A/N: So this chapter would have been up on Wednesday but I lost the thumb drive that I kept it on so I had to do the whole damn thing over again! Very annoying.

For the song when it's bold it means that they are both singing, underlined is Sam, and italics is Jen. You'll understand when you get there.

Anyway, on to the chapter.

To Sleep Perchance to Dream

Darkness.

That's all that Sam could see.

Complete Blackness.

She could run for miles and never move. She could call for help and never be heard. She could scream in terror and never make a sound.

This darkness should scare her and yet it didn't. It was more like a forgotten friend.

Sam had been here before. She remembered it perfectly. But that was a time that Sam did not like to go back to. It was painful for her and her family so she never mentioned exactly what happened when she was in a coma.

Now that she was back in this place she waited for what she knew was about to come. The last time that she was in this place she had seen memories. Memories of her past, most of them were of her mother.

Sam had deduced when she woke up that this place was the deepest confines of her mind, the place that held all of her secret desires. What she truly desired at that time was to see her mother. So, her mind dug up some of Sam's favorite memories for her.

As Sam was remembering the darkness began to lighten until Sam saw a room. She recognized the room as Jen's. Sam watched silently as the scene played out like a movie.

Sam was spending the night over at Jen's house to help her pack up some of her old stuff to be given away.

Jen was digging through her closet while Sam was looking through some bins Jen kept stored under her bed.

She didn't find anything interesting until she reached the bottom of the bin. Oh, Sam thought, this is gonna be fun.

"Jen," Sam called.

"Yeah, Sam?" Jen answer without removing herself from her work.

"Would you mind coming out of the closet for a minute? We all knew that it would happen eventually. No need to be shy, we'll still love you." Sam teased.

"Oh, ha ha. Very funny Sam," Jen said sarcastically as she walked out of the closet. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"Nope, You shouldn't be surprised."

"Well, what was so important that you interrupted me?" Jen asked irritated.

"I was just wondering, if it's not a bother that is, if you could tell me what these are," Sam said, holding up what she found in the bin. A rather large stack of Pokémon cards.

Jen's widened comically. She looked mortified. "Where did you find those?"

"In the bin that I was going through," Sam said holding back laughter at the look on Jen's face.

"Oh, well… um… those are really old. Like from when I was really little," Jen said trying not to look guilty.

"Really? Well, that's odd considering that some of these cards were from last season."

Jen blushed so badly at Sam's words that she looked like a tomato. What Jen didn't realize through her embarrassment was that Sam had obviously watched the last season of Pokémon.

Sam couldn't control herself anymore. She burst out laughing.

Sam's laughter made Jen blush even more which in turn made Sam laugh even harder.

After about five minutes of side-holding laughter, Sam calmed down enough to look at Jen. When Sam looked up she saw Jen glaring at her.

The thought "if looks could kill" passed through Sam's mind. If looks could kill she would surely be dead.

"Are you done laughing at my expense?" Jen asked coldly.

Sam was speechless so she just nodded.

"Good."

With one last glare she turned around and began making her way back over to the closet.

Sam knew that Jen was pissed and she had an idea of how to fix it.

Before she chickened out Sam ran over to the dresser and grabbed a hairbrush. "Oh, Jen," she called.

Jen turned more on instinct than anything and she almost fell over in shock.

Sam was standing on her bed in one of the most ridiculous poses that Jen had ever seen. But that was only the beginning.

When she was sure that she had Jen's attention she brought the brush up to her mouth and started singing. "I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was! To catch them is my real test; to train them is my cause! Pokémon!"

Jen, finally over her initial shock of the situation, grabbed the brush/microphone from Sam and sang the next lines. "I will travel across the land, searching far and wide! Teach Pokémon to understand, the power that's inside!"

"Pokémon!" They both yelled together.

Gotta catch 'em all

It's you and me

I know it's my destiny!

Pokémon!

Ooooh, you're my best friend

In a world we must defend

Pokémon!

Gotta catch 'em all

Our hearts so true

Our courage will pull us through

You teach me and I'll teach you

Pokémon!

Gotta catch 'em all!

Gotta catch 'em all!

Pokémon!

