Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Just my imagination and if iCarly was mine, I was going to name it iFreddie, but he's a jerk, dickhead, asshole, so I'm changing my choice for iSam. However, my Freddie is not a dumb ridiculous jackass, so I'm better than Dan at something. (Fuck you Dan Schneider!)

Pairings: Sam/Freddie – Seddie! Brad and Carly – Barly. Maybe Wendy and Gibby, but I don't know who you call that… Wibby?

Summary: They live in an alternative universe, above ashes of war. The horror seems to stop when a religious organization takes over the entire nation, organizing the chaos. They live under new rules now; everything should be organized and properly prepared. Even the marriages should be carefully planned. Alternative universe, maybe a bit OOC, I don't know yet. Inspired in this amazing THG fic called Five Loaves of Bread: Dark Toast

He pushes the strap of my nightgown to the side so he can kiss the skin on my shoulder. I let out a heavy, happy sigh and relax my body against his. He leans against the headboard of the bed and I lay cocooned by his arms, my back against his chest. After we had that conversation, there was a lot of crying and breakdowns, and although it was hard, it was also for the best. I can't help but feel this weight being lifted off my shoulders now that I can finally share my secrets with someone I love. Things have been more clear and natural between us. Now we aren't practically strangers anymore, seeking some sort of comfort in each other, trying to survive the situation we've been put through.

Now we're husband and wife.

Well, almost, completely. There's just one thing missing. And I want it so badly. I want to feel his hands on my bare skin again and I want him to touch me and love me the way only he does. I'm dying to feel him inside me again. This time I'll be free of confusion, panic and fear – this time I'll be filled with him and love. My body literally aches for his touch, but I don't know how to voice it. I don't know how to tell him I want him, leaving no doubts that this time it's for real.

He rubs his hands up and down my arms and whispers in my ear how much he loves me and how I'm safe right here in his arms. And I believe him. I believe everything he says, because I know it's true, because from now on there isn't going to be a single lie between us. I snuggle a little bit closer as we watch the birds singing outside our window. It's Saturday, so neither of us have to work, and I'm glad I can just spend the day wrapped up in his arms, listening to the soft sound of his voice.

Brad called yesterday to ease the angst and anxiety from our hearts. Apparently Frank Ellis hadn't mentioned a word about that little encounter he had with Freddie, and no one suspected anything – if someone did, they hadn't taken the trouble to mention it. What we still don't know is what that recording meant. Brad claims he doesn't know anything, and Carly even told us they had to go through the same process. Now, I'm not insinuating that Brad is hiding something, but I guess he has a feeling about this and he doesn't want to share it with us.

But for now, I'm done being scared of everything. I've been like a cornered little cat since the day I got here, and I didn't even realize I was losing myself in the process. Now that I know that Freddie needs me just as much as I need him, I have to be strong for his sake too. Whatever we have to face in the future, we'll do it together, because from now on, we'll never be apart. I turn my head to look at him, my amazing husband, and he gives me a kiss on the nose.

"Are you hungry?" He asks.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" I frown.

"Stupid me." He chuckles.

"You're not stupid, your question was just nonsensical." I tell him.

"Thank you, milady." He says with a smile that can light up a whole nation. "What do you want to eat?"

"Some bacon, toast and eggs." I say, snuggling closer to him.

"Okay, I'll get on that right now." He tells me, trying to get up, but I don't allow him to let go of me.

"But I don't want you to leave me." I say, snuggling even closer to him.

"Then why don't you come with me?"

Before I can answer he has me in his arms, bridal style, just the way he should've carried me on our wedding night. But for obvious reasons, he didn't. I squeak when he threatens to let me fall with my ass on the floor after I punch his shoulder lightly, and we laugh at this. He carries me downstairs and places me gently on the counter. I watch him work on our breakfast, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and an apron.

I bite my lip, mentally undressing him. I'm so glad he isn't ashamed about his scars anymore, and if only he knew what they do to me, he would walk around showing them off more often. His biceps contract while he moves his arms, frying my bacon and making some eggs. I should feel guilty for not helping him with breakfast, but my body tingles, and I feel hot all over, and I just want to sit here and watch him lustfully.

