So, so, sorry it took this long. The holidays and everything...Plus getting over a cold. Wanted to say thanks SO much for the overwhelming love on this story. Seriously. Thrilled you guys seemed to enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Seddie, ftw.

Also, as you can tell by the last chap. I am a huge fan of things coming full circle - thus the webcast in the last chapter. And this epilogue as well.

"You do your thing, I'll do mine. You go your way, I'll go mine. And if we end up together, it's beautiful." - Boy Meets World.

"So, uh, how much do you love me?"

Sam laughed into the phone and shook her head. "Depends. What do you need?"

He sighed. "A ride home – Brad bailed. Had a family thing. Think you could get me after rehearsal lets out?"

She let out a long hum of consideration – letting him sweat it out, of course.

"Really, Sam?" She could literally hear his annoyed frown. "We're debating?"

"You know I'll get you," she answered, fighting back another laugh. "But it'll cost ya."

"Of course it will."

She smiled. "We get Chinese Friday night. I'm sick of Italian this week."

"That's it?" came the confused response.

"Well, it is Carmine's birthday in a couple of weeks, and I was really hoping to go visit-"

"Oh, you are not serious, Puckett."

"As a heart attack," she answered on a smirk.

"Fine, but I draw the line at any more meat being placed in my pants."

Sam just burst out laughing over the sound of his irritated groan.

...

"Good rehearsal, you guys," he told them, placing the camera down and walking towards the middle of the studio.

Carly responded with a quick thanks while Sam just nodded, avoiding eye contact.

"So..." Gibby hopped out from their prop car looking between the rest of them. "What do you guys say to a movie?"

He looked over at Sam who cleared her throat and blinked up at him questionably.

"Um, you know, I actually have to go... shopping with my mom," she answered, finally.

Carly laughed from behind her. "Yeah - shopping." She smirked and put the last word in air quotes and Sam just shrugged.

Gibby shook his head. "Is this how it's gonna be? We can't even go to the movies all together anymore?"

Sam turned around and faced him. "What are you talking about?"

"You two," he answered, pointing between Sam and himself. "You're avoiding going out because of...You know."

"Gib." She huffed and walked over to get her school bag. "I really do have to go, alright? And the only thing I'm avoiding at the moment, is this conversation."

"Yeah," he piped in, anxious to get out of there as well. "I have errands to run too."

Gibby sighed, looking dejected. "I...just can't believe you two broke up!"

"Well, believe it," Sam told him.

Carly rolled her eyes towards Gibby and swatted him, lightly. "Leave 'em alone, Gibby."

"But he's her lobster!"

"What?" Sam and him asked at the same time. He cleared his throat and looked away from her.

"Oh, he's going somewhere," Carly answered, on a smirk.

"Have you guys not seen Friends?" Gibby asked. "Come on! The lobsters...They mate for life..."

Freddie saw Sam give Carly a look and Carly then nodded and started to push Gibby towards the elevator. "Okay, Gibby – why don't you and Freddie go downstairs and make us some iced tea. We'll be down in a minute. How's that, huh?"

Carly continued to issue him towards the door with Freddie following a step behind, clearly knowing when it was time for 'girl talk.'

"I sang you guys a song!" Gibby called over his shoulder.

"I know, I know," Carly shook her head trying to console him as the elevator opened.

...

A few minutes after she pulled up to the school parking lot she saw him walk through the double doors with his laptop bag over his shoulder.

She smiled automatically and unlocked the door before he reached the car and slid in.

"Hey you," he greeted her.

She smirked and leaned in towards him, kissing his cheek before sitting back. "So, how does it feel now that the shoe is on the other foot?"

He half glared. "I'll feel pretty great as long as you don't kill us on the way home."

"You wanna tell your story walking, dude?"

He laughed and tussled her hair lightly, leaning in to kiss her neck. "Thanks for the ride, babe."

"That's more like it." And she drove off, the both of them smiling.

...

"I can't believe you," Gibby chastised him, shaking his head before pouring the iced tea.

Freddie groaned. He really didn't want to keep having this conversation.

Especially now that he had a box of his stuff back reminding him just how real this was.

"We told you," he took a breath, turning around to put the ice tray back in the freezer, "it...just didn't work out with us."

"But-"

"Look, if it's meant to happen again, it will alright?" He forced a smile and gestured to the counter. "Now can you hand me those glasses? The girls will be down in a minute."

Gibby obliged, though seemingly not too happy to drop the conversation as Spencer made his way out of his bedroom. "What goes on, young men?"

"Hey, Spence," Freddie greeted him.

"Just finishing up a rehearsal. Iced tea?" Gibby offered.

"No thanks." Spencer gestured to his outfit before doing a quick spin. "I'll be drinking my beverages out tonight."