After the song they both fell on the floor laughing, not noticing that they had gathered and audience. Apparently Gram and Brynna had come over to have some tea with Mrs. Kenworthy. They had heard what they assumed to be singing and made their way to Jen's room where they saw the two girls singing the Pokémon Theme song.

They only realized the audience when they began clapping. After a few seconds of surprise, the two girls got off the ground and bowed.

This memory had Sam laughing. She remembered that day well. It was one of the best days she had with her best friend before she went into what Sam referred to as the "Slocum days."

The memory began to fade and soon enough Sam was back in complete darkness.

While waiting for the next memory to come along, Sam sat down. Well, she didn't really sit down because there was no floor, but that was what the intention was.

It wasn't long before the darkness began to fade once again. This time the room Sam was looking at was her own. The first thing she heard was herself complaining.

"Dad, I don't want to go to the stupid dance. There's no point and I don't even have a date."

"I'm well aware of this Sam. I would much rather you stayed home and did some extra chores. But you know how Brynna and Gram get when they put their minds to something," Wyatt reasoned.

Sam sighed in defeat. She did know what happened when they put their minds to something. They were forces to be reckoned with that's for sure. "That's true," she conceded.

"Exactly, so go get your butt ready before they come up here and help you."

Her father left and Sam proceeded to gather up everything she would need after her shower. Once that was done she went into the bathroom.

She took a quick 10 minute shower. Sam managed to wash her hair and shave both her legs and under her arms. What took most girls 30 minutes to do, she accomplished in 10. In that 10 minutes Sam thought about all the possible reasons Gram and Brynna could be subjecting her to this torture.

She came up with nothing. Wrapping a towel around herself, Sam ran to her room and started getting ready.

After putting on her underwear and such Sam put on her dress. Gram and Brynna made some adjustments to the dress Sam wore to the wedding because they didn't have enough money to buy her a new one. She was ok with this because she didn't want a new dress to wear to the dance she didn't even want to attend.

Although, Sam did have to admit that they did a good job. Wearing the dress Sam felt beautiful rather than run of the mill.

Sam tried to do her hair next. It had grown since Brynna had cut it a while ago. So, instead of trying to make her hair do what she wanted it to do, Sam just put it up in a bun and called it a night.

Sam wasn't one to wear makeup, but since she was being forced to go to the stupid Spring Formal, she decided to go all out.

"Sam, if you don't hurry up you're going to be late!" Brynna shouted just as Sam was finishing her face.

"Coming!" she shouted back.

Sam grabbed her not too high, high heels and ran downstairs, only to be met with the shock of her life.

Jake Ely was standing in her kitchen, wearing his nicest pair of jeans and a button up shirt. All Sam could do was stare at him with her mouth hanging open. She probably looked like a complete idiot but that was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.

"What's he doing here?" Sam asked in a somewhat strangled voice.

"Well, seeing as how he didn't have a date, we thought that he could give you a ride to the dance and back," Gram explained.

"Oh," was her brilliant response.

"C'mon, Brat. We gotta go or we're gonna be late."

" Alright, I guess I'll see you guys when I get home," Sam said before bolting out the door after Jake.

Jake was already in the truck waiting for her. Sam saw him impatiently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as she got in.

"Well, you sure took your sweet time getting here."

"Oh I am oh so sorry! Heaven forbid I take my time walking to your truck so I don't fall and break my leg in these hells," Sam replied going heavy on the sarcasm.

"Well, you're forgiven. But I'm only forgiving you because of that oh so sweet apology," Jake retorted, pulling out onto the main road.

After about five minutes of silence Sam decided to ask him what she had been wondering since seeing him at her house.

"So, how did they bribe you into coming to this shindig?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Brat," Jake said quickly, A little too quickly.

"Come on Jake. There's no use in lying."

"How do you know that I didn't come of my own volition?" Jake asked.

"Because you hate getting dressed up and you don't participate in school functions such as dances."

"Well, if you think you know me so well you should have no trouble figuring out why I came."

"Good point," Sam replied. "You know that I will figure it out eventually, with or without your help."

"Sure you will, Brat. C'mon, we're here."

They were close to being the last people to arrive, not that they really cared.

They got out of the truck and Sam practically had to run to keep up with Jake's fast pace. When they entered the gym, Sam could see that they had attempted to make it look halfway decent. They failed of course, but at least they tried.

