Hey guys! This one is fresh off the presses, because for some reason, I don't like only updating one story at a time... Hope you enjoy! :-)

Sam/Silver-

No, that remote was just too convenient. After the fifty-two different puzzles he'd put in front of her, she had had enough. Her leg was sore, and her shoulders tense.

She just wanted to sleep. Her head hurt from all of the logic and thinking she'd had to do, and she had almost considered giving up, before remembering that he'd just kill her, or worse.

So, there was the choice. Either disregard caution, and go for the remote, or expend the effort to try to find another solution.

And with that in mind, she made her choice.

Jerry-

The plan seemed to be going as it should, and he was relieved. Only slightly, however. He couldn't be certain that Scam hadn't figured it out yet, or that Sam even stood a chance.

And he hated that he had to put his favorite spy in a position like this, alienated from her friends and family. But if anyone stood a chance at ending his threat to the world, it was her.

Samantha Simpson was the closest thing to his equal. Sure, they were both smart but Sam didn't have the natural lies and acting in her arsenal that he did. And that was something Jerry feared.

Clover-

Clover was angry. The shock and sadness had waned again, leaving her angry- no furious, at Sam.

How dare she betray them like this? How dare she? Well, if she wasn't going to play nice, neither would she.

And she would start by making sure that Scam knew exactly who his new associate was.

POV-

Sam growled as she made it easily to the remote, with nothing in her way. Looking closer, there were only two buttons, with an engraving underneath.

Choose wisely.

"Bastard!" She screeched, staring at the two buttons. They were identical, grey, both with a single S in the center, in small oval shapes.

Left or right? She must have stood there for fifteen minutes, before an idea burst into her head, and before she could stop herself, she jammed both buttons down.

The woods around her suddenly fizzled like a bad connection on a TV, before disappearing. She was standing in the middle of a warehouse of crates.

Scam was sitting in a beach chair directly in her line of vision, chuckling as he held up his tumbler of amber liquid in a mocking salute.

"Did you have fun?" He laughed, his smirk stretched wide as he took in her disheveled appearance. Blonde knotted hair, dirt smeared over her skin, and her clothes torn or singed in several places.

But the fire in her eyes, that rage, was what amused him best.

"Are you INSANE?" She spit out bitterly, waving around her arms in anger. "I spent hours in that goddamn test of yours!" She paused, seeming to realize something as she looked down at the now unbroken flesh of her leg.

"Have you just been sitting there, watching me? Where's the popcorn bowl, huh?" The venom in her voice pushed him further.

"Nobody said I wasn't insane, Dearest, and I ran out of popcorn around the point that you fell onto the porcupine. That was hilarious." She screamed out in frustration, running towards him.

He raised a hand, stopping her lazily, nonchalance clear on every feature on his face.

"I suppose you'll want a shower, and time to recoup. Hurry up." He stood, turning and walking towards the door easily, as if he was certain there was nothing she could do to him while his back was turned.

And he probably was right. So, she sighed, and followed him tiredly, wanting nothing more than a hot shower, and a comfortable bed in that moment.

His black car purred as it pealed out of the lot, and she heard an explosion in the background. It was then that she realized it.

They had never left Beverly Hills.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She groaned, leaning into the black leather in despair. "Seven hours!" He only chuckled again, and she was beginning to hate that sound.

"Oh come on Silver, I'm sure you'll find it all worth it when you see our accommodations for the night."

"I better." She muttered, crossing her arms as she stared out the window. She didn't realize yet that their partnership had just been established.

Just to make things clear, Clover and Alex only saw Sam chose to be a villain, and that she was choosing to work with Sam. Clover just wants to be spiteful. She doesn't realize the consequences that could emerge.

An overtired Sam is a nasty one. She still has some work to do before she'll feel comfortable in her character as Silver Shadow.

Hope you enjoyed, and review! :-)