"You got a date tonight?" they heard Carly ask as she and Sam started down the steps. "Who with?"

"I don't wanna say," he mumbled.

Gibby laughed."What is she some sort of freak or something?"

"No, she is not," Spencer shot back.

"Come on, tell us," Freddie prodded, with a smirk.

"Jenna."

Sam's eyes widened."The babysitter Jenna?"

"Seriously, Spencer?" Carly sighed. "We talked about this."

He put his hands up."I know, I know. But...I was really missing her. And then she called me, and apparently she was missing me too-"

"Spencer-" Carly tried cutting him off.

"I really like her..."

"She tried to send me to bed!"

"The chick was nuts," Sam cut in.

Spencer nodded, resigned. "Well...yeah. But that's just because that's the way we knew each other back then."

"When you were ten," Freddie voiced, trying to follow his logic.

"Exactly. As 'babysitter and babysit...e," he explained. "We just have to get to know each again. Get it?"

Gibby shrugged."Uh, not really."

"You're saying...when you've only had one type of relationship with someone, it's easy to get stuck in that pattern?" Sam asked.

"There you go, Sammy."

"Yeah, don't call me Sammy."

"Fair enough," he answered and then turned back to Carly. "Look, Carly, I know there's some kinks we have to work out-"

Carly rose an eyebrow "Some?"

"Okay, a lot. But I don't know, I think it's worth it."

"Well," Carly sighed and then punched his arm, lightly, "in that case, go get the girl, Casanova."

"See," Gibby faced, Freddie. "She's his lobster."

Freddie just sighed, but found he couldn't take his eyes off Sam the whole time.

...

"About visiting your uncle-"

She laughed and put the car in park before undoing her seatbelt. "You don't have to come if you don't want."

He smiled at her. "I was just going to ask you to make sure my life doesn't get threatened this time."

"Well, they're very protective of their Sammy," she explained, and offered him a teasing smile.

He quirked an eyebrow. "That so?" His voice is more than a little sarcastic and she rolls her eyes and takes a sip of the smoothie they stopped for.

"Very so."

He unbuckled his seat beat, that grin of his widening. "Then do me a favor?"

Her eyes widened. "Hm?"

"Tell them," he leaned in towards her once again–– she always found it hard to breathe when he did that, "that I plan on giving them nothing to worry about."

She beamed and tilted her head up the fraction of the inch it took to reach his lips and kissed him softly.

"I know," she whispered, smiling."Favorite boyfriend ever."

And she only meant that with him.

...

"Here," he handed her the iced tea, tentatively.

She took it on slow nod. "Thanks."

Carly cleared her throat, making him look up. "So that's a definite no on the movies tonight, you guys?"

"Yeah, sorry, Carls. I'm actually going to head out now." Sam grabbed her bag with a wave and then took a long breath before picking up the box of stuff he'd given back to her.

"I'll walk you out?" he asked, picking up his things too.

She nodded and they said their respective goodbye to their friends before walking to the door. He held it open for her and she gave him a faint smile, walking past him and leaning against the wall.

He walked over to his apartment, and followed suit, resting his back against his door.

"So," he started, trailing off and bitting his lip.

She stifled a laugh and shook her head. "So."

"Think they'll make it this time?"

She doesn't need to ask to ask who he's talking about and given the reason behind their own split,
he's hanging on her answer more than he should.

"I don't know," she admitted, running her hand through he hair. "I guess if it's meant to be, there's not really any stopping it, huh? Can't stop fate..."

He smiled and his voice is suddenly caught in his throat. "I agree," he finally, managed.

"That's new for us," she joked, a slight laugh gracing her features and he can't help but smile back.

His eyes settle on the box she's holding, and reality sets in again.

He doesn't want this.

"Hey, Sam-"

She blinked up and she looks disarmingly vulnerable to him in that moment; it kind of makes his heart stop.

"Yeah?"

He inhaled and reached down in the box in his hand, and pulled out the plaid shirt of his she'd given back. He tossed it back to her and she caught it with her free hand.

"You wear it better than I ever did, anyway," he responded when she gave a questioning look.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say, though he realized that wasn't it.

But he hoped it was enough for now.

She nodded with another smile, placing it in her box. "Thanks, Benson."

There was a long pause before she met his eyes again. "Till tomorrow?"

Taking a breath, he half smiled and started to turn the knob of his door. "Till tomorrow."

He watched her walk away, with a quick look back at him before she turned the corner.

"If it's meant to be," he mused out loud and walked inside his place feeling a little lighter than before.

You really can't fight fate.

There you have it, mi amors! :) Hope this was a satisfying way to end this fic off, had a great time with this story. Let me know what you think works, your favorite part/chapters - least favorite? What I did well, or not so well. You know the drill.=D

All the best in 2012! "Rock on, might Seddie warriors!"