This story rapidly got derailed as I continued to write part 2. I had intended a short story where Adam got kidnapped and put on the Website that asks people to vote for whether he could live or die. Was inspired by the episode from Without A Trace where a well known celebrity gets kidnapped and placed in the situation. (will probably write this story later)

Anyways this short story of sorts explores how Samantha gets involved with Nemesis and his Legion project.

To read The First Snow: http://community.abcfamily.go.com/forums/shows/-secret-life-american-tee...

Legion
Part One: Nemesis.

Samantha raced up her stairs. Her frozen tears thawing and falling down her face. She felt used as she slammed her bedroom door behind her. She pulled her green hoodie over her head and tossed it, landing on her computer. She yanked her black and pink stripped arm warmers off her arms and flung them, landing on her laptop. She paced the room. If this was a computer program, she could just rewrite it. She pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, unaware that she had done so. Her thumbs rapidly punched in the familiar commands, a lifetime subscription to 100 Gay porn magazines coming up! She thought. She paused for a moment and closed her cellphone and gently placed it on her bed. She couldn't go through with it. Not to him, not after all he has done for her.

She sighed and fell into her computer chair. She slowly propelled herself to spin for several moments. As she rested her head, eyes closed, she felt the self loathing bubble in her. She couldn't understand why she harbored such nasty thoughts towards Adam. What had he ever done to her? Nothing, except break her heart she concluded. She anchored her feet, and the chair made a small jerk. She lifted her head and opened her eyes, she was facing the bed, and ultimately her cell phone. The commands were in, she thought, just press send and...
“Stop it Sam,” She scolded herself. She turned the chair around and pulled her hoodie off her computers monitor. This time she flung it behind her. She pressed the monitor button. She typed in her password and entered her Email.
“You have 1337 new Emails.” her electronic voice said. She frowned as she read the titles. Free Viagra! Lower Mortgage's Today! Instant Access To Over 100 Porn Sites! Samantha quickly deleted all of them and ran her custom virus scanner. She felt violated and disgusted as she watched the scanner go through her files.
“No one sends me spam,” she said allowed. She removed her large red glasses, and rubbed her bloodshot eyes. A few minutes later a single malware software was found. She read the description and gasped when she read the name. NEMESIS. She pushed her computer chair away from the monitor, fearing it might explode. She had heard the name before, everyone in the hacker and cracker community had. She stared at the screen for several moments, unsure of what she should do. Finally she wheeled herself over to her laptop and booted it up. She quickly ran the customs can on her laptop and waited with her breath held.
“Please...” She whimpered staring intently at the screen. When the scan was done the same malware was found. “Delete!” she said as she clicked the delete button. A popup window appeared on her screen.
“Request Denied: Deleting NEMESIS would result in epic fail.” The window said. With her left hand she slowly caressed the side of her laptop as if it were a child. She exited out and tried to delete it on her computer, the same message appeared.

She stood up and slowly walked backwards, she couldn't believe it. She had desperately tried to avoid him. She hadn't broken his laws... had she? She quickly scanned her memory of anytime she had disobeyed his laws. She stumbled backwards over the foot of her bed. As she stared up, a picture of a Cat hanging partially out of an open computer tower. The caption read “IM IN UR COMPUTR HACKIN UR SISTEM”
She laughed, the image always did the trick. But then she remembered her violation. She sat up. She couldn't understand why this happened, hadn't she stayed off his radar? She laid back down and found herself falling asleep.

She dreamt of Adam. They were walking through the park, holding hands. She felt warm and comfortable. She looked over at Adam, his smile revealing his perfect white teeth. He glanced down at her, and his smile faltered. His eyes grew tired and sad. She wanted to know why, but she couldn't get herself to speak. They continued to walk, the birds chirping lightly in the distance, the sounds of squirrels running up and down the trees blended with the children playing. Again she looked over at Adam, and squeezed his hand and smiled.. She knew right then in there, she loved him. She didn't say it allowed, fearing she would reject her. She had never allowed anyone get close to her, not after Rick. She shuddered. Adam took notice and stopped her, and then embraced her in a hug.
I Lo-Jingle Bells, Batman Smells” The voice of the Joker came out of her mouth. She frowned and opened her mouth again to speak “Robin laid an egg, the bat mobile lost a wheel” Samantha woke with a start. Her ring tone playing the Joker's Jingle bells. She remembered the dream and then cried. She finally picked up the cell phone.
“Greetings,” An electronic voice said. “Are you aware you talk in your sleep?”
“Who the hell is this?” She demanded.
“We have yet to be introduced,” the voice said. “I am Nemesis.”

