A/N: HEY ALL! I've got the next chapter all set for you, and its a long one! with over 4,000 words! this chapter is going to go back to before the events at the begining of the story, back to when Sam and Freddie where just out of high school. As i said before, something big is going to happen somewhere in this chapter! oh yeah, one more thing before you can get on with the story. I AM LIKE THE BIGGEST IDIOT RIGHT NOW! If you remember back to the first chapter, I mentioned how I deleted the first version of the story and couldn't remember the name of the person who picked this title? Well, I found it! I just went through my fanfic emails, and found the review alert! The person who gave me the idea was...

Annierocket! thanks for your suggestions!

ok, so with out further delay, here's the story!

previously

Sam and Freddie pay another visit to Oliver Cambridge, and Carly is finally named a suspect in the disappearance of baby Charlotte.

chapter 8

Freddie and Sam walked out of the office in silence. neither spoke until they got into the car. "So, you really think

this has anything to do with Carly?" Sam asked, buckling her seat belt. She had noticed earlier that she already

appeared to be getting a slight baby bump, and was glad tommorrow they were going to their first docters appointment.
"I don't know Sam. I just don't know." Freddie said, not taking his eyes off of the road. "At least its a lead." Sam

said, twirling a piece of blond hair around her finger. "Yeah, a lead." Freddie mumbled, still not wanting to believe

any of it. "It wasn't possible", he thought, "this is all ridiculous."

The couple finally got home, and settled on the couch. Sam was nestled in Freddie muscular arms, abesently

rubbing her bump. "Freddie, do you want a boy or a girl?" She asked suddenly, looking up at her husband. "A

boy or girl what?" he asked, "Oh thebaby, guess it doesn't matter as long it's healthy." He asked, looking away from Sam.
"Come on, you have to want one over the other!" Sam stated, wriggling out of Freddie's arms. "I for one, want a

boy." Sam said, her hand placed gently over her slightly growing belly

"Fine, a boy I guess." Freddie said, looking over at Sam in anoyance. He really did not feel like talking about

babies at that moment.

"Why do you want a boy?" He felt intriged to ask. "I don't know, I mean we already have a girl. and I'm sure by

the time this one gets here, she'll be back with us." Sam said, grinning at Freddie, "Why do you want a boy?"

"Same as you I guess, I mean the other two were girls-" He stopped abruptly at what he had said. They never

talked about the first baby they lost. "sorry." he said quietly, avoiding Sam's gaze. "Why are you sorry? its not like its your fault or anything." Sam said absently.

Charlotte was not first baby Sam and Freddie had expected, and she was not the first child they had lost. It had

been nearing the end of their senior year, either in late April or early May and Sam and Freddie had been broken up for

two solid weeks, a record in their long, rocky relationship. As usual Sam had sworn that she didn't need Freddie, that

she didn't even miss him. Finally, one night when harsh storms poured down on seattle, Freddie was home alone. His

mom had been out of town at some parenting meeting even though her only child was eighteen years old, and her

"Parenting" days were long behind the her. He couldn't remember exactly what he was doing that night, only that he

had wandered out of the comfort of his room, that had long since been transformed from galaxy wars nerds, to a dark

man cave. He was rummaging through the fridge, gathering various foods when he heard the knock. He had grown up

with the same people coming in and out of the apartment, and knew each and every knock. This knock however, the

befudled tech-wizard did not recognize. it was soft, almost completly unheard over the raging storm, yet with a

determained force. A force that could undoubtly break the door in if needed. He piled his various foods onto the small

counter, and moved slowly towards the door. "W-Who's there?" he cautiously asked, pressing his ear to the door.

Suddenly he felt small again, afraid of every little sound outside the walls of the apartment. He let out a breath that

he had been unawarly holding in when Sam's voice answered. "Freddie, open the door. please." the voice answered.

The voice sounded small and weak, so unlike the Sam he knew that at first he wasn't sure it really was her. He

cautiously opened the door, and looked out to see the familier face of Sam, soaked with rain and apparently shivering

harshly. "Sam, are you crazy? get in here!" he said in a loud whisper, throwing open the door and dragging the blond

haired girl inside. They stood in the doorway awkardly for a moment, before Freddie finally asked, "Why are you here?"

under normal circumstance's, he would of thought she was here to get back togther with him. Considering it was

almost 11:00 at night, and the weather outside was as bad as it was, this must have been something more

important. "She kicked me out." Sam replied, tear's threatning to spill down her face. Freddie sighed in relief. Of all the

thing's Sam had reviled to Freddie about her homelife, this was nowhere near the worst. Still, something seemed out

of place here. Sam would never act so weak at something that simple, and she would definatly never cry over it.

