I have returned with yet another chapter! Yay! Two chapters in less than a week! Be proud of me guys. Anyways, this one is pretty short unfortunately. Just more filler to move the story along. The one reason I like this is because Sam finally comes to grips with who she's become with Chandler and...

Sorry... I'll shut up so I don't give the chap away.

A/N: I watch, therefore I don't own.

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SAM

It was finally night.

I had laid awake in bed all night since Chandler and I had come home from the doctors. For once, I was actually afraid. I was afraid to fall asleep in case Chandler woke up again and decided to punish me more for getting pregnant. He almost got me in the stomach, but I made sure I was protecting the baby. Surprisingly, this wasn't the first time he'd beaten me. In fact, it wasn't even the worst. But since I found out about the baby, my eyes were opened. Sam Puckett would have never allowed herself to live in fear of a man. I would have fought to the death.

When I was sure Chandler was asleep, I got up from the bed slowly, one hand against my stomach and tiptoed out of the room without a sound. I closed the door behind me, turning to knob so it would shut noiselessly, and walked out into the dark hallway, feeling my way through the dark into the bathroom. I shut the door quietly, hesitating before turning on the lights. I knew what I looked like at the moment. Probably black and blue in spots, tear tracks would be on my cheeks... I just didn't want to see for myself.

But after a few minutes of standing in the dark, I reached over to flip the switch. There I was... I looked exactly as I had pictured, except worse. I was looking at a completely different person. The Sam I used to be disappeared when I left Freddie and I instantly knew the only way to get back to my old self, was to go back to him.

I felt the tears threatening to fall, but I wouldn't let them. I closed my eyes and I let myself think only of Freddie for the first time in a long time. I imagined his arms coming around me, holding me tightly against his warm, broad chest. His hands found their way to my belly, where our baby lay and he rubbed gently.

"We're having a baby, Sam..." he whispered.

I opened my eyes, almost expecting to see him standing there. But, of course, he wasn't. I sighed, gently patting my stomach. My child was my concern now, and I knew that he or she wouldn't be safe around Chandler. "Don't worry, baby..." I murmured as softly as I could. "I'm going to get you out of here. I promise. We'll be safe. You'll see! Safe with, Daddy..."

Daddy... That word would bring tears to Freddie's eyes when he found out.

I looked back at myself in the mirror one last time and nodded curtly at my reflection. "Alright... No more playing around, Sam," I instructed myself. "Mama's got to find her man..." And without a second look, I waltzed out of the bathroom.

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CARLY

It was 10 o'clock at night and Mrs. Benson was still on the phone with me about how much she missed her little Freddie-kins and how happy she was that he was coming to visit her. I barely listened anymore, I just put her on speaker and muted my end so she couldn't hear me watching a rerun of Girly Cow.

I couldn't believe what Freddie was doing to himself. Out of everyone on this earth, I didn't expect him to end up like this. He was destroying himself, and it was all because of Sam! Sam... The sound of her name used to make me happy. She was my best friend who basically lived at my house or really... lived in my fridge... when her mom got too crazy to deal with. Now, the sound of her name made me sick. It was the most selfish thing ever for her to play with the man she loved like that.

Freddie is a good man. Well he was...

"Oh! And Carly? Carly? Hello, are you there?" Mrs. Benson shouted into the phone. "Oh no! Have you been kidnapped?"

I grabbed my phone and unmuted it. "Sorry! No Mrs. Benson, I'm perfectly fine."

"Good. Don't forget to tell Freddie to pack his special ointment just in case!"

I chuckled. "Special ointment?"

"Yes, for that funny rash on his little bot-bot."

That made me sick. "Um... s-sure.." I threw up a little in my mouth.

For once the line was quiet for a while. I sat there, nodding awkwardly before I finally spoke. "Okay, well, Freddie will be leaving in a week. I'm pretty sure I should be going to sleep though... I have work in the morning."

"Oh of course!" she answered. "I won't hold you any longer... But tell me one thing..."

I sighed, getting up to fill a glass of water to take with me to bed. "What is it?"

She paused briefly. "How is my son... really? So I won't be surprised when he arrives."

I stopped walking. "...He's a complete mess without Sam. That's why we all want him to come with you. He needs to get away from everything."

She was silent for a while again, then she whispered. "Thank you, Carly... Goodnight."

"Goodnight..." I whispered and ended the call. This would be the best for Freddie. Everywhere he turned in his apartment held a memory of Sam. Getting away would help him move on. It's what he needed.

I took my phone and my glass of water and started to turn off the lights when there was a knock on my door. I groaned, looking at the clock on my oven. 11:08. "What now?" I whispered striding over to my door. I peered through the peep hole and I lost my breath. A blond stood out side, looking dirty, and messy, and wet. My heart pounded as I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly.

"S...Sam?"

Cliffy! I hope to have the next chapter up by the end of the weekend but no promises. Review Review Review!