Set in 6x12. Incorporates the actual dialogue between Brooke and Sam from that episode.
"When finding reliable sources for your essay, you always need to look into the author and make sure they're qualified to speak on the subject matter," Haley James Scott explained to her sophomore English class. Sam was actively paying attention until she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, and she couldn't help but check it.
My brother has been pretty violent the last couple of nights. U said u were in a pretty decent home, is it cool if I crash w/ you for a night or 2?
Sam sighed. Her best friend Jack Daniels had a horrible home life. Sometimes when they hung out he talked about it, but sometimes it was too hard for him to talk about at all. Sam completely understood what he was going through since she had also been in a few physically abusive foster homes. She understood feeling so helpless with nowhere to go and no one to turn to. She texted back:
Of course. You can come over 2night and I'll let you in through the window.
"Samantha," Haley said, pulling Sam out of her thoughts. Sam's head shot up, startled by her teacher saying her name. "I'm going over some pretty important information right now. I need you to put the phone down and pay attention please."
Sam's face reddened and she could feel the whole class staring at her. "Sorry," She murmured, tucking her phone back into her pocket.
Haley nodded slightly and continued to lecture. A couple minutes later, Sam felt her phone vibrate in her pocket once more. She tried to ignore it, but then it vibrated for a second time and her willpower completely dissolved. she reached for her phone again and read Jack's response.
Thank u, you're a lifesaver.
Just LMK which window is yours to knock on.
Sam began typing a response, but she didn't get a chance to send it before looking up to see Haley towering over her desk. "Let me hold onto the phone for the rest of class please. It's clearly a distraction right now," Haley said, holding out her hand.
Sam rolled her eyes slightly and reluctantly placed her phone into Haley's hand.
"Don't forget to read chapter 12 in your textbook before Monday," Haley said as the bell rang. "Have a great weekend!"
Sam stuck behind after everyone had piled out of the classroom and walked up to Haley's desk.
"Sorry for texting," she said sheepishly. "It won't happen again."
Haley smiled slightly. "It's okay. I get that my lectures can kind of drag on sometimes," she joked. She reached into her desk and handed Sam her phone back.
"Please don't tell Brooke," Sam begged quickly, blushing while avoiding eye contact with Haley. Sometimes it sucked having a teacher who was such good friends with her "mother." Sam knew that if she ever spoke out of line or did anything wrong, Haley would go blab about it to Brooke.
"Well…" Haley sighed, pretending to consider. There was really no reason for Brooke to know, but she thought it was funny watching the teenager squirm for a second. "You're lucky this happened after parent teacher conferences," she teased. "Relax, I won't tell her."
"Thanks," Sam said, embarrassed. "Well I'll see you Haley."
"Bye Sam."
Later that night, Sam was sitting in her room journaling. She was awaiting Jack's arrival; he had texted her 20 minutes ago saying that he was on his way. When she heard a faint tap on her window, she closed her journal and opened the window to let her friend in.
"Jack!" She whispered excitedly as she pulled him in for a hug. "Sorry, we need to be kinda quiet, I'm not technically allowed to have boys in my room."
"That's kind of dumb," Jack said, and Sam smiled. She loved how blunt he always was.
"I know," she said. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to get you something to eat?"
"I'm okay," Jack replied. "I ate before I came over."
"Do you need anything else?"
Jack smiled sadly, "I'm fine, promise. I'm just really tired and want to go to bed."
Sam nodded. "Okay, get in the bed, I'm pretty tired too. I'll set an alarm cause we need to get you out before Brooke notices you spent the night."
Once they were settled in bed and were laying in silence, Sam decided to say one last thing.
"Jack? I'm sorry about the way your brother treats you… I'm always here for you if you want to talk."
"Thanks Sam," Jack said sincerely. He was so grateful to have a friend like her who stuck with him no matter what. With that, the pair drifted off to sleep.
