative. And that wasn't enough. She had to know what had gone down for sure before she moved forward with her plan. She had to learn Scam's true intentions.

"So how did it happen then?" Clover surprised Scam when she posed that new question to him, still sounding stoic, only curious and nothing more. She didn't even raise her voice as she said it, just asked and then smiled encouragingly as she waited for his response.

Scam bit his cheek and just kept his gaze on her as he asked himself if he should do this. If talking to her was a good idea and if he shouldn't just call for his guard and have her removed from his office and get on with his day like she'd never even come here.

But soon enough her continual calm demeanour while dealing with him lowered his defences and somehow he found himself doing something he never thought he'd ever be doing with Clover; taking the time and having an actual conversation with his former foe telling her a side of the tale, his side of the story that Sam hadn't bothered to provide her regarding their little, nightly escapade.

Having gathered the fabric glitter, embroidery thread, and lace appliqués she required to complete the finishing touches on Kelsey's bridal gown, Sam set up her work station in the living room as she usually did so that she could keep an eye on Josie while she worked.

She'd only gotten as far as removing the cover from over the dress where it was tacked on a body form when she heard a loud gasp of sheer awe come from her daughter who ran over to her with excitement shining clearly in her big, emerald eyes.

"Oooh! Are you making another pwincess dwess mommy?!"

"Yes honey," Sam said, unable to help but smile at what Josie innocently thought a wedding dress was. Even though it had been her who'd given her that idea to stop her from requesting her to wear one as she always used to.

"Pwease mommy! Pwease can you wear one! Pwetty pwease? I wanna see you wear one! You would look soooo bweauwiful weawing one!"

Josie had long noticed that despite making such extravagant dresses she'd never put them on her body, not even for a second and had asked her why, asked her if she didn't like wearing dresses or something.

So to get her off her back she'd told her that according to the law, only special girls got to wear this kind of dress. They were not meant for everyone, only the chosen ones, princesses like the women who commissioned her to make these gowns were allowed.

Curious Josie had then asked her how one became a princess obviously to see if there was any way to turn her into one, a plan she'd sidestepped by simply telling her it was about luck. Luck, lots and lots of luck that she herself hadn't been blessed with.

Those words had finally silenced Josie's desire to see her in one of these gowns but she still loved looking at the dresses she made regardless.

"Can I see? Can I see?!" Josie bounced up and down on her feet, reaching up and tugging on the end of her skirt to get her attention and Sam nodded as she leaned down and picked her up in her arms so that she could see the dress up close.

As she walked her in a slow circle around Kelsey's gown, Josie's eyes widened in awe as she reached out and softly touched the silken fabric with her small hand while taking in all the ruched detailing. Small "oohs" and "aahs" left her mouth while a look of total wonder was stamped on every inch of her baby face.

"Wow! It so bweawiful mommy!" She exclaimed and Sam felt her own lips bursting into a small grin at her praise.

No matter who else told her she was talented at designing and making these dresses, a compliment from her little girl was always the highest praise she could receive. For this reason she always showed Josie her completed dresses before she sent them off to their buyers and her level of excitement was what she used to gauge, to judge if she'd done a good job or not.

"For Kelshey?" Josie asked and Sam nodded as once more Josie's eyes grew large and moony. "That mean she gonna be a pwincess..." she whispered realizing what else this meant.

Kelsey had to have found a real life Prince Charming. She was one of the special ones like her mommy had told her and now she was going to live happily ever after forever and ever just like the princesses in her fairytale books did at the end of their stories.

"Kelshey's vewy lucky!" Sam heard Josie say. "She sure is," she agreed also looking at the pristine garment, helplessly thinking of how badly she'd once wanted to wear it and of course how foolishly she'd been tricked into thinking that the time had come for her when she'd mistakenly believed she'd found her own prince.

She'd been just 19 going on 20 then, in her second year of college. Oh how cringfully wishful and painfully stupid she'd been.