Rather than putting up streamers, they should have doused the place in air freshener. No one wanted to attend a dance that smelled like feet.

As Sam looked around she noticed some of Jake's friends waving at him. She looked at jake and saw him looking at her.

"Well, go on then. Have fun with your friends."

He smiled. "Thanks, Brat. I won't be long. In the mean time you can go get us some drinks."

Sam just glared at his retreating figure. It was totally un-cool to send the girl to get the drinks.

She just huffed and made her way over to the punch. She was actually feeling a bit parched. Just as she grabbed a glass and started drinking one of the few people that she never wanted to make contact with came over.

"Hey, Hot stuff," Rick White said as he came up behind Sam.

Sam jumped and almost spilled her drink on herself. "Christ Rick! Don't sneak up on me like that!" She practically yelled.

"Sorry. I thought you saw me coming over here."

"What in the hell would make you think that Rick?"

He actually seemed shocked by Sam's question. "Well, because I'm me."

Sam just snorted. "Whatever, Rick. Go bother someone else."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! No need to be so testy Sam. I just came over here to ask you for a dance."

'Well, in that case Rick, I will have to disincline to acquiesce to your request."

Rick just stared at her, looking like he just got hit with a mallet on the head. "That means no."

Rick started laughing. "Beauty and brains, I like that," he said stepping closer to her. Sam was very, very uncomfortable now.

"Well, good for you Rick .I really should be going now," Sam said quickly trying to dart around him.

"Wait," he said grabbing her upper arm. "What about my dance?"

"I already told you no. I don't want to dance with you. Not now, not ever. Now let go of me!"

Rick looked down at her with fury in his eyes. He gripped her upper arm so tight that her fingers were losing circulation. Just as he opened his mouth to say something that was sure to be horrible, he had someone clutching the back of his neck in a way that was sure to be painful.

"I believe the lady said no to your request of a dance and asked you to let go of her arm," Jake said in a very menacing voice.

Rick loosened his fingers and Sam jerked her arm out of his hand. Jake let go of Rick's neck and pushed him toward the door. "Now you get the hell out of here before I get the administrators involved."

Sam glanced at Jake. He looked majorly pissed. "Hey Jake?"

"Yeah, Brat?"

"Can we go home now?"

Jake looked at her and smiled. "That's the best idea I've heard all night."

They made their way over to the door and walked out into the crisp night air. Out in the middle of the parking lot Sam could see that Rick was having a hard time getting his car door open.

Sam made her way slowly over to where Rick was. She glanced at Jake and saw that he was about to stop her and she shook her head at him.

When she was two feet away she called to Rick. "Hey, Rick."

He looked up and saw her standing there and smiled. "Come to finish what we started have you?"

"I guess you could say that," Sam replied. "I forgot to give you something inside."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Sam slowly made her way over to him and placed her hands on his chest. She could see the excited gleam in his eyes. If only he knew what was coming.

She leaned in closer and just before she did what he thought she was going to do, Sam jerked her knee upwards and made contact with the family jewels.

Rick fell to the ground, writhing in agony and Sam could hear Jake laughing in the background. Sam leaned down and whispered to him, "If you EVER come near me again, I will make sure that you never reproduce you sleaze bag."

Then she turned around and walked away.

To this day Sam had never told anybody what had happened at that dance. Needless to say, Rick never got within 10 feet of her if he could help it.

As the darkness crept back in, Sam wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. She and Jake had laughed the entire way home because of that little incident. It was truly unforgettable.

It was weird how one of her worst nights had one of the best endings. But that's life. It's ironic that way.

After a few minutes of darkness, it began to lighten and Sam saw the beginning to a memory that she did not wish to see. The memory of how she ended up back in this place.

But, no matter how hard she fought against it, she could not keep from seeing everything that happened.

In her opinion it was worse watching it than it was actually living it. Soon she was curled up in a ball sobbing quietly, waiting for it to end.

It didn't take long for her prayers to be answered. As soon as her head hit the rock in the memory, everything went black and she saw and felt no more.

So… what do you think? Was it horrible? Was it amazing?

Should I crawl in a hole and hide?

Should I do the hokey pokey and turn myself around?

Well, I guess I'll find out when you lovely people review.

P.S. Reviews make me write faster.