Hi guys. So, this is a little thing I wrote after rewatching iSaved Your Life. I thought of twisting the plot around as in- how would the story change if Sam and Freddie were together at the time Freddie pushed Carly out of the way of the oncoming taco truck? Note- this story is going to be OOC. Carly, Freddie, and especially Sam will be different- Carly will be more of a psychotic bitch- Freddie more comforting- and Sam will be more vulnerable. Now- I've planned this to be less than ten chapters, probably 5 or 6, so we'll see how it goes. Enjoy.
The air is warm- wrapping around us like a blanket. Today is a particularly nice day in Seattle- no rain, no clouds, just pure sunshine. I may be the only one enjoying it- however. Carly isn't happy at all- mainly because she looks like an idiot in that bunny suit. If someone were to come up to you- in a bunny suit of all things- and ask to brush your teeth for a dollar, you'd be more than freaked out, don't you think?
She hasn't had much luck with the dare, and I'm still dissolving in hysterics- leaning closer to my boyfriend so I won't stumble. Who is my boyfriend, you may ask?
Fredward Benson.
I know, I'm shocked too. But things were never the same after we kissed on the fire escape- and they got especially awkward when Carly found out about our kiss. Needless to say- I'd liked him for a while- and the feeling was mutual. We've been dating for around seven months, and honestly- I couldn't be happier. Freddie understands me like no one else. I think I love him.
"This is classic," Freddie murmurs in my ear- motioning toward Carly's annoyed gait. She's walking fast on purpose, huffing and groaning. Freddie points his camera at her, muttering a quiet 'shhh' in my ear. I clench my teeth to hold back a giggle, nodding slightly.
"Are you filming me?!"
Carly whips around, her eyes blazing. Freddie's eyes widen, as he scrambles for an excuse. "No!" He cries. "Sam and I are just looking at pictures."
Carly scoffs. "I doubt that. Turn the camera off!"
"But-"
"OFF!"
Freddie sighs and does as she says. He clasps my hand in his free one, leaning up to kiss my head. "I got some great footage already," he whispers.
In a matter of moments, Freddie's head snaps up, his eyes wide. "CARLY! RUN!"
His piercing scream cuts through the air, but it doesn't seem to get through to the brunette in front of us. Freddie turns to me, his eyes dark with fear. "Hold this." He pushes his camera into my arms and darts into the street.
For a moment, it seems like time is frozen. A loud thump cuts through the air, and I hear Carly shriek. But when I look back, my heart stops.
Freddie is lying on the ground- motionless and bleeding. He pushed Carly out of the way of the oncoming taco truck- but that means he was the one hit.
"FREDDIE!"
I can't breathe. I can't tear my eyes away from the scene. Somehow- my legs get the message- to move, and in a matter of seconds, I'm kneeling beside his body, tears burning in my eyes.
Another body appears beside me, and I can hear heavy breathing. "I called an ambulance," Carly mumbles. "Oh god, Freddie."
My boyfriend looks awful. He's bleeding from a wound on his head, and I think he has a broken leg- possibly even more. He's breathing- my fingers are pressed to his left arm- and his pulse is strong and steady.
"I'm not leaving him," I declare. "Go…go get Spencer. And call his mom." I don't know what to do anymore. All I can do is stare at the body of my boyfriend- probably the bravest person ever. He risked his life to save Carly's. What if…this is his way of indicating that he loves her, not me?
I shake my head furiously. Now isn't the time to think about that. Freddie is the most important thing right now. His hand jerks, and my eyes widen even more- if possible.
"Freddie…?" I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks. I lean down and kiss his hand gently. "Are you awake, Freddie?"
He blinks heavily, and finally- those cocoa orbs- that I love so much- finally open. "S-Sam…?"
"Shhh," I whisper, a small smile lacing my features. "Don't try to talk- you're hurt."
"Is Carly okay?"
"Yeah baby, she's fine. Don't worry. She went to get Spencer and your mom."
Freddie looks up at me- specifically the tears staining my cheeks. He reaches up with his left hand, and uses his thumb to wipe away my tears. "Don't cry," he murmurs. "I love you. I'm gonna be okay."
Sirens invade my ears and I give him a wistful smile. "You're gonna be alright. They're here."
He nods slightly, wincing. "Don't move," I order, leaning down to kiss him. He kisses back weakly, before I pull away.
Thudding feet storm through the crowd and when I look up- three paramedics are beside us- wheeling a stretcher between them.
"Can you move away from him? We need to get him up on the gurney," One of them says to me. She looks sincere- so I nod, kissing Freddie's cheek- before stepping back. He's lifted onto the stretcher- and that's when I rush back to his side, desperately clutching at his injured hand.
"I love you, Sam," he mumbles. "I'm sorry."
And then his eyes drift shut, and all is still.
Thanks for reading- I'd love to know what you thought.
-Neha