"Okie go play now," Sam changed the subject immediately, desperate not to go there as she walked Josie over to the single-seat couch and gently placed her on it before locating and handing her some of her favourite toys along with a leftover swatch of the dress fabric she'd been so tenderly touching with her tiny fingers.

A happy squeal left Josie and Sam smiled watching her kid drape the supple cloth over her Cinderella doll's head like a veil, transforming her into a bride so that she could re-enact her own perfect wedding with her; a game Josie liked to play a lot.

"Mommy has got to get this dress done today, kay?" Sam told her, hoping that the bit of the gown she'd given her would be incentive enough for her to be a good little girl and not distract her as she worked even if Josie rarely ever got in her way anyway. She was always such a good and well-behaved kid.

She then smiled sweetening the deal even more for her. "And then when she's done, she'll take you to the park just like she promised and who knows? Maybe she'll even buy you some ice creaaaaam!"

"Yay!" Josie screamed in joy, promising to keep really quiet so that her mommy could focus.

Sam ruffled her hair affectionately and kissed her forehead for a second before leaving her to play.

Finding the TV remote where she'd left it on the coffee table she turned it on and flipped straight to channel 30. Happy to see that she hadn't missed her favourite show Sam smiled as the outro song of "From Rags to Runways" ended and the familiar intro track to "Project Runway" came on. In a good mood she hummed along to it while making her way back to the waiting dress.

She always loved watching as much as she could of the one hour program because it featured those who were making strides in the fashion world. She loved to meet them, the people that were revolutionizing fashion at its core. She'd tape the show sometimes when she wasn't able to watch it, never wanting to miss hearing about the ones who had succeeded in making careers with their passion for fashion as she'd once dreamt of doing.

She could hardly wait to see who the guest of honour was today. Something told her it was going to be a good one.

"Good afternoon everyone and welcome to Project Runway!" The host, Laurel Hampton enthusiastically announced as she emerged from behind the fuchsia curtains that led backstage in a sparkling teal gown and the big, statement jewelry she usually wore.

"We've got a big show for you today that you're not gonna want to miss!" She winked into the camera and grinned as she clapped her hands together, her chunky bracelets making jangling sounds as she did so.

"We'll be taking a close look at some of the hottest trends that are in right now and how to incorporate them into our daily wardrobe to make our outfits really pop! But first, just like always, we'll be opening with our amazing, mystery guest!"

Sam's eyes darted up from her stitch work as waited to hear their name.

"Today we bring to you a woman that has transformed the very concept of fashion itself by developing a specialty brand of fabric that's both long-lasting in use and friendly on the environment. Her work as a textile chemist has been immense and the eco-chic cloth she's brilliantly manufactured is highly coveted. It's what's being used by the topmost fashion houses today! She's taken the fashion world by storm and we are so excited to present her before you today!"

"A textile chemist?" Sam thought as she re-threaded her needle with a delicate, glossy, decorative, silver thread and began to sew another rose flower, unable to help but be impressed by her profession. Whoever she was, she had to be smart to have created an actual fabric all by herself. A lot of science went into that sort of thing. She could hardly wait to see her.

Please welcome the one, the only ... Miss Alexandra Hernandez!"

Sam's breath caught in her throat with a sharp hitch, the needle in her hand pricking her thumb and making a droplet of blood ooze from it as she recognized that name.

"Alex..." She thought, eyes going wide. But Hernandez? Alex's last name had been Vasquez unless she'd officially taken on the name of her step dad Walter Hernandez, something she'd refused to do before, always being super close to her biological father. (1)

"Could it be?" Sam thought, almost afraid to look across the room at the screen as sounds of clapping could be heard from the TV audience welcoming this Alexandra to the show. Just like Clover and herself, Alex too had always wanted a profession in fashion. This Alexandra could very well be her.

She gulped hard, frozen in place. The last time she'd seen Alex had been when they'd fought five years ago in the dorm she used to share with her and Clover at Malibu University.

And the final memory she had of that terrible night was of herself stubbornly ignoring Alex as she moved around messily tossing her belongings into a suitcase while crying, shaking from hurt, and looking at her in disbelief and total heartbreak...