"Sam, is that all that happened?" Freddie asked, looking into her tearstained eyes. "No." Her answer was barley

audible. Freddie's eyes bugged when Sam pushed back her shirt sleeve to reveal several stained bandages, carlessly

wrapped around her arm. "She attacked you?" he said, more as a statment than a question. "Yeah, kind of." Sam

replied, pulling her sleeve down, once again covering the harsh bandages. "Why did she do it Sam? Was she drunk

again?" Freddie asked, remebering the last time Sam had gotten kicked out of her house.

"Just drop it. It doesn't matter why she did it, she just did." Sam stated, pushing past Freddie and walking towards his

bedroom. "Can I just stay here tonight?" She asked, turning towards Freddie.

"Yeah no problem, My mom's going to be gone all week so-" Sam stopped him. "I'll be gone tommorrow. If I can't go

home, I'll stay with Carly or something." Sam stated, leaving Freddie standing in the livingroom.

`"Freddie, these are too big!" Sam cried, walking out of the bathroom, wearing an old T-shirt and pajama pant's that

had once belonged Freddie. "Sorry, its the best I've got, unless you want something from my mom's room." He

replied, laying on his bed. "I am NOT wearing anything from crazy, no thank you." Sam stated, shuffling over to

Freddie. "Thanks for letting me stay her Fredweird." Sam said, laying next to Freddie.

"So, are we like, together again?" Freddie asked, looking at Sam. "I guess. Do you even remember why we broke up?"

Sam asked, looking up at the ceiling. "No, do you?" Freddie replied, his eyes never leaving Sam's face. Sam laughed,

"Not a clue." She Suddenly leaned over and kissed Freddie. He was shocked for a second, before rolling over and deepening the kiss.

*insert completly inappropriate love scene here*

After several weeks, Sam had moved across the hall with Carly and Spencer. She woke one morining to the smell of

bacon frying downstairs. She groggily stood up and walked slowly down the stairs, the smell getting stronger with

each step. Suddenly, she felt the world spin in front of her. Not wishing to tumble down the stairs, she gripped the

railing and stepped cautiously down the stairs. "Morning sunshine!" Carly called, seeing Sam walk into the kitchen.

"Mor-" She was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. turning away, she ran towards the bathroom. She almost made

it, but ended up throwing up last nights dinner in the middle of the hallway. She suddenly felt the world spin again,

and a crash of darkness hit her. "SAM!" Carly cried, running after her friend. She stopped short at the sight of Sam,

unconsious on the floor. "SPENCER!" Carly screamed, leaning over Sam, shaking her furiously. "What time is it?"

Spencer asked, tiredly opening his bedroom.

"SPENCER WAKE UP! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH SAM!" Carly screamed at her groggy brother.

"OK first, you need to calm down. Screaming at me will help nothing." Spencer said, stepping carfully over the mess.

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE! GO CALL 9-1-1!" Carly screeched, just as Sam opened her eyes, blinking in confusion.

"W-Where am I" She asked, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. "OH MY GOD SAM! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" Carly

screamed, making Sam wince. "Geez girl, calm down. I'm not dead, just a little dizzy." Sam stated, slowly standing on

her feet. Her eyes dropped to the mess on the once grey carpet. "Dang it, hold on I'll clean that up." Sam said, walking

past Carly into the livingroom.

"No, YOU go lay down on the couch, I'll clean it up." Carly said, pushing Sam towards the sofa.

"N-no, I'm fine-" Sam stated, tiredly fell onto the couch, instantly falling back to sleep.

"Sam, Sam! WAKE UP!" She was startled out of her sleep by the sound of someone shouting her name. "C-Carly?"

Sam called, her eyes ajusting to the brightness of hospital lights. she blinked a few times, and was startled by an

unfamiler man standing over her. "W-what? where am I? who are you?" Sam questioned, looking behind her at the

familer apartment. "Sam, this is Dr. Crane, he's here to make sure your ok." Carly stated soothingly, sitting in a chair

next to the bed.

"How did I get here?" Sam questioned, racking her brain for memory of the trip.

"I had Spencer drive us. Sam, there is something wrong with you." Carly claimed, glaring at her stubborn friend.

"Carly, I told you I was fine. I don't need a docter." Sam said, slapping away the docter's hand as he tried to put a

thermometer in her mouth. "Sam, your not fine. people who are fine don't throw up in the middle of the hallway, then

pass out for hours." Carly stated in a very Carly-like matter. "what-ever. but I'm telling you, there is NOTHING wrong

with me." The blond said flatly, crossing her arms.

