When Freddie walked out, Sam became more confused than she had ever been before. She didn't know what Freddie was talking about. Kidding? Kidding about what? Sam thought to herself. She couldn't wrap her mind around everything that was going on. Instead of waiting for Freddie or the doctor to come back in, she rolled over in the small, uncomfortable hospital bed and went to sleep.

Freddie's POV

As soon as Freddie walked out of Sam's room, he immediately went to Carly's apartment. His mother had stopped him and given him the first degree about the accident, but he answered her questions as quickly as possible and barged into Carly's apartment.

"Carly!" Freddie screamed, noticing no one was in sight. He slammed the door shut behind him and started walking around the small room. Soon, he began pacing back and forth. "Carly, are you here?"

Carly came running down the stairs wrapped in a towel. "What Freddie? Can't a girl take one peaceful shower around here!" She exclaimed with agitation. When she saw Freddie pacing back and forth, she no longer cared that her shower had been interrupted. She rushed over to him. "Freddie, what's wrong?"

"Something… something isn't right about Sam. I tried to hug her and she pushed me away, then I tried to kiss her on the cheek and she slapped me. I mean, I know Sam is mean sometimes but she would never reject a kiss. Then, I asked her if she was just joking around with me and she acted like I was crazy. Carly, something isn't right." Freddie said, sitting down on the couch.

Carly's POV

"I'm going to go talk to her." Carly said. Then, she quickly got dressed and rushed over to the hospital where Sam was staying. She walked in Sam's room to find her chowing down on some ham and watching TV.

"Hey Carls." Sam said with excitement, her mouth full of ham. This was the old Sam that Carly remembered. What was Freddie talking about?

"Hey, Sam. I'm glad you're awake." She said as she gave Sam a tight hug. Then she sat down on the bed with Sam. They sat there in silence. After a few minutes, Sam turned the TV off. Carly saw that Sam's usual hard expression had changed to a look of confusion and worry.

"Carly, what's wrong with Benson? Why is he acting so…. nub-like?" Sam asked.

Carly laughed and then replied, "Sam, stop that. Freddie's really worried about you. You shouldn't be playing games like that with him. At least not yet." Carly said as she chuckled.

Sam was becoming more confused by the second. "What are you talking about? I'm not playing any of your little said games with Freddie."

Carly quit laughing and quickly became serious. Then she said sternly, "Seriously, Sam. This isn't funny. You're starting to scare me."

"Carly! I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not doing anything. All I know is I woke up in this hospital and apparently I was in an accident with Fredalupe. Then you two crazies keep coming in here and acting like I'm mental!" Sam exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"You swear on all your ham privileges that you aren't kidding? You really aren't playing any jokes on me or Freddie?" Carly asked, suddenly beginning to realize that Sam might be telling the truth. Sam nodded. Carly stood up. "I'll be right back, Sam."

She ran down the halls in search of Sam's doctor. When she found her she asked with care, "Is there any way that Sam could have.. maybe.. lost memory from the accident?"

"That is very possible. I did not suspect anything like that from Miss Puckett, but anything is possible when there is swelling to the brain. Do you believe that she has lost her memory?" The doctor asked, a concerned look spreading across her face. Carly nodded. "Okay, I'm going to go check on Miss Puckett. Will you please wait outside her room? I would like to speak with her alone."

Sam's POV

When Sam saw the doctor walk back into the room she groaned, "Finally, you came back. What took you so long Miss 'I'm a professional doctor lady who can keep her patients waiting as long as I want'?"

"Miss Puckett, I am sorry you were kept waiting. I would like to ask you a few questions if that's alright with you?" The doctor asked, pulling a chair and placing it beside Sam's bed. She sat down in it and pulled a pen from her pocket, ready to write something down.

"Eh, whatever. As long as it will get me out of this place." Sam said, as she leaned back and began throwing a piece of paper in the air and catching it repeatedly.

"Okay, Miss Puckett, can you tell me what today's date is?" The doctor asked. The date was March 5, 2012.

Sam scrunched her nose and began thinking. The doctors said she had been asleep for two weeks so… , "Somewhere around the 9th of February."

The doctor sighed, "Okay, can you tell me the year, Miss Puckett?"

