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#4-Pirates:

Freddie decided to take a little trip to the fencing studio. He hadn't been there for a while ever since he defeated Doug Toder. It was his victory but claimed that he was done with fencing for a while.

But Freddie was growing bored with all that he was doing with Carly and Sam. He wanted some time off and Carly didn't mind.

Freddie fenced a practice target, dressed in usual fencing jacket, breeches, and plastron. It was at it for at least an hour and was growing tired but Freddie was happy. He forgot how much he enjoyed fencing and wanted to do it more often. But there was school, clubs, his web show, and especially his mother. He struck the target once more and decided it was time to leave until he saw someone come in to the empty fencing studio: Sam.

"What up, Fredhead?" Sam greeted, carrying her jacket and her backpack strapped on her shoulder. Freddie struck the target and turned to her.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm bored."

"Then go hang out with Carly," Freddie said, turning back to his target and striking it once more.

"Eh, she's with Griffin."

"What?!" Freddie exclaimed, dropping the rapier, hitting his foot. He yelped and rubbed his bruised foot.

"When did they get back together?" Freddie asked.

"A little bit ago, but it's getting annoying. Carly's practically all over him," Sam sneered. Freddie scoffed, picking up his rapier and continued practicing. Sam watched intently.

Sam felt good being at the studio with Freddie. The past couple days were hard with Carly going out with Griffin. Sam felt alone and Freddie was her only option. But she didn't mind.

"What?" Freddie asked. Sam snapped out of her thoughts, realizing she was staring at Freddie.

"Oh, nothing," Sam shook off. Freddie smirked.

"You wanna fence, don't you?"

"God no! Only nubs do that sort of stuff," Sam argued.

"It's fun though. You know, I could teach-"

"Nope! Not a chance, Benson!"

"They offer lesson for girls-"

"Can't hear you, I'm going deaf!"

"It's a good opportunity-"

"I'm Helen Keller! GjuioGSigmkwfd."

They stopped simultaneously, meeting each other's gazes. Freddie was still smirking but Sam was annoyed.

"Just fence and I'll stop annoying you, okay?"

Sam fidgeted with her hair, looking at her shoes. He knew she wanted to but Sam Puckett was tough to break.

"Fine, but just to get it over with," Sam said. She got up and went over to the case filled with swords and rapiers. Freddie was eager, yet stunned of what Sam said

Just to get it over with...like our first kiss

Freddie tightened his gloves, glancing up at Sam who was selecting her weapon. She looked at each carefully and pulled out long rapier with a red handle.

"Okay, let's go," Sam said.

"Sam, you need padding," Freddie said, staring at his armored body and then at her armor less body.

"Mama doesn't need protection," Sam replied. Freddie rolled his eyes and slipped his mask on.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yep, dork," Sam said, arms crossed.

They both stood there, waiting for the other to strike. Sam was very causal while Freddie was prepared; a wide stance and sword up. But she struck first. Upper swing. Right slash. Upper swing. All blocked by Freddie. He slashed his sword to her left shoulder, hit her.

"Tag," he said, a grin in his voice. Sam snarled as Freddie took off his mask. He was smiling true victory.

"Games not over, Benson. I just started," Sam said, raising her brows. Freddie did the same and put his mask on.

"Ready?"

"Ham."

Freddie attacked first, quick slashes coming in on different sides. Sam struggled with her defense, her eyes darting wherever Freddie would strike. He tagged her once more, another victory that was child's play for him.

"Argh! I can't grip it!" Sam yelled, moving her hands around the handle of the rapier.

"Look," Freddie showed his blue handle, "Place you thumb like this, as if you're holding a knife...which you probably use a lot."

Sam rolled her eyes but copied his hand grip and felt better about herself. She could win. Freddie put his mask on.

"Ready?"

Sam said nothing but struck him immediately on the chest.

"Ha! I won!" Sam cheered, dancing. Freddie removed his mask.

"Foul! That doesn't count!"

"So," Sam said.

She went to attack again but Freddie blocked. Sam gritted her teeth and went at him again and the two dueled off. Freddie was impressed by Sam's skills. He regretted showing her how to grip the sword. He should've one. The tables had turn and the only way to win was to tap out. But both were determined. They were grinning, each eager for the victory. Sam slashed her sword at Freddie's legs several times, but he back away, crouching down and sliding across the room.

Sam smiled at the silly move and she went at him. He was on the floor, blocking her heavy blow, until she tripped her. She fell to a knee as he jumped up, smirking. He was close to wining the match.

He hammered her repeatedly until something happened: he hit her sword in some way that causes her to help. She cried out in pain, dropping the sword and backed away from the match. She was gripping her hand. But Freddie was laughing. He didn't care. He won and finally gained victory over Sam Puckett.

"Stop laughing like a girl for just tone second, Fredward!" Sam screamed. He did quickly and noticed the reality: he hurt her. He hit her hand, hard. There was a red mark across the fingers as they swelled up.

"Oh, no," Freddie gasped. He dropped his sword and ran over to her.

"Does it hurt?"

"No Freddie, my hands just naturally swell up," Sam said sarcastically. Freddie panicked and the two slid down the wall, Sam gripping her bruised hand.

"Stay here," Freddie said. He rushed over to his fencing bag and brought it over to her. He took out some medical tape and began wrapping her fingers. His tape moved across the until the process was crossing one another. He brought it down to her wrist until her entire hand was wrapped completely.

"There," Freddie said, putting the tape away and sat down next to her. Sam chuckled under her breath.

"You'd think the sky was falling," she said.

"Huh?"

"The way you came over to me," Sam said, facing him with her trademark grin. Freddie flustered.

"Oh! That was nothing. But, I just feel abd when I do that to someone, you know," Freddie explained.

"Sure," Sam said, grinning evilly. She wasn't convinced. Freddie sighed and rubbed her bandaged hand soothingly.

Even though the two pirates fought out of fun, they would never have thought to be that close to one another.

Numero cautro is DONE! Very pleased but if this was rushed, sorry about that. I added some Secret Seddie, so comment what you saw of that.

If think there are some grammar errors but I'm too lazy to edit.

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