A sniffle left Alex's nose and she frowned, raising a hand and harshly wiping away her tears. Why was she crying? For whom? Sam? A girl she clearly didn't mean a thing to seeing how she'd treated her like some idiot, like someone who didn't know what they were talking about when all she had been doing was being a true friend, telling her the truth that she needed to hear, and begging her to please open her eyes, please take the blinders off before it was too late and she wound up hurt?

Tossing away a denim skirt she'd once borrowed from the redhead, Alex felt a fresh round of sobs escape her as she thought about the girl who was standing right there watching her go but doing nothing to stop her. The girl that was once a sister to her but now? Not even a friend.

All because of him.

Disgusted she stared at Sam's turned back while asking herself how? How could Sam choose him over their friendship of so many years? Didn't she remember that they were best friends? That she only had her best interests at heart unlike the boyfriend she was so crazy over? The one who had changed her so much, so soon that she was almost unrecognizable?

Obviously she didn't and after this much humiliation, after being called jealous, spiteful, and hateful among other things she wasn't about to stick around anymore. She needed to go now.

Zipping up her bag she stood up from the bed. Whatever happened to Sam after this point would be on her and her alone, she'd have no part in it. From this second on Sam was free to make her own mistakes as she was so happy making.

"I'm leaving!" Alex screamed now all packed, tears still falling as she wheeled her suitcase to the door while holding up a hand to halt Clover from trying to stop her because nothing she could say or do was going to fix this now.

It was over. She was done.

"I'm leaving and I'm never coming back!" She shouted taking just one second to look over her shoulder at the girl who still had the power to stop her from going but wasn't using it, at Sam who still wasn't making any effort to tell her to stay whatsoever.

When another moment passed and Sam didn't even look her way, hurt and broken Alex screamed again. "Consider our friendship over Sam!"

With that the door slammed shut loudly muting Sam's own callous scream in reply; four words that would haunt her for years afterwards.

"Yea? Well good riddance!"

Shuddering from guilt and regret, never having forgotten just how she'd lost Alex and how it had all been her own fault, Sam slowly, hesitantly forced herself to look at the TV.

And the moment she did, the second she glanced at the amber-eyed, caramel skinned woman with midnight hair set in an asymmetrical, curly bob she was able to confirm that it was indeed her.

There she was right before her eyes, Alex, her Alex on the other side of the screen sitting in the guest speaker's red sofa seat in a silver dress, smiling and looking as beautiful as she'd always been as she waved out into the crowd to say hello.

Overcome with so much emotion, Sam could not stop her tears as they burst from her eyes while cherished memories hit her hard and soon she was shaking from the force of them. And soon her sobs of misery became so loud that they could be heard from over the sounds of the program.

"Mommy? What happen mommy?!" Sam heard Josie call out to her and when she looked over, her daughter was staring at her from over the couch's armrest, looking terrified at the sight of her crying like this, crying in a way she never had before in front of her.

Knowing she was scaring the little one, Sam hastily wiped away her tears and fought to regain her composure. But she hadn't even managed to do that when Josie, already being bright at her small age figured out that her sudden and severe bout of sorrow had something to do with the woman on television. A woman she'd never seen before.

"Mommy? Who that lady?" Josie asked and when Sam looked at her again she found her pointing directly at Alex with her chubby finger.

It took Sam a moment to figure out what to say but then she smiled through her tears and quietly informed her little girl of just who she was finally getting to meet even if wasn't in person as she'd hoped.

"Sweetheart that's ... that's your Auntie Alex."

Now sitting in the comfy black chair across from Scam's desk where he'd surprisingly asked her to please sit down in quite a gentlemanly manner, Clover nodded along in silence as he neared the end of his account of last night.

"She was telling me about her life, just how she was feeling disheartened and bummed out after so many failed dates," Scam sighed, his hands were laced together on the top of his desk and his eyes were narrowed in deep thought, a pensive look on his handsome face as though he was trying really hard to remember every word that had been said in that exchange between Sam and himself so that he could share them without forgetting anything.

