Carly and Sam dropped onto their beds only ten minutes later. It had taken them a little to get from the 14th to the 6th floor, but eventually they had reached the room with the number 2489 on its door.

The room was small, one stepped directly into the living room with its grey couch, the brown floor and (of course) white walls. In the back were two tiny rooms, each providing a bed, a bathroom was between them. The beds weren't really fluffy, but you didn't need fluffy as long as you head something softer than the floor to sleep on.

"Night, Carls!" Sam yelled to the other room.

"Good night, Sam!" the brunette girl yelled back, already sounding sleepy.

Sam fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was SO tired! But her sleep shouldn't last long. The sound of whispers and a door opening and closing woke her up. She heard muffled footsteps lead to Carly's room, waited a little and tiptoed out of bed. The blonde peeked into the room and caught sight of Carly snuggling into Gibby's chest.

Sam grinned evilly. "Carly, Carly, Carly." She barely whispered and shook her head. She heard a smooching sound and shuddered. Ew. She had no problem with the couple to sleep in the same bed and cuddle, but that didn't mean she wanted to listen to those terrible smooching sounds all night! Ew!

Deciding to give them some privacy and herself a break from shuddering, she quickly snuck out their front door and headed down the hall towards room 2494. Freddie and Spencer would be fast asleep it was 2:13 AM - if she had read right on her phone (her sleepy eyes were not always to trust!) - after all! The blonde headed demon tried the doorknob. Closed. Sam made a hissing sound. Stupid Gibby. Putting out her hair pin and picked the lock. It took her amazing 4 minutes to pick the security-lock. They really did a good job here at the Spot. Sam thought to herself, admiring the work of the locksmith.
She tiptoed into the small apartment and stopped, trying to decide wich room could be Gibby's. Eventually, she snuck into the first room next to what she supposed was the bathroom door. A sleeping figure with long hair lay in bed, sprawled across the whole bed. Spencer. Meeeep. Wrong room. One down, two to go. She thought.

The blonde stepped into the next room, silently. The light was really bad in this one, considering a) the night lamp from the living room was furthest away from this room and b) they were several hundred metres under the ground! Sam pulled out her phone and lit the dark room a little, trying not to wake anyone.

Another figure. Of course. She thought to herself, rolling her eyes at her luck. Sam turned around and had almost left the room, when a sleepy Freddie-voice called out to her.

"Sam?" He mumbled. "Is that you?"

She turned around. He was rubbing his eyes, just like he did two nights before and again, he looked adorable. Ugh. Stupid soft spot. She thought to herself, but nevertheless smiled at the boy that looked up at her with heavy eyelids.

"Yes."

"What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting up slightly.

"Well, it seems like Carly and Gibby have a serious thing going on, because he's sleeping over at our room and I thought I'd give them some privacy and sleep over here." She explained slowly so he could follow her even with his probably dizzy mind.

"Oh." He said.

"You got a problem with your precious Carly dating the weird kid?" She asked, changing her voice to a stupid tune, clarifying she was making fun of him.

He rolled his eyes. At least Sam assumed he would do so, because she couldn't make out his features that clear.

"No." He said in back in a stupid voice. Then, silence settled over them for a few moments until Sam said:

"Well, then, night, Nub." She turned to leave once again and once again he called out to her.

"Sam?"

"Hm?"

"... You... you won't get cold or anything?" He asked shyly. Sam arched an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Well... I mean... you wouldn't need another blanket... or... well... bring some other agent with you to warm you, right?" he stuttered. His face was burning like hell and he was glad that Sam couldn't see a thing of it due to the darkness.

She furrowed her eyebrows. He could see her confused face clearly, enlightened by the night lamp in the living room. Then her look changed to disbelief.

"Fredward, are you jealous because of Chester and Ben?"

He didn't say a thing. He didn't move an inch. Freddie didn't want Sam to read his feelings out of his behaviour, so he didn't do anything. And that seemed to be the exact wrong thing to do.

"You are jealous!" She exclaimed in a whisper-shout.

