Second chapter! Yay me!

There isn't going to be all that much action in this chapter, mostly a lot of internal thoughts about what's happened since the show ended and where they are now. The next chapter will be way more action.

Oh, just to warn you, there will be a lot of Freddie/ Carly sibling bonding moments. That's how I see Carly and Freddie, brother and sister.

Oh, and if anyone know Spencer's age, please tell me. I put it as about eight years older than Carly, so he'd be around twenty three or twenty four in the series.

Disclaimer- I still don't own it.


Old Friends and Enemies

Mrs. Benson knew that that Shay girl was bad news. Any person whose mother was a… well, Mrs. Benson didn't approve of the appropriate word, but it was true. Her mother was one. And Carly was probably going to end up just like her mother had. Ruining some other poor woman's life and leaving her with absolutely nothing. If she ever had any kids, they'd probably be left in the same situation that she was in. All alone and in the care of neighbors or grandparents, which is what they should have done with Carly. Spencer just wasn't responsible at all.

Mrs. Benson sighed and gazed out of the kitchen window and into the busy streets below. Had it really been ten whole years since her Edward had left? It really did seem just like yesterday to her. It felt just like yesterday too. The pain was still there, it hurt so much that she would almost cry just like it actually was yesterday that he left the two of them, by which she meant herself and Freddie.

"Hey, mom, I'm going over to Carly's. I'll be back after dinner." Called Freddie, who was her only son and the center of her universe.

Mrs. Benson certainly did not like the fact that her son was still hanging out with that Shay girl. The only person that Mrs. Benson hated more than that Shay girl and her brother and mother was that other girl, Sam Puckett. Sam was a bad egg and everybody knew it. She had been arrested and was recklessly violent and cruel, especially to her little Fredward.

She couldn't help but remember how at graduation, Sam had decided to cut a hole in the back of Freddie's gown, completely embarrassing him in front of all of his classmates. Mrs. Benson's crying had only intensified after that little incident. All she thought about was how cute his little but still was even though he wasn't a baby anymore.

Maybe now that Freddie was home for Memorial Day weekend and the summer, she could convince him to stay here in Seattle instead of going back to USC in the fall. Her little Fredward was studying Engineering and Movie Production there. She was so proud. Of course, she would be prouder if he was back at home with her, but she could always convince him to come back. She didn't think that it would really be too hard to do.


Freddie, out of habit, knocked loudly on the door of the Shay's apartment. He hoped Carly still up for a change. She had been sleeping a lot after Spencer's accident: usually taking naps all afternoon and then in bed by eight or nine that evening. Freddie was pretty worried about her; she hardly ate anything and always looked like she hadn't slept even though that was all she seemed to be doing now.

He couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. He had been to the hospital and seen Spencer for him self and he wasn't looking all that bad. Yeah, his color was a little off and he was pretty scraped up from road burn he got from skidding so far on the road, but considering the fact that he had pretty much jumped from the back of a moving semi on the free way, he wasn't all that shabby. He really should have been dead if the universe was fair.

He heard the lock on the apartment door coming undone. Carly opened the door and Freddie had to hold back a gasp. She really did look absolutely terrible.

"Freddie, what are you doing?" asked Carly groggily

"Well, I was planning about hearing about your first year of college, but I think I'll make you something to eat instead." Said Freddie

"Thanks. I called Sam, she's coming over in about fifteen minutes after she's done seeing a movie with Melanie." Said Carly

"Yeah. Melanie isn't coming too, is she?" questioned Freddie nervously

"Don't worry, she's not." Said Carly

Melanie's boarding school had graduation about two weeks before Ridge Way had theirs which meant that Melanie had had enough time to come to Sam, Carly, and Freddie's graduation. Freddie still hadn't believed that she was real until he looked out from the stage to glare at Sam for cutting a hole in his gown and saw Sam laughing with Carly and Melanie giggling with her mother. That had certainly been one embarrassing graduation party.

"What do you want me to make? I can do spaghetti, tacos, maybe some chicken… Oh, god, I'm sorry, Carly. I didn't mean to…" said Freddie as Carly let out a sob after hearing the words "Spaghetti" and "Tacos" right next to each other.

"No, no, it's okay. I'm being a bit overly sensitive. Thank you, though." Whispered Carly as she wiped at her eyes

"How about I just order some Chinese food for us and maybe some ribs for Sam?" asked Freddie, as he got out the take out menu for the Chinese restaurant just down the street and the other menu for the bar -be -que place that Sam liked.


Believe it or not, Samantha Puckett did not end up in jail like everyone expected her to. Actually, she was quite the Hollywood success. That's right, Sam went Hollywood. Kind of. Well, not really, but she lived there so she was kind of a Hollywood star.