Part 2: To Fight A Losing Battle

“Yeah right...” Samantha said trying to sound cool, but as she talked she felt her heart plummet. To be noticed by Nemesis was never a good thing, the stories she had heard on the Internet of how he obliterated those who oppose his cause. “Nemesis making a house call? Get real.” The other end remained silent. She put her cell phone and speaker and quickly tried to see if her cell phone had been compromised. It hadn't.
“Your computers are infected with the NEMESIS Malware, am I right?” The electronic voice said. Samantha frowned. “I'll take that as a yes.”
“Adam is this you?” Samantha said. “This your little revenge for me getting angry with you? Look I am sorry but you just don't come out to your girlfriend like that!” Samantha said and wished she hadn't. She knew better then this. Adam wasn't computer smart, she often had to dumb down basic instructions to him. His computer had received a nasty virus, the Unit6, which distributed all documents to random places on the web. When she did a proper scan, she discovered several hundred vicious viruses.
“Go to your computer and type in this number sequence.” Nemesis said. “Are you at your computer?” Samantha jumped from her bed and plopped down in her computer chair. She exited out of the virus scanner and waited for her instructions. After a few moments Nemesis spoke again “421337563”
“Where at?” Samantha asked unsure
“Anywhere.” Nemesis said. Even though his voice was electronic, she could hear the annoyance in his voice. She shivered, the stories of him being impatient always left someone on the end of a cruel and twisted joke. She punched the numbers with the keypad. A small black window appeared, a single blinking underscore appeared. Several lines of text appeared.

Unit7: Dude this is lame.
Sh@deHax: Ha! Serves you right.
Nemesis: We have a guest.
Unit7: srsly?

“Are you going to introduce yourself?” Nemesis said casually. The conversation stopped, apparently they were waiting for her. She slowly typed her introduction, but kept pressing the backspace. She couldn't figure out what was going on. At last she decided on something simple.

NightStalker: Hello?
Unit7: The NightStalker?
Sh@deHax: Interesting.
Nemesis: Good enough.
NightStalker: Whats going on?
Unit7: Dude I thought she wasn't a noob -_-
Nemesis: As our world grows more integrated with technology, as the Internet becomes the hub of all connection, the use of this technology grows more dangerous. Are you aware of the Tokyo attack in 2013?
NightStalker: Yeah, Tokyo was effectively shut down. Firefighters responding to wrong addresses, same with all emergency. A total of 33 people died.
Unit7: Yo Sh@de, check this out.
Nemesis: Do you remember the Chicago Disaster of 2015?
Sh@adeHax: lmao thats hillarious!
NightStalker: How is leaking the Mayors documents your Jurisdiction?
Unit7: ….
Sh@deHax: ….
Nemesis: Everything within the Internet and Technology itself /is/ my domain. These hackers did not just leak the documents, they created them. Chicago was a ticking time bomb after the Parker Gang Rape trial. Are you aware of it?
NightStalker: three harvard bound African-American's were on trial for several counts of rape.
Nemesis: After they were sentenced to jail, the place became a powder keg. These hackers faked documents, faked bank transactions, all to make it appear that the trial was rigged.
Nemesis: Hacking used to mean something. It was for the thrill of the challenge. To seek out knowledge. All we wanted was to learn. Now?
NightStalker: As long as technology exists, as long as it can be used for greed. People will exploit it.
Unit7: Don't forget the lulz!
Sh@deHax: We are Legion, for we are many.
Nemesis: This is true. But that doesn't mean we can't fight a losing battle. Give them hell.
NightStalker: There are only four of us, if I join.
Nemesis: We Are Legion, For We Are Many. Soon this motto will ring true. Will you join us?
NightStalker: I... Don't know.

Samantha terminated the conversation and leaned back against her chair. She brushed her large red glasses up towards her forehead and rubbed her eyes. Samantha looked outside the window, snow was being blasted against the window. Feeling cold she got up from the computer and found her blanket. She curled up on her bed, her cell phone resting near her head. She had heard things about Nemesis, the stories they told were of a cruel madman. A friend of hers had once told her that he shut down a bank and released critical financial data to the world. The Government quickly stepped in and blocked his attempts. From their brief conversation, it sounded like he was trying to fight against evil. Before Samantha fell asleep, she felt her bed springs depress as four small feet crept across her bed. She turned on her side. Her cat , sleek and black, was sauntering over towards her. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Samantha wondered if fighting a losing battle was worth it.

Part 3: Jason Young

Samantha woke to the sound of something crashing downstairs. The remnants of her dream of Government Agents busting down her door, startled her awake. She quickly threw the covers off of her and scrambled off the bed. She ignored her cats hissing as she turned her monitors on. A box appeared asking for a password. Before she could think her fingers were typing. Before she hit the enter button, she paused and listened. Silence. She hung her head in embarrassment. She quickly deleted the code and turned the monitor off. Like a zombie she stood up and slowly walked over towards her bed, the adrenaline she had felt seconds before had dissipated just as fast. She fell onto her bed, face first.

She laid like that, just wanting to go back to sleep, yet the image of the government agents filled her mind. Although her her computers were relatively clean, if a new prosecutor wanted to make himself a name, they could easily turn her out to be a true cyber criminal. She considered for a moment to delete everything on her hard drive. She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the Lolcat poster. To much work.

