Disclaimer: Please see prologue.

Summary: Sequel to iLove the Dark. How have Sam and Freddie's lives progressed since they got together?

iHave Everything: Chapter 12 - Darkest Hour:

Sam opened the door to Freddie's study and slipped inside.

Freddie was sitting at his desk, with his back to the door and was staring at something in his hands.

"Carly?" he asked.

"No," Sam replied, closing the door with a soft click and stepping further into the room.

Freddie spun around on his chair to face her, revealing the object he had been studying as her engagement ring.

"Sorry I threw that at you" Sam smiled sheepishly, taking a seat on the couch and resting her elbow against the arm, propping her chin in her hand to stare at him.

He stared at her stomach.

They sat in silence for a long few minutes and then Freddie stood up, crossing the room and sitting down at the opposite end of the sofa.

She turned to face him, stretching her legs out along the couch, her feet just touching his thigh.

"I don't get you sometimes." He murmured, shaking his head in confusion.

"That makes two of us," she sighed desolately.

"Why did you tell me you'd lost the baby, how could you do that to me?" he looked so lost and wounded that Sam thought she might throw up with the guilt.

She wanted to hold his hand. Instead she shrugged and looked down, plucking a lose thread from the hem of her top.

"So I don't even get an explanation?" he laughed humourlessly, "Wow, I thought eleven years together would mean more than that."

"You're one of the most important people in my life Freddie." She kept her eyes on her lap.

"Well it sure doesn't feel like it," he retorted.

She licked her lips nervously, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"I couldn't think of any other way to get you to leave me alone." She admitted timidly.

"What?"

"I thought if the baby was gone you'd give up on me."

Freddie stared at her with his eyes wide open in stunned stupor. Sam shuffled around nervously in her seat, wishing he'd say something.

"I..." he stopped and his expression was changing so rapidly Sam worried that he might rupture something.

"You thought the only reason I wanted you home was because you're carrying my child?" he asked at last.

She shrugged once more and Freddie growled in frustration, standing up to pace back and forth in front of the couch.

Sam reluctantly let them fall back into a tense silence.

She was contemplating getting up and physically halting Freddie when he stopped abruptly and stationed himself in front of her with his arms crossed.

"What part of 'I love you' didn't you understand Samantha? The part where I asked you to marry me; or when I told my own mother that she wasn't welcome in my house because she couldn't be nice to you for more than an hour?" he was yelling by the end, his face reddening rapidly and Sam was fighting back tears.

She mumbled something Freddie couldn't quite catch and ducked her head as the waterworks started.

Freddie instantly felt bad; and then angry that he felt guilty when Sam was the one being impossible. With an exasperated sigh he knelt down in front of her and gently took hold of her chin, tilting her head up so he could see her face.

"What was that?" he asked, brushing her hair from her eyes and tucking it behind her ear with his free hand.

"I said, maybe your mother's right." She sniffled, dragging the back of her hand across her eyes to wipe away the tears. Freddie pulled her hand down and handed her a tissue from a box on the table beside the couch. She dried her eyes and blew her nose before crumpling the tissue and tossing it into the bin with perfect aim.

"I worry about you, when you get like this."

"Like what?"

"Sometimes your self esteem is lower than the bottom of the Pacific Ocean."

Sam chuckled and flicked his nose, "you're such a dork," she smiled.

"Well I'm your dork; and don't change the subject. We have to talk about this."

"We don't, we're good, everything's fine."

"Everything is not fine Sam." His voice was hardening again.

"I'm fine, you're fine, the baby's fine; therefore, everything is fine."

"Don't do this again." He stood up, taking a step away from her.

"Do what?"

"Don't shut me out." his tone was somewhere between hurt and sulky and Sam too got to her feet, subconsciously edging towards the door.

Freddie noticed immediately and circled around so he was between her and the exit. She looked puzzled by his actions but didn't comment and he stuck his hands in his pockets, rolling his shoulders back in feigned nonchalance.

"Talk to me." he suggested and Sam huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Lovely weather today," she commented snidely.

"Sam," he cautioned, moving towards her once more. She backed away, uncrossing her arms and resting her hands against her back to support her stomach.

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"I know that."

"Then why do you keep insisting I have a problem?"

"Because I'm scared I might lose you for good if you can't get it through your head that you mean something."

"So what, you think I don't appreciate my friends?"

"I think that you think they're all better than you."

"I..."

"That's it isn't it? It always comes back to your inferiority complex."

"It's not a complex, it's me being able to see the truth about myself that you all overlook because you love me and you're all so bloody good-natured!"

"Everyone looks past the flaws in the people they love; that's how love works!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes! God Sam, can't you see how much we all value you? Carly's been here, away from her family, for days trying to fix us; Jade dropped everything and agreed to follow you God knows where for however long; Cat and Ava have missed you like crazy; Robbie, Beck and Andre are really worried and Melanie's been on the phone every freaking hour because you matter to them!" Freddie was shouting so loudly that Sam could barely register his words, only the angry set of his features, his clenched fists.

"Maybe that's the damn problem!" she cried, her voice trembling. "Everybody has some comment on how lucky I am to have you, how much I must love you; how I've found a keeper and I'm so bloody fortunate that you put up with me!"

"Sam-"

"No one ever says you're lucky to have me!"

"Sa-"

"Ow!"

"What?" Freddie shot forward, his hands reaching for her as panic swept over his features.

"The baby kicked me," she waved a hand dismissively, dropping heavily onto the couch and heaving in a breath.

Freddie sighed hugely and rubbed at his face before running his hands through his hair.

"This is hopeless," he admitted gravely, sinking dejectedly onto the couch beside Sam. She attempted a laugh which morphed into sobbing and Freddie rubbed her back absently, his eyes fixed on the floor.

-o-

"Things don't sound too friendly up there" Beck noted bleakly and Cat squeaked sadly, burying her face deeper into Robbie's shoulder. He hooked an arm under her legs and pulled her into his lap, kissing the side of her head

"Why don't you take her home?" Beck asked, readjusting Jade who was now lying with her head on a pillow in his lap, a blanket draped over her body.

"Andre's there with Ava anyway, he'd probably appreciate the company,"

"Sure," Robbie nodded and Cat hopped out of his lap. He stood up and laced his fingers through hers, leading her from the room."

"This is a disaster movie," Jade groaned tiredly, and Beck tutted, smoothing her hair down, "You're supposed to be sleeping," he chastised. She twisted to look up at him and rubbed at an eye with the back of her fingers, "I can't sleep, too worried."

"Sleep." He pronounced the word slowly and Jade huffed, rolling back over and closing her eyes, pulling the blanket more tightly around herself.

"She's right though," Carly keened, running a hand tiredly through her hair.

"I've known Sam and Freddie forever, and I've seen all of their fights; there's never been one this bad. I-I don't know, if..." she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Beck patted her knee sympathetically, "They'll pull through; remember that month where they didn't talk to each other at all?"

"God that was awful,"

"But they made up eventually."

"Yeah," she agreed forlornly, curling up and crossing her arms atop the arm of the sofa, laying her head against them. "I guess they did."

To be continued...