Sam, Violette, and Jen had spent quite a lot of time scheming. When Sam finally looked out the window it was dark, like dark, dark. Jen jumped off the couch and looked at the clock.

"Oh fudge. I need to go home!" She began fratically gathering her things and Sam got up to help her.

"I'll give you a lift home. Well actually Rico...or is it Pablo? Whatever the limo driver will." Violette shocked Jen and Sam by offering.

Sam launched herself across the room tackling Violette onto the couch. Violette screeched and Sam frantically began feeling her forehead.

"What are you doing? I'm not a freaking bull cowgirl! Get off!"

Sam shushed her. "It's ok Vi. Jen! Get some water, thermometer and call 9-1-1, stat!"

Jen giggled as she watched Violette and Sam wrestle each other. Of course Sam was keeping her down with ease.

"Now Vi listen. You got a case of an act of kindness. It's ok, I don't think it's contagious or anything, usually it passes by quick--especially in your case," Sam began laughing and fell to the floor when Violette gave her a hard shove.

Sam and Jen were both laughing so hard that it hurt their rib, Violette actually laughed with them.

"Now I remember why I don't do anything nice...I just got tackled for it, God," she smiled and sat on Sam, mocking her. "It's ok, you got a bad case of sarcastic bitch! Stay where you are!" She mimicked Sam but made her voice kind of manly.

Sam began laughing harder, tears began to form in her eyes.

"Oh my God, I'm dreaming. Girl on girl action, hot."

Sam was so shocked to hear that voice her laughter stopped abruptly. Violette still sat on top of her, legs strattling around her. "Quinn?"

"Huh," he sounded completely distracted, like he hadn't heard her speak at all. "Please don't mind me. Didn't me to interrupt."

Violette rolled her eyes and Sam saw the bitch field go right back up. "Sorry Sam, but I'm not in the mood now, thanks to that boozoo over there," she gave a sigh and slowly climbed off Sam grinding her hips on the way, it was kind of awkward but Sam had to suppress a giggle from the look on Quinn's face.

Sam was surprised that she began to play along. "Vi," she gave her best whine and Violette sighed.

"Sorry," she held out a hand to help her up and Sam took it.

Did she miss some alien invasion or something? Because Violette was truly in rare form tonight.

Quinn moaned. "Damn."

Which made Sam remember that she was suppose to be shocked. There was an Ely in her house. Granted, not the one she was hoping for but still, it was an Ely. Suddenly, she felt very awkward.

"Uh, say Quinn...what are you doing here?" Sam asked and Jen raised an eyebrow at him her face asking the same question silently.

Quinn seemed to snap out of his reverie and lost that glazed look from his eyes. Guys were such pervs. "Oh, Wyatt asked if we could come help him bring his cattle to the lower field earlier. We just got back."

"We?" Sam asked before she could stop herself. Violette glared at her...too obvious.

Quinn gave her a knowing look. "I see I just am not good enough for you Sammy," he gave a sad sigh but still grinned. "Me, Dad, and my brothers."

Sam wondered if Quinn knew that her and Jake had a fight. Probably.

"I heard a commotion in hear and came to make sure everything was alright...," he waggled his eyebrows. "It was more than that."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Quinn there is seriously something wrong with you." Her legs began taking her towards the door before she could think about it. Violette's nails dug into her arm as she dragged her back.

"Sam, your room now. Jen c'mon."

"May I come too?" Quinn asked.

Violette answered by flicking him off. Sam bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"I guess that's a no..."

Violette pushed Sam up the stairs and Sam almost fell on her face several times before actually making it into the shelter of her room. Violette shut the door behind them and already had her cell phone to her ear.

"Hey Gabe, could you come to Sam's?"

Sam's mouth dropped open and Jen held her back as she tried to scramble for the phone.

"Ok, great. Hurry." Violette hung up and smiled. "Perfect," the word came out like a purr.

Sam's temper boiled. "Vi, what the hell! What are you doing?"

Violette shook her head at Sam like she was a little kid that just wasn't old enough to understand.

"My little cowgirl. It is clear you have never played The Game before."

Her smile sent chills down Sam's back. Perhaps war wasn't the solution. Was it to late to ask for world peace?