The next morning when Sam opened her eyes, she groggily turned to look at her alarm clock and she felt her blood run cold. It was 9:02, Brooke would be knocking on her door to wake her up any second now.
"Jack!" She hissed. "Jack, you have to get up now," she said as she shook him awake.
"What's happening?" He asked grumpily, still half asleep.
"You have to go. Right now. Get out, now!"
Jack turned to look at the clock, "shit," he said as he ripped the blankets off of himself. "Sam! I thought you set an alarm!"
"I guess I screwed it up somehow," She said through gritted teeth. "Sorry!"
Sam heard Brooke's footsteps approach her door. She turned to Jack with a panicked look in her eye. "Window!"
The two teenagers desperately opened the window and Jack struggled to climb out.
"Sam, breakfast!" she heard Brooke yell from outside the door. Before they could do anything about it, Brooke cracked open the door. She watched in horror as her foster daughter was attempting to push a shirtless boy out of her window.
Both teens froze. Sam's heart dropped into her stomach. She knew she was in trouble.
"Hi," Jack said awkwardly.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Brooke demanded angrily.
"I uhh.. umm.. Brooke I can explain I-" Sam started.
"Oh you're going to explain this to me alright young lady," Brooke cut her off. "You," She gestured towards Jack. "Get out of my house. Now."
"Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry," Jack said weekly. He gave one more apologetic look towards Sam before crawling the rest of the way out of the window and bolting away.
Sam gulped. She felt Brooke's eyes piercing into her. She was not looking forward to what was about to come. She panicked when Brooke began walking over to her with anger still radiating off her. "Come here," Brooke said at a scarily low tone as she grabbed Sam's wrist and dragged her into the kitchen. Sam followed where Brooke led her, not that she had much of a choice due to the iron grip on her wrist.
Brooke released her grip on Sam when they approached the table. "Sit!" She snapped, pointing at the chair.
Sam sighed and obeyed Brooke's order.
"He spent the night in your bed, in MY house?" Brooke yelled, towering over Sam.
"Well I thought it was about time a guy stayed here," Sam sassed, receiving a harsh glare from Brooke.
"Watch yourself," Brooke threatened. She couldn't believe that Sam had the nerve to give her any attitude considering the situation she was in.
"Look he's my friend," Sam began to explain. "And he lives with his brother, and he just… he beats on him sometimes and he needed a place to crash."
Brooke swallowed. It was a lot harder to reprimand the girl with that explanation. "Okay," she said, "does this half-nude window-fleeing friend have a name?"
"Jack Daniels," Sam said, and she was met with a look from Brooke that said, 'really? You expect me to believe that?'
"John… "Jack" Daniels," She clarified.
"You expect me to believe that a boy named after the white-Trash-Rock-Band drink of choice spent the night in your bed and nothing happened?" Brooke continued to push, still not convinced.
"Dude, I'm like 15," Sam said, amused by Brooke's accusation.
"Like that matters!" Brooke exclaimed. "When I was 15…" Sam raised an eyebrow, intrigued as to where this conversation was heading. Brooke quickly cut herself off when she realized the information she was about to expose her young teen to. "Never mind. Tell me when someone is staying in my house, and if your friend needs a place to "crash" again, he can sleep on the couch!"
Sam said nothing but continued to smirk at Brooke's rambling.
"Now just... go do something," Brooke said defeated. She got up and walked to her room and slammed the door.
Sam couldn't help but giggle to herself. That conversation hadn't been as bad as she had been anticipating. She got up from her seat and went back to her room as well.
I'm so sorry, did she kill u? A text from Jack read.
LOL no it's fine. Don't worry about it. Meet diner later?
See u there!
I'm planning on kinda jumping into 6x13 from here. As I'm writing this, I'm assuming that everyone has already seen the show, so if I miss any details just know that everything is supposed to be cannon so use the actual storyline to fill in the gaps. For example, I don't really feel the need to rewrite the scene of Sam and Jack and the diner so I'll prob just gloss over that, but that conversation still took place. :)