(A/N: Hey people of the fanfiction world. I need some help…

So, I can dish out a chapter of this story in an hour if I'm motivated. It's easy for me, because it's fanfiction. It's so much easier for me to write fanfiction than it is for me to write my own junk. It took me an entire day to write a chapter [an actual chapter, ten pages] and I still think it's not good enough. Any advice to overcome this?

Also,

I just watched iStart A Fanwar, and I am ashamed xD I see myself in there, standing up and shouting out "SEDDIE" along with Gilbert. How come there were more Creddiers than Seddiers in the crowd? Seddie had more fans even then, or so Wiki says…)

37.) Nail Gun (Sam's POV)

Sam presses a pillow to each other to block out the sounds of…well, maybe it's best that she doesn't describe it. Her mum brought home yet another sleazy guy, and well…you know how it goes.

"Why can't they rent a motel room?" Sam groans to one in particular because there is no one to talk to. She sees Bacon curled up into a ball, completely oblivious to the noise, and she growls, "Okay then, dog. Leave me here for myself."

Her hand flies to the tiny box, her special box filled with Benadryl, and reaches to grab a couple. She groans when she realizes that she is out of them, and forgot to pick them up from the pharmacy. "Daaaaamn."

She hears her mum's door open and she stumbles into her room. Her spiky pixie bob was now sex hair, and Sam rolls her eyes.

"Ibuprofen?" Her mum slurs.

"Can't do that. You're drunk." Sam responds.

"Don't be like that."

"Mum, Freddie told me that taking medication while you're intoxicated can seriously hurt you. You're going to have to ride out your hangover from last night yourself—and drinking even more doesn't help, by the way."

"I'll just buy my own." Her mum growls and limps out of her room. Sam opens her mouth, about to say something, but she knew it was no point and she closes her mouth.

She can't wait until she's eighteen. When she's eighteen, you can bet that the first thing she'll be doing is leaving this hellhole. She only has to wait until her birthday in April and she'll escape.

But then where will she go? She's going to have to hike all the way out to Massachusetts with Freddie. She wanted to stay in Seattle, but she's not going to leave Freddie. Not today, not tomorrow, or any day in the future. And Freddie wouldn't leave her behind, and she would obviously come with him in this situation. But she didn't even know Massachusetts was a state before Freddie began telling her about all of his dreams of going there! What is the capital of Massachusetts, anyway? She knows nothing about the place but she'll be hiking out there in less than a year.

She hears coughing, and her head snaps up. The guy that her mum was undoubtedly milking before walks into her room as if he owned the place. Sam sits back and glances up.

"'Sup." She says.

"Where's your mother?" He was clearly drunk, his mind somewhere else.

"Buying drugs. And not the drugs you're thinking of, ibuprofen and such. Out of luck." Sam glances at her nails, looking at the chipped purple nail polish.

"Didn't know she had a daughter." He comes closer.

"Yeah, well. You must be blind then. You can't see the stretch marks?"

"How old are you?"

"Too young." She flashes back. Oh, that's good, Puckett. Write that one down.

He's only three feet away now, eying her up.

"Not a step closer." She threatens.

"Don't be like that." He steps closer. "Your mum doesn't have to know."

And so that's the issue here?

Sam rolls her eyes and stretches over to her nightstand. In the brief seconds she ponders on what she'll use. Her knife? Nah, she might kill him. Her pepperspray? Aw, she ran out of it. Her nunchuks? Fun, but they are in her closet right now. Her gun? She'd definitely kill him. Her ninja eggs? Nah, they can't have a repeat of the Matt incident. Maybe she'll use her—

The man grabs a fistful of her hair and pushes her against the wall. She grits her teeth. Fuck, I felt that! Still, she feels no fear; she knows how to deal with this.

Her foot jets forward and hits him where you don't want to be hit. Ripping out of his grasp, she moves to the other side of her bed and grabs her latest weapon. The weapon that she begged Freddie to buy her, and despite his resistance, he finally gave into.

Her hand encloses around the nail gun and she stands up fully, waiting for him to lunge again. And when he does, she sends two nails flying in his direction. His scream of pain makes her snicker a bit.

That has to hurt, she thinks to herself. Now you see why she's not afraid of rapists?

She moves to her living room, her nail gun still poised to strike as she dials Freddie's number.

She waits.

And waits.

"Sam?"

"Hey, Freddie." She says. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Well, it seems as if—"

She is interrupted by a venomous hiss from her bedroom. "You little bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Sam, who the hell was that?"

"A kind of nail-gunned a rather frustrated man. You wanna come and help me out?"

She watches the man sprint towards the door. She simply lifts her nail gun and sends three more nails through him. He recoils again, his mouth stretching wide in pain.

"It's not good, Freddie. Just come—please—" She hangs up the phone, stuffs it in her shirt and springs upward. Whipping out the door, she's surrounded by darkness, and no car to take.

Guess she's walking, then. Or running.

He follows her out, and her breath hitches in her throat. In the dark, she lifts the nail gun again and attempts to aim for his eyes. She decides against it, knowing he'd be blind forever, and she just continues to run.

She no longer hears the footsteps running behind her. Slowing to a halt, she pants and looks back and forth. Is she out of the clear? She must be.

Freddie's headlights shine over her, and her heart melts in relief. Moving up towards the passenger's seat, she opens the door and smiles.

"Well, that was close." She pants.

Freddie's immediately on the case, grabbing her wrist and assessing her condition up and down. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, but the sorry ass who tried to mess with me is." Sam growls back.

"What happened?"

"My mum's new boyfriend got a little too comfortable. Doesn't matter. I planted five nails through his sad self, and it's all good." She wraps her arms around his neck. "That was…really close."

Freddie just holds her closer, not saying anything.

"What are you thinking?" She asks.

"You can't do this forever, you know."

"Do what?"

"Stay there. It's getting too dangerous. You said so yourself that it was close!"

"Freddie, I only have to wait until my birthday." She tells him gently. "I'll be allowed to leave—not that my mum would care, anyways—and I'll be okay until then."

"And what if you're not?" His voice trembles a bit. "Don't you see that I worry?"

"I'll be okay. And where else could I go? Your mum hates me."

"My mother hates you, I know…but there has to be some way…"

"It scares me a bit, but I've been holding out my hold life. I can do it again."

"Please, Sam." His dark eyes bore into hers.

"But what can I do?"

"We'll figure something out, okay? But for now…just come home with me."

"Your mum home?"

"Yeah…but she was asleep when I last saw her. If we're quiet, I'm sure you can stay the night."

"Quiet, huh? Bummer."

Freddie smiles, draping an arm around her shoulders. He drops his lips to her hear and whispers, "Don't worry. Once school ends we'll get out of here, and we won't have to worry about your mother anymore."

"Pleasant thought, but the drama always has a way of sneaking up on us."

"We'll pull through. We always do."

Sam lays her head on Freddie's chest. "Thanks for coming back for me, yet again. I'll have to save your ass sometime soon."

"Well, that's a happy thought." He chuckles. "Now come on. I gotta drive us back."

Sam moves up and kisses him on his lips briefly. "I don't know where I'd be without you."

"A mental hospital." He smirks.

"You'd be right there with me, boy."