"2011." Sam stated with confidence. When she saw the look of confusion on the doctor's face she became worried. "What, did I say something wrong? Whatever I said, I meant to say that it was 2011."

The doctor scribbled something on the paper and looked up to Sam again. "Um.. okay. Miss Puckett. How old are you?"

Sam looked at the doctor like she was crazy, "Do you think I'm stupid or something lady?"

"No I am just asking you these questions for medical purposes."

"I'm 15." Sam replied. She noticed the doctor had another odd look on her face. "Okay, enough questions. You're looking at me like I'm some sort of lunatic."

"Okay, Miss Puckett. I will return shortly." The doctor said as she stood up and began walking out of the room.

"I will return shortly." Sam mocked as the doctor walked out of the room. "Yeah, right."

Carly's POV

The doctor walked out of the room and saw Carly pacing back and forth in the hallway.

"Miss Shay, I believe you are right. You said that Sam was 16, correct?" The doctor asked.

Carly nodded and responded, "Yes, she is about to turn 17."

"Well, Miss Puckett just told me that the date was February 9, 2011, and she also told me that she was 15. I am afraid that Miss Puckett might have developed some short term memory loss from the accident."

"Are you serious? Oh my gosh, this is why she doesn't remember Freddie. I have to go tell him now." Carly said. The doctor tried to stop her in order to tell her more about Sam, but Carly kept walking.

"Miss Shay, Sam could regain her memory any day now. We never know with patients like this." The doctor said as she began running after Carly.

"You said she was fine. You said nothing was wrong and she would be perfectly normal." Carly said angrily as she walked out the doors of the hospital. The doctor stood looking down at the ground inside the building.

When Carly returned to her apartment, she saw Freddie asleep on the couch. She knew that he was not going to take the news well, so she waited until he woke up. After a few short minutes, Freddie awoke.

"Carly? Did you go check on Sam?" Freddie said groggily, as he sat up on the couch rubbing his eyes. He couldn't even remember falling asleep, or anything that was going on.

"Yeah..and Freddie.. um." Carly began softly. She didn't really know how to tell Freddie that his girlfriend didn't remember dating him. "There's-it's… Sam…" She struggled to find the words, but as she saw the pained expression on Freddie's face grow deeper and deeper at the sight of Carly's frustration, she knew she was going to have to just spit it out. "The doctor figured out what was wrong with Sam."

Freddie sighed and a frown appeared on his face, "I knew something was up. What is it Carly?"

"Sam doesn't remember anything from like, the past year and a half. She still thinks she's fifteen. The doctor asked her the date, and she got it totally wrong." Carly said sadly as she sat down on the couch beside Freddie.

Freddie stood up and sighed, "So she doesn't remember dating me. We're back to square one." Then, he began to walk angrily out of Carly's apartment.

When he reached the door Carly called, "Wait, Freddie!"

Freddie's POV

Freddie kept on walking. He went into his apartment, slamming the door behind him. He heard his mother say a few words to him, nothing he could make out, nor care about. He went directly into his room and locked the door behind him. Then he sat on his bed and placed his head in his hands as he leaned on his knees.

How could Sam lose all her memory of him? Well, not all of her memories, just the ones that really mattered to him. She couldn't just forget about them dating. Even before they broke up the first time, when they first started dating, those memories were something that Freddie cherished with everything inside of him. How could he deal with Sam practically hating him again?

As he lay back on his bed, his mind flew back a few months earlier.

"Stop it, Benson. Mama doesn't like to be tickled." Sam exclaimed, as she cackled whilst being tickled by Freddie. None of Sam's desperate pleas could make Freddie stop; he was enjoying it too much. Sam tried with all her might to free his hands from tickling her, but Freddie had just gotten too strong.

"Oh, but I know Mama does." Freddie mocked, tickling Sam up and down her body, sending her into multiple laughing fits.

"Freddie, seriously. I'm gonna murder you when you stop if you don't stop right now." Sam said, trying to be tough.

"Oh, you are. Well, in that case," Freddie said, and then he began to tickle Sam more than before. She could no longer speak because of her laughter.

"Fred- Fred- Freddie." She laughed. "Sto-stop it."

"Fine." Freddie said as he finally backed away. As soon as he did he felt a sock full of who knows what hitting him all over. "Ow! Sam!"

