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Ten minutes later Freddie and Spencer swerved into the junkyard nearly hitting a sleeping hobo in the process.

"Hobo alert!" screamed a now wide-awake Spencer. He had three cups of coffee in his system after Freddie let him stop, all because Spencer had nearly fallen asleep at the wheel.

"Stop! Stop, we'll go on foot from here. We don't need you hitting any of the hobos," Freddie lectured as Spencer screeched the car to a sudden stop.

"Where do you think Sam is," Spencer asked wide-eyed as he bounced lightly in his seat from the excessive caffeine. The junkyard was huge. There were circles of hobo's around burning barrels, and groups of them were sleeping in old rusted cars.

Freddie didn't answer. His attention was locked on a sleeping blonde curled up in a ratty old lawn chair. Without a single word he grabbed his extra jacket from the seat. Opening the door he climbed out shutting it quietly behind him, before he purposely moved toward the slumbering Sam.

Sleeping soundly, there she was. Sam was curled up into a ball, her chair sitting right next to Mike's. Her hair spilled over her face, hiding what Freddie guessed was probably a peaceful expression. She, Mike, and four others were all positioned in a circle around a burning barrel trying to keep warm. As Freddie moved a little closer he noticed that Mike's only jacket was wrapped around Sam. Hearing Freddie's approaching footsteps Mike looked up smiling knowingly at the teen.

Freddie continued moving forward, and could hear Spencer following not too far behind. He walked around the circle of chairs until he was behind Sam's chairs.

"I knew you would show up," Mike whispered wisely, "You're a good boy. Good enough to be her real boyfriend."

Spencer nodded expertly, "I think Freddie here secretly has the hots for Sam."

"Spencer!" Freddie protested, blushing more than the average person would or should have.

Spencer shrugged, his eyes moving over the different stacks of junk. Without warning he took off his eyes transfixed on an old rusty sink in the distance. Freddie didn't even bother to chase after him. He would go after him after he woke Sam up.

Mike chuckled at Spencer actions before turning and removing his coat from Sam's shoulder's. The cold air caused her to shiver in the chair.

"Thanks for giving her your jacket," Freddie murmured quietly, "You must be freezing without it."

"After you've been through what I've been through, and lost everything, the cold doesn't matter so much anymore," Mike said sadly, glancing over at Sam, with a look that once again made Freddie feel like he was missing something very important about the relationship. "You take Sam home now, this is no place for a young lady," Mike ordered all the while smiling at Sam.

Freddie raised an eyebrow at Mike's use of the word "lady", but went around to the front of Sam's chair and gently pulled her to her feet. The movement seemed to wake her up as her eyes fluttered open.

"Freddorrito," she whispered, leaning heavily on him.

"It's me, Freddie, and well Spencer is here too. We're here to take you home," he informed her while trying to put his jacket on her and keep her standing at the same time. Freddie made eye contact with Mike as he watched the exchange with thoughtful eyes. Unable to fully comprehend the look he was receiving he moved his head looking over Sam's shoulder where he could make out Spencer talking animatedly to a female hobo.

"Home…"Sam quietly murmured, "We're going back to your apartment? Sweet, we can watch another Saw movie…" her voice trailed off as she slumped against Freddie.

Freddie looked down at her peaceful expression and felt a lump form in his throat. "Home" to her was his place. Granted, she was half asleep and didn't completely understand what she was saying, but still, that was something he never expected to hear from Sam Puckett. His place was probably the only place she felt truly safe, and happy; other than Carly's of course.

"Sam, if I took you home, especially to watch Saw, my mother would kill me, and then she would kill you," he told her gently. She sighed in annoyance at his response and opened her eyes again.

"Grow some balls Fredweird," she muttered. Behind her, Mike started snickering to himself as he watched the exchange unfold.

"Excuse me, but who is the one who ventured into a scary junkyard to rescue an ungrateful blonde," Freddie shot back at her, ignoring Mike.

"I'm the one who was sleeping in the junkyard," she reminded him. Freddie rolled his eyes, and looked over her shoulder for Spencer.

"That makes you more crazy than brave," he pointed out. "No offense Mike," Freddie quickly added. Mike just nodded at him; all the while trying to hide the smile on his face.

"Whatever! It'd still be awesome if I could go home," Sam whispered sadly, as she put her arms around his neck, and snuggled closer to Freddie. He managed to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her waist and pull that much closer. Making it increasingly more difficult for him to convince himself that he did not have feelings for the blonde demon in his arms and that everything he was feeling was a result of his teenage hormones running wild.

"Whatever you say Benson," she whispered softly into his ear. He heard Mike chuckle in the background, but that all seemed very far away. Right now all he could think about was Sam, and her warm breath on his neck.