His body is so perfect, I just want to run my hands and tongue all over him, and I want to do things I didn't even know I knew existed. Freddie puts the food on a plate and places it on the table. He comes to get me off the counter, but I grip his shoulders instead, pressing my lips hard against his. I hear him moaning softly against my mouth when I press myself against him a little too hard, making him stumble backwards a little bit.

He steadies himself, and pushes back against me, accepting the tongue that begs to explore his mouth. I open my legs and wrap them around his waist, trapping him between my thighs. My skin feels like it's on fire, and my lungs are out of air, but I don't ever want to stop kissing him, so I don't. I let my hands roam all over his muscular chest, his strong back and well built arms, but the need I feel only increases and I need something, anything more.

I break the kiss to suck on his perfect neck, and I feel his hands gripping the hem of my nightgown to pull it up a little bit. I gasp, feeling his hand cupping my center – where I'm so hot and wet I might drown his fingers with desire. He rubs me through my underwear, and I'm dying to feel his thick fingers in me again – flesh against flesh. I push my hips into his hand, begging for more, letting him know just what I want.

"This is not sanitary." He whispers between kisses. "We're in the middle of the kitchen."

"I don't care." I try to say, but it sounds more like a long and raw moan. "I need you now."

"Sam…are you sure?" He grabs me by the shoulders and forces me away from him.

"I'm burning up." I purr, my mouth slightly agape and my eyelids heavy with lust. "I'm hot and wet and it's all for you…I need…some sort of relief, Freddie. Please, I miss you so damn much."

"Oh God…" He groans before crashing his lips against mine again.

I'm aware we are in the middle of the kitchen and suddenly, I'm also aware I'm being laid on the table, and I'm one hundred percent sure I'm going mad with desire once I feel his hand touching me just where I want to be touched. I've been waiting for this so long, to feel the way his fingers work to drive me insane – and succeed – his hot breath on my neck, his tongue and teeth on my nipples. Everything is perfect as I feel him above me and all over me.

It's when he inserts one of his fingers inside me that I gasp, not sure how I feel about it. It's less than a second before I find out I like it, and I like it a lot. I move my hips against his finger, and he pulls back, looking into my eyes.

"Are you okay with this?" He whispers to me, always concerned for me.

"I'm more than okay, actually…" I manage to say. "I'm perfect."

He kisses me long and hard, moving his finger in and out of me and continually rubbing my mound of nerves. I gasp and moan and groan, and I feel my body reacting, moving and rocking against his hand. But this is nowhere near what I want right now. What I want is to feel him inside of me again – hot, long and stretching – and I want to feel it all this time for all the right reasons. I gasp, throwing my head back when he adds another finger inside me, and even though his fingers are long and thick, what I want from him is even longer and thicker. There's so much space in me begging to be filled out by him, all of him. His fingers alone won't do the work.

"Freddie…" I moan and squirm. "I want you inside me…"

"I am inside you." He whispers, his voice sexy and low in my ear.

"No…oh god…I want your…I want to have you…I want you to take me right here and now."

The movement of his fingers stop and I'm waiting for him to remove them and insert himself inside of me, but he doesn't so I open my eyes to see what's wrong. For a moment I think I've done something wrong, or said something I shouldn't, but he just looks at me. Sex has always been a delicate subject between us, and after everything that happened, I understand if he gets suspicious by hearing me say that, but I'm not lying, and he must know that – I promised him I wouldn't.

"There is nothing in the world I want more than to just get rid of my boxers, right now, and push myself into you." He says, and I moan, just imagining his boxers on the floor and him pushing nonstop into me. "I want to feel you so tight and wet around me and I want to make you come long and hard. Over and over again."

"Freddie…" I move my hips against his fingers, feeling my body growing even hotter.

"But I don't want it to be like this. This time, Sam, I want it to be special. Can you understand that?"

For a moment I forget all about my bodily needs to cup his face and caress his cheek. How did I get so lucky? It's still a mystery, but I'm done wondering and feeling undeserving of this love. He has so much to give to me. He's mine and I'm his, and that is the only thing that matters, so I'm just going to enjoy it and make the most of this feeling. I'm awestruck with his gesture, but I know I shouldn't be. Freddie is always thinking about me. In his world, I come first, and that is something that has never happened to me before. Although I can feel how much he wants me right now – I feel it against my thigh – he refuses to give into his own desires so that this can be special for me.

