AN-This is a sequel to chapter 317, where Sam got beat up by Dana after Sam broke up the Smash Party in iRescue Carly.

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Daytime

"I sort of like this," Sam smirked as Freddie handed her a bottle of root hear while she laid on the sofa. "You waiting on me hand and foot."

"Well the doctor said you need to stay off your feet for a few days," Freddie shrugged, sitting down next to her. "Besides, how is this different from any normal day?"

"True," Sam agreed as she took a sip of her drink.

"So how you feeling?" Freddie asked.

"I'm fine," Sam scoffed. "Dana's punch is nothing compared to mine."

"She still hit you pretty hard," Freddie pointed out, gently placing an ice bag on a large bruise on her arm. "I'm just glad she's going off to jail. I can't believe she jumped you like that just for ruining her party."

"Yeah, well, the chick's crazy," Sam said, picking up her cellphone that had been buzzing.

"Who texted?" Freddie asked.

"Just one of my other prison friends," Sam sighed. "Dana's out of the hospital and apparently she's out on bail until her actual court hearing."

"What? How could they let her just run free like that?" Freddie exclaimed. "She attacked you!"

"Dude, chill, people make bail all the time, it's a thing," Sam told him.

"I just don't want her to hurt you again," Freddie said.

"Do you think you're dating some whimp like Carly?" Sam scoffed. "I can fight way better than Dana. The only reason she got a punch on me last time was because she had a bunch of other people holding me down for her."

"I dunno, I still don't like it…" Freddie said. "Just make sure you don't go looking for trouble."

"I won't," Sam said, avoiding her boyfriend's eyes.

Freddie frowned. "Sam?"

"What?" Sam asked, somewhat defensively.

"You won't go looking for Dana, will you?"

"You've seen me fight, I don't know why you're so paranoid," Sam snapped.

"Can you please just look me in the eye and tell me you won't see Dana," Freddie asked.

Sam sighed. "I-Look, there's this sort of…tradition among my old Juvie friends."

"Tradition?" Freddie repeated, not liking how this was sounding.

"When they're waiting to hear how bad their sentence is, the person meets face-to-face with whoever got them in the trouble in the first place," Sam told him.

"So you are going to meet her!" Freddie exclaimed.

"I have to!" Sam said. "If I don't…all the cred I still have left goes down the drain!"

"Who cares about your cred, Sam, you can get hurt!"

"For the last time, I can fight!" Sam argued. "These fights always bring a lot of people to watch…Dana won't be able to bring her little gang behind her to help her fight me or she'll just look weak in front of everyone."

"I don't want you doing this!" Freddie said firmly.

Sam narrowed her eyes. "You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do."

"So you're actually going to go through with this fight?" Freddie asked, crossing his arms. "When you know how I feel about it?"

"I already told them I'd be there," Sam said simply. "Tomorrow night in that alley behind El Guapo Taco."

"Sam, you're barely healed up!" Freddie told her. "Please don't do this."

"I'm doing it," Sam said. "Whether you like it or not."

"Yeah, well," Freddie said harshly, getting to his feet and heading to the door. "I don't."

And with that he left the house, slamming the door behind him.

Freddie didn't sleep at all that night, and the entire day he felt more nervous and anxious than he ever had before.

He didn't want to see Sam get into a fight. He knew she would probably beat that Dana chick, but what if she didn't? What if she got hurt even worse than last time.

He loved Sam, but he hated how stubborn she could be at times.

As daytime turned into nighttime, Freddie kept taking out his phone, about to call Sam. But every time he reminded himself that there was no way he was going to talk Sam out of this.

And so, still feeling overwhelming concern for his girlfriend, Freddie grabbed his keys, told his mom he was going out to buy soy milk, and headed into the night.

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When he arrived at the parking lot of El Taco Guapo, Freddie took a moment to look around and quickly realized this was by far the sketchiest environment he had ever been in. He spotted the alley that Sam had told him the fight was going to take place in and set off.

He could already hear laughs and screams and he braced himself for the worst as he turned into the alley.

A group of about ten teenagers stood there, all looking as though they had come out of Freddie's nightmares.

"Hey, we have a late-comer!" a large man that was nearly twice the size of Freddie jeered as Freddie stepped into the light of the single street lamp.

"Who's he?" another man demanded. "You know him, Dana?"

"Yeah, I know him!" Dana said as she stepped out from behind a tall girl. She glared at Freddie, and Freddie saw she looked even more menacing than she did at the Smash Party where he had last seen her. "That's Puckett's little boyfriend!"

"Pfft, even her dating choices have gone soft!" the tall girl laughed.

Freddie suddenly realized Sam was nowhere to be seen…Had she actually decided to listen to him and not show up.

"I-I don't want any trouble," Freddie said quickly. "I was just looking for Sam and-"

"Yeah, where is your little girlfriend?" Dana interrupted. "Is she too much of a goody two shoes to show up for a fight now?"

"She chickened out!" another girl from the crowd called out. "How pathetic!"

"Typical Puckett," Dana said, shaking her head as she stepped closer to Freddie. "She leaves the Juvie life behind and she forgets who she is."

"I-I'm just gonna go now if Sam's not here," Freddie said lamely, beginning to back away.

"No, stay, you just got here," Dana smirked, grabbing Freddie's arm and dragging him back forcefully. "After all, I came here looking for a fight. And since your precious girlfriend couldn't bother to show up, it looks like I'll just have to settle for you."

And with that she shoved Freddie hard onto the cold ground.

Freddie winced as his body hit the concrete. He looked up at Dana, who was laughing cruelly above him. He made to get up, but she shoved him back down again, this time causing his arm to scrape badly against the ground.

"Hey!" came a voice behind him all of the sudden.

He turned his head and saw Sam coming into the alley.

"Wow, look who finally decided to show up," said Dana as Sam rushed over to Freddie and helped him to his feet.

"Why'd you hit him?" Sam demanded. "You're supposed to fight me."

"Oh don't worry, I saved some for you too," Dana grinned as she thrust her fist at Sam.

Sam was quicker though. She caught Dana's fist and within a split of a second, she had her flipped laying on the ground where Freddie had just been. Sam looked around at the rest of the crowd.

"You all want some too?"

They all backed away slowly, Dana included.

"Then scram!" Sam yelled, and the teens went running.

Once she was sure everyone was gone, Sam turned to Freddie. "What are you doing here?"

"I was here to make sure you didn't get hurt!" Freddie said.

"Yeah but now you're hurt," Sam said softly, looking at his bleeding arm.

Freddie shrugged. "It's just a scratch. Nothing compared to what they did to you the other day."

Sam sighed. "Dana's not exactly the nicest girl…is she?"
"I've gathered that," Freddie said sarcastically.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "I'm fine."

Sam looked at her feet. "Look…I was thinking. I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you because you didn't want me to come to this fight. You were just looking out for me…"

"Sam, I just love you so much," Freddie told her. "I-I don't want you to get hurt. Ever."

"I know," Sam whispered, gently taking his hand. "I don't want you to ever get hurt either. Next time I get pushed into a fight…I'm not doing it. No matter how much of my cred I lose."

"Well I'd say by the way you flipped Dana, your cred is pretty safe," Freddie grinned.

"Aw, thanks," Sam chuckled, standing on her toes to kiss him.

"Hey, since we're already at El Guapo Taco, wanna go get some tacos?" Freddie said once they broke apart.

"I thought you'd never ask," Sam smiled.