"Sam is right Carly. there is nothing wrong with her." The docter said, looking up from his medical bag, "Her and the

baby are perfectly fine." He stopped and looked at Sam. "See! I told you, me and the-" Sam stopped, "T-the-what

baby?" Sam asked, glaring at the docter harshly. "Sam, your pregnant." The docter stated calmly. "No, no I can't be!

How do you even know?" Sam cried, tears brimmming in her eyes.

"Well, lets start from when you came in shall we?" The docter stated, looking over his clip board at Sam.

"What-ever." Sam said simply. "You woke up when Spencer carried you in." Carly started, nodding for the docter to

take it from there.
"I was told that you fought against Spencer, almost making him drop you. a bunch of nurses had to restrain you, and

eventually had to use sedation," He paused. "That is why you can't remember coming in. Now, while you were under

sedation we ran several tests."

"What kind of tests?" Sam asked, concerned about what other kinds of things the docters might have found. "The

usual, we checked for common viruses all in which came back clear. We just couldn't figure out what was wrong." The

docter looked over at Carly who said, "I called Freddie to see if he had any idea what was wrong." Carly said, picking at

a loose string on her shirt sleeve.

"What did he tell you?" Sam asked, glaring at the ceiling. Carly stiffened. "Ummm..." She leaned over and whispered to

Sam, who's eyes glazed over in anger.

"He told you?" Was all she could say, as she rolled her eyes down to the floor.

"Yeah, and I told the docter. He ran some blood tests, and they-" she started.

"Came out positive." Sam finished, looking over at the docter, who nodded his head.

"And that's exactly what happened Samantha." The docter claimed, writing something on his clip board. "Now that has

been cleared up, we need to go over the options." The docter told her, standing up. "And, I would like to do that in

private ok?" He said, nodding towards Carly. "Oh, yeah yeah I'll just-" She started, scurrying out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Sam turned towards the doctor. "Before you say anything, I will not kill my child. That is

definatly out." Sam claimed.

"Ok then, if your absolutly sure then we need to get you the proper vitamins. there is also Adoption." He said, not

looking at Sam. "I don't know about that, I'll have to talk to Freddie first." Sam said, jumping off of the bed. "Be carful

Samantha." The docter exclaimed, shocked that She would risk harming herself of the child. "Its SAM, got it?" She

stated, glaring at the wall behind the doctor. "Ok Sam, just be carful ok? you don't want to risk falling, or hurting

yourself." He said, irratated. "Yeah, Yeah whatever. Can I leave now?" Sam asked, equally irratated.

"Yes, just fill out this paper work and I can give you the vitamins you will need to take everyday." The docter said,

already dreading the time he would have to spend with the girl.

"Carly, I'm going to go talk to Freddie. I'll be back later." Sam said, as the girl's and Spencer walked down the hall to

the apartment. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. are you going to tell him?" Carly asked, unlocking the door.

"Yeah, I'm going to tell him." Sam decided. "Hurry up and open the door! I've gotta pee!" Spencer cried, running into

the apartment, tossing the bags of groceries on the couch as he ran.

"SPENCER!" Carly screamed, as Sam pulled the door closed.

Before she could react, the door swung open revealing an exasperated Freddie. "Sam are you-" he couldn't even finish

the sentence. "Yeah, I am Freddie." Sam stated, refusing to look at him. "And before you say anything, I don't want

to abort it Freddie, but we can't raise a baby! we're barley out of high school!" Sam cried. Freddie wrapped his

muscular arms around her, soothing the troubled teen.

"baby, you know we can do anything. if you seriously don't think you can handle it, we'll go for adoption. We could

even go for open adoption if you want." Freddie said, he himself knowing there was no possible way they could handle

a baby by themselves.

before they knew it 5 months had passed, and Sam and Freddie found themselves looking for a couple to adopt their

baby. "The Carson's are the nicest by far." Sam said, leaning on Freddie and absently rubbing her baby bump. "I

agree, plus their willing for open adoption." Freddie said, putting an arm around Sam. "Ok, then do we call them?" Sam

asked absently. "I guess so, do you want to wait until tommorrow? We can talk to the agency first?" Freddie asked, unsure exactly what was happening.

"Yeah, I guess we should its late now anyway." Sam said, yawning.

The next day, Sam and Freddie made an appointment to meet with the adoption agent and the adopting couple. "This

is the greatest gift anyone could ever give us." Debbie Carson gushed, hugging Sam. The couple had arrived soon

after they got the call that they had been chosen. "You don't know how long we've been waiting." Her husband Harold

exclaimed, his eyes over filling with joy.

another 2 months pass with Freddie and Sam becoming very close with the Carsons. The two families had decided on

an open adoption, allowing Sam and Freddie to visit with