A/N: Hey ff. net people! Sorry it took me so long to upload this! But I do have other things to do. I'd like to thank those of you who reviewed, and please, if you're gonna fave this or put it on story alert could you pleaseeee review? It takes 30 seconds, and it makes my day :) Just one more thing: In this story, even though the Jonah happened in the first season I imagine them as they look in the 3rd season, but you can see them any way you want. Right, on with the story!

Carly's POV

Sam had been in there awhile, and I couldn't hear anything. I rapped lightly on the door.

"Sam? Are you alright?" No response. I pressed my ear to the door, and could hear slight sniffles. "C'mon, Sam, open up. I just wanna help." I pulled back so I wouldn't fall on my face as the door slowly opened. I walked into the bathroom cautiously, afraid of…what, exactly? Probably just what I saw: my best friend a sobbing mess on the floor and a pregnancy test in the sink reading PREGNANT. I was frozen for a second – it couldn't be true. Sam, pregnant? Impossible. – then got down on the floor and pulled Sam into a hug. "Y'know, these things aren't always accurate…" I started, but Sam interrupted me.

"It's accurate; you and I both know that." She said through her tears. "I have all the early symptoms."

"I know." I said quietly, a tear slipping from my eye. Hearing me admit it must have made Sam let go of any prospect that it wasn't true, because she completely collapsed at that point.

"C-Carls, wh-what a-am I g-gonna d-do?" Sam cried. I wished I knew, I really did. I hated seeing her so vulnerable; I felt so helpless, because I couldn't protect her.

"Well, you do have options." I said as I desperately tried to reign over my own emotions. Sam needed me to be the strong one now more than ever.

"Huh?" She sniffled.

"Y'know, the teacher talked about them in sex-ed?" Sam chuckled humorlessly.

"Carls, if I paid ANY attention during sex-ed I wouldn't be in this situation."

"Oh, right…well, they're abort, adopt, or keep."

"Elaborate, please?" Sam asked as she pulled out of my hug to wipe her nose on her sleeve. I reached into the counter and gave her the box of tissues as I said:

"Abort is when you, well, get an abortion, adopt is when you put the baby up for adoption, and keep is when you keep the baby."

"Heh, some options." She said sarcastically as she blew her nose. Sam looked at me helplessly. "What do you think I should do?"

"Sam, I can't make that decision for you." I said dejectedly. "Do what you feel is right."

"Yeah, 'cuz doing that's gotten me SO far in life." She muttered sarcastically. She must have noticed I wasn't amused, so she got serious. "Alright, fine. If I abort it, this can all go away. But then I'd be killing my kid…but technically it's not a kid yet, is it?" I shrugged. I personally believed life started at the moment of conception, but this was Sam's choice, not mine. "Yeah, I think it'd be a kid in theory. I don't think I could live with myself knowing a killed my kid, so abortion's out. And if I adopt it out, I'll be rid of it for good."

"That's true.." I said uncertainly. Sam must have heard the change in my voice because she instantly turned to me in confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing..it's just that I've heard that it takes a lot out of the birth mother to give away her kid."

"Do you think I should keep it then?"

"No! I mean, if you want to that's fine, but…I don't know, Sam."

"I don't either!" Sam cried desperately, her eyes flooding with tears once more. "I mean, either way my life is screwed!"

"Well, maybe you just need to think about it for a little while..." I suggested. What else could I say? I didn't know what she was going through, and hopefully I never would. She finally nodded her head.

"Y-yeah, maybe you're right…" She said shakily, looking at the floor.

"You could ask your mom for advice.." I said tentatively. Sam snapped her head up, fire in her eyes. Well, it was worth a try.

"Are you on drugs? She'll kill me!" Sam shouted with feeling.

"She won't kill you, Sam."

"Yes she will!"

"Well, you have to tell her eventually!"

"Why?"

"Because she's your mother!"

"No she isn't…" Sam said quietly, looking back down. "A mother's supposed to care for her kid. She doesn't care about me."

"Aw, Sam, yes she does," I said as I pulled Sam in for another hug, "she just has an, um, interesting way of showing it." I did believe Sam's mom cared for her. She just didn't know how to show it, or act on it. "I'll tell her with you, if you want." I felt Sam shake her head against my shoulder.

"No, I can do it. I'm a big girl, Carls." I sighed. Sam could be difficult sometimes.

"I know, Sam. When were you planning on telling her?"

"Um, I wasn't. This was your idea. But I know that's not what you mean, so when do you think I should?"

"Sam, I'm not you; I can't make that decision."