I wouldn't object, complain or regret it – certainly not cry this time – if he just made love to me right here and now. In fact, I can almost hear my body crying out for him, so he wouldn't have to feel guilty, he wouldn't have to feel like he was hurting me or something, yet he still refuses to take me on the kitchen table. I'll admit that it's not a very romantic place to make love with your husband for the first real time, but our bodies are hot, and we're both dying to give into our unfulfilled desires. We could just get rid of our underwear and be united right here and now, but that wouldn't be special, not like the way he wants it to be – not like he always wanted this to be.

"Any time with you is special for me, Freddie. Anywhere, everywhere, it doesn't matter as long as it's with you I'm with." I tell him. "But I get where you're coming from. The kitchen table is not exactly the most romantic place in the world."

"Thank you for understanding, Sam. And I feel the same way about you, but I just…I want more than this, for me, for you – for us." He says, giving me a sweet little kiss.

"I want it to be special too, Freddie, for our real first time." I confess.

"It's going to be, I promise you."

I believe him, and I know for sure this time it is going to be so much better. My heart is filled with love for him. There's no doubt left in my mind that he loves me and trusts me after everything we've been through together. It's impossible not to rely on him and allow him to rely on me. Although this moment is sweet, I still need something more. My carnal desires are unfulfilled, and my body is still hot and wet, begging for a release only he can give me.

"I know…but do you think you can…I still need…" I move my hips against his hand, gasping at the small friction this movement creates.

"Oh…" He chuckles. "I can do something about this."

He kisses me slow and sensually, deep and powerfully, moving his lips downwards to suck on my neck. I gasp and writhe underneath him, underneath his touch. His fingers work on me again, in and out of me. In no time, he has me moaning his name over and over, like a desperate prayer, and with a simple twitch of his knuckles, he makes me arch my back and grip the sides of the table.

"Freddie…oh Freddie…I love you…so much…oh god…oh!"

"I love you too, beautiful. Love you so much…you're the love of my life, Sam."

I cry out at his words, arch my back off the table and grind my hips frantically against his hand. He presses his lips against the skin above my neckline and I just know I need his lips on me...right there, right now. So I push his head down, trying to tell him without words that I want his lips and teeth closing around my nipples and his hands kneading my flesh.

"Sam…Sammy…" Freddie chuckles against my skin and lifts his head up to look at me. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"Do I have to say? Please don't make me beg for it…" I whine.

"Yes, baby, you'll have to voice it. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you purr it into my ear."

"Ugh!" I groan and tug on his hair, pulling on his head until my lips reach his ear. "I want you to kiss my body. I want your lips on my breasts."

"Your wish is my command." He whispers.

Freddie tugs on the straps of my nightgown and pushes them down my shoulders. He lowers his head to kiss and suck the exposed skin of my chest while his fingers keep working on me. One of his hands has a tight grip on my breast, making my nipple a little puffed, then he wraps his sweet lips around it. I moan out loud, wondering why the hell I ever cried that night. I honestly can't imagine a better sensation than the pleasure he's giving me right now.

"Oh…baby…Freddie, please don't stop. Please, please!" I whine and moan, feeling so close already.

"Don't worry baby, I'll give you what you want and more."

I gasp and arch my back even further, making him take a little bit more of my breast inside his mouth. He uses his teeth to slightly scratch the tip of my nipple, and it's not hard enough to hurt, but it's enough to have me crying out his name. His mouth goes lower, and lower…down south, and I feel him hiking up my nightgown to nip and lick my belly button. With one of his hands, he tugs my underwear down my legs until they are hanging on one of my feet. Something about being here on the kitchen table with him all over me, giving me so much pleasure, feels deliciously wrong, but I don't feel embarrassed. He makes me feel so comfortable. The hell with decency and shame, I want to be consumed by this animal lust he's making me feel right now. No regrets, no doubts, just this liquid fire burning me from inside out. It's all that I want.

"Oh God…!" I gasp out.

I dig my nails into his shoulder blades, already feeling my legs shaking. His fingers then stop working on me, only to be replaced by his tongue, hot and wet, licking me up and down, inside-out. I let out a yelp so loud I'm afraid Brad will come bursting into our kitchen, but I just can't contain myself. I lift my hips up to grind them against his face, and he groans against me, making his tongue vibrate inside of my core.

"Freddie! Freddie…I'm going to…oh God!"