She left her room and entered the bathroom for her morning routine; take a quick shower, brush and floss, and get dressed. As she stepped out of the shower something from downstairs caught her attention. A thick aroma of pancakes. She quickly dried her hair and ran her brush through it. Satisfied she quickly dressed, a black shirt with “For The Lulz” clearly printed across her chest, and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans. Just as she was about to descend the stairs, her face felt empty. She laughed, and went back into her room to retrieve her over sized red glasses. Before she put them on she caught herself in her dressers mirror. She was no longer seeing Adam and she began to wonder if she should continue to wear them. Could she live with a daily reminder of the loss of her first love. Slowly she slid them on. She just didn't look the same without them.

As she ran down the stairs she the sounds of two men laughing caught her attention. A trap? She thought. She froze and considered how easy it would be to turn around and delete everything. But the laughter sounded friendly, and the pancakes making her mouth water. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh.
“You remember the 2012 scare?” a familiar voice asked, laughing.
“How could I forget?” An unfamiliar voice replied, laughing. Samantha entered the Kitchen and saw two men. She immediately recognized the source of the familiar voice, John Blackwood. Everything about John looked average, except for the long scar that ran from the right side of the forehead and down diagonal across his face. The other man was a lot smaller then John, yet he commanded an air of authority.
“December 21, 2012,” John said laughing.
“What happened?” Samantha asked as she took a seat on the end of the table. John and the other guy were sitting across from each other. “Other then the world not ending?” They looked at her and smiled at her knowingly.
“Hey Sam, sleep alright?” John asked as he stood up. “Pancakes?” Samantha nodded, but John was already fixing her a small stack.
“I slept fine, did you get any sleep?” Sam teased, eyeing as John poured the maple syrup on her stack John smiled a little. “So, what happened?”
“I see your manners haven't improved,” The man said, ignoring Samantha's question completely.
“What? Oh right.” John said as he placed the plate in front of Samantha. “Sam, this is George Young. Director of the CTU.” Samantha froze, every hacker knew those acronyms. Cyber Terrorism Unit. “You alright?” He asked concerned. Samantha shook her head and slowly began to cut at her pancakes, finding her appetite gone.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Young.” Sam said smiling.
“George will do.” George said, taking a bite out of his own stack. They sat their in silence, each eating their own breakfast. Sam quickly found her appetite, something about the pancakes were different then normal.
“These are good,” Sam said, “who made them?”
“Old family recipe,” George said smiling. When they were done eating. John and George continued to talk amongst themselves, and when the year 2012 came up, she remembered her question.
“So whats the big deal about 2012?” Sam asked, again the conversation went dead. They shared a glance.
“They can't tell you,” a voice said. It was small and quiet. Most importantly it was cold. “Not in any specific details of course.”
“Jason!” George said surprised. “When did you get back?” There was a chilling laugh.
“I never left, been here enjoying my pancakes.” Samantha turned around in her seat. Jason was pale, with black hair. His face was blank, while his eyes showed contempt. Jason was standing behind her, his back leaning against the wall. She walked right past him, and she didn't even notice. She shivered.
“Sorry...” George said embarrassed.
“No need,” Jason said. He pushed off the wall and walked past Samantha and sat next to her father. In his hand he had a small plate, a single pancake on it. “I like that I can be invisible. It has suited me just nicely.” using his fork, he cut into his pancake and took a small bite.
“Why can't they talk about it?” Samantha asked quietly. Jason froze, and turned to her.
“For the lulz of course,” He said nodding towards her shirt. Samantha quickly covered her chest. “Never understood why a girl would wear something that would bring attraction towards her breasts, only to be angry about someone taking notice.” His voice was calm and emotionless. Samantha looked down at her shirt and blushed. John and George, sitting quietly up until then, busted out in laughter. Jason shrugged. “The reason they are not allowed to discuss it is that former President Gerald would not like the idea of the Oval office computer being loaded with Gay Porn. There was a rumor that spread through the underworld quickly that a virus was going to destroy the cyber world. That it would be Armageddon of sorts. Turns out nothing happened, except one network being overloaded with Gay Porn.” Jason shrugged as he took another bite.
“Wait, didn't he admit to being gay 2 years after his presidency?” Samantha asked. “What happens in the White House, stays in the White House.” Samantha said.
“It does make you wonder though what happened to the virus then,” Jason said.
“Impossible, no way a hacker could do that.” John said. Samantha saw a flash if irritation on Jason's face, she almost thought she imagined it.
“Let us hope...” Jason said. Samantha quickly forgot about the 2012 incident. She found herself focusing on Jason. Everything about him scared her. She tried to analyze him, as if he were a computer program. Yet everything she came up with scared her. If she had to picture a monster in human form, it would be Jason.
“Whats with the glasses?” Jason asked, startling Samantha.
“What? Oh. They were a gift from my ex.” Samantha hated saying that. Her Ex. She felt her eyes tear up a little.
“You and Adam break up?” John said. Sam nodded. “Sorry to hear that, his loss.” He said cheerfully. Samantha found herself wanting to laugh and cry at the same time. “Well George our conference is going to start soon. Sam, could you make sure Jason doesn't get bored?” Sam nodded. The two men got up and left the room. For awhile the two of them sat, slowly eating their food.
“What do you know about Nemesis?” Jason asked.