"Mama doesn't play nice." Sam said in a harsh tone. Soon she stopped hitting Freddie and the two sat on Freddie's bed.

"I hate you, Freddie." Sam said as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Freddie smiled, knowing that she definitely meant the opposite. He put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

"Hate you too, Puckett." He grinned.

That was only one of the many moments he and Sam had shared. Before they began dating, pretty much all of their interactions were Sam hitting him, calling him names, or ruining his life somehow. Yes, she still did that often; quite often, actually. But things were different after they began dating. Sam had opened up to him more. He saw more of who Sam really was, and not just the façade that she put on every day.

Sure, she really was everything that she pretended to be, but deep inside there was so much more to Sam Puckett than she let on. No one was able to see the real Sam. Freddie thanked his lucky stars that he was the one that was able to. Besides, no matter how hard she tried to put her act on around Freddie, he always knew how to break down her walls and make her act the way that she really wanted to.

As Freddie shook his head back and forth, knowing nothing good could come out of the situation with Sam now, he let his mind wander to more memories; the memories that he often reflected on when things went bad.

Freddie was sitting on his couch watching Galaxy Wars when Sam came busting through his door. She said nothing, and her face showed no emotions. As she came and sat down beside Freddie, he immediately knew that something was up. He could never explain how he knew, he just knew.

"You okay?" Freddie asked, raising one eyebrow, looking over at Sam with care. She stared at him for a moment and then looked away, crossing her arms. Then, she opened her mouth and closed it again, not able to find the words to say. "Talk to me, Puckett."

"Shut it, Fredward. Nothing is wrong." Sam said as she stood up and walked into Freddie's kitchen. He rolled his eyes, knowing she was lying, and followed her.

"Sam," Freddie said harshly, as he crossed his arms.

"Freddie." Sam said, imitating the voice Freddie had just used. She opened the refrigerator and looked around for a few seconds. After she closed it without getting anything, Freddie was certain that something was wrong. The look on her face when she sat down at his kitchen table was just more reassurance.

"Seriously, Sam. Please tell me what's wrong." Freddie said, pulling on a chair and sitting down with her. Sam said nothing for a while, but Freddie knew she would eventually. So, he sat and waited for her to respond.

"It's my mom." Sam finally said, in a voice so low that Freddie almost had to ask her to repeat it.

"Your mom?" Freddie began with a questioning look on his face. When Sam barely nodded he continued, "What about your mom?"

Then, it happened. It was the first time Freddie had ever seen Sam cry. He was definitely not used to it; he had only seen her cry a few times in their whole life. Those times were never from something actually, well, emotional.

She tried to hide her face when the first tear began to fall, but Freddie took her into his arms. He stroked her hair for what seemed like forever, until she finally pulled away. Her eyes were wet from the tears and it made Freddie almost want to cry from looking at her. He didn't say anything when she pulled away, afraid that he might say the wrong thing. He figured he would let Sam speak if she wanted to.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe I just cried." Sam said angrily as she shoved the napkin holder that was in front of her off the table. She groaned loudly, and Freddie remained silent. "Sam Puckett doesn't cry, okay Benson? If you mention this to anyone, I will gnaw your arm off slowly and painfully, and then make you eat it. Understood?" She stated angrily.

Freddie pulled her close to him again, knowing she was trying to act tough again. "Sam, it's okay to cry. I don't think any differently of you. I know you can still beat me up and you're still the toughest girl I know. You need to cry sometimes though, Sam." Sam looked up at Freddie and nodded. "So, you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"In your dreams, Benson." Sam said angrily. Freddie knew that there was no use in begging her, if she didn't want to share her feelings, she wouldn't. So, he did what he always did. He held her the whole night, not saying a word, until they both fell asleep.

Those were the moments that Freddie lived for. The moments where he could just hold Sam, like he had dreamt of all the years she tortured him. The moments that no one else could understand how they came to be.

Freddie wasn't going to let one little accident mess up the best thing that ever happened to him. With a mission in mind, he stood up and walked out the door of his small apartment, heading for the hospital.

Well, what did you guys think? I spent a while on this chapter but I feel like it may jump around or something, I don't know. :P Tell me what you think. Anyways, I hope you guys liked it :)