"Then when I asked her if she was still looking for a romance..." he paused to hold up his finger, his voice getting defensive. "Which I only did because I ran into her whilst she was on a date."

When Clover gave him a little nod of approval to agree that he hadn't been out of line for suggesting that he went on. "She responded by saying that she wasn't and all she truly wanted was to have a pleasant evening with some guy and maybe—"

He paused, trying and then promptly failing to imagine how Clover would take this next rather scandalous part inside his head for a minute before proceeding.

"And maybe … share a kiss with him."

Instantly Clover almost choked on her own saliva and sat up bolt upright with wide, shocked eyes. "Oh my God..." She breathed heavily with her mouth open wide and her eyes pinned on him. "She actually said that?!"

"Yea," He shrugged as if to say he wasn't making this up or something before saying more. "She told me that it had been ages since she'd last been kissed, that she couldn't even remember her last kiss and I don't know. While I was listening to her vent something just came over me and I just, I ... for some reason, I—"

"You kissed her," Clover easily finished the sentence he'd been bumbling out for him.

Scam nodded because there was no point in denying his own part in what had unfolded before he finished his summary of events with the pivotal information that Sam had intentionally omitted.

"... And she kissed me back."

The second he said that he watched Clover's face become the definition of doubt. An eyebrow shot up, her lips pursed and she fidgeted in her place as if mentally struggling with this declaration of his.

The last time Sam had kissed a guy had been … before Josie's birth so this was a bombshell to say the least. But was it true?

"… You don't believe me do you?" Clover heard Scam mumble eventually, sounding frustrated. And she realized she hadn't needed to open her mouth and say it for him to get that she didn't. She was sure that the screwed up look on her features was what had tipped him off that she was having trouble buying this.

Saying nothing more Scam decided to just show her. Thanks to Darren he had the security footage of him and Sam at that restaurant ready to go. Clover would not be able to refute that it had happened if she saw it with her own two eyes.

Loading it and fast forwarding to the point where Sam's date exited the picture and he and she started to converse, he slid the laptop across the polished table towards Clover to let her see the proof that backed up his words.

Holding her breath Clover watched as Sam could be seen sitting there in the same red dress she'd worn that night out talking to Scam who was seated just beside her at her table. The white numbers of the timestamp on the upper, left side of the screen confirmed just how long she'd spoken with him; an hour and forty-five minutes at the very least.

Her blue eyes widened when she noticed something else while carefully assessing the video feed. Sam's body language… it said a lot. She seemed at total ease with Scam, not at all like a woman who was in any way annoyed by the man before her or wanted him to go away.

In fact she looked no different than any of the women around her who were actually spending time with their significant others. Just like them she too hovered close to Scam, smiled at him often, and she couldn't help but notice that she spent an awful lot of time gazing into his eyes.

Yup, there was no other way to interpret what she was seeing other than Sam clearly enjoying Scam's company. And if she were honest? The level of comfort Sam had with him, it looked as though it had been Tim Scam she'd been set up to meet that night all along and never any Nathan Carson.

And Clover almost gasped at what she noticed next, how seamlessly Sam's manner shifted from that of a woman who was just making idle chitchat, to one who was almost flirting without words.

Her face moving closer to the screen to make sure she wasn't seeing things, she soon decided that there was no denying it. Sam was flirting with Scam.

She had practically majored in social interaction with the male gender, having had countless boyfriends throughout her life and the Sam on tape was displaying all the physical cues of attraction. She was doing all the things that a woman did subconsciously when she was attracted to someone and wanted them to know that she was.

Flaunting her shoulders, perching slightly bent forward to emphasize her bust, licking her lips every now and then, playing with the rim of her glass absentmindedly with her fingers, and she could swear she'd counted at least ten separate instances where Sam had glanced directly at Scam's lips.

And if all that been shocking to her, what came next left her absolutely shook.

