Freddie sat by her bed. He looked awful; he only had a few scrapes, but many bruises. The ER doctor originally thought he had a broken wrist when he first came in, but x-rays showed otherwise. His wrist was still wrapped up, a bad sprang was all. But he was also very pale. This wasn't from the accident though; it was from his worry and guilt over his friend's condition.

She suffered the worst from the accident. She too had bruising and scrapes, but she was also unconscious. She had been that way since he found her. Her doctor said she had a severe concussion, and they were worried if she didn't wake soon, she may slip into a coma.

Carly was sitting on the other side of Sam's bed. She was so worried for both of her friends, but now she was more worried about Freddie than Sam. Sam was a fighter, always had been, always will be. Freddie, he worried and over analyzed everything. She knew he was putting way too much guilt on himself, and she was worried what he might do. She wasn't sure how she could help Freddie. She knew no mattered what she said now, he would turn it around to put the blame on himself. But she had to try. She was at risk of losing one friend, nearly crying again at that thought, she refused to lose both.

"Freddie," her voice cracked. She realized this was the first time she had really spoken since breaking down in the ER waiting room. Her throat was dry and coarse from her sobbing.

"Don't Carly," he spat out, but won't look at her. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam. She looked weaker than he had ever thought she could be.

"Freddie," she pushed through, "stop blaming yourself. The other driver veered into your lane. He was driving straight at you. You had to swerve or you would have hit him head on. You had no choice. He was drunk. He's been arrested. He did this not you. " She was whisper-screaming, but knew if she didn't get through to him, he wasn't going to forgive himself. Yes Freddie was driving, of course he was, but that didn't mean he deserved the blame.

Freddie swallowed hard before he uttered his next sentence, "So whose fault was it she was with me on that road."

"Freddie, she made you take her."

"NO, STOP! Don't you dare blame her!" Freddie spat through clenched teeth. "I didn't have to give in. I could have ignored her. I could have walked into my apartment. I knew better, but I wanted to impress her. Show her for once I wasn't the nub she always accuses me of being."

"I'm not blaming Sam. But that's what you two do. You goat each other on. She harasses and teases you until you give in to prove yourself. You tease and challenge her until she gives in. It's not a bad thing. It's yours and Sam's thing. It what you two do. Freddie!" She nearly screamed to get him to finally look at her instead of Sam, "It was an accident, that's all. It happens and it's going to be okay."

Freddie just let out a sarcastic chuckle, and bored his eyes into Carly, "Sam could end up in a coma or dead. Nothing will ever be okay if that happens."

More tears leaked from Carly's eyes, though she didn't let out an audible cry. There was no way that was happening. Sam would never allow that to happen. She was going to wake up. Carly knew it, or at least that was what she had to believe to get through this night.

Carly couldn't continue speaking after Freddie's last statement. She just squeezed Sam hand harder willing Sam to wake up.

But all Freddie could do was replay that night's events in his head leading up to the accident.

~~Flashback~~

Freddie got off the elevator and nearly skipped to his apartment. Not really manly at all, but Freddie was too excited to care. He knew he could do it. He never had doubted himself once that he could do this! Spencer had his doubts though and let Freddie know them, but Freddie told Spencer not to worry. Now he had done it, and couldn't wait to let Spencer know. After all, it was because of Spencer's help he was able to accomplish his goal. Now the hard part. Letting his mom know what he had done. There was no way she would accept this chapter in his life. Hell, she's probably ground him until his 5th life, if that was even possible. Well, he didn't really need to tell her. It wasn't like he was going to do this all the time, just because he could. It was just something he really wanted to do for himself. He had always wanted to do this since Spencer had gotten his. Maybe his mom won't find out.

He rounded the corner of the hallway and was about to enter his apartment when the door across the hall opened. Freddie panicked a little trying to hide the evidence from whoever was coming out. And to his demise it was the person he was dreading that appeared in the hallway. Why her, why not Carly. He could handle Carly's interrogation, but not the blonde's.

"Hey Fredlump, what's happening?" Freddie had his back to the blonde, fiddling with his keys, hopping she wouldn't notice what he was trying to tuck away from her view.

"Ah, Freddly, what are you doing?" Sam noticing Freddie's uncomfortable stance.

"Nothing Sam, just trying to get my door open."

"No, you are hiding something from Mama, aren't you?" sarcasm clearly traced in her voice.

"Right, what could I possibly be trying to hide from you?" Freddie still had his back to Sam as he was talking to her. "I'm a nub remember? I would never have anything that would interest you."

"That's right, so why hide whatever it is your hiding from me."

"Sam, I don't have time for this, I have homework to do. So I'll see you tomorrow." Freddie hastily spoke as he opened his door.

