A/N: So I'm bored. So I wrote this.

Summary: Freddie's a psychiatrist, and he's never had problems with his clients. Until now. SEDDIE! :D

FPOV:

I was a psychiatrist. One of the best in Seattle. Everybody in the nation asked me to work in their businesses. But I decided to stay in Seattle. I decided to stay in the place I grew up in. Clients came in and out, saying the craziest of things, but I never had nightmares about it. I never felt uncomfortable or scared. I loved my job. I loved what I did. But it's not the first thing I loved. Something else was. But that's in the past. And it's gone. Or so I thought.

"Dr. Benson? Are you ready for your new client?" Jackie yelled.

"Yes, Jackie. Send her in." I say, reviewing the file of this client.

In walked a slim lady, dressed in a short skirt and a buttoned blouse. One look at her and you'd think she was utterly normal. Her hair, beautifully blonde, was tied back in a ponytail. She slowly strides to her seat, and gracefully sat down.

"Hello, Mrs.…" I start, fumbling for the papers on the file.

"Mrs. Roslyn." She replies, and twiddles with her thumbs.

"Ah. Well, Mrs. Roslyn, good morning. Why do you visit me?" I ask, ready to get going.

"Um…" she starts, nervous. She takes a deep breath. "I-I'm going to talk about m-my childhood."

"Okay, well, you may start…"

She clears her throat. "You see, I'm getting married soon, and I really just want to clear my mind before-"

"Um," I glance to find the lady's first name, "Selena? You don't need to tell me why you are here. I'm going to help you conquer your past, so you can live on with your life. Okay?"

Selena nodded. She opened her mouth, and started again.

"My real name is Samantha." She says hoarsely.

I freeze.

"Samantha?" I say, and my voice comes out clean and nonchalant, whereas inside I could barely breathe.

"Yes."

I nod and clear my throat. She can't be the Samantha. She moved. Fifteen years ago. As I flood my mind with these thoughts, my breathing slowly returns, and I convince myself she isn't who I think she is. I nod for her to continue, and she does.

The session is over, and I slump back in my chair, relieved as soon as the slender figure disappears out of my office.

"Is everything okay, Freddie?" Jackie asks, as she comes in and sits in the same chair Samantha sat on.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just… tired, that's all." I reply, and Jackie nods.

"Well, I'm closing up. You coming?" she asks, standing back up.

I nod and stand, following closely behind as she locks all the doors.

I walk to my apartment, sluggishly closing the door behind me when I step inside. I yawn, and I shrug off my coat. It lands like a heap on the floor. I rub my eyes, heavy with sleep. I find my bed, and I collapse on it, drifting to sleep instantly.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Samantha! Happy Birthday to you!" everyone sings, as they gather around a small little girl, her shiny blond hair flops side to side, giggling, as they bring a cake in front of her. "Happy Birthday, sweetie." an old lady says, kissing the blonde's forehead. The blonde grins, her two front teeth missing. Then suddenly, the door barges open, and a crazed mid-twenties lady steps inside, running to the blonde, and yanking her up. The old lady, wide-eyed, is frozen in shock, but quickly reacts and grabs the blonde's free arm. The blonde is howling in pain now, as she is thrust from side to side, as the women struggle to fight for the girl.

"Stop!" the old lady yells, "Don't do this to her! You are hurting her!"

"She's my daughter! I deserve to have her!" the younger woman shouts, getting a better grip, and yanking hard.

The old lady falls over the table, sending cups and plates scattering everywhere, and the blonde collapses in the mid-twenties lady's arms. The crazed woman flees, knocking dazed children down in the process. She swings the door open, and runs off, leaving the old lady behind.

"No!" the old lady screams over and over again. But it's too late. The little blonde is gone.

I wake with a start. I'm panting, gasping for breath. Sweat slides down my forehead. When I gather my breath, and look at the clock. It read three o' clock in the morning. I sigh and fall back, silently praying to not have the same dream again. I doze off, and thankfully, I didn't have the same dream.

A/N: Pleaaassseee review! It makes my day! XD