The kiss.

"Damn..." Clover thought turning red from head to toe and almost reaching for the ice water on Scam's desk to cool herself off.

Her mouth fell all the way open as she watched the hot replay of it. To say that it was a steamy one would be putting it mildly especially after Sam joined in. Scam hadn't lied when he'd said that she'd kissed him back but Sam wasn't just kissing ... she was literally all over him.

Her eyes peeled, Clover witnessed Sam grappling at Scam's broad shoulders and dragging him closer towards her while her eyes were sealed tight and her lips moved viciously against his over and over as if she couldn't get enough of him.

Soon she was practically in his lap and even with their being no audio she could imagine the moans of satisfaction that must have left her mouth solely based on how contented she looked while doing this with him. And she started to wonder, what if they hadn't had an audience watching? How much further would Sam have gone with Scam in the heat of the moment?

Would she have taken him to her bed? She seemed eager enough. An inappropriate thought to have for sure especially knowing the redhead as well as she did, but what Sam was doing on the monitor could hardly be described as appropriate anyway.

When the make out session finally ended after several passionate moments, Clover saw how dazed Sam appeared as she needlessly stayed in the circle of Scam's embrace and just stared at him, eyes dark with arousal, mouth parted in hunger, taking rampant breaths in obvious anticipation for something more to happen between them.

But then she raised her hand and slapped him effectively ruining the moment as she stood up, her face twisted in hate and now a total contradiction of how it had been just seconds before. She seemed to take some time to yell profanities at him then, while he sat there too shocked to defend himself against her insults before she kicked in her chair and stomped off leaving behind a very dazed and lost-looking Tim Scam in her wake.

The show now over Clover was speechless for a long minute at the truth now being out in the open. She had been right all along, Sam had lied to her. She hadn't slapped him for kissing her like a reflex as she'd claimed. No, she'd thoroughly engaged in the kiss, relished it, enjoyed every millisecond of it and then slapped Scam.

At no point during their lip lock had Sam looked uncomfortable, tried to push Scam away from her, or said no. The anger, the rage, the regret only came after the kiss not before or during it.

And that was something that could not simply be ignored as Sam had attempted to by hiding it from her. Suddenly how guilty she'd appeared last night when she'd asked her for details about the kiss made total and perfect sense.

Taking Clover's state of total silence as him having effectively made his point, Scam reached over and retrieved his computer before calmly closing it. He then gave her a smirk full of confidence and sent an idle shrug her way.

"So if you came all the way down here to reprimand me for forcing myself on your best friend ... I believe you just wasted your time."

Thinking this matter to be dealt with he moved to pick up his phone to inquire what the hell had happened to Lucia Bisset and get on with his life only to pause when he heard the blonde say something again.

"Oh... I didn't come here to reprimand you Tim." She confessed, smiling once more but this time almost slyly.

And with every passing second her smile only grew on her lips. "Tim. Can I call you Tim by the way?"

"What the hell?" Scam thought, his face coiled up as Clover once more perplexed him with her overt friendliness towards him. Despite having this now hour-long meeting with her, he still wasn't any closer to figuring her out than he had been when she'd first stormed inside his office.

Tired and wanting answers from her for his questions before he gave her any more answers to her own, he decided to just ask her. To put her in the hot seat this time.

Scam looked her in the eye, giving her a serious stare with a small frown on his lips as he asked her what he had to in a firm, no-nonsense tone.

"... Then why did you come here?"

(1) I didn't really care for Season 6 because of severe OOCness and plot holes but in Episode 13: "Evil Ice Skater" they showed a different dad for Alex than the one seen in Season 5, Episode 4: "Alex Gets Schooled". So I figured one of them was her stepfather and I decided to roll with it.

Why Alex made the change will be revealed later. :)

Anyway! Excited to hear what you guys thought about this! Especially about the flashback featuring Alex and Sam! Some major drama there!

And why did Clover come to see Scam? Any theories?

More to come! Review please if possible? :D

Thanks always!

Cres