But unfortunately he wasn't fast enough for Sam. She grabbed his shoulders and sprung him around towards her. Then she saw it. It was a helmet. Not a bicycle helmet, football helmet, or any kind of helmet she expected a nerd like him to be carrying, but a motorcycle helmet. Actually she recognized this helmet.

"Why do you have Spencer's helmet?"

"Ah-I-well, I just do okay?"

"No, not okay. What do you have Spencer's helmet? What could you possibly need it for? Ah, were you using it hoping to protect yourself from the football team's beating?" Sam said holding back a laugh.

Freddie getting irritated at her teasing replied a little harshly, "No, if you must know I just got done taking my motorcycle driving test. Oh, in case you care, I aced it!"

Now Sam was nearly doubled over in laughter, "Yeah. Right. You. Driving a moto-cycle!" Sam managed to squeak out between uncontrollable laughter.

Now Freddie was beyond irritated, he was downright mad. "Yes Sam, I've been taking lessons from Spencer for about a month and today I took my test and passed." Then Freddie pulled his wallet from his back pocket and ripped his license from it; shoved inches away from Sam's eyes.

Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. Freddie, Frednub Benson had a motorcycle license.

"What the h-, Benson! What made you think you could ride a motorcycle?" Sam nearly screamed pulling Freddie's license from his hand to examine it closer.

Freddie just struggle smugly and said, "It just something I've wanted to do for awhile. I've always loved motorcycles. I guess you could call it a hobby of mine. I asked Spencer to teach me. He was hesitant at first, but when I told him my mom never needed to know, he was in. So he's been helping me when Carly and you thought I was staying late at AV meetings. And today, I decided it was time to take my test."

Sam stared at Freddie with an open mouth, then remembered something. "Wait, you're 17. The only way you could even be allowed to take the test is to have parent permission. How did you get your mom to agree to this?"

"No, you just need a parent's signature, which wasn't hard to do. With all the college applications I've been filling out, financial aid forms and so forth, some of those forms require parents' signature. So I simply slipped the driving permission form into the pile. My mom didn't bother look at all the papers she was signing. She just signed on the line and I took it with me today." The smirk on Freddie's face was so pronounce you could have seen it miles away.

"Wow! I'm impressed. Is Mama here rubbing off on you?" Sam chuckled. "Look out, Freddie's a bad boy! Now you might have chance with Carly."

"I didn't do this to impress Carly. You know that."

"Okay, so let's go."

Freddie looked at her confused, "Go where?"

"You're taking me for a ride. I've got to see 'Motorcycle Bad Boy Freddie' in action."

"I don't think that a good idea Sam. I've never had anyone on a bike with me, it's getting dark, and the roads are wet…"

"Yeah, yeah," she cut him off, "I knew you would wimp out. Same old Freddie. No adventure streak in him at all. See ya!" Sam mumbled walking away.

"I'm not a wimp! I just don't think it's a good idea," Freddie yelled after her.

Sam's head peered back around the corner in the hallway, "Whatever Fredwimp."

"Sam," Freddie nearly yelled, "You're not going to bully me into taking you for a ride."

Sam took one step back, "Oh course I'm not, that's why I'm leaving. I was on my way home. You delayed me with your nubness pretending to be a bad boy," Sam deadpanned.

Freddie grunted with frustration, "Fine, I drive you home on Spencer's motorcycle."

"Really?" Sam smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, yeah, let me get Carly's helmet for you."

"Nah, I don't need it."

Freddie got in Sam's face, "Yes you do," he said calmly but authoritatively. "There's no way you're going to talk me out of that. If you want a ride home, you WILL wear a helmet or no deal. I'm not going to change my mind on this."

"So you aren't sure of your diving abilities if you think I need to wear a helmet, huh?"

"No! I'm just not taking any chance with your life. Better to be safe than sorry," Freddie replied.

"Wow! You sound like your mom."

"Girls who insult me don't get a ride on a motorcycle," Freddie sing-sung.

Sam just rolled her eyes before replying sarcastically, "Oh Freddie, I'm sorry. I should have never questioned your driving abilities."

"Better," Freddie smirked back. "Let's get Carly's helmet."

Freddie opened Carly's door and called out to Spencer. After Spencer congratulated Freddie on acing his driving test, Freddie told him he was going to give Sam a ride home and would like to borrow his bike. Spencer was hesitated at first, but with Freddie reminding him how he aced his test and Sam's nagging, Spencer gave in. He handed his keys and Carly's helmet over to Freddie.

Sam and Freddie nearly ran all the way to the parking garage of Bushwell Plaza, jumping on Spencer's hog (A/N: who doesn't know 'hog' is a reference to motorcycles). Freddie started up the engine and revved it a few time trying to impress Sam. She just laughed a little at Freddie's attempts to impress her, but she didn't tease sure he wouldn't give her a ride if she went too far with her teasing. Sam always loved riding on motorcycles, ever since her dad took her on her first motorcycle ride at age 5.