"Okay, but if you were in this crapload of a situation, what would you do?" What WOULD I do?

"Ummm I guess I'd tell Spencer as soon as I could so he could help me." Sam sighed heavily.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that. I guess the sooner I get this over with, the better." She stood up unsteadily. I got up as well.

"You're gonna go now?"

"Might as well." She replied, brushing away a few stray tears. "This situation's not gonna rectify itself."

"Alright…" I said uncertainly. She really wanted to tell her mom so soon? Her mom wasn't like Spencer… "Sure you don't want me to come along?"

"I can handle it, Carlotta, really." She said without turning around as she headed for the door.

"Well, take an umbrella with you!" I called.

"Umbrellas are for pansies!" She answered as she slammed the door behind her. I sighed and sat down on the couch. I hoped she would be alright…

Sam's POV

I stood outside my house, black clouds rolling overhead. This was it; I couldn't wuss out now. I took a deep, shuddering breath and opened the door. I was greeted with the familiar smell of alcohol and the familiar sound of my mom snoring (she liked to sleep after getting drunk). I walked over to the chair in front of the TV (MTV was on) where she was sleeping. "Mom." I said, nudging her. "Mom…MOM!" I shouted, roughly shaking her. "C'mon, get up you lazy sack, there's a cop at the door and he's got a warrant!" At that my mom snapped awake and looked around frantically, then looked up at me with glazed eyes and smiled a drunken smile.

"Hey Sammiee," she slurred. "What's upp?"

"Mom, we need to talk." I started, but was interrupted as she pushed me out of the way.

"In a bit. My show's on." I looked at the TV. It was 16 and Pregnant. You've gotta be kidding me.

"Yeah, THAT'S," I pointed at the title screen, "what I wanna talk about."

"The TV?" She said, confused. "What's wrong with the TV?"

"Nothing, it's-"

"You didn't break it, did you?"

"No, I-"

"Because if you broke it, you're paying for it."

"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THE TV, DAMMIT!" I screamed. She never listened to me!

"Then what IS it, Sammie?" She said, irritated that I was interrupting her precious show. I bit my lip and looked at the ceiling. I could already feel the tears welling in my eyes.

"…I'm pregnant." I said quietly. My mom just looked at me then shrugged and turned back to the TV.

"Oh." I stared at her, mouth agape. Oh? That was all she could say? OH?

"What do you mean, 'Oh'?"

"Well, it's not that big a deal, Sammie. You'll just get an abortion and everything will be fine." I stared at her as she continued to look at the TV until she looked at me. "What?"

"I'm not getting an abortion, Mom." I said. She merely laughed her intoxicated laugh.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine, Sammie."

"Mom, I'm not worried because I'm not getting one." My mom's face darkened.

"Samantha, you are getting rid of that devil spawn, and that's an order."

"NO! It's my kid and my choice!" I screamed at her. She couldn't FORCE me to get an abortion! My mom stood up slowly.

"You filthy whore." She said through gritted teeth. "Well, you're not living in THIS house with that bastard-child!"

"Fine! I don't even wanna live anywhere where you're living!" I yelled was I headed for the door.

"Ungrateful little bitch!" She shrieked at my back as she picked up an empty whiskey bottle. I hastily hurried out the door and shut it, hearing the bottle smash where my head was only seconds ago. I ran from the house in the now-pouring rain, tears flowing down my face. I can't believe it. Carls was wrong, she didn't care about me, and she never did. Before I knew it I was at Bushwell plaza. I took the elevator up to the eighth floor, dripping water all over the place. I knocked on Carly's door and she opened it instantaneously.

"So how'd it go?" She asked, worried.

"How'd what go?" Freddie asked. I didn't notice him when I came in. I was so not breaking down in front of him.

"Fine. It was fine. Just great." Even I could hear how strained my voice was as I ambled into the kitchen. Freddie looked back and forth from Carly to me.

"What happened?"

"Freddie, leave." I stated, not looking at him.

"Huh, why?"

"Freddie, just go." I heard Carly tell him. "For me?" I heard Freddie shut the door as he left, then I turned around and saw Carly staring at me, concern evident in her eyes.

"Well?" She asked as she came over and hugged me. I let myself totally collapse then.

"Sh-she kicked m-me out."

A/N: K I have a few questions 1) Should Melanie be in this story? 2) I don't know what pairing to do? Should I do Cam, Creddie (like in my first version), or none? Seddie's not an option. 3) Should Sam keep the baby? Thanks, and remember to press that little button down there that says review :)