A/N: FINALLY!! GAWD. This took FOREVER and a DAY to get up. Let alone written. But yea. This is it. Not quite as long as I wanted. All disclaimers apply. :P

Danny glanced into his rear view mirror as he turned onto Magnolia Road, where Sam's house was located. He eyed the large house, marveling at the woodwork. The house had a very old, Victorian feel to it. He could just tell that the house had cost a pretty penny. Danny parked behind the BMW, killing both the engine and the blaring music. He was a big fan of Disturbed, and he had recently bought the new CD, Indestructible. Danny popped the trunk, yanking his suitcase out and onto the driveway next to him. Then he heard the front door open.

Looking up, Danny was slightly taken aback. Sam had always favored dark colors, and here she was in jeans and a brown tank top. Definitely different. Her usually short hair was long, and down to the middle of her back. She was beautiful.

"Hey, Danny let me help you with your stuff." Sam stepped down from the porch and grabbed a few of his bags, turned on her heel and took them inside. Danny grabbed his suitcase and another bag, and followed her inside. The Foyer was wood and marble, with sculptures of Animals and Mythical creatures. There were paintings all over the walls; Picasso, Van Gogh, and several more that he couldn't name.

She led him down hallways much like the foyer, with paintings and pictures littering the walls. Most of the pictures and paintings now were of landscapes. His attention shifted back to Sam; she was opening a door, and he could only surmise that it was his room.

"Mkay. This is your room." Oh he was good. "Uhm… There is a guest bathroom connected to it, so you don't need to be all over the house looking for a shower." She smiled ever so slightly. "My room is upstairs, on the left. Michelle is the same hall, but further down. If you need either of us, that's were we will be." Sam left him to settle, going into the kitchen to fix a ham sandwich for Danny and a fruit salad for her self. She had 20 minutes before she had to leave to get Michelle.

Danny dropped his suitcase down at the foot of the Twin size bed, and then looked around the room a bit, placing the last of his bags on the bed. There was one painting in the room, and it wasn't a duplicate. The painters' initials were scribbled in the bottom left corner: S.M. He could just see her brushstrokes in the painting, the way she'd held the brush. He knew this was Sam's painting. It was of a little girl swinging in a car tire tied to an old Oak tree. A young man in a white button up, the cuffs rolled up to his elbows was pushing the girl, laughing. Danny knew this was Gerard.

His blood started to boil at the sight of the man, he wanted to crush his skull, push him down a cliff, anything, for Sam! As he delved deeper into his Horrible Fantasies, he failed to hear Sam come in. But when she cleared her throat, he turned to look at her. She had a plate in her hands. A ham sandwich was there. Danny smiled slightly, and took it from her, following her to the kitchen/dining room. He plunked down into one of the chairs, and began to chow down on the sandwich as Sam regally ate her fruit salad with none of the vigor that Danny had.

"So, chew, so what are you doing, Sam?" He asked between bites of the sandwich, glancing at her every now and then. Wiping his mouth, he stopped eating to stare at her.

Sam bit into the grapes and strawberries before answering his question. "I'm painting. In fact, I have a gallery soon. I don't know how much I'll sell though. I'm used to having some help with paying bills."

"Pshhh. I'll help. Even if I'm on leave, I'll get a part time job or something. But I'll help."

"No, you don't need to do that, you're our guest," she stared at him, no, she glared. She down right glared.

"Sam, I'm staying with you guys for a while. I'm going to help however I can, and you can't change that." He glared back, and eventually Sam backed down.

Michelle sighed as Tammy prattled on and on about her up coming birthday party, not even interested in going to it. She had more pressing matters to deal with, and her current obsession was the fact that her father wasn't home when he should be and that her mom was really upset. If she didn't know better, she'd say that something bad had happened.

"…So, will you be able to go?" Tammy had just finished the tail end of whatever she had been prattling on and on about. More than likely the color of her balloons and if there was going to be a pool or a clown…normal kid stuff.

"Uh… what? Oh. No. Sorry. Something weird is going on with mommy and dad." Yes, young, innocent Michelle had used the term 'dad'. Obviously, she wasn't too close to her father. Michelle had always been really mature for her age, and she chalked it up to being the daughter of a boring Lawyer. Her mom's life was a little more exciting. Days of going into one of her mom's art rooms, watching her paint beautiful landscapes that could only be locked away in Sams' mind. Her mom had always been very intense when she painted, sometimes even ignoring when Michelle went into the room to give her a glass of water.

"Well… Ok. Maybe you can go next year?" Tammy was obviously disappointed, and Michelle felt a little bit of remorse at the thought of not being able to go. But she really needed to know what was wrong with her mom, and right now, she was waiting for said mother to come and get her.

Almost as if on cue, Sam and an unidentifiable man drove up in an unfamiliar car, the windows rolled down, and Sam laughing at something the man said.

Who was he?

A/N: Yeah. Short. Sorry. TT Read and Review, but no flames!!