This is a respond to QueenOfTheSpazes Spam in the Oven challenge. I had several random ideas for a Spam fic so I decided to combine them in this challenge. The Spam in the oven segment won't appear for a few chapters so just hang tight! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am simply borrowing Dan's characters for random enjoyment.

Chapter One: iHad to Leave

Sam's POV

The disgusting odor of alcohol on his breath reach my nostrils, causing my stomach to feel like it was going to loose its ham contents. Shivers ran down my spine as Mark slipped his fingers through my blonde curls.

"Get away from me," I hissed through clenched teeth feeling his tongue against the back of my neck.

My step father had somehow managed to corner me in the kitchen and my seventeen year old self was now trapped between him and the fridge. Rarely was I ever truly afraid, but at that moment I couldn't be more terrified.

"Come on you pretty little thing," he forced me around so his face was directly in front of mine and against my will he shoved his mouth onto my own.

I pushed against him as hard as I could, but the man was probably one of the few people that was stronger then me. I could feel his body press tightly up against me and his hands traveled down my body and the rest….

Spencer's POV

After putting out that morning's fire, I dressed and left my room humming randomly to a song that I couldn't remember the lyrics to…or even if it was a real song.

Carly had told me the night before that she was getting a ride from Mrs. Benson so I took the opportunity to sleep in, although it felt weird not seeing my sister off to school. Carly was the most important thing in my life and I would do anything to keep her safe and happy. I laughed aloud; it had only been a matter of time that it was Freddie who made her happy. We had all seen it coming.

I almost didn't recognize her lying on my couch, a fully dressed Sam curled up on the sofa, sweat formed on her face causing her golden locks to stick to her face. Suddenly extremely worried about the girl I rushed to her side.

"Sam?" Smoothing her dampened hair I said again, "Sam, wake up."

Groggily, her eyes opened and she glanced confused around the room, and then rested her eyes on me. "What's going on?"

I couldn't help but noticed that a slight glint of fear was in her normally tough girl eyes. "I woke up and you were here," I said running the back of my hand over her burning forehead and cheeks. "You have a fever. What happened?"

Thinking about it a moment, she answered, "I had to get away…I had to get out….so I walked here."

"That explains why you're so sick; walking all the way here in the snow." Sighing, I slipped my arms around her and lifted the drained Sam off the couch.

"Did you bring anything with you? Clothes? Pajama's perhaps?" I asked laying her down on my bed. She shook her head no. "Okay, hang tight, I'll get a pair of mine for you to where." Rummaging through my dresser I found an old pair that was too small for me, but would fit Sam.

While she changed, I ran to the kitchen to see if there was any aspirin in the apartment, luckily there was. Filling a glass with water I returned to my room to find Sam changed and sitting up tucked in under the covers.

"Take these," I handed her the pills and helped her unsteady hand bring the glass to her lips. "Now get some sleep." Snuggling her down in my odd assortment of blankets, I left to give her some peace and quiet.

She had to get away, was what she had said. But away from what? Sam had been acting differently ever since her mom had remarried six months ago. She spent even more time here with me, Carly and Freddie then she had before. So much more that I finally just gave Sam her own key and kept blankets and a pillow in the hall closet by my room for the nights she came after Carly went to sleep.

I wished she would confide in me, to tell me her fears so I could kiss them all away. Wait…did I just think what I think I thought?Sam was Carly's friend, my little sisters' best friend. I COULDN'T think of her in that way. But I did, I had ever since her mom married Mark and we had our first weekly movie night together and shared our first kiss.

The front door closed and I knew it had to be Sam. She was always over these days. I heaved a final time in the toilet before flushing it and brushing my teeth quickly. My stomach still felt nauseous, but nothing like it had a half an hour ago.

"Spencer?" she rushed to my side when I entered the living room, my color having a slight greenish tint, "What's wrong? You look awful!"

She led me over to the couch where I sunk down and said, "I learned today that you shouldn't eat stuff that glows. I feel icky."

"You ate something…"she shook her head, "Never mind, wait here."

In a matter of a few minutes she had my favorite kung fu movie in, I was wrapped snuggly in the blanket she always used and my head lay on the pillow that Sam had placed in her lap.

"Feeling better?" she asked two hours later when the credits came on.

Actually, I had forgotten all about my ickyness the moment I had laid down and she began to run her fingers through my hair. I couldn't even tell you what was happen in the movie; she was all my mind was thinking about.

"Spencer?"

I was brought back to the moment and realized she was waiting for an answer. "Yeah, loads better. Thanks Sam."

"It's the least I could do."

I couldn't help myself, she was sitting there so beautiful, her golden curls pulled half way up like she typically had it. Before I knew I was sitting up, not once taking my eyes off of her as I leaned in and our lips met. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss.

When I realized what I was doing I pulled back quickly, feeling my face growing red from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled numerous times until she pressed her fingers against my lips.

"Don't apologize. I needed it." She kissed me back with an eagerness that I fully enjoyed.

We told no one, but she showed up every Thursday night after Carly went to bed. A movie would be picked, my head would fall to her lap or hers to mine, we would watch the film and when it was over, we kissed goodnight. I'd return to my room and she slept on the couch. And that was it. It never carried farther then a simple kiss. I was by no means going to allow it to go further while she was a minor. By I couldn't help but wonder what would happen in two days when she turned eighteen.

I worked on my new sculpture of…well I really wasn't sure of what it was going to be yet, until lunch. At the moment it was an odd assortment of whatever was in the recycle bin.

"Get away from me!"

Crashing into my sculpture at the unexpected cry, I raced into the dark room where I could vaguely make out a thrashing Sam, sweaty and tangled in my blankets.

"Sam?" I called making my way to the bed, trying no to trip over anything. "Sam?"

I'd never seen her so afraid before, lowering myself down onto the bed she shot up into my arms. Holding her gently I hushed her softly, the same way I would when Carly woke up from a nightmare when she was little. "Its okay, Sam, you're safe. I've got you."

Not once had I ever seen Sam cry, but now, her frightened sobs were causing her so much pain she shook in my grasp. Pulling her up from the bed I sat her in my lap and rocked her softly, hoping it would ease the fears that had consumed her.

Finally, her crying ceased and she was taking in deep breaths in order to calm her self.

"What time is it?" she asked.

Shrugging I said, "I don't know. I left my cell on the kitchen table."

"What happen to the clock on your dresser? I know you had one."

Oh yeah, the "Wake Up Spencer" segment, "Not anymore…" I answered slowly.
Turning her tired eyes up to me she asked, "What did you do to it?"

She knew me all too well and I replied cheerfully and pointed to the object, that used to be a normal clock, "I tuned it into that octopus."

Relieved that she laughed at my late night creation, I pulled away and cupped Sam's face in my hands, removing the last bits of her tears away with my fingers. "Are you alright? I've never seen you so scared."

Saying nothing, Sam rested her head back against my chest causing me to worry about her very un "Sam" like behavior.

"Promise me something?" her voice quivered.

"Anything," I said.

"Don't make me go back there," she lifted her head to look into my eyes, "I can't live in that house anymore."

What could I say? Legally, I couldn't promise her such a thing until Saturday and she was an adult. But she was so upset I promised.

"Don't worry, Sam. I won't let anything happen to you. I swear it."

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Let me know what you think and if you have any random ideas for something you'd like to see later on in the fic!

~FlyingFerret