Sam Puckett actually preferred to be called by her specific profession of "Comedian" and a successful one to boot.

You see, after barely two months of being out of high school, Comedy Central had signed her to do a couple of local gigs, a "Comedy Central Presents" show, and a "Blue Collar" comedy tour with Larry The Cable Guy, Jeff Foxworthy, Ron White, and Bill Engvall.

But the very best part of the entire deal was that when they went to Kansas City, Kansas, they got to go to an all you can eat rib restaurant. And it was on the company's tab. Needless to say, Sam was absolutely thrilled and managed to set a new rib eating record.

Life on the road was pretty nice and a lot of fun. Sure, it was hard to date when you found a cute guy, but at least if he turned out to be a total nub there was a way and an excuse for why things couldn't continue. Plus, if he tried to stalk you, you could just draw up a new touring schedule.

Now she was back in Seattle to see her mom, her sister Melanie, and some old friends of hers. And of course she was going to see Spencer. That boy was like her older brother: maybe even the father she had never really had. And now he was in the hospital after a brutal motorcycle accident that seemed to have involved a flat bed semi, a ramp, and a fruit pop.

In all honesty, she really didn't want to know exactly what it was he had done to himself. That boy was really truly nuts and it was an all out miracle that he was still alive after all these years of doing crazy stunts and now this to top it all off.

Sam quickly threw open the door to the Shay's apartment and yelled at the very top of her voice: "Honey, I'm finally ho- o- me!" to Carly and Freddie, who, just like she expected, turned around and jumped up to greet her.

What she wasn't expecting, however, was for Carly to be crying hysterically.

"Fredward, what the hell did you do to her?" yelled Sam

"I didn't do anything, okay! I don't know what wrong!" Freddie yelled back while rolling his eyes at the blonde

"Well, you must have done something, Freddie!" Sam screeched back

"Or maybe it was just you showing up like you did!" retorted Freddie

"How did I show up, huh? Please, enlighten me, Freddie?" Sam yelled sarcastically

"Look, just stop it! None of this is going to get Spencer a kidney, okay!" snapped Carly, not realizing what she had said.


"Wait, what did you just say? Spencer needs a kidney?" gasped Sam

"Why didn't you tell us, Carly?" questioned Freddie

"I- I- I- I don't know, okay. It just slipped out!" wailed Carly as she collapsed onto the couch

"Wait, is Spencer really doing that bad? I thought he was going to recover?" asked Sam as she sat beside her best friend on the familiar old couch

"Yeah, when I saw him he seemed to be doing pretty good for a guy who rode a motorcycle off of a moving semi." Stated Freddie as he too sat down next to Carly on the couch that Spencer had never bothered to throw away


Carly had graduated Ridge Way with quite a few scholarship offers, just like Freddie had. She also had a whole lot of acting job offers, including her own talk show, sitcom, and a few variety shows. In the end, however, she had settled on studying acting at UCLA on the Santa Barbara campus.

Afternoons on the sunny beach, palm trees, movie stars all over the place, and a near celebrity status among many of the locals made her college experience more than fulfilling and fun: it made it the very best year of her life so far. Besides, she even managed to get herself invited to a couple of star studded events and parties. Some of the major celebrities were asking for her autograph! Things really couldn't have gotten much better. She thought.

She'd had quite a few boyfriends in high school, and over the years she had grown used to Seattle boys and the sorts of games that they played. She knew exactly who would use who and who just wanted some action and who was actually a decent guy. Not all people were like that, though.

Though Carly hadn't realized it at the time, people in the Hollywood area were down right mean and nasty and they would most certainly use you until the day that you died. Just ask a couple of her ex boyfriends and roommates about it. They should know.

Spencer had been the one that protected her from those sorts of people. And now, he was dying.

"Okay, Carly, what is it? It's not just the accident, is it?" demanded Freddie

"I- I –I don't know what to do, you guys! Spencer has c- c- cancer in his kidney and he needs a transplant and the only person that's a compatible donor is h- h- her. And I don't ever want to see her again! I cant ever see her again!

"Who, Carly?" asked Sam. Freddie, however, knew the answer. He had been dreading it too. And if Carly had to find that person or "Her" as she had so blatantly referred to that person as, then he would also be facing a buried hatchet of his own.

"My- My- My mother, Sam."

And Freddie's Father.


Wow, over fifteen hundred words and four pages. Not bad.

The next chapter will have a lot more Sam and maybe even some Spencer.

I know that I've set the bar high with updating so fast, but expect updates every one to two weekends. Only two weekends if it's been a tough week, though.

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