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Sam's head was on fire. What on earth had she gotten into? Jake was obviously angry, Jen overly excited, and she would be missing school tomorrow because Violette would 'take care of it'. So much for no star treatment...

Gram pulled parked in front of the house and Sam got out immediately, she could not take anymore of Gram's excited dress shopping chatter.

"Samantha where are you going?" Gram asked from the porch steps once she realized Sam wasn't following her.

"I'm just going to go to the barn for a bit. I'll be in soon," she really needed some alone time. Gram smiled and nodded, Sam was sure she understood that.

Nickers greeted her and she couldn't suppress her smile. Leave it to horses to cheer her up, they always have. Ace looked at her quizzically and began searching her pockets; he was quickly disappointed to find she had no treats with her. With a snort and a shake of his head he turned his tail towards her.

"Oh I see. I'm only good for food?" Sam laughed and shook her head. A soft whinny drew her attention towards the other end of the barn, she walked towards the greeter and found Blackie's little replica staring at her from the back of the stall.

"Hi sweetie," Sam murmured opening the stall door quietly, she squeezed inside, checked behind her to make sure no one was in here and shut it behind her. The colt merely stared, his ears twitched but he didn't pin them back, all his focus was on her. Sam took another slow cautious step towards him; she hasn't seen anyone handle him yet and wondered if he was skittish.

When he felt that she was too close he snorted and pawed, this reminded Sam so much of her beloved wild stallion. "Where did you come from big guy?" She asked still standing a few feet away from him. He took one hesitant step forward and shook his head when she reached her hand out.

Sam gasped. Under that long tangled mane was something she should have noticed long before now, the unmistakable brand of a mustang. The colt shied away from her as she gasped and she quickly covered her mouth. Thoughts began running through her mind at a thousand miles per hour giving her a headache.

It couldn't be. No way. Maybe it's just a coincidence...surely this colt wasn't the Phantom's son?

Then again there was a great possibility it could be. With merely spending five minutes with him she noticed many similar behavioral traits. Not to mention the fact that they are practically identical....

Sam ordered herself to calm down, she mustn't get herself worked up over this, and she would just have to ask. But would they tell her if he was Blackie's son? No doubt they would want to hide it from her if it was. Jake had even failed to tell her he was a mustang and Sam knew he would know by now, not only was he observant like that but he could tell you what breed a horse was just by glancing at it. Now Sam was pissed.

The colt seemed to sense her wild mood changes because he was now backed into a corner, the whites of his eyes showing.

"Oh no, shh, it's ok!" Sam knew she spoke to loud; she didn't need his rearing up to tell her. She reacted quickly though she knew she was still probably going to take a blow, she ducked and put her arms over her head hoping this would block most of the hit...but it never came. Instead the wind gushed out of her lungs as someone pulled her from behind. She felt herself falling but she didn't hit dirt, she had landed on someone else.

She peeked through her clenched eyes to see a grimacing Jake under her. A loud pop made him jump back into action, with a grunt he shoved Sam off of him leaped off the ground and had the stall door shut and locked in a blink of an eye. Sam felt like she had just witnessed something off of Ninja Warriors.

It was silent, except for the sound of kicks coming from the colt's stall and the heavy breathing of Sam and Jake. Neither of them looked at each other instead they just watched the colt. Jake began speaking softly to him trying to get him to calm since he was starting to work up a lather. Sam brushed herself off and stepped forward catching the colt's eye, she knew then, exactly who he was and what to do.

Hush a bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little ponies

Jake stared at her but Sam only focused on the colt whose attention she had now. A smile tugged at her lips, this was Blackie's favorite song...

Blacks and bays, dapples and grays
Running in the night
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little ponies

His breathing calmed and his eyes relaxed, slowly he walked forward to Sam and lowered his head, resting his muzzle in her hands. One breath...two, then he noticed Jake again and retreated to the back of the stall, this time though he was relaxed.

Jake continued staring at her; slowly they both began to glare at each other.

"Don't even," she warned him, although she knew it was pointless.

"Seriously Brat? You just nearly had yourself killed...again... and I saved you...again."

Sam shoved him in the chest, infuriated, she spun on her heal and started heading out of the barn but Jake caught her wrist making her stop.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled trying to break free from his grasp but she knew it was pointless.

"What were you thinking Sam?" He asked, he too was getting angry.

"Don't play games with me Jake! And don't you dare begin that crap...I wasn't doing anything wrong!"

"Games? What are you talking about? If you weren't doing anything wrong then why may I ask did you almost get kicked?"

"I was just saying hi! God Jake, now I can't even pet a horse at my own farm without your permission? Oh and not only that...when were you planning on telling me?"

Jake scrutinized her expression and shook his head. "What are you talking about?" Clearly he had chosen to ignore the first part of her question...

Sam poked him in the chest repeatedly. "Don't play stupid with me! You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Jake grabbed her other hand to stop her poking, Sam hoped it would bruise. "Well can you please refresh my memory, sweetie?" He replied sarcastically. Sam wanted to kick him.

"He's a mustang Jake!"

He raised his eyebrows. "And...?"

Sam did kick him.

"Ow!" He held Sam further away, he looked back at the colt and it clicked. "Sam you don't actually think...?"

"Why not? It can't just be a coincidence!"

Jake laughed, though it held no humor. "Sam don't be ridiculous," he began checking her head and Sam shoved him away.

"What?"

"Maybe you did get kicked in the head..."

"Come off it Jake-"

"No Samantha, you come off it. You become delusional when it comes to that damn horse and it's getting old. He's a mustang yes, I won't deny he looks like Blackie, but that doesn't mean crap. There are a whole lot of mustangs out there don't forget that your precious Phantom isn't the only one."

Sam launched for him. She wanted to hurt him like he hurt her, she wanted his heart to sting like hers, she wanted to kick him, punch him, bite him...but instead she was pinned to the ground unable to do any of these things so instead she started screaming at him.

She wasn't exactly sure what she was yelling, she just was. Her anger channeling through her whichever way it could. Exhausted she finally resorted to crying, she hated crying, and right now she hated Jake for making her cry. After a few minutes of that she was able to take a deep hiccupping breath, calming herself.

"Please get off of me," she half whispered half hiccupped. She felt him loosen his hold on her but he didn't move, she felt his stare but refused to look at him, she was embarrassed...humiliated.

"Brat I'm-"

Sam closed her eyes. "Please Jake."

He hesitated but finally released her with a sigh, they both scrambled up and Jake stood bracingly ready for another attack, his face remorseful. He tried brushed the dirt off of her but she smacked his hand away, this hurt him more than anything and Sam got some pathetic satisfaction out of it.

"I shouldn't have said those things Sam I'm-"

Sam slapped him across the face and ran towards the house immediately regretting it; she collapsed onto her bed listening to Jake's truck speed away.

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