Casually, Sam tucked her head into Freddie's shoulder. He could literally feel his control slipping through his fingers. He wanted nothing more than the tilt her head up and press his lips firmly against her lips till both became dizzy from lack of oxygen. "Stupid, stupid hormones," He forcefully reminded himself. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for him Spencer came running over with a sink and half of a computer monitor in his arms.

"Time to go love birds!" he announced coming to a stop in front of them.

"If I had the energy I would so slug you right now," Sam muttered, pushing herself off Freddie and staggering towards Spencer.

Without a word Freddie picked her up and heaved her onto his back. Instinctively, she clung to him still dazed. Freddie smiled at her being close once again, even if she seemed pretty cheesed off at the moment.

"What the hell Freddork?" Sam whined. Yep, she was definitely still cheesed off.

"Shut up, and go back to sleep," he ordered.

"Finally, you grow enough balls to tell me to shut up," she said with a yawn, "Too bad I'll have to kill you in the morning."

"You like him too much," Spencer teased. Mike nodded silently in agreement, causing both teens to blush a deep red.

"Whatever," Sam muttered, borrowing her head in Freddie's back.

"You all should get going now, it only gets colder," Mike said softly.

"Thanks again Mike," Freddie whispered so that Sam couldn't hear.

"BYE MIKE! BYE SUSAN!" Spencer screamed as the group made their way back to the car..

Mike and a lady hobo waved to Spencer, who tried to wave back and nearly dropped his sink as a result. Both Mike and the lady started laughing at him, which just made Spencer's smile grow bigger.

"Who's Susan," Freddie asked. Gently, he opened the door before trying to slide Sam in. She flopped into the car barely awake and not even noticing the weird angle of her neck in relation to the seat.

"Susan is a really nice lady who likes beer and cats! She is the one who helped me find my sink!" Spencer said enthusiastically.

"I see," Freddie mumbled as he helped Sam into the back seat. Once she was completely in the car Freddie slid in next to her.

"Why'd you sell your motorcycle and get a car anyway?" Freddie asked as he attempted to buckle both his and San's seatbelts.

"Well on my motorcycle, I never had any room to put all the stuff I get from the junkyard. Plus, my motorcycle attracted too many bad boys that were interested in my baby sister," Spencer finished.

Freddie nodded, remembering Griffin. That was at the same time Sam had managed to convince him to create a website for her. WThat was a complete disaster.

"That couldn't have been enough money, this car is brand new," Freddie pointed out.

"I sold a foam hat I made too," Spencer answered over his shoulder as he pulled out of the junkyard.

"That must have been one expensive hat," Freddie commented.

"It was the sweetest foam hat I ever made."

Sam groaned and fell over onto Freddie's shoulder. With extra care, Freddie tucked a piece of her hair behind her ears that had fallen in front of her eyes. Freddie smiled at her peaceful expression; one that would hopefully last through the night.

Spencer raised an eyebrow at Freddie."So what's up with you and Samantha?" he asked, putting extra emphasis on her full name.

"She's my fake girlfriend," Freddie explained casually, keeping his cool.

"Why?"

"To make Mackenzie jealous."

"Right, she was the one who dumped you."

"No need to bring it up," Freddie harshly responded.

"But you don't care anymore," Spencer pointed out wisely as he carefully pulled the car onto the interstate.

"Huh?"

"You don't care that Mackenzie dumped you, because now you like Sam! You won't tell her though, because you think she won't feel the same way about you. Then she won't even be your fake girlfriend!" Spencer briefly looked back at Freddie and grinned, daring him to prove him wrong.

"Come on Spencer, you know I don't feel that way about Sam!"

"Really, then how come whenever she gets close you practically pass out?"

"It's just hormones!" Freddie defended.

"Sure, and at the movie theater; did Thomas check Sam out?"

"Yea…," Freddie stiffened at the memory of that evening.

"Did you feel mad? Upset? Jealous?" quizzed Spencer in rapid fire succession.

"Isn't bunnyhug a weird word? I mean, it's not like you're getting a hug from a bunny. People from Canada are the strangest," Freddie rambled off mentioning the Canadian slang word for hoodie.

"You were jealous, weren't you?"

Freddie sighed. Obviously his plan to distract Spencer had completely failed. He glanced out the window and noticed that they were nearly at Bushwell Plaza. Thanks to the coffee Spencer had consumed, the car ride was almost half of its normal length.

"Home; sweet home," Freddie sang, before unbuckling both of their seatbelts. Spencer gave up on getting a confession from Freddie and turned off the car's ignition.

"I thought you said we weren't going home?" Sam asked, still half asleep.

"We're not. You're going home with Spencer." Freddie told her, helping her out of the car.

"Why can't I go home?" Sam growled angrily, seeming to forget their conversation in the junkyard.

"My crazy mother," was Freddie's simple answer.

"I hate your mom."

"I know."

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