iClue

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Author's Notes: In the last chapter... Poor Freddie was poisoned! Gasp! Poor Fredweird! But good news, real Sam's back! And then she disappears again! Well, you'd know what happens if you'd have read iBecome a Private Eye, now wouldn't cha? See ya L8R!


Chapter 15: iCan tell Sam

...Ugh...deja vu...

What's going on?

I let out a groan, trying in vain to open my eyes. It's an effort I have to force myself to make. I then hear a gasp and force my eyes open, though the process is slower than I wanted it to be. I open my eyes enough to see, and see the face of Scar, bending over me with an excited, as well, as anxious, face. But why would she be so excited? I imagine she'd be looking worried...

Then I notice her ensemble.

She's wearing a gray, long-sleeved shirt that snugs up on her arms. A pair of denim jeans. Her hair dangles like it always has, but she's wearing a gray headband to keep it at bay. I know now, this isn't Scar. It's Sam. The real Sam. My Sam. I've gotta get her attention, let her know I'm aware.

With a weak voice, I call out, "Ugh...Sam," The amount of energy I have is less than I first assumed, but I force my eyes all the way open. My effort is rewarded with Sam's incredulous look, her eyes widening in shock, her jaw dropping. She doesn't believe this is real. I can't blame her; I barely believe this is real. Her eyes glaze over with unsheathed tears, her face breaking out into a grin as wide as the Mississippi river. I could be mistaken, but I believe she's happy to see me.

"S'okay, Freddork, I'm here; Sam's here," She gently coos me, whispering these sweet nothings in my ears. Trying to keep me awake, I assume. I pray it works; I don't wanna fall asleep again. Not so soon after waking up. Besides, Sam's been missing me as much as I've missed her. I gotta let her know I'm here for her. In every way I can.

But, despite my mental protest, my body becomes mutinous, begging for sleep. NO! I will not go to sleep. I need to at least tell Sam the address.

"Evil...Plan," I force out. My breath tries to choke me, but I manage to get out the rest, "At...Live..." I simply can't continue anymore; My body convulses with coughs that force me to stop speaking. But she's gotta know the password still! Keep calm, Fredward, keep cool. Just don't exert yourself too much and... my eyelids are heavy...

"Freddie," Sam calls me out of my exhaustion, pulling me back into reality. I listen as she talks, "Whatever you do, don't close your eyes. Look at me, Benson!" I force myself to look up. Her eyes, a light, vivid blue, are glazed over with worry. I smile as best I can, for her sake, then feel tired again...

NO! I still gotta tell her the password! "Your...Birthday..." I choke out, praying she'll know this is important. She stares at me in confusion, though her eyes still show worry.

"Sam..." I call, to distract her from puzzling over it too much; She might burn herself out. She looks just as tired as I feel... "I'm tired..." Was all I could force out of my throat, and my eyes close. Hopefully sleep will come without fight. I see Sam's worried face underneath my eyelids, and open them again. Hey, if all I'm gonna see is Sam, might as well get the real thing, right?

"NO!" She cries out, her worry and panic obviously getting to her, "Come on, Fredapuss, you can't just give up! Please, Freddie, don't!" I gaze at her, the worry is starting to overwhelm her. So, I do the only thing I can do to keep her calm and focused. Forcing myself to sit up, I kiss her...

...On the cheek.

She stares at me in total awe, her eyes showing the briefest flicker of surprise. I smile gently at her, then lean back. Time for sleep...

Sam's face is the last thing I see before consciousness leaves me once again.


...Again, with the dizziness, ugh at this rate, might as well be drugged daily. Speaking of drugs, am I still in the hospital? It doesn't smell like a hospital. It smells like...

Scar's Room...

Shoot. I'm back in the manor. What exactly is going on, cause I was at the bottom of a stairwell last I remember... or did I get that memory wrong? At any rate, my thoughts are interrupted by someone calling out to me. The voice that is so familiar...

Scar.

I open my eyes, finding the simple task less strenuous than in reality here. My partner is sitting above me, her whole self wreaking of concern. Aw, and it's for me. How sweet of the pseudo Puckett. I take a moment to recover my strength, then inquire.

"Scar? What's happening?" She shushes me, and begins to explain. I'd been poisoned. Must have happened at dinner. The others didn't show any traces of whatever was in my food, therefore I've been targeted. Everyone claims to have no idea how this happened. But I think I do. I was meant to see Sam. My mind allowed me consciousness for a long enough moment to share one of the few sweet moments we have had.

And now I'm back to solving a murder mystery with Scar by my side. Calmly, I ask if she's had any leads while I was out.

"No, I've been watching over you, genius," I assumed so. Letting out a sigh, I tell her to get some sleep in my room, since this is her room. She reluctantly obliges, not wanting to leave me alone.

Now that I've seen enough to compare the two though, I realize they're not as similar as they'd first seemed. There are some differences. Maybe my mind is trying to tell me something about Sam...

Ah, I'll think about it later. Now, I'm gonna get the first non-forced rest I've gotten since this morning.


And end scene fifteen. Boo-ya! Anyway, the next chapter Freddie will be recovered, and he and Scar will be able to continue on!

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