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Sam fidgeted in her seat. It was plastic and hard, and had no arms. It was just a stool with a plastic board attached to it, held together by thin, metal poles. She hated those chairs. That meant she was in a doctor's office. And she didn't like doctors' offices, or doctors. She wanted nothing more than to bolt out of the waiting room, but Freddie was sitting next to her, reading a magazine, and the last time she had tried, he had pulled her back and threatened to sit on her. This wasn't even a doctor's office in her opinion. It was a shrink's office. Shrinks weren't doctors. They were people that were taught to say soothing things and write things down on paper. That's all they did. You told them all your secrets, pay a couple hundred, to a couple thousand dollars, and they tell you to do something stupid and then they keep the money. It was a good process and made them money, but it didn't make Sam happy. She didn't want to be a therapist's victim.

"Would you calm down? Everything is going to be fine. I think this'll be good for you." Freddie said to her, giving her knee a squeeze.

"I don't care what you think." Sam snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, stubbornly turning away from him and jerking his hand off her leg.

The brunette slowly looked up from his magazine, glaring at the wall in front of him. He took a deep breath and averted his brown eyes back to the boring article. "I know."

"Freddie, I don't like therapists!" she whined after second, gripping his arm and letting her head slump onto his shoulder.

"Sam, be strong; I'll go in there with you if you want me to."

"Will you? Will you really?" she looked up at him with big, blue, hopeful eyes.

"Yes," he nodded, patting her hands and kissing the top of her head.

"Sam Puckett?" a woman called from the doorway across from them.

"Freddie, I don't wanna go!" Sam cried, dashing for the door.

Freddie grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the ground as she struggled to get away. He carried her through the doorway and followed the woman down the hallway and into the room she pointed to. He had a moment of trouble to get her through the door when she stretched out her arms and legs and made it impossible to get in. But she shifted so he went in sideways and he kicked the door shut behind him, dropping her onto a big, round, white chair, and ran to the door, blocking it so she couldn't attempt to escape again.

"Hi, Mrs. Williams, this is Sam, she doesn't really like doctors." Freddie grunted as Sam pulled on his shoulder so he'd move. But he held his ground.

"Miss Puckett, would you like something to eat?" the woman asked from across the room. She spoke calmly and soothingly. Her hair was long, wavy and red. Her skin was pale and she had a splash of freckles across her small nose. Her eyes were electric blue and perched on her nose was a pair of rectangular, green glasses. She had one leg crossed over the other in a very lady-like manner, and she held a mug of steaming, herbal tea in her hands.

"Food? You have food?" Sam perked up and looked at the woman.

"Yes, it's right over there on that table." Mrs. Williams replied, gesturing to the corner of the room.

Sam hurried over to it and grabbed a small plate, piling it with several different kinds of cheeses and crackers. Her mouth fell open when her blue eyes landed on a basket of FatCakes.

"Oh my, gosh…you've got FatCakes!" she nearly squealed, abandoning her other snack and ripping into the packet.

"Baby, come sit down." Freddie whispered, patting the seat next to him.

The blonde plopped down next to him and bit into the FatCake, moaning at the marshmallow-y taste.

"Okay, why have you two come in today?" Mrs. Williams asked, removing her glasses and cleaning the lenses off. She looked very professional, like, she had done this for years, which according to the office she worked at, she had been for thirteen years, but that didn't make Sam feel any better.

"Sam's been having a lot of nightmares. She's had them a lot over the span of the last few years, but they've been getting more and more frequent." Freddie explained, rubbing small circles on her back.

"Um, excuse me, Dorkwad, but I think I can speak for myself." She scoffed, her mouth full of the other half of the first FatCake she'd eaten.

Freddie stared at nothing for a second before sighing. "Please, speak for yourself, blonde-headed demon."

"Well, I don't need to know, you already explained what's wrong, Benson." She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.

"And what are these dreams about, Miss Puckett?"

"Call me Sam, Miss Puckett's my mom." She grumbled, falling back in the chair.

"Very well, Sam, what are these dreams about exactly?"

"My best friend and her husband, they passed away in a car accident a few years ago."

"I'm so sorry for your loss." Mrs. Williams said quietly.

"Oh, shut up, lady."

"Sam," Freddie warned.

"I'm sorry. There, happy, Nerdball?"

"Nerdball, that's a new one," he muttered under his breath.

"Can I ask you two a quick question, completely off topic?" Mrs. Williams asked, clicking her pen shut.

"You just did—"

"Stop being so rude, Puckett." Freddie growled at her lowly so the therapist didn't hear him, but she did.

"Are you getting married soon?"

"Not until after we figure out what's going on with these nightmares." Freddie replied, turning away from Sam.

"Why do you wanna know?" Sam questioned, suspicion etched on her flawless face.

"I don't think you should."

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I felt like they were out of character (just a bit), so I needed them to fight and have a bit of a problem in their relationship. I will be finishing this soon, I really need to. I'm working on stories for House of Anubis, which is my favorite TV show, and I have so many multi-chapters unfinished that it's getting hard to update really often. So, 20-25 chapters total, 'kay?

When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me? -Psalm 56:3-4

-Rachel