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So, next chapter up.

I'm honestly lost as to where to take this story. If anyone wants to start to co-write this with me, or has any ideas, any ideas at all as to where I should go next, PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I NEED HELP. D:

It may be because I just want "Signal Fire" to update, and I want to read "Mockingjay", and figuring out what to put in my original story, but I'm lost. (btw, if you want to read what I have for my original piece, then I'll find a way to get it to you.) :L

Anyway, enjoy this chapter, and leave a review, and your suggestions. Thanks. :)

iRun Away.

Running full speed into the lobby of Bushwell Plaza, ignoring the furious frenzied cries of Lewbert the Doorman, she took the elevator up to Carly's apartment, which had served as Sam's home ever since her mom had run away with one of her so called "loves". Confused, she let herself have a brief moment of vulnerability, leaning on the corner of the elevator. Here she was, about to do what her mom had did to her, run away.

Maybe it was in my blood. It can't be. My mom ran out on me because she never loved me. I'm running because I love him too much.

Everything that Melanie said, Sam understood. Of course, she didn't want to believe it, but when you've grown up thinking something, it's hard to think otherwise. Nerds are meant to be with nerds. How could she not see it from the start? Freddie could be with someone so much more suited to him, a girl that hasn't been to Juvie. A girl that will talk about his tech stuff, and not be bored to death by it. Then, and only then, could Sam actually make him happy. All she wanted to do was to make him happy. But if it meant that she had to give up her own place in his life, to make space for a better girl, then she'd do it.

A dork is doing this to me. He made me soft.

The elevator door scrolled up, revealing an empty apartment. Checking that the envelope full of horrid, green money was still in her jacket pocket, she ran quietly up the stairs to the second floor. Opening Carly's door carefully, and seeing that no one was in there, she dashed to her makeshift bed on the floor, grabbing the duffel bag full of her clothes that lay beside it, and ran back out the door.

Freddie's in the studio, but I'm not going to take any chances taking the elevator or stairs down.

So she headed to the only safe exit out of the building, one that was used in case of emergencies. An emergency like this one.

The fire escape.

Traffic hummed below, and the air swirled with a cold Seattle wind. It wasn't the most comfortable of places to be, but Freddie found that it was the only calming place that he had in his life, besides where ever Sam was. Most people would guess that it would be behind a laptop, or at a technical station, but no, he found serenity in his apartment's fire escape. Being cooped up in the studio, and waiting for Sam to come back was too much for him, so he decided to take in some fresh air. Coming here was the first option in his head, being his spot for being alone. The fire escape carried great significance to Freddie in its rusting metal structure. It was the spot where him and Sam had shared their first kiss, long before they started dating. Nothing could erase the memory of him leaning in from the stepladder, closing his eyes, and feeling her beautiful, soft lips on his. Interrupting his recollection of one of the best days of his life, was the faint sound of familiar light footsteps that made their way through the window frame that Freddie sat on.

"Sam? Where'd you go?" he asked, before he noticed the duffle bag that was slung over her shoulder. "Actually, where are you going?"

Freddie's eyes were squinted slightly in confusion. It made this all the more harder for Sam to do, because she had to face him now.

How did my mom do this to me? I can't leave him, I love him.

This isn't about you, this is about him. You love him, but you know he'd be happier with a girl that's a lot better than you are. You don't deserve him. Rang a cold dark voice in her mind.

But the more Sam lingered on his perfect features; his loving brown eyes, that perfect mouth of his, and those bulky, secure arms, the more she found herself being drawn back to stay.

No. This isn't about me. It's about making him truly happy. If I'm going to do this, at least tell him why.

"Freddie, baby, you know I love you. But you don't need someone like me-"

"Sam Puckett, don't even finish that sentence." he interrupted, moving in closer so that one leg was inside the building, and the other was still on the fire escape.

"You can do better than me! Admit it, Benson!" Sam burst, tone heightening. Her body turned to face him, previously poised to run the other way. "There are girls that are as smart as you, and that's the kind of girl that you're really going to love!"

A look of mild shock was dawning on his face. He couldn't believe that she was saying this.

"Sam… Shut-up." before Sam could interject, he went on. "You think I want a girl, that's not you? Okay, sure, guys like me don't normally fall in love with the girl that gave them chiz while growing up. But, Sam…" he paused to take up her trembling hands in his warm ones, stroking them with his thumbs. "You don't choose who you get to be in love with. You just do."

His deep brown eyes shinned when he said that. Gradually, Sam started to feel like what she believed, what Melanie said, was complete and utter bull-shit. His tender hands guided her over the window sill and out into the chill of the night. The duffel bag she was carrying fell with a thump to the floor as she stepped onto the fire escape. The sounds of the cars below became more audible, and the twinkling stars of the Seattle skyline glowed around her.

"Samantha Puckett, I can tell you right now, right here that I love you, and to me, no one will ever come close to you." he sincerely confessed.

All of the corrupted thoughts that had been sown in her mind were sucked out of her when he leant down and kissed her. His soft lips reassuring her of his love, and the doubts she once had were now cast into the wind. They stood there, on the fire escape, embraced by arms and lips, with everything surrounding them becoming an unimportant blur. To Sam, Freddie was all that mattered, and the same went with Freddie. The time came around when they came apart, and Sam, sunk her head into his benevolent chest.

"I love you too." she simply said, meaning every syllable of it.

A bulge in her jacket pocket pressed against Freddie's stomach, causing him to pull away slightly. She looked up at him in wonder, and looked down to her jacket, knowing instantly what had caused it.

"Uh, yeah… this is a long story." brandishing the thick wad of cash that she held in her pocket.

Needless to say, Freddie's eyes lit up with shock, his jaw dropping open and hanging there.

"Th-That's… Where on earth did you get that much cash!" he stuttered.

Feeling a simple answer wasn't sufficient, Sam sat down on the window ledge, and began to recall what happened earlier. With an intent ear, Freddie listened to it all, Sam meeting Melanie, Melanie brainwashing her into thinking that he didn't truly love her, everything. It cleared a lot up for him. Anger grew in his chest, but not enough for him to do anything stupid. In complete honesty, he often found it hard to get angry with Sam around him.

"So… she gave you that so you could run away, and so that she could try and get with me?" Freddie asked.

"Yup." slapping the envelope in the palm of her hand.

"Even if that hag of a sister gave you that, we can't let that go to waste you know…" hinted Freddie.

"Whatdoya mean?" she asked, completely intrigued.

"Let's run away."

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