"No!" He said loudly and she hushed him immediately.

"Don't wake Spencer you idiot!" She said to him.
Freddie bit his lip. He knew he had messed up. He inwardly damned the fact that she could read him like a book.

Sam's smile grew and it was evil.

"Well, well, well, Dork. That's interesting." She said quietly and before he could say another word, she had gripped the doorknob, stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Freddie in utter darkness.

Freddie gulped. She had not killed him.

That was the first thing he came to realize in the darkness of his small room. Sam Puckett had not killed him. Yet. Maybe that was still to come. But what should he do now? He couldn't let her now his feelings that easily. If that wasn't already too late. Freddie grabbed for his phone.

To: Sam

Please don't think weirdly of me... :/

He gulped as he sent the text to the girl that lay next door. He hoped she would say something nice. But what else could he expect from her than a vicious comment.

From: Sam

I don't know what you're talking about, Fredweird.

He sighed. She worried and depressed him at the same time. That was something only Sam could do. But what was he supposed to do now? He couldn't do anything.

To: Sam

Yeah, sure... Whatev. Night.

He was depressed, but he thought it would be best, if he went back to sleep. The nights were shorter since he had been woken up by Sam some nights ago...

So Freddie rolled over.

Sam awoke once again with a start.

It was her second nightmare that night and she had only gone back to bed in Gibby's room 90 minutes ago! The blonde agent groaned. She knew what would help her sleep better. Sam growled deeply and got out of Gibby's bed. It smelled like Gibby anyway. Who would sleep well with such an odor around him!? Well, obviously Carly would. But that wasn't her problem.

Tiptoeing through the slightly lid living room she slowly advanced the door that was her destination. She opened it and slid in, closing it behind her quietly.

Freddie jumped up in his bed as she closed the door with a thud.

"What?! Who is this?! Sam?" He asked, slightly panicked.

"Move over, Nub." She said roughly. He didn't move, too confused by what was going on.

"Move over, I said, Benson!" She slapped him with the pillow she seemed to have brought with her. He quickly scooted over, hoping to escape another pillow-slap. Sam plopped down next to him and snuggled under his blanket. His face would have been priceless, he was sure of it - if anyone could have seen it that was. By the time he came back to his senses, Sam wasn't moving anymore, she had gotten comfortable, he supposed.

"Sam?" He asked.

"Hm."

"Er... what are you doing here?"

The blonde groaned. "I'm trying to sleep, Dork, I thought you could figure it out with your geeky brain." Freddie frowned at her response.
"I mean, why are you here?"

"Then say so." He waited for a few seconds for her to continue, but she didn't.

"Sam?" She groaned again and turned around to face him.
"What, Nub?!"

"Well... you haven't answered."

"And you haven't asked!"

Freddie rolled his eyes at her. He knew she couldn't see it, but he thought she might figure that he would. And she did.

"Why are you here, Princess Puckett?" Freddie asked grinning at her Sam-ish behaviour.

She stayed still.

"Saaam." He whined. Then, a tiny voice came to his ear.
"What?"

"I can't sleep..." She said quietly, her voice soft and maybe even a little shaky. "I keep having these nightmares everytime I close my eyes..."

Freddie looked at the spot where her voice had come from.

"And you decided to come here?" He heard rustling. She must have nodded.

"Why?" he asked, his voice softer than ever, barely above a whisper. Silence engulfed them for a moment, then Sam answered.

"Last night... was the first night I have truly slept. I haven't woken once and I had not a sinlge nightmare... So... I figured, when I slept by your side my nightmares would dissappear..." She bit her lip after saying so. She may have gotten more emotional since she started the programme, but she was still not one of those girls who were like Carly had used to be! Always talking about feelings and blah. No, no, no. She was still Sam Puckett.

Her train of thought was cut off when she heard Freddie chuckle.

"What's so funny about that, you jerk?!" She asked him angrily, punching his arm - or what she thought was supposed to be his arm.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed. She could hear the smile in his voice and she hated him for it.

