A/N: Oh. My. God. My last author's note totally contradicted with what really happened. Yes, I promised you all that I would have a new chapter up every 2 weeks or so. Well guess what? Almost 8 months have passed since I updated last, and I feel like a big, fat... weenie. I'm so sorry guys! :'(

BUUUUUT, I sure hope you're excited! Because there's a super-adorable moment in here. Yet at the same time it involves life or death. Oh shucks. *finga snap*

Anyway, here we go again, back into the mysterious journey that I like to call "Seddie". Enjoy! I will always love you! (not trying to be creepy)

DISCLAIMER: Blah.

"I'm pregnant, Sam." Carly looked down. I could tell she wanted to cry, but she held her tears in pretty well.

Sam was silent. She looked at me, then at Carly, then back at me. Then she got up and limped over to me slowly.

"Congratulations," she whispered. Her eyes darkened. "You got your wish." Then she picked up her crutches and hobbled toward the door.

"Wait, what wish? What are you talking about?" I speed-walked to her side and placed my hand on her shoulder.

"Congratulations on being a father," she repeated, raising her voice. Then she nudged my hand off her shoulder and reached for the doorknob.

"A father?" I screeched. "No, it's not-"

"Be quiet, Freddie. You've wanted Carly's love all your life." She looked away. "Now you've got it."

"Sam!" Carly and I both cried out at the same time.

"Sam, that's not true! I'm not in love with Carly, I'm in love with-" I stopped. It was too late. Sam had left.

"I can't believe this," I muttered. "This was not supposed to happen."

"I know, Freddie… but it'll all blow over soon. I know it." Carly looked at me. A sympathetic smile had spread across her face like butter on toast.

"Hey guys!" Spencer walked in through the front door. "Look what I've got!"

Carly and I both turned around at the same time. And when Carly saw what he had in his hand, she freaked.

"NO! Spencer, where did you get that?" She jumped up from the couch and grabbed the carton of eggnog that Spencer had been holding.

"Well, you see… Socko's grandma is friends with a man that makes this amazing Mexican eggnog," he explained. "I paid her forty-six bucks to smuggle some of that eggnog and give it to yours truly." He smiled and pointed to himself.

"Well, that forty-six bucks is about to go to waste." Carly dashed over to the window and threw the carton as hard as she could. Spencer immediately dropped to the floor and cried.

"You threw… my precious… out the window…" he sobbed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Sam?

"I'll get it!" I volunteered quickly. I ran to the door and flung it open eagerly. My heart sank a little when I saw who it really was.

"Ms. Gibson?" I asked, loud enough for Spencer to hear. He jumped up and hurried to my side and soon as he heard her name.

"Well, hello Charlotte." Spencer smiled in an awkwardly sultry manner and combed his hair back with his fingers. "For your information, I was not just crying on the floor because of some eggnog."

Ms. Gibson laughed, and a confused expression emerged on her face. "Well, that's… uh, wonderful, Spencer," she said. "But I need your help. Gibby went away to some wizard training school for the weekend, and Guppy's been so lonely without him here."

With that said, Guppy emerged from behind Ms. Gibson's back. He pouted sadly and gazed up at Spencer with huge puppy-dog eyes.

Spencer seemed mesmerized. "I'll do whatever you ask me to," he said in a monotone voice. He was still staring at Ms. Gibson.

Ms. Gibson got a creeped-out look on her face. "Well, um… I'd better go." She hurried away without another word.

"SPENSAH!" screamed Guppy, once his mother was gone. He ran at Spencer and tackled his legs.

"No, NO, Guppy." Spencer tried to scoot away from the chubby child. "You may NOT grab me there."

I backed toward the door. "I'm gonna go before things get-"

All of a sudden, Guppy kicked Spencer right where it hurts the most. Spencer shrieked in pain and grabbed his groin. Guppy threw his head back and laughed like an evil villain.

I knit my eyebrows and looked at Carly. "Yeah, I'm gonna go."

As I appoached my front door, I could hear my mom talking on the phone to someone. And it didn't sound good.

"What do you mean, she's missing?" I heard her say. "Why should I care? She's a juvenile delinquent. She's not my problem!"

I immediately knew that she was talking about Sam. Not wanting to hear any more, I walked away from my apartment and down the hall. I decided to go to where I always went when I needed alone-time. But when I got to the fire escape, I saw that someone was already there.

"…Sam?"

Sam jumped and turned around quickly. Her eyes turned to slits when she saw me. "Oh, it's you."

"Yeah, it's me. Your mom called my house… she said you were missing." I sat on the window's ledge. Sam was sitting right where I had sat when I got my first kiss. Memories, memories…

Sam shrugged in an I-don't-care sort of way. "So what are you doing here?" Her voice had an edge to it that was as sharp as a blade.

"I could ask you the same thing," I replied.

Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. "So what are you doing here?"

I blinked. "Sometimes I just need a place to wind down… when I feel like I need to be alone for a while."

"You wanna be alone?" Sam forced herself up onto her good foot. Then, with a shocking amount of force, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pushed me up against the fire escape railing. "I can arrange that."

"No, Sam!" I flipped around, and then she was the one up against the railing. She tried to squirm away, but I must have been too strong, because she couldn't. "I need to talk to you."

"No…" she whispered. "Push me."

"What?" I asked, letting go of her. I took a step back. What is she talking about?

"Push me over the edge."

"Why?" I cried. "I would never do that, Sam. Why would you ask me to do that?"

Sam sighed. "Fine, well if you won't put an end to me, I guess I'll do it myself." She turned around and began to crawl over the edge.

"Sam!" I shouted, trying to grasp under her arms and pull her back onto the platform. "Don't do this!"

And that's when she let go.

"SAM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My hands slipped, and Sam began to fall. But suddenly, the cast on her arm got caught in the railing. That seemed to snap her back to reality.

"Ow!" she cried out, grabbing the metal bars with her good hand. She loosened her cast from the rail and stared up at me. Her face was already streaked with tears. "Freddie, please… help me…"

I reached my arms down toward her, and she grabbed them as quickly as possible. I hoped Sam wouldn't sense my fear, but I was shaking so bad that I felt as though I were in an earthquake.

I pulled her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and clutched the back of my shirt tightly. She finally kicked her legs over the railing and then buried her face in my shirt, sobbing like I've never heard her sob before.

"Sam…" I said, my voice trembling. I touched the back of her head and slowly ran my fingers through her hair in an attempt to calm her down. "It's okay…"

Sam's heavy sobs turned to long, shaky breaths. "I can't believe I just did that…" She loosened her grip around my neck and shivered. I hugged her even tighter.

"Why would you try to commit suicide?" I asked. My lips were just centimeters away from Sam's ear, and her hair was tickling under my chin.

Sam shivered again. "Russell Clyde…" she mumbled.

I turned and looked Sam in the eye. "The senior who lives in 8-A? What about him?" I asked.

Sam sighed, and then spoke. "I was trying to walk back down to the lobby without my crutches, and I fell… and the Russell walked by, and he called me a stupid… lame… bitch…"

"You're kidding," I whispered.

Sam shook her head slowly. "I wanted to punch him so badly, but I couldn't… and he just stood there and laughed at me." Sam stepped out of the embrace. "I've never felt so helpless in my whole frickin' life."

By the time Sam finished talking, I was fuming. I couldn't believe that Russell had done that to Sam.

And now he was going to pay for it.

Uh-oh, Freddie sounds so mad, I bet he's about to pee his pants. Hee hee hee... ;D

But anyway, I want to know what you think after that eternal wait for this chapter! How'd ya like it?

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