A.N. Only 2 reviews? I feel so unloved. ;) I hope you all like this chapter. I'm going to try and keep a fair amount of humor so that it doesn't get to dark and/or sappy. Review plz! 3

iJust Need You Ch.2

Spencer watched Sam walk out of the school from the window of the classroom he was hiding out in. He could tell she was upset, her tense shoulders and clenched fists a dead give away.

She walked onto the sidewalk, headed toward his apartment but stopped almost immediately and turned, walking in the opposite direction. That's when he worried. She always went to his place when she was upset. Did she have a fight with Carly? He yanked his cell phone out of his pocket and started texting the blonde.

Hey kiddo, where u goin?

He waited for almost five minutes before she responded.

Home.

He made a face.

But you never go home… at least not when there's a fresh package of ham in my fridge ;)

Spencer was sure that would get her. He kept watching out the window, waiting to see her walk by again, only toward his place.

Not hungry.

He sucked in a sharp breath. Something was seriously wrong if Sam was turning down ham.

What happened Sam?

Nothing. I just have to be away for a while.

Come back and talk to me kiddo.

The next text came back so fast it startled him.

I'm NOT a kid!

He had to admit she was right. As much as he tried to deny it, he found himself staring at her a lot lately. She'd blossomed into a stunning young woman, even though she was only sixteen.

I know that Sam.

Another ten minutes passed with no response so he sent her another text.

If you wont come back here will you at least go to my place so I know you're safe? Please.

A few seconds later, his phone started ringing. A quick glance at the caller ID told him it was Sam. He pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Sa-"

"No." she interrupted. "I c-can't go there, not now." He heard the hitch in her breath and knew she'd been crying.

"Sam what's going on? Did you have a fight with Carly?" He knew it had to have been bad if she was this upset. "You shouldn't be walking around by yourself in the middle of the night, especially when you're this upset. I'm coming to get you."

"I'm already home and I don't want to talk. Goodnight Spence." The phone went dead before he could say anything else.

He heaved a heavy sigh and ran a hand though his shoulder length hair. He didn't know what had happened but he knew it wasn't good. He decided he would let her sort herself out tonight and tomorrow he would drag her to his place, kicking and screaming if he had to, and get to the bottom of this mess.

oOo

After Gibby had come to tell of Spencer's escape, Carly and Freddie spent two hours scouring the school looking for him. They had eventually found him hiding in an unused classroom at the front of the school. He was crouched in the shadows and when Carly came into the room he couldn't help screeching in a very unmanly fashion and making a run for the door. She had managed to catch up, grabbing hold of one of his lanky arms and trying to drag him back to the stimulus chamber. He dug his feet into the floor and resisted with all his strength.

"Your not putting me back in that torture chamber!"

"Stop being such a baby Spencer! We have to finish our project," Carly said and gave a firm tug on his arm, "Now come on!"

Freddie rounded the corner and chuckled at the scene in front of him.

"You're better off not resisting Spence. She wont leave you alone until she gets her way."

"Not a chance!" Spencer shook his head violently. "That box is EVIL!"

Carly threw her hands up.

"Ugh fine! I'm so not in the mood for this!" She crossed her arms and pouted.

Spencer's expression went serious and he put a hand on her shoulder.

"What happened with Sam tonight Carls?" He noticed Freddie and Carly both tensed at his question. Carly looked at her feet, not knowing what to say.

"It's a long story Spence." Freddie stepped up and grabbed Carly's hand.

"We have all night." Said Spencer firmly, drawing up to his full height and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Freddie decided the man was definitely scary when he was towering over you like that.

Freddie told him everything with the occasional input from Carly. By the end, Spencer was rubbing his temples. Partially to fight the oncoming migraine but mostly to distract himself from the flood of jealousy that washed over him.

"What a mess." He mumbled. "Well she went home a while ago so there's nothing to be done tonight. Let's go finish up your projects so we can go home."

oOo

The next morning Carly, Freddie and Spencer left when the lock-in officially ended at seven. They were exhausted, and understandably so. The night had been drama times ten, and now all they wanted to do was sleep. They piled into Spencer's car and headed toward Bushwell. No one had seen Sam in six hours.

"Shouldn't we be worried that Sam never came back last night?" asked Freddie.

"She's at home." Spencer glanced at Freddie and Carly in his rearview mirror. "She sent me a text when she got there."

"Oh…ok." Freddie said slowly.

"Why would she text you Spencer?" Carly chimed in rudely.

"Because I saw her leave and asked her where she was going. She let me know when she got home." Spencer turned up the radio , making it obvious that the conversation was over.

When they got to Bushwell, They went their separate ways, Freddie went home to get some much-needed sleep and Carly and Spencer went to their loft. Carly went straight to bed with a mumbled goodnight but Spencer headed straight for the shower.

Shampooed, shaved and freshly dressed, Spencer grabbed his keys and left the apartment.

The drive to Sam's place wasn't too long and he wanted some time to plan so he stopped at Skybucks along the way and grabbed some coffee. As much as he wanted a plan, he had nothing. He pulled into her parking garage and, deciding to wing it, chugged the rest of his coffee and headed to the elevator.

The door opened on the sixth floor and he made his way to 6-B, Sam's apartment. He gave three loud knocks before he heard her stomping to the door.

"This had better be important!" She hollered as she yanked the door open violently.

"What the hell d'you wa-" Her yelling screeched to a halt when she saw him. "Spence?" she said, confused.

"You're coming with me." He said sternly, grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her toward the elevator.