AN-This oneshot is a sequel to ch592, where Freddie breaks his ankle in New York and admits that he still loves Sam while he's loopy on pain pills. Enjoy!

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Approximation

"Alright Sam, we are laying out some ground rules for this flight right now," Freddie said firmly as the two of them took their seats. "There's going to be no throwing airline peanuts at me. There's going to be no bribing the kid behind me to kick my seat during the entire flight. There's going to be no spilling your soda on my lap and then telling the flight attendant I 'had a little accident'. I just want a peaceful flight, okay?"

"Jeez, what's your problem?" Sam said. "Why are your pants in a knot?"

"Because I've been on flights with you before!" Freddie snapped, adjusting himself in his seat so he could rest his crutches by him. "And you always have a way of driving me so crazy that I just want to find a parachute and jump out of the plane!"

"There's no parachutes around, nub, so looks like your stuck with me," Sam smirked.

"Come on, Sam, can you please just let me rest until we get back to Seattle?" Freddie moaned. "You know my ankle's bothering me. I knew I should've taken one of those pain pills before I boarded."

"Yeah, maybe then you'd be a bit more pleasant," Sam said. "You're actually somewhat entertaining with those things."

"I just wish I could've got my seat next to Carly or Spencer," Freddie mumbled crankily. "Not the one person who seems to make it her goal every day to drive me to new levels on insanity."

"You didn't seem to mind me too much that night you twisted your ankle," Sam said smugly.

"Huh?" Freddie frowned.

"Nothing," Sam said quickly. "Look, I-I'm exhausted from doing Jimmy Fallon last night too, so-so I'm just going to sleep until we get back to Seattle so you don't have to worry about me bugging you. Just-Just give me your peanuts when they come and we won't have any problems."

"Good," Freddie said. He winced slightly as he continued to try and get comfortable in his seat.

"You want the aisle?" Sam asked. "So your ankle can have more room?"

"Oh…yeah, sure," Freddie said. "Um…thanks."

Once the two switched their seats around, with Sam now by the window and Freddie by the aisle, Sam glance back over. "So…your ankle's still hurting?"

"Yeah, I think it's from the cold," Freddie nodded. "It affects the way your body heals sometimes."

"I thought that was only with old people," Sam frowned.

"I just wish my pain pills weren't in my luggage," Freddie moaned.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time," Sam said, her face reddening slightly at the mention of those pills. "Hey…but-but speaking of them…what-what's in them?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Freddie asked.

"You know…what's in them that makes them…work?" Sam asked.

"Well…I dunno," Freddie said. "I suppose maybe the codeine or-"

"But does that make you loopy?" Sam asked.

"Loopy?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "You-You know how people get all happy and giggly when they take those pain pills sometimes?"

"Sure," Freddie nodded. "Although my pain pills are pretty weak, so I don't think they'd make anybody too loopy-"

"Oh…you haven't seen yourself after you take them," Sam chuckled.

"Wait…am-am I really that wacky after?" Freddie asked.

"Well you remember how weird Gibby was after he had to take his pain pills when I accidently dislocated his shoulder?"

"I don't think that was a complete accident, but yeah," Freddie replied. "He was real bad. He tried to convince everybody that he was the pope."

"Well you're about three times as loopy as him," Sam grinned.

"I-I am not!" Freddie said indignantly.

"Dude, last night you rambled on for hours about applesauce," Sam said. "Ad you said that we were approximately thirty minutes away from Pluto."

"Well I-I-Fine!" Freddie said. "But who cares? Everybody gets loopy from pain medicine and says stuff they don't mean."
Sam's face faltered slightly. "Okay, um, so-so then that's a thing then?"

"What's a thing?"

"Saying stuff that's not true," Sam said. "So basically everything that comes out of your mouth when you're on those pills isn't true."
"Well…I-I don't know if it's not true," Freddie said. "I mean…I don't think being on those pills just causes you to start making things up out of the blue."

"Sure it does!" Sam said. "When I was at the dentist and they gave me that gas stuff I told everyone my thumb was missing."

"Yeah, but you actually did believe that," Freddie said. "No, see, I think that the stuff in the pain pills and that nitric oxide just makes you very willing to tell people everything. So you say anything that pops into your head without first thinking about how stupid it may be."