"You know what, I should leave. I can go to Spencer or just embrace my nightmares as always." She turned and was about to get up from bed when he grabbed her.

"Sam, no, Sam, wait!" He said to her, but she was already at the door, opening it, the light of the lamp in the living room enlightened her features. Her eyes were sparkling angrily, but he couldn't miss that they were also watering. Freddie jumped up and grabbed her hand.

"Sam, I wasn't laughing at you." He said truthfully.

"Of course you were! A great best friend that I have there. I tell you how I feel and you just laugh at me. And now let go of me!" She struggled to get free.

"Listen, I wasn't laughing at you, I'm serious!" Freddie held her arm even tighter. He had worked out over the years and could easily pin her down, holding her was not easy, but he could manage that. Sam growled at him.

"Sam, I just thought, if you wanted to get rid of your nightmares you'd have to do this right!"
She stared at him, obviously confused.

"We were cuddling last night..." he trailed off, giving her his half-smile that she loved.

"So?" She arched an eyebrow. She knew exactely what he wanted to say, but why not play dumb and let the stupid nub work a little more.

And of course, Sam's plan worked just fine.

Freddie was getting uncomfortable. "Er... well... I thought... we should... well..." He looked around the living room for help, biting his lip desperately.

Sam snorted. "Yeah, you're a hell of a man!" She said laughing. "Get back in there!"

Freddie smiled at her. Oh, how he loved that girl that could make his emotions change completely in a splitsecond. Yes, love. He was getting more and more sure about that, so he jumped under the covers, lifting them for her to crawl under and make herself comfy. To his surprise, she hadn't closed the door, so he could see her smiling the whole time while she was laying down next to him, face-to-face. Freddie let the covers fall down onto them and wrapped his arms around the tiny blonde. He frowned at her for she was laying too far away from him to get comfy himself, so he pulled her towards him close.

"Benson!" She exclaimed in surprise.

"What? It's not my fault you lie at the other side of the bed!" he said, grinning at her.

Sam snorted. "Sure."

But after a moment she snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling his cinnamon and lemons-sent and wrapping her own arms around the boy.

No

, she told herself, he's not a boy anymore. He's way to muscular for that... Where do those muscles come from anyway? She thought, running her hand over his biceps absentmindedly.
Freddie chuckled. "You like what you see, Puckett?"

Her head snapped up. "What?!"

He raised and eyebrow, giving her that goofy grin of his.

"Well... when did you get all... build up?" She asked quickly, looking back at his arms.

"Tss, yeah, you'd like to know." He said and she punched him.

"Tell me!"

"Ow! Sam!" He whisper-yelled at her, but was laughing at the same time. "I fence, you know? And from time to time Gib and I visit the gym." He said nonchalantly.

"From time to time?"

"All right, every monday and wednesday... And, before you hit me again, I fence on tuesdays and saturdays, all right?"

She looked back up at him, her eyes wide.

"You train that much? When? I mean, you're always at Carly's and-"

"When you were at your self-defense-lessons or when you're in detention and Carly was doing her homework and stuff."

Sam furrowed her eyebrows again. Then she punched him.
"Ouch! What was that for?!"

"Ugh! you can't do this to me! You're all manly now! Nobody is a manly nub! Now I'll have to come up with new nicknames for you!"

Freddie smiled at her and she couldn't do different than smiling back at him, breaking her angry expression. It was an act and they both knew it, so why keep it up?
"I'm sure that will be no problem for you." He grinned, grabbing his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Texting Carly you're sleeping over here. She's gonna freak if you're not in your bed tomorrow - oh. Well in a few hours." Sam grinned at him.

"What time is it?" She asked, yawning and stretching her limbs.

"4:30 in the morning. We should really get some sleep, who knows how long it's gonna last." Freddie said, putting his phone away and wrapping his strong arms around Sam. She shuddered at the touching of skin, warm against cold.

"Are you cold? Or uncomfortable?" Freddie asked, feeling the icy skin at her waist. She slapped his hand away and snuggled closer again.

"No, I'm just fine."