AN-This oneshot takes place after the Killer Tuna Sam & Cat special. It centers around the little link that PrincessIzz found in the episode. In iLove You, Freddie says that kissing Sam at the lock-in was 'fun'. And then at the end of the Sam & Cat episode, Sam says they would go have some 'fun' once Freddie gets out of the hospital.
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Accommodation
"So just avoid heavy lifting, dangerous environments and roller-coaster for the next few days, and you'll be fine," the doctor told Freddie as he took off the last of his bandages. "Just try and accommodate for your injuries as best you can."
Sam, who was waiting by the end of his hospital bed, rolled her eyes. "Eh, he'll be okay. He doesn't have that exciting of a life anyway."
Freddie narrowed his eyes. "Ha, ha."
"Yes…he does look like a fairly boring fellow," the doctor nodded.
"Hey!" Freddie said indignantly. "That's not…Yeah, it's true."
"Well, if you feel any extreme pain, just give me a call, other than that, you shouldn't need to come back here," the doctor said.
"Okay, thanks," Freddie said as the doctor headed out of the room.
"Okay, Benson," Sam said, getting to her feet. "Ready to have some fun?"
"Yeah, I think so," Freddie said, wincing slightly as he stood up. "Just give me a minute to-ow!"
Sam had tossed a motorcycle helmet right at him, nearly causing him to topple back onto the bed as he caught it.
"Well come on, I don't have all day," Sam said.
"What's this helmet for?" Freddie asked.
"We're taking my motorcycle, duh," Sam replied.
"Your motorcycle-Sam!" Freddie exclaimed. "You heard the doctor! He said no dangerous environments!"
"Hence the helmet," Sam said. "And don't worry, nub, I'll drive carefully. I'll take the street with only three potholes for me jump over."
"You know, now that you're here in LA living on your own, you'd think you'd have gotten a little more responsible and cautious," Freddie said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, you would think that," Sam smiled. "Now you coming or not?"
"I'm coming," Freddie said. "Where are we going anywhere?"
"Well let's see…" Sam said thoughtfully as he walked through the hospital halls. "Your eighty bucks won't get us too far in LA…this city is crazy expensive. So unless you want to shell out more money, our options are Inside-Out-Burger, the beach, or my place. But keep in mind Cat has been up since six this morning trying to figure out how to get our toilet to flush backwards like they do in Australia, so it's kind of messy there."
"Er, the beach sounds nice," Freddie said.
"Good call," Sam said.
….
The two arrived at the beach a little while later, Freddie still feeling his heart racing from the motorcycle ride.
"I thought you said you'd drive carefully!" Freddie said, trying to catch his breath as he got off the bike.
"I did!" Sam said.
"You went through three stop signs and cut off two old ladies crossing the street in their wheelchairs!"
"Eh, I had the right of way," Sam shrugged.
"You had no such thing!"
"Oh quit being such a downer, we're at the beach!" Sam said. "I thought you wanted to have some fun."
"This does look like a nice beach," Freddie sighed.
"Then let's go, Fredgut!" Sam said, hurrying off towards the sand.
"Wait, Sam! I can't run that fast! I'm injured from your demon tuna fish still!"
"First of all, they weren't my fish, they were Dice's," Sam corrected. "And second of all…ugh, just come on. I haven't been to beach in almost six months!"
"Why? You live like, right there."
"Yeah, but I don't have time to lay around on the beach all day," Sam said. "I have to babysit, make sure Cat doesn't try and burn the apartment down, help Dice train his fighter friend, Goomer…and occasionally I have to do chiz for online school. I'm busy!"
"Alright well…what-what do you want to do?" Freddie asked.
Sam sighed as she saw Freddie wincing in pain.
I guess the nub really is hurt…
"Why don't we go sit down by the ocean?" Sam suggested. "You can rest for a little bit."
"But you said-"
"Eh, we'll go down to the boardwalk and play the lame games later or something," Sam shrugged. "Come on, let's go sit."
She walked slowly through the sand so Freddie could keep up.
"Thanks," Freddie said, flashing her a small smile as the two sat down.
"I can't kick a nub when he's down…even when that nub is you," Sam said. She looked over at his arm, still slung in a cast. "So…what do you think your mom's going to say when she sees you like this?"
"I'd rather not think about the explosion right now," Freddie said.
"How'd you manage to convince her to let you come down here in the first place anyway?" Sam asked.
"I told her I was coming here for the Teenage Boys Against Hooliganism and Disobedience club's annual conference that she thinks I'm apart of."
"Ah," Sam nodded. "So, she's still crazy as ever then?"
"Yeah," Freddie chuckled. "I think she's gotten even crazier…or I could just be saying that because with you and Carly gone now, I have to spend a lot more time with her at my place."
Sam looked down at her lap. "Yeah…sorry about that."
Freddie gave her a small smile as he looked out at the ocean. "It's okay…but I've really missed you, you know."
"What? You missed your daily wedgies and constant insults?" Sam scoffed.
"Sort of," Freddie admitted. "Seattle hasn't been the same without you, Sam."
"Well, you have Gibby and Spencer still," Sam reasoned.
"A person can only take so much Gibby," Freddie said. "And Spencer's great, but, well, I guess Carly leaving was the wake-up call he needed to start finally trying to make a few friends his own age. I still hang out with him, but he's not around as much as he used to be."
"Wait…" Sam said slowly. "Are you telling me Spencer Shay made grown-up friends?"
"I know, it's still weird to think about," Freddie nodded.
"Wow," Sam said softly. "Who would've thought…"
"Yeah," Freddie said.
Sam waited a moment, appreciating the silence between the two before she opened up her mouth again to ask about the thing that had been on her mind since she first found out Freddie was in LA. "So…you and Cat…."