Before they took off, Sam told Freddie to take the long way home. She wanted to enjoy this ride for as long as she could. Freddie agreed smiling back thinking about how much he loved to ride. Just as Freddie was about to take off, Sam wrapped her arms around Freddie's waist. Freddie knew this gesture was not because she wanted to hold him close to her, it was to stay safe. But still he enjoyed the feeling of Sam's arms around him.

Being in Seattle there were some great scenic routes through the back roads of forests. Even though it was sunset and they wouldn't be able to see much forest, Freddie knew Sam would still enjoy the ride. It would defiantly take twice as long to get to Sam's house, and there would probably be little traffic at this time.

For most of the ride, Freddie could practically feel Sam's smile as she enjoyed herself. Once they got onto the deserted 2-lane scenic road, Sam got a little anxious. Freddie was driving a respectable speed, but Sam wanted to go faster.

"Hey, Freddie," Sam yelled above the sound of the engine and wind. "Go faster!"

"Sam we're going fast enough."

"Come on Freddie, live a little. Let's have some fun!"

"Sam…"

"Don't wimp out on my now. Please Freddie."

Freddie isn't sure why, maybe because you rarely, if ever, hear 'please' come from Sam, but he gave in again. Maybe he just wanted to impress her, so Freddie revved the engine and sped down the road.

Sam squealed in delight. Freddie just chuckled at her happiness. Sam encouraged him more; giving him a compliment about his driving abilities knowing it would give him the confidence to drive even fast, and it work. Freddie increased his speed again. Sam cheered even louder.

Freddie turned his head back a split second to look at Sam when he saw a bright light out of the corner of his eye. The problem was this light wasn't to the left of them as it should be for a car traveling in the opposite direction. It was coming from in front of them. This car was in their lane heading straight for them. And it didn't look as if it was going to move. Being on a motorcycle with only 1 headlight, Freddie was afraid the drive might not see them. Freddie acted fast; he swerved out of the lane, and Sam grabbed Freddie tighter. But they were on the back roads. Gravel aligned both sides of the road and it had just finished raining. The roads were slippery and with the gravel, it made it hard to maneuver. Freddie tried to keep the motorcycle steady but it was no use, Freddie felt the motorcycle was going down. Sam tighten her grip on Freddie even more, and let out a blood curling scream. Everything went black.

Freddie opened his eyes. He was in pain. He was on his back looking up. It took about 10 seconds for Freddie to remember what happened and then he was screaming out her name, "Sam!"

Freddie swiveled his head around looking for her in the darkness; repeating her name over and over. Freddie rolled over, but couldn't lift himself up off the ground. He was in pain and weak from the crash. He pulled his helmet off and frantically kept looking for Sam. Then he spotted a red blur. He just now realized he wasn't seeing clearly. Freddie army crawled toward the blur praying it was Sam and she was okay.

When Freddie got closer the first part of his prayers were answered, it was Sam. He called her name over and over, but she didn't respond. When he was next to her, he saw she was unconscious. Freddie cried out in fear shaking her slightly, "Sam wake up, please wake up, please be okay." His mom's first aid training kicked in and he checked her for a pulse and to see if she was breathing. She was doing both and Freddie let out a small sign of relief. Freddie put his arm around her waist, laid his head on her shoulder, and let his tears fall.

Freddie wasn't sure if he lost consciousness again or if life somehow sped up, because he only remembered a few events after the crash. There were many mumbled voices around Sam and him. Then he was in the back of an ambulance; he was in the hospital being asked many questions about how he was and what happened. His requests to know about Sam's condition were being ignored. He was being carted around to different part of the hospital for tests, which he really didn't care about. Finally after much yelling he was given some information about Sam. He was on the phone with Spencer and Carly telling them to come to the hospital. He was retelling the story of the accident to Carly, Spencer, his mom (who Carly and Spencer brought to the hospital), and the police.

Now hours later, he was sitting next to Sam's bed knowing it was his fault she was in this state. Only his fault. He should have paid attention to his instinct and told Sam, "No way, when the road were not wet, when it was daylight, when he had more experience." Why didn't he listen to himself? Oh yeah, he's a nub like she's always telling him. Sam would be home in her bed safe, basking in the knowledge of knowing what a nub Freddie really was. He would be in his bed regretting not giving in to Sam. But she would be fine. What's so bad about being a nub or wimp? It keeps everyone safe.

A/N - So here's chapter 1. What did you think? This won't be long, probably on 2 or 3 chapters at the most. Let me know your thoughts please. And if you like it you can thank pigwiz, who encouraged me to take another risk on my writing. Thanks pigwiz!

And if you need a timeline, this would be before iOMG.