the dialogue from the first part is taken straight from 6x09. The rest is how I'd fill in the blanks!

Sam was nervous to confront her foster mother that morning. Last night after Brooke had sent her to her room, Sam had changed into some comfier clothes and washed off her tear-stained makeup. She then had buried herself in her bed and cried herself to sleep, feeling an immense amount of guilt and regret. She was confused as to why Brooke hadn't kicked her out on the streets right then and there. if I were Brooke, I wouldn't have given me a second chance, she thought miserably. Every other foster parent she'd ever had wouldn't have given her a second chance either.

When Sam awoke the next morning, she was all cried out and feeling a little bit better. She got dressed before reluctantly opening her bedroom door to face her pissed off guardian.

"Oh my God, you're totally inspired by it," Sam said, noticing Brooke's sketches resembling the wedding dress as she approached the chair where she was sitting. The teenager was relieved; maybe there was something good to come out of this situation.

Brooke met Sam with a piercing glare. She was inspired by the dress, but she'd never admit that to Sam. "No I'm not."

"You are too, admit it, your entire new line is gonna be based on…"

"Based on the amazing couture wedding dress I had already spent seventy-two hours hand stitching for my best friend?" Brooke cut her off. "Oh, wait… that's ruined."

"You're still pissed," Sam stated. It was an obvious observation, but she didn't know what else to say.

"And you're still grounded," Brooke retorted.

"Fine," Sam said in defeat as she sat down on the couch. "So, what's your version of grounded?"

When other foster parents had tried disciplining her in the past, it was usually met with her yelling and cussing back at them and completely disregarding whatever they had to say. But this time felt different. Sam knew that she'd gone too far with the party, and Brooke had every right to be upset with her. Besides, although they didn't know each other that well, there was something about Brooke that made Sam unable to dislike her. She thought it'd be best to not provoke the woman and to listen to whatever sentence she was about to receive.

"Well, I've been thinking," Brooke sneered. "One week for exposing a five year old to depravity, another week for letting some skeevy fratvestite ruin Peyton's wedding dress, and we're gonna tack on another week for throwing an underage keg party in your foster parent's upscale boutique," Brooke said, satisfied with her declaration. Three weeks of being confined to the house without any entertainment, that'll teach her not to sneak out and be so reckless.

The teenager was shocked. Only three weeks? She had been expecting at least a month or two for her infractions. Sam knew that she should keep her mouth shut, but she couldn't help but snark a little bit, so she looked at Brooke and asked, "That's it..?"

"You are not supposed to be happy about this!" Brooke exclaimed. The nerve of this kid! When Brooke had been grounded by Karen, she'd whined and complained and tried to reason her way out of it. Her foster daughter was having quite the opposite, apathetic reaction that infuriated Brooke and made her feel like she was doing something wrong.

Sam couldn't help but let a small laugh escape from her lips over how worked up Brooke was getting. "No, I just thought that thing my friend Eugene did in the bathroom sink was gonna cost me another week…" She trailed off when she realized that Brooke's expression indicated that she had no idea what she was talking about. "You haven't been in the bathroom yet have you?"

Sam quickly got up from her place on the couch and started heading back to her room, desperate to avoid Brooke's follow up questions. "What did Eugene do in the bathroom sink?" Brooke got up out of her chair and began following the girl. Her question was only acknowledged with incoherent mumbling before Sam had entered her room and closed the door.

"Sam!" Brooke yelled after her, ready to bust open the door and force Sam to explain, but a knock at the front door stopped her from continuing the conversation. "This is NOT over young lady!" The foster mother shouted before angrily going to open the door.

"Didn't think it was… old…lady?" Sam yelled back.

Sam could hear the voices of Brooke and Owen coming from the main entrance as she laid down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She wondered if Brooke had told Peyton about the dress yet. She knew that Haley already knew since she'd stopped by the house last night to pick Jamie up early from the sleepover. Sam had overheard Brooke tearfully explain the situation to Haley, only adding to the teenager's guilt. She was dreading going to school on Monday and facing her English teacher who she knew deserved an apology.

She was equally as scared to confront Peyton. Sam knew that Peyton was going to be incredibly disappointed and furious at her for destroying something so beautiful and sentimental, and she had no idea how to approach the situation.

A couple of hours later, Sam was still in her room playing games on her computer when Brooke knocked on the door and let herself in.

"Hey," she said, standing in the doorway, clearly a lot calmer than earlier.

Sam looked up at her hesitantly. "Hey."

"No electronics while you're grounded, okay?" Brooke made her way over to Sam's bed and held her hand out, gesturing for the teen to hand over the device. Sam closed her laptop, and biting her tongue, handed it to Brooke.

"Phone too," Brooke prompted, and Sam hid an eyeroll as she reached for her phone. Deep down, she was upset that her electronics were being taken away from her, but she didn't want to give Brooke the satisfaction of knowing that this was affecting her.

"Thank you," Brooke said. "Millie, Owen, and I did most of the cleaning last night, but I'm going into the store soon to finish up and I want you to come help."

"Yeah, okay," Sam said flatly.

Brooke nodded slightly. "Okay, be ready in 30," she said as she turned to leave.

Before she could stop herself, Sam blurted out, "Brooke?"

Curious, Brooke turned around to face Sam once again.

"I'm.. umm… sorry again," she offered quietly, picking at her comforter while avoiding eye contact with her guardian. "I really didn't mean for things to get so out of hand."

Brooke let out a small smile. She could tell that apologizing made Sam nervous, and she truly appreciated the apology, although it wasn't going to fix anything. She was glad that the girl seemed remorseful, contrary to acting cocky and amused like she had earlier.

"Thank you, Sam," was all Brooke said back to her. She wasn't going to tell her that it was okay, that she was forgiven, because it wasn't okay. And truthfully, she was still really angry.

"Have you told Peyton yet?" Sam whispered, still staring at her wrinkled up comforter. Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and she wasn't sure that she was ready to hear Brooke's answer.

"No, I'm going to call her soon though. She needs to know."

Sam finally brought her eyes up to meet Brooke's. "Do you think I could tell her myself?"

Brooke raised an eyebrow, she had not expected that question. "Yeah, sure," she responded. "I think that sounds like a good idea. When we're done cleaning we can swing by Lucas and Peyton's house and you can go in and talk to her."

Sam gulped. That sounded so daunting, but she'd rather have Peyton hear the news from her than from Brooke. "Okay, thanks."

Brooke nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'll text Peyton and let her know you're stopping by later. Start getting ready now."