"What about her?" Freddie frowned.
"She was flirting pretty hard there with you," she said simply.
"Well yeah, I guess," Freddie agreed. "But I thought you said that was just so she could get back at you for stealing her friend."
"I know," Sam replied. "But…um, she's still cute, right?"
"Um…sure, I guess," Freddie said, confused. "Why are you asking me that?"
"Did you, you know, like it?"
"Like what?" Freddie asked, confused.
"Her flirting with you," Sam said, looking anywhere but his gaze.
"What? No!" Freddie said. "I thought it was weird! But I was so focused on make sure you and your buttocks were okay that I just went with it! Ugh! And I said buttocks again!"
Sam smiled, glad to hear that Freddie was drawn in by Cat's innocently stupid charm.
"I still can't believe you fell for her little story about me and that sports utility vehicle," Sam said. "I knew you were gullible, but I think that's a new low for you."
"Well she said you were hurt, I didn't sit around asking questions!" Freddie defended.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but I don't think buttocks can even get broken."
"Well I'm a tech nerd, not a doctor," Freddie pointed out.
Sam laughed as she looked down at the sand. "So…you-you were worried about me then?"
"Of course," Freddie said. "I care about you Sam…a lot. That's why I was so against you jumping those tuna. If something happened to you, I-I don't know what I would do."
Sam looked up at him. "Really?"
Freddie nodded. "Really."
"Well, um, thanks," Sam said. She cleared her throat. "And, um, if it means anything…I was pretty freaked out when I saw you fall into that tub of tuna. I-I don't want to see you get hurt either…unless I'm the cause of it."
Freddie rolled his eyes. "Thanks…that does mean a lot."
Sam moved a little closer to him. "Hey, well, even though you almost got eaten alive by crazed tuna fish…I'm still glad you're here."
"Me too…even though I'm probably never going to be able to eat a tuna fish sandwich without having some traumatic flashback," Freddie said. "Though I guess that's okay; my mom never buys the stuff anyway."
"Yeah…good thing," Sam said.
Another silence fell over the two.
"So…you and that Robbie guy," Freddie said after a few moments. "You're not…you were just trying get back at Cat for bringing me here to get back at you for stealing her other friend…right?"
"Oh yeah," Sam said at once. "Trust me…I washed my mouth out real good after I kissed him."
"Good," Freddie said. "Because I have to say, after sharing a hospital room for almost a week with that kid…he's horrible."
"Right? I don't know what Cat sees in him, but she really does seem to like him," Sam said. "You realize that since he got out of the hospital two days ago, she's had him over nearly the whole time making him soup and heating his socks?"
"Weird," Freddie said. He glanced over at her. "Although…there have been stranger couples."
Sam grinned. "You mean us?"
"Well yeah," Freddie nodded. "I mean we would be at each others throats fighting one minute, then making out the next, we had that Saturday night tradition of meat golf in the parking lot of Amazing Glaze, and we spent one whole day trying to figure out what exactly is in canned ham."
"Oh yeah," Sam recalled. "We had some good times…weird times, but good ones too."
"We did," Freddie said, smiling at the memories. "It's too bad, though…"
"What is?"
"Um, never mind," Freddie said quickly.
"Dude, spit it out," Sam said firmly.
"Okay," Freddie sighed. "It's just too bad that, well, you live in LA now and I'm still in Seattle because-because now we'll never get to have our second chance at those good times like we planned, remember?"
Sam frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"You remember when we broke up? How we said one day we'd try it out again?" Freddie said heavily. "Well…we never got around to that, did we?"
"No," Sam said softly. "I guess we didn't…"
"And now I guess we'll never get to again," Freddie mumbled. He let out a deep breath. "Oh well, right? I guess it worked out for the best. I didn't exactly become any more abnormal."
"You were 'abnormal' enough to lie to your mom and rush down to LA because you thought I was run over," Sam pointed out. "Only to wind up being mauled by fish."
Freddie chuckled. "True."
Sam bit the corner of her lip. "Look…I-I may live in LA now, and you may still live in Seattle…but does that really have to be the end of it?"
"Huh?"
Sam moved even closer to him. "Just because we're not in the same state anymore, does that really mean we have to just forget any chance of us happening again? You said we were always a strange couple…but we were a pretty good one when we were together, even with all the fighting and differences."
"What are you saying?" Freddie asked slowly.
"I'm saying…If seeing you almost ripped apart by Razorback Tuna has taught me anything, it's that…I sort of need you around, Benson," Sam smirked. "Even if you're not in LA with me…I still need you because I-I…I still love you."
Freddie smiled. "Well if this whole thing has taught me anything, it's that…broken bones and eight dozen bits all over my body are nothing compared to what it's like not having you in my life anymore."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well…maybe we should fix that."
"How would we do that?"
"Oh, I don't know," Sam said. "Maybe…maybe like this."
And with that she leaned over, gently kissing Freddie.
The two stayed like that for several minutes, neither wanting to pull away from the other.
But unfortunately, the lack of oxygen forced them to break the kiss soon, and they pulled apart, both out of breath.
"W-Wow," Freddie managed to stammer. "That was…that was fun."
"It was, wasn't it?" Sam said.
"Yeah…just as much fun as we used to have," Freddie grinned.
Sam laughed. "Well…I know your doctor said no dangerous environments, but there's this really nice spot underneath the pier that's sort of hidden…Wanna go have some more 'fun' there?"
"Only a complete idiot would say no to that," Freddie chuckled. "Let's go."
"Wait, dude, slow down," Sam said as Freddie jumped up. "Don't hurt yourself."
"Don't worry about me," Freddie assured her. "It's worth it."
