iAmHere

A/N: Hehehe, it's HERE! Plus, some slight Christian views, though nothing against gays, but mention of Jesus and some stuff, not overly though.

There's a lot of Seddie in this chap too, so it's not ALL about Xavier, but most of it is.

Freddie Benson rushed into room 209 which read 'XAVIER BENSON- ALL, AND OTHER SEVERE BRAIN/PHYSICAL CASES'. "Zavi!!! Xavier, can you hear me?" Freddie asked, looking at his so small brother.

Xavier was always small for his age, but now he looked even smaller.

His head was full of soft brown curls, but the chemo had taken all of that away. His eyes, however, were and still are a shocking shade of blue.

--FREDDIE BENSON--

I hate him.

I hate God, and Xavier.

I hate them so much.

I hate Xavier because he made me feel this.

This pain and regret.

I know it's not his fault he's so helpless, and so innocent.

But I hate him anyways.

I hate God too.

He made him this way.

He took my sweet innocent little brother.

And he hurt him.

He hurt him so badly, he can barely talk, and barely breath.

I HATE IT!

My God. I hate looking at him, lying there, his eyes blank, his face pallid and apathetic.

His eyes, so cold, so dark.

Like no one's in there.

He's lifeless.

WHY?!

I can't understand.

Why is he like this?

So sad....

So little...

He's 12, going to be 13 on April 19th.

But he resembles a small 9 year old.

He's lying there, doctors swarming around, doing things to him.

"Quick, spinal tap, hurry, the count is lowering," I heard a doctor mutter.

I was suddenly pushed away from my brother, "Sorry kid, but we need the room," he said.

I watched from the side as Xavier's eyes widened at the sight of the long needle. "No, you're going to hurt him," I whispered.

They turned Xavier over on his side, and he had a violent neck-cracking tic. "Calm down son," a doctor said to him.

"E-eh-ma-la," he stuttered out.

Emla is a cream that numbs the skin before a shot. "Sorry Zave, not enough time," a nurse who I later learned was Evelyn.

Xavier's eyes were fearful. The nurse lade called me over, "You're his brother, aren't you?" she said to me.

I nodded.

"Hold his hand, it'll help him a little," she instructed.

I walked over to Xavier and grasped his tiny hand.

Then I remembered as Xavier said, "Sammy."

"Sam," I called out.

She turned around, "Yeah?"

"Hold his other hand," I told her, gesturing to his other hand.

She tentatively walked over to him and gently took his small hand.

I saw the bad side. The needle was practically shoved into his back. I nearly cried as I heard Xavier cry softly.

"Drain the port," they said softly over my little brother's soft sobs.

Sam's eyes were brimmed with tears as memories flooded back.

She always had me there when they did spinal taps, marrow draws, and everything.....

--FLASHBACK--

"It's gonna be okay Sammy, I promise," I said one day when we were six years old.

She was lying in bed, and was about to get her spinal done. "Hold my hand Freddie?" she whispered.

I grabbed her hand.

They tapped the needle in, and she squeezed my hand softly. I had closed my eyes, but when I opened them, she was there, curled into a ball, sobbing.

I climbed into her bed, lay down next to her and started my old, "It's OK Sammy," chant. It was late at night, and when her parents and my mom came in, they found me, and her lying next to her, my arm around her body, breathing softly.

--END FLASHBACK--

I winced as I saw Xavier's tears soak up his shirt, it was so sad.

He was a strong little kid.

--SAM POV--

This was exactly what happened to me when Freddie and I were six.

I hated that part of my life.

Every time they were going to do something to me when I had my ALL, Freddie was right there, holding my hand.

He use to call me Sammy, and he still does.

Just, not when Carly's around.

--XAVIER POV--

Freddie.

It hurts.

Sam.

Sam is back.

Her and Freddie both.

I heard autism can be mainstreamed.

So that must be why I have been going to those rooms every day.

So I can be normal.

A little.

Sam, she's very pretty.

And Freddie knows it.

--FREDDIE POV--

It's around 12:15 AM, and I'm sitting in a chair next to Xavier's bed. I don't know why.

Sam is in the chair besides me, curled up into a ball, sleeping away.

Her curly blond hair covers her mouth. I quickly brush it away, and she shudders at my tough, but sleeps on. I suddenly had an idea.

I bowed my head and closed my eyes, my hands clasped together.

"Dear God,

I'm Freddie Benson, Of course, you know that already.

God, I don't want anything else from you.

Just one thing.

I want Xavier to live.

Tourrettes, autism, and epilepsy are incurable, but I heard he can grow out of his ALL.

That's all I ask God,

Save him.

Save my little brother."

There was the steady beep of the heart rate monitor next to me.

"You okay," I heard a soft voice say from beside me.

I picked up my head to find Sam staring at me. "I'm fine," I mutter.

She rubs her eyes and yawns. "Sam," I began.

Suddenly, without warning, my eyes flood with tears that spill over relentlessly. Sam just looked at me for a second before pulling me into her warmth. I was on the floor, my head in her lap, sobbing like a baby. "Sh, Freddie, it's ok," she soothed, stroking my hair.

She then gently picked up my head, and stood up and sat down on the floor next to me.

Then, she leant my body against hers, and I cried into her shoulder.

Then, our eyes met, once again.

I fell in love.

Her blue eyes are so entrancing.

Dang it.

So here we are.

Staring at each other.

And before ya' know it.

I kiss her.

She tastes like strawberries.

A/N: Aw, Seddie kisses! Lol, more on Xavier next chappie, I promise.