"Oh…" Sam said thoughtfully. "So-So if I were to take some of those pain pill and then I were to say, oh, I dunno, that I love Brussels sprouts-"

"Then maybe you have some underlying love of Brussels sprouts," Freddie shrugged. "I mean have you ever tried them? They're not bad and-"

"So-So what you're saying is that people could be saying things that they've been thinking about or feeling all along when they take these pills," Sam said slowly. "But they've just never said them out loud?"

"Yeah, that-that sounds about right," Freddie nodded.

"Ah," Sam said softly, her mind racing at this new information.

"Wait…how come you suddenly care so much about how loopy pills work?" Freddie asked curiously.

"No reason," Sam said quickly. "Um, so-so you said you wanted a nice relaxing plane ride? Well let's start now and-"

"Um…hold on," Freddie said. "Sam…what-what did I say when I was taking those pills?"
"I told you," Sam said. "You talked about applesauce."

"That was last night," Freddie said. "What about the night before…when I first got them."
"Oh, um, I-I don't really recall…" Sam said lamely.

"Sam, it's a five hour plane ride back to Seattle," Freddie said, crossing his arms. "I've got time."

"Okay, who bugs who on planes now?" Sam snapped.

"Come on, was-was it really that bad?" Freddie asked. "Did-Did I make myself sound like an idiot?"

"I-I don't know if I'd say you sounded like an idiot," Sam mumbled.

"So just tell me what I said."

"Dude…" Sam said. "I-I don't think you want me to do this."
"Why not?" Freddie shrugged. "I can take it."

Sam took a deep breath. "Fine. So, um…you-you forgot that we had stairs back at Bushwell Plaza…"

"Oh," Freddie said. "Well, I guess that's kind of funny."

"You-You thought two-teen was a number."

"I guess my math team would be pretty wazzed off, but that's okay," Freddie said.

"I-I convinced you to give me sixty bucks."

"Huh? Sam!" Freddie exclaimed, yanking his wallet out of his pocket and seeing that it was indeed empty. "Give me my money back!"

"I can't, I spent it on gumballs," Sam replied.

"You-Well you owe me that money back!" Freddie said firmly.

"But you clearly had some desire to give me the money," Sam smirked. "Deep down."

"No, you tricked me!" Freddie said.

"Fine, add it to my tab," Sam shrugged.

"Oh, you mean your gazillion dollar tab?"

"Yeah, that's the one," Sam nodded.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Okay, so…is that it? That's all I said?"

"Um…n-no," Sam said. "There-There was this one other thing."
"What?"

"Um…okay, so-so you said you wanted to tell me a secret," Sam began.

"Right…"

"And-And, well, you-you were still all giggly," Sam continued, avoiding eye contact.

"But what did I say?" Freddie asked. "What was the big secret?"

"You seriously don't remember?"

"Sam, I honestly don't remember anything that I said when I was on those pain pills," Freddie said. "I told you a million times!"

"Oh, yeah," Sam said. "Well, um…see, what-what you said was…you-you kind of…you said you loved me."

Freddie's eyes widened with shock. "I-I told you-I-I said…Are-Are you sure I didn't say loathe?"

Sam shook her head. "Nope. You said love."

"Oh…." Freddie said simply, looking as though he had just been hit over the head with a frying pan. "Um, well…well I-"

"Well, look, it-it's not really a big deal," Sam said quickly, seeing how utterly uncomfortable Freddie looked. "Um…you-you-I know! You probably got caught up in the moment!"

"The moment?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "See, since nobody else was around, I was forced to take care of you after we got back from getting your ankle fixed. So-So I helped you up the stairs and into bed and I propped up your ankle….I was being a real saint! I totally earned that sixty bucks so-so you can go ahead and take that off my tab. But the point is…maybe-maybe you just really appreciated me taking care of you and that's what you meant by the whole 'I love you', You loved what I was doing for you."

"Huh," Freddie said slowly, his face still red. "Yeah…I-I guess that makes sense. Because-Because it's not like I-I'm in love with you or anything crazy like that. I mean that'd be insane, right?"
"Totally!" Sam agreed. "Completely insane."

"Bonkers," Freddie nodded.

The two were silent for a moment.

"So, um, I-I think my ankle's really starting to feel better, actually," Freddie said finally. "So-So I think I'm just gonna throw away those pain pills when we get back home."

"Yeah, that's probably for the best," Sam nodded quickly.