Thanks for all those who reviewed :D
And sorry for 'Guest', I'm not into that spiritual thing...or maybe not yet :P But Freddie is going to dream of Sam a lot! So here we go...Applause for...
"Carly?"
He slowly turned around.
It was like a dream.
There she was.
Carly Shay.
"Oh my god, Fredward Benson? How long has it been?", she asked clearly stunned.
She looked as beautiful as always.
It took him some time to answer and to steady his breathing.
"I don't know, too long I guess. So I think you're here for...her", he said still a bit shaken.
He has become really old.
"Yes. I couldn't make it to her funeral. I feel so guilty", she said.
Tears running down her cheeks.
He went over and hugged her.
Her thin arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"At least you knew she died", he said as they broke of.
"You didn't know? Who told you then?", she asked confused.
No he didn't know.
"I...I was here for my wife. Then I recognized a women and this new grave and I went to … you know look, I guess. Then I saw her name … it was a shock", he explained.
He looked down at Sam's grave.
His stomach clenched.
I would give almost everything to have the chance to say goodbye.
"Oh Freddie, I'm sorry. I it came all so suddenly for you", she said softly and sat on the bench.
They both looked at her grave.
The reminder of the meant-loving, crazy, lovely and deep down good hearted Sam Puckett.
"Yes, of cause. Who would have thought she would die?", he slowly said.
"Freddie, Sam was sick. She had cancer since three years. We all knew it was coming sooner or later.", Carly said slowly.
Cancer.
"She...she had cancer?"
Cancer.
The fearless Sam Puckett beaten by cancer.
Breathe Fredward!
"Yes"
"Oh my god"
No air.
"I know its horrible! I almost cried the whole day as she told me. But you know Sam, she didn't wanted us to go all sentimental"
He laughed shortly.
"Ha, yeah that sounds like the Sam I knew"
Silence.
Like she wanted to change the topic.
"The last time I saw you was about 50 years ago"
"Yes, I moved to England shortly after. We came back 20 years ago"
"The time goes by..."
Too fast...
"So how have you been?"
"Oh, me and John are still married. That's a good sign I guess, but other then that, things aren't going the way they're suppose to go..."
Sadness.
"What happened?"
"Well firstly, Sam I guess. You know we lost contact, shortly after you and I saw each other the last time. I didn't even know that her husband died. I wasn't a good friend."
Regret.
"Me neither."
Sorrow.
"She contacted me after her diagnosis and wanted to meat. You know because the time was running out. So we started to see each other three years ago. After that we saw each other almost everyday. She was there to hear all my rambling and complaining about my son-in-law. And she complained about her son, the oldest. He lost a lot of money in gambling."
"I meat Lillian just a few seconds ago", he said.
Just to say anything.
He couldn't bear to hear more about the two of them reconecting.
Why?
"Oh yes Lillian, she is a nice girl. She reminds me of Sam, from the looks"
"She has her eyes"
"Yes, she has..."
Silence.
Carly continued after swallowing.
"So Sam's condition was getting worse and worse and my only daughter refused to speak with me any more. We haven't spoken since last Christmas. So that's currently my life. How have you been holding up?"
She looked at him.
Still the same gorgeous eyes.
But now filled with sorrow.
Once these eyes were the source of happiness for a lot of people a long time ago.
A long time ago... a lot of things have happened since then...
Now tell tell her Benson that you ran away.
He looked back at his lap.
"Well, after I moved to England I meat Natalie. We got married after 4 years and got two children. A boy and a girl. After they were off to collage and got married themselfes, we decided to move back to Seattle because my mom got sick. She died 15 years ago. We stayed here. Natalie liked it here. As rainy as at home, she always said. She died a four years ago. Well, after your wedding I didn't see Sam again and after I moved to the UK I lost contact with almost everyone. I meat Gibby though after we moved back here. I didn't knew where you all where and he didn't either. I mean you weren't in Seattle any more that's for sure. I think I didn't put much effort into finding you guys which now I really regret, as you can imagine..."
Carly took his hands.
Her hands were so soft and warm.
"Don't blame your self Freddie, we could have done something too, but it was just so long ago we saw each other the last time. You know, you loose the feeling..."
His hand still in hers.
But she doesn't look him in the eyes.
"Yes, I know what you mean. So where do you live?",he asked out of curiosity and the desperate need to change the subject.
"Well I live in New York. Sam did too, but she wanted to be buried at home. We lived in the same city for more than 40 years and didn't know"
Finally she looked at him.
He gave her a small comforting smile.
"That's live", he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
He managed to keep the rest bottled up.
"So how has Gibby been?"
"Good. He is happily married and has adopted a child, since his wife was unable to get kids"
"Like Sam."
"Was she unable to get children after Lillian?"
"Well no. She just didn't want any with some stranger I guess, someone who didn't mean something to her"
"Why did she kept having boyfriends though?"
He mentally slapped himself.
What kind of question is that?
He didn't want to sound like a jealous ex-boyfriend.
But he couldn't help it.
"A girl has needs", she said laughing a little.
"Oh"
"Seems like you didn't change at all", she said with a smile.
"You neither, still as beautiful as always", she answered and smiled back.
She blushed a little.
"God, you really didn't change", she said still laughing.
"Did you want me to?", he asked cocky.
Just like the old days.
"No, I guess not", she said smiling at him.
Silence.
But a good silence.
"When are going back?", he asked more serious.
"In a few weeks. I still want to visit Spencer as long as I'm here"
Spencer.
"Oh, I totally forgot! How is he?"
"Well, okay I guess. He has Alzheimer disease. He can't remember a lot of things, including me. He still sculptures though, I think some things don't change. Well, I told him al lot and he seems to like get along with me. And he is still the same goofy Spencer I guess, but sometimes I look at him and he is a stranger. From time to time, some old memory comes through the surface...sometimes he thinks I am our mother..."
"I'm so sorry Carly"
"Shit happens", she said plainly with very little emotion.
"Did Sam say that about her having cancer?", he asked, not believing that Carly would ever say something like that.
"Yeah...Freddie can we meat again this week? Maybe you want to join me visiting Spencer and we can talk a little bit afterwards? I mean he can't remember you, but we can tell him, I think he needs some male company. In this facility for older people with Alzheimer disease he doesn't really get along with the other people..."
"Yes, I would love to join you and see Spencer again"
"Okay then, I'll call you. Can you give me your number?"
He gave her his number.
"I'm glad we met", he said standing up.
"Me to Freddie", she said honestly.
"I will let you have your 'talk' with Sam alone"
"Thanks"
Slowly he walked away.
At the gate he turned around one more time.
Carly was sitting in front of Sam's grave.
She buried her face in her hand and he could hear her crying.
Sam got cancer.
Spencer lost his memory.
Sam got cancer and called Carly, because time was running out.
She got cancer and didn't call him.
That shouldn't be bothering him, but it does.
Yes I know, as you do the maths, its 2074, so they're 80 and Spencer has to be over 90... Really old, but I still wanted to have him in the story.
And I know, they don't speak like old people, so just imagine them as old as you want, because I still see them as teenagers in my head, but for me they're about 60 years or so... Once wrote the date down on the graves, there is no going back now...sorry I screwed up :s