A/N: OK Wow it's almost been a month… but Thesis take a long time to write… and now I am free for a while... though I need to be writing a book I have been asked to write it is taking me six months longer to write… but here is a chapter. Written quickly so it is bond to have numerous errors… oh well. I am so sure you will enjoy the content.

This chapter is all present time, no flash backs because Freddie had the pleasure to daydream about the last time they were together.

Chap. 7 Out of the blue

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited

But I couldn't stay away I couldn't fight it

I'd hoped you'd see my face

And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over

Sam and Carly walked into the bathroom to touch up and cool down from all of the dancing. They had never really hung out like adults did. This was their first night clubbing, and drinking and they had to admit it was a lot of fun.

"We need to do this more often Sam." Carly said running a brush through her hair.

"Dude, I know," Sam said leaning closer to the mirror and applying lip-gloss. "That Drag queen is cuter than me." They laughed as Charlie walked into the bathroom. She stood next to Sam, as Sam re-lined her eyes.

She stared at Sam through the mirror. Sam backed off from the mirror and turned to her. "May I help you Charlotte?"

"I guess I want to thank you." Charlie said thoughtfully, still staring.

"For?"

"Letting the best man in the world go…" Charlie watched as Sam's countenance went even more defensive. "You must truly be kicking yourself now."

Sam pursed her lips. She wanted to tell Charlie how the sacrifice was not hers, it was Freddie that walked away so that she could have the life many only dreamed about. That she would have gladly thrown all of it away to be with Freddie the rest of her life. Instead she smiled, "you're welcome."

Carly watched the exchange in awe. Celebrity, true celebrity had changed Sam. Was it celebrity or maturity, or maybe both. "What makes you think Freddy isn't kicking himself for letting her go?" Carly said, the alcohol she had consumed, made her say what was on her mind. "I mean Look at yourself in the mirror! Look at Sam, you're nothing but a cheap imitation of the original!"

"Carly!" Sam said putting all of her stuff away.

"You are a cheap and annoying imitation… God you're annoying."

"Carly," Sam said pulling her out of the bathroom. "Let's just go dance with the queens."

"Sam let me go," Carly said over the music.

"What are you doing to me Shay?" Sam said letting her go. "Next time you are driving because I am not letting you drink again."

"Someone had to break that stupid delusion that she had that Freddie is over you. You have to wake up and realize that it isn't over for him! The same way that it isn't over for you." Carly shouted back, but the music had hit a momentary snag. It was silent except for the words that rang out from her.

Sam sighed, and hung her head. "Come on it's time for you to go home." On her way out of the door, she caught a glimpse of Freddie. Charlie was frantically talking about what had happened in the bathroom.

After dropping Carly at home, Sam had the driver kind of show her the town . she didn't quite want to be in her hotel room. Plus she was a little hungry. "hey Jeeves…"

"Bryan," The driver answered.

"Yeah whatever… Take me to the Westgate" She leaned back. Carly's courage, had made her a little bit more willing to be the Sam she used to be. She was going to talk to Freddie.

She walked into the Lobby of the Westgate. Glad that it was empty, because it was 4 in the morning. She walked straight through and into the elevator. She paced the elevator. What was she going say to him when she saw him?

The hallway stretched out of in front of her. Each step she took made her more and more nervous. A rush of emotion overtook her. When did I become such a chicken? Sam asked herself as she stopped in front of Freddie's door.

She put her ear to the door to see if they had already arrived. She head a few mumbles. Sam took a deep breath to stay her nerves and knocked on the door. Freddie opened the door. "Sam?"

Any words she could have said escaped her. She tried to speak but the words would not come. Why had she come to an engaged man at four o clock in the morning? In one swift movement, Sam launched herself at him and gave him a deep lingering kiss. She had been longing to do it the moment she saw him the day before.

Freddie didn't fight it at first; he had been aching to kiss her lips. He became lost in the kiss, he almost forgot about Charlie. Almost. He took hold of Sam's shoulder, and gently pushed her away.

Her eyes open slowly and her demeanor changed realizing the vulnerable spot she put herself in. "oh, God…"

"Sam I…"

"I, I'm sorry… I couldn't…" Frustrated at herself she turned and walked away as fast and as dignified as her legs would take her. Freddie stood there as if in a trance as he watched her go.

"Freddie Who was it?" Charlie asks coming to the door. She snaked an arm around his bicep went up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Freddie smiled and shrugged. "No one, some drunk locked out of his room."

"Oh!" Charlie giggles, "Let's go to bed." Freddie complied, but looked over his shoulder down the hall before closing the door behind them.

Down in the lobby Sam moved as fast as her legs could take her to her limo. 'Where to?" Bryan asked.

"Lets go get a bucket of Chicken then to the W"

"Will do" Bryan replied as he pulled off .