Freddie's POV

I awoke to the smell of smoke. My eyes flew open and I tossed the covers off of the bed. Smoke blurred my as I tried to see what was happening. The room had been set ablaze. Flames licked at the bed posts and began to creep up the swiftly charring white walls. I looked for a way out. There were only two exits in the room.

The first one was the door, which was blocked by several columns of fire. I turned to the balcony. It was gone! There was a hole in the wall where the glass french-doors had once been. Smoldering flames edged the gap. Nowhere to go.

The smoke had gotten thicker and all I could see was a billowing black cloud filled with a rain of sparks and coals. I coughed and began to wheeze as I breathed in the air, thick with ash. It burned, like I was breathing the fire itself. My lungs tightened as I struggled to stay conscious, to keep breathing. The toxic air was all I had. The blackness nudged at my mind, begging for me to give in. My vision was beginning to fade.

I could only think of one thing. Sam. Every moment we'd ever spent together was flashing before me. The first time she hit me, every birthday of hers, every time we'd ever touched, our first kiss. My mind lingered on one thing in particular. Yesterday. She had trusted me to take her into the heart of her worst fear and bring her back safe and okay. She trusts me with her life. That was the only thing I could think of before the oblivion took me.

Sam's POV

My feet hit the sand running. I felt the blood pumping throughout me. Every muscle in my body was focused on making sure Freddie was alive. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see fire trucks pulling up. I reached the flaming house. Black smoke and hot ash rained down. Everything was blurred. I saw the scorched door. It was burning like the rest of the house. Like a weirdo, I wore my shoes to the beach. I'm glad I did because, if I hadn't there would have been no chance of saving Freddie.

I raised my leg and gave a kick that would've broken bones. The door shattered and fell into pieces. I ran into the house. A wave of pure dry heat hit me. It was like there was no air, no water, only the fire. I bent lower to the ground to avoid the smoke and ran down the hallway. I swerved into an open door.

I could vaguely see through the fire and smoke, that this was the kitchen. I don't know what happened, whether it was God or instinct, but I knew Freddie was in our bedroom.

I stumbled through the thick veil of sizzling sparks and flying embers. I made it across the kitchen without sustaining major damage. I was repeatedly singed and burned as I struggled up the stairs. When I got to the top, I turned to our door to find it open.

Freddie was collapsed on the bed. Smoke was gathered thickly in the room. My lungs hurt and it pained me to breathe the ash. The floor was covered in a swirling torrent of blue and red flames. They say blue is the hottest kind of fire. Oh chiz! This was going to hurt! I closed my eyes and ran through the deadly flames. It hurt like heck with each step, but I was turning my back on Freddie, not now and not ever. I raced through fire and grabbed an unconscious Freddie Benson.

'Please be okay!' I prayed silently as picked him up, fireman style. I figured the experts know how to do it right, so it must be the best way to go.

Once had I had Freddie it was like I had just downed five fatshake energy drinks. An adrenaline rush was just what I needed. I took off at a speed I didn't know I had. Down the stairs and through the kitchen I ran. I raced down the hallway to what was one the front door, only to find it blocked by an inferno of collapsed wood. I knew what I had to do. I backed up and made sure Freddie was secure. I ran directly at the heap of flaming wood, making sure my shoulder would hit the pile and not Freddie. I shut my eyes and pulled Freddie close to me. I felt the fire give way, letting me pull my nub to safety. I burst out of the flames and ash into the sunlight.

I opened my eyes to see paramedics and Carly and Spencer running towards us. I knew I was going to fall. I was out of energy and the fire had burned me to the extent where I was soaked in blood. I pulled Freddie into a sort of hug, so he wouldn't get hurt when I gave up. Even through all the ash and blood the smell of vanilla and mint chocolate was still there to comfort me. I was beginning to set black spots. I closed my eyes and felt pain leave me as I slipped into unconsciousness.

Sorry for another short chapter. I'm not the best at writing long stuff. Thanks for all the reveiws on chapter six! :D