AN-This oneshot is a sequel to chapter 274, where Freddie is in a bad car accident.
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Telescope
"Freddie! Are you serious right now?"
"Sam, I told you, I just don't want to be there, okay?" Freddie said as the two sat up in their bedroom.
"Why not?" Sam demanded. "Why wouldn't you want to be at the trial of the man who put you in a coma because he was drunk driving? Huh? Wouldn't you want to see some justice be done?"
"It will be, I'm sure he'll get his license suspended or have to serve time or whatever," Freddie said. "But I don't want to be there for it. I finally got out of the hospital three days ago, and I want to put this whole thing behind me and move on with my life."
"Don't you want to at least see the guy?" Sam asked.
"Nope," Freddie said simply.
"You don't have anything you want to say to him?" Sam asked, crossing her arms.
"Sam, please, I don't want to do this, okay?" Freddie sighed. "I just want to try to forget about this."
Sam was about to argue, but thought better of it at the last second. "Okay," she said. "If that's what you want."
"Thank you," Freddie said, grabbing his crutches. "Now I'm gonna go out back with the telescope and help Ashton with her science project.
"Alright," Sam said softly, resisting the urge to go over to her husband and help him with his crutches, because she knew that he would just tell her that he wanted to do it on his own.
As Freddie left the bedroom, she laid back on their bed.
She was glad Freddie at least seemed ready to put this whole ordeal behind him. But her on the other hand…it had been weeks since the accident, and there had still yet to be a night where she didn't find herself jerked awake as nightmares of that day haunted her sleep.
She sighed. Freddie had his closure, but she was going to make sure she got hers too.
….
"I see why Spencer didn't want to go to law school," Carly said as her and Sam took their seats in the courtroom a few days later. "It's so stuffy in this place! He wouldn't have lasted ten minutes."
"Yeah, place is a real downer," Sam mumbled.
"You doing okay so far?" Carly asked gently.
"I'm fine," Sam said quickly. "Thanks again for coming, by the way. I just didn't want to be here alone."
"It's no problem, Sam," Carly said.
"I still can't believe that Freddie wouldn't want to be here to see the guy get sentenced," Sam said. "If it were me, I'd want to make sure he got punished."
"Everyone has different ways of handling things," Carly said.
"But still, don't you think he'd want to-"
"Court is now in session," the judge said, and the courtroom fell silent.
"We are here today," the judge continued. "For the sentencing of Jeffery Jacobs, who has been charged with one count of driving while intoxicated, and one count reckless endangerment of another individual resulting in serious injury."
"That's the guy?" Carly whispered, looking over on the left side of the courtroom, where a man in his fifties stood next to his lawyer.
"I guess," Sam mumbled. She had never seen this man; all the police had ever told her was his name. She had been thinking that it was some dumb kid coming back from a long night of partying that had slammed into Freddie on his way to work, but this guy was older than her and Freddie. "The state's trying to get him jail time, but his lawyer's trying to get him off on community service and driving school."
"For almost killing Freddie?!"
"Yup," Sam sighed.
The trial lasted for almost three hours. Under normal circumstances, Sam would've likely fallen asleep five minutes in, but now she felt wide awake, and was staring intently at the back of the defendant's head.
"Alright," the judge said after the state attorney had spoken for the last time. "I've reached my sentencing decision. Will the defendant rise?"
Sam and Carly watched as the man stood up with his lawyer.
"Mr. Jacobs will have his license revoked immediately," the judge began. "It will be eligible for renewal in five years. The defendant will also serve thirty days in the Seattle State Penitentiary, since this is this third DUI offense."
"That's insane! The guy lived!" Jeffery Jacobs exclaimed. "You can't put me in jail!"
"I can and I did," the judge said simply. "Court is now dismissed."
"Well this is good," Carly said as the courtroom began to empty. "He's going to jail, he won't be driving for awhile…do you feel better now?"
"A little," Sam shrugged, still looking at Jacobs, who was talking to his lawyer now. "Hey, I'll catch up to you in the parking lot, okay?"
"What are you-"
"I'll just be a minute," Sam said.
Carly nodded. "Okay."
Sam waited until Carly had left the courtroom before she slowly got up and walked over to Jeffery Jacobs.
"Hey!" she said loudly, taking his attention away from his lawyer.
"Who's this lady?" Jacobs sneered.
"This lady is the wife of the guy you hit," Sam snapped, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.
"For the love of-Your husband lived, didn't he?" Jacobs said, rolling his eyes. "So why don't you and this court get over it, will you?"
Sam, silently cursing that there were still many court cops hanging around, clenched her fists.
"Do you know that when you hit him," Sam said in a scarily quiet voice. "That you caused one of his lungs to be completely punctured, and that it had to be removed? Do you know that you broke twelve of his bones? Do you know that you put him in a coma? That he had a thirty percent chance of living? That he has four kids at home that would've been left fatherless if your car had crashed into his five more centimeters to the right of him? Do you even care?"
Jacobs stared back at her, speechless.
"Have fun in jail," Sam mumbled, turning and leaving the courtroom.
"We ready to leave?" Carly asked as Sam came out to the parking lot, where Carly was waiting by her car.
"Uh-huh," Sam said, getting into the passenger seat.
…..
"Hey baby," Freddie said as Sam returned home later that day.
"Hey," Sam smiled as she saw all four of her and Freddie's kids sitting around him, coloring on his leg cast. "Wow, you guys look like you're having fun."
"Isn't it pretty mommy?" seven-year old Ashton asked, drawing a line of hearts on the cast.
"Very," Sam chuckled, sitting down next to Freddie.
"Where were you all day?" Freddie asked as he put his arm around her.
"Just helping Carly with some things," Sam said.
"Look, dad, I'm drawing Nug Nug on your cast!" Jason said proudly.
"Nice," Freddie grinned.
"You do realize you're gonna have to go to work with this cast now?" Sam whispered to him.
"Yeah, I know," Freddie shrugged. "But I don't mind."
Sam leaned her head over and gave him a long kiss.
"Ew!" all four kids shrieked.
"Go back to drawing!" Sam said, rolling her eyes as she pulled away from her husband.
"What was that for?" Freddie asked, smiling.
Sam shrugged. "Just because."