He doesn't reply, doesn't stop, just works his tongue on me harder and harder. With teeth and lips, he sucks on my mound of nerves, making my mind hazy, and when his fingers come back to me, I yell and tug on his hair, grinding his face against me even harder. The feeling, the sensation, the emotion, it's too much for me to take. I never knew sex could mean so much, feel so good, and being here with him only makes everything better. The love we feel for each other only makes everything else better.

"Ah!"

I cry out one more time when his long fingers hit a really sensitive place inside me. He keeps hitting me there until it's too much to take. Soon I'm arching my back off the table in an inhuman way and groaning like a wild, exotic, feral animal. He rides my orgasm out until there's nothing left, and my throat feels sore from all the screams and moans I let out. My body collapses against the table, unable to take any more of this sweet torture. I'm gasping, panting, and breathing like I've been running a marathon – like I've been drowning. And maybe I was, maybe I was drowning in him, and it feels so good that I would gladly die from it.

"Are you alright, love?" He asks me, his breath tickling my neck.

"I think I just died a little bit…"

He chuckles and kisses the very tip of my nose.

"I bet you're going to need some food now, huh?"

"Give me five minutes to breathe."

Freddie laughs, kisses me and when he leans forward, I feel his arousal against my thigh, and I curse myself for being so selfish.

"You want me to…do something about that…?" I offer.

My hand falls to his lap, over his crotch until I reach for him through his boxers. He lets out a low yelp, but wraps his hand around my wrist.

"You don't have to baby, not now, you're tired." He says, caressing my face.

"Not for this." I tell him with a smile. "I'd be glad to do that for you."

"You don't have to, seriously." He kisses me one more time, and helps me sit up. "Not now, but I'll take your offer some other time." He tells me with a smirk.

"As you wish, Mr. Benson."

Because of our little fun time on the table, the food got cold. Freddie heats it up for me as I lie against the table. I feel so exhausted and lazy that I don't fight him when he doesn't accept my offer to help with the dishes. We eat in the living room, sitting on the floor Indian style. It's when we're heading upstairs to take a shower that I realize my body still trembles from my previous orgasm, and I just can't wait to have him again. I just want to be with him, and this time for real.

At about four o'clock we're lying on the couch, just waking up from an afternoon nap, and it's past lunch time. My head is on his chest and he has his arms wrapped around me, and it makes me feel so comfortable, so warm. It feels like home.

While laying here in his arms I had a dream - one of my many dreams about us being a family. We already are, but something is missing – or rather, someone. I just can't help but want a baby, his baby – our baby. I know that we have to take things slowly, but not too slow because I do have to get pregnant within four months. But we just got back to each other, and I don't want to rush him into anything. Still, I can't help but wish, dream and want a little baby growing inside of me.

I never envisioned myself being a mother – I always thought it wasn't in the cards for me. I didn't want to have a stranger's baby, didn't want to be filled by someone I was so sure I was going to hate, because I didn't want to bring a child into the world like that. When I met Freddie and fell in love with him, I caught myself many times dreaming about having his babies.

It probably isn't a good idea, and if I wasn't forced to have a child within six months of marriage, I would choose to wait. The world we live in is not a bright and happy place where the sun shines and birds sing. It's a dangerous place where no kid should be forced to grow up in. Still, I keep finding myself wishing for it. I'd give and do anything to be able to have a normal family with Freddie, in a place where our kids could grow up and be allowed to make their own decisions. But unfortunately that is not in the cards for any of us.

"What are you thinking about, love?" He whispers, stroking my back.

"Just…us. I'm thinking about us." I reply.

"Good or bad?"

"Great." I lift my head to look at him. "Amazing."

"Perfect." He tells me before pressing his lips against mine. "Love you."

"Love you, too." I say.

I'm leaning forward to kiss him again when we hear a siren. It's so loud it hurts my ears. In no time Freddie gets up and has me sheltered behind him like he always does. I have no idea what's going on and for a moment I think Frank Ellis is here to destroy my happiness. I prepare myself to fight, because if he even tries to keep me and Freddie apart, I'll kill the motherfucker.

Ladies and gentlemen, please direct yourselves to the town square. I repeat. Ladies and gentlemen, please direct yourselves to the town square.

A woman's voice announces and I feel Freddie taking my hand in his. His grip is tight as he intertwines our fingers. My heart is beating so fast thinking that Visualize is going to punish us because of what happened with Ellis. But if they were, why call everyone to the town square? Maybe they want to give us our punishment in front of everyone, to set an example. My heart is threatening to rip out of my chest, but I follow Freddie cautiously out the door.

Every other couple in our neighborhood is walking on the same path as us. Most of them seem as agitated, tense, and freaked out as me, and that is my only consolation – I'm not alone in this, whatever this is. I spot Gibby and Wendy clutching onto each other for dear life, but there's no sign of Brad and Carly. My chest aches, because I don't want anything bad to happen to them – especially to Carly. I've watched many forms of cruelty in this lifetime, but hurting a pregnant woman would be the worst kind. I only hope Brad can protect her from them – protect himself.

"Everything will be okay." Freddie whispers to me. "I won't let anyone hurt you, you know that right?"

"I know, baby. And I won't let anyone hurt you, either."

"I know that." He kisses my temple and we keep walking.

When we reach the entrance of the town square, I can see a giant monitor or whatever the hell they call that thing. It's currently off, but I have a feeling I know what I'll be seeing. Bellow the screen there's a stage where I spot three chairs – two mediums and one big. Everybody approaches the stage carefully, not wanting to take any chances. Once we're all in front of it, lining up by couple side by side, a tall man in a suit walks onto the stage and takes the medium chair on the left. Another man with brown hair and fading brown eyes takes the second medium chair.

I grip Freddie's arm very tightly. I don't know if I'm prepared for whatever happens today, but I have to be. If I can just be strong again like I used to be, maybe I'll be more useful. Controlling my emotions, I focus my eyes on the stage where the two men sit proudly. They don't say or do anything, and that gives me time to find Carly and Brad who are sitting on chairs beside the stage, their fronts to the men in suits.

Even from afar I can see Carly gripping tightly onto Brad's hand, and by his position I can tell he's tensed and ready for anything. Maybe he doesn't know what's about to happen, or maybe he does and that's why he's nervous. His eyes find Freddie's in the crowd, and he gives his best friend a reassuring nod. I know that Brad wants everything to be okay and under control, but he can't promise us anything. I also know that if it came down to it, he would have Freddie's back no matter what, but I'm sure Freddie wouldn't want to put his and Carly's lives in any danger.

Finally they turn on the monitor, presenting us the symbol of Visualize that gyrates in the center proudly. That is when a fat man in a white suit comes onto the stage carrying a microphone. He's older than the other two men, and I'm pretty sure his hair should be gray, but it's a weird shade of auburn. His hair is long, tangled up in a braid that doesn't match with his clothes and face. He clears his throat and smiles into the microphone.

"Who is this?" I whisper to Freddie.

"The president of Visualize. The guy by his right is the chef of security, and the other one is the representative of our area, some sort of mayor." He whispers his reply.

"What does he want?"

"I have no idea. He usually doesn't go out in public all that much…"

Freddie stops talking when the man clears his throat one more time. I can see the Visualize's guards everywhere around us, watching our every move, and my stomach churns unpleasantly.

"First of all, good afternoon fellow citizens."

His voice is husky, but not in a good way like Freddie's, it's more…toxic. He smiles all the time, looking very sympathetic and I can tell it's somewhat genuine. I know a fake smile when I see one – I have many of them, a collection of them.

"Many of you must be wondering why we didn't come forward after some…really unfortunate events, and well, we're here now to ease your minds, my dear brothers and sisters. But before I can say anything, I just want to show you a little film so we can all be reminded of how we got here, and never forget to thank God for what we have."

The town square light's are turned off when the movie begins. It's exactly thirty agonizing minutes reminding us of the war and everything bad that happened to us. I watch some people cry and sob over the images they make us watch – the deaths, the destruction, the fragments of a war that scarred us all. I watch as Freddie's face hardens, and I'm so afraid he's going to have a breakdown right there and then, but he doesn't. He keeps quiet during the whole thing, holding onto my hand and keeping me close.

When the movie is over I realize what the point of showing us this was; they want us to see what happened again to make us emotionally weak and disturbed. Scared people are easier to manipulate. Everyone around me looks scared, sad or just really angry, and I have a feeling this is exactly what they wanted to happen. The memories of the war are still very fresh to most of us. Most people here lost everything in this war – being reminded of this is torture.

"It's really sad what humanity is capable of doing when God is not present in their lives." The man says, shaking his head and sighing. "But thankfully God was still present in our hearts when we created Visualize to save the rest of us, brothers and sisters. Because we were able to rise from the ashes with a simple goal: create a better world, a better future. Now, what happened to our sister Celina was unfortunate, but that is what happens when you don't follow the conduct correctly. That's why the laws are created, to guarantee us a better way of life. If we live out of control, we're just going to go back to that." He points to the image of a murdered child frozen on the screen, and my free hand turns into a fist ready for punching.

This is psychological torture, and they have no right to manipulate us like this! I just keep forgetting that they don't really care about that.

"Our dear sister Celina didn't follow the rules, didn't attend church, she didn't respect our way of life and how hard we all worked to get peace." He shakes his head. "And that's why it is important to reminds us of how far we've come, fellow citizens, because regression is only going to be prejudicial for us all. Now I don't want you to see me as 'The President of Visualize,' but a friend who is working right to keep our nation together. We all make mistakes, that's true, but brothers and sisters, Visualize works for your benefit, and with your trust we can guarantee a better future. Now, let's take a look at the work we've been doing together to help us reach the ultimate state of peace and remind ourselves where we are and where we used to be."

This time he plays a different video where houses are being built and people are being taken care of. It shows Visualize people helping kids, feeding people, carrying for the elderly. It shows the small progress we've made ever since they stepped in - the jobs, the rebuilt hospitals, and security. Even I have to admit it's pretty well represented, especially with the narrator being a woman with a soothing voice.

It's important to remember that God has given us a second chance to make a better future, she says.

Suddenly I hear a voice that I know very well, and I feel Freddie tensing up by my side. It's him – he's on screen. It's a montage of our interview with Frank Ellis.

"I love my wife very much." Freddie says with a smile, and he leans closer to me as he does. "I'm very thankful that Visualize brought her to me. They did a wonderful job, and I couldn't be happier."

Other couples smile on the screen, saying how happy they are and how much they owe that to Visualize, Brad and Carly included, along with Gibby and Wendy – the only ones who looks genuinely willing to tell their story to the camera. Many couples thank Visualize for their happiness on screen and suddenly, I'm seeing myself up there too.

"I believe love comes with time, and it takes hard work to build up a relationship, but it's always worth it." My onscreen self forces a smile to the camera.

It's important to dedicate yourselves and put all our efforts into our beliefs, the narrator says.

"I think Visualize will always make sure to choose the best mates for everyone." I say.

"Visualize is the best way to live." A random couple says, and another and another and another.

The screen is divided in little frames, with more than twenty couples, Carly and Brad, Gibby and Wendy included, all of them saying 'thank you, Visualize,' in unison. And last but not least, me and Freddie, alone with the whole screen to ourselves.

"We believe in Visualize." We say.

The screen goes off and the lights comes back on. Freddie's jaw is clenched and I can tell he feels used. I rub the back of his hand and whisper how much I love him into his ear. Hopefully this will ease his tension.

"Now, brothers and sisters, as you can see, Visualize works for the benefit of the nation, all we need and want is your love and dedication to help us make a better future. Next time we have a problem, let's remember the long path we walked, and how we once were punished for walking out of line. We can all make a better future if we just believe. Now, I'm not going to take up any more of your time. It's dinner time after all and you must be hungry, I know I am." He laughs.

"Anyway, I wish you all a goodnight, and whoever wants to volunteer to our join or Peace Forces, just direct yourselves behind the stage and apply. Thank you all dear brothers and sisters and goodnight."

I breathe out for a moment, watching some young men walking behind the stage – they obviously don't know what they're doing. Freddie turns to me, holding my hand as he beings to walk as fast as he can. But before we can leave the town square, Frank Ellis appears in front of us, still wearing a turtleneck.

"Oh, hello there Mr. and Mrs. Benson." He says with that smug smile that makes me want to gag.

"What do you want?" I hiss. "Leave us alone or else you'll have to deal with my fist!"

"But I'm not here to cause any trouble, my dear Sam."

"Then what you want?" Freddie growls.

"I'm just working." He shrugs. "Aren't you happy, Freddie, that you were able to keep your dear little Samantha?"

"I swear to god, Ellis…" Freddie barks, but goes quiet when the president appears right behind Ellis.

"So, you two are the infamous Bensons?" He offers Freddie his right hand. "Antony Wells, nice to meet you, Freddie Benson."

Freddie swallows dryly, but shakes the man's hand anyway.

"Nice to meet you, sir." He says.

"Oh, please, call me Antony. I'm aware of what you've done for this country in the war, Freddie, and for a hero, I go by my first name." He says with a smile. "Now, this must be your lovely young wife…?"

"Samantha." Frank Ellis says.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am."

He takes my hand before I can offer and delivers a quick kiss on the back of it. I can feel Freddie tensing next to me, and for a moment I'm scared of what he might do.

"I have to confess that of all the videos I've seen, yours was the best. You just had the face and the attitude to be the stars of this commercial. I hope you don't mind us using your images. We're just working to have a television with productive shows on every house in this town, and we would like to use this commercial as the official advertisement for Visualize. Think of it as a trade. A favor you're doing for us in exchange for…you know, forgetting about that heinous incident that happened a few days ago."

I take in a deep breath, my whole body shaking, but then Freddie opens his mouth before I can faint or something.

"We'd be honored, sir." He says with a smile.

What the hell is he doing?

"Oh well, that's very good to know!" Wells puts his arm around Freddie's shoulders. "That's the spirit son. You would make a great politician, you know."

"Oh, please sir, I'm just an ordinary engineer." Freddie says with false humbleness.

"But ordinary people make the best leaders!" He exclaims. "Anyway, Freddie, I'll let you take your lovely wife home now. I'm sure you have better things to do than stay here talking to this boring old man."

"Please, sir, that's not true." He says, charming and endearing. "I'm honored."

"You're a very polite young man." He then turns to Ellis, and says: "I like him."

"Yeah sure, sir." Is all Ellis can say.

"I guarantee you our deal will be successful. Now remember, I'm here as a friend of the people, so call me if you need anything. Have a good night Freddie, Samantha." He kisses my hand again, shaking Freddie's own hand just before he leaves.

"Playing dirty now huh, Benson?" Ellis says angrily.

"I'm just following your lead, Ellis. Two can play this game, you know, and it seems to me I have the head start."

Freddie walks away, and I follow him back to our house. He walks really fast, almost making me have to run after him. I want to yell at him for allowing that man to use our image for his twisted, sick, commercial, but I can't do this in the middle of the street. I don't want to take any chances ever again.

He closes and locks the door behind us, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me around.

"Freddie! Freddie, what the hell?" I say.

He puts me on the ground, taking my face between his hands and kissing me passionately as if he hasn't seen me in weeks. It's really hard to be angry at him when he's kissing me with so much love, but I haven't forgotten what he did. When we pull away, he envelopes me in a tight hug and smiles against my neck.

"Freddie! Why the hell did you tell him it was okay to use us like that?" I bark, pushing him away.

"Don't you see, Sam? Don't you understand what that means?" He says eagerly.

"Yes! It means we'll be one more piece in their sick games!"

"That is a small price to pay. What I meant was…we're going to be the face of Visualize."

"And that's good because…?"

"You and I together will represent everything Visualize stands for. If anyone ever tries to separate us, Visualize will go down with us, and they can't have that." He smiles and takes my face in his hands again. "Their image will be tainted and their credibility will be lost. Don't you see? This is our guarantee-"

"-That we'll be able to be together…" I whisper. "Now, no one can touch us. No one can tear us apart."

"Yes, Sam. This means we'll be together!" He hugs me again, burying his face in my hair. "We're out of danger, love. We're safe."

"We are…we are safe." I whisper.

That night I go to bed whispering to myself that the price to pay is insignificant. If it means I get to keep Freddie forever, the price doesn't matter.

Maybe if I tell myself this enough times I'll eventually believe it.

A/N: Hey guys! So I hope you liked this chapter, and just let me tell you that after next chapter we're going to have some serious lemons, so if you're a child and or just don't like it, well, skip the part! They are going to be pretty detailed... Anyway, I just want to thank you guys for the reviews, and say to whoever said Niam was the right OTP… bitch please, they don't have nearly as much chemistry as Ziam. Anyway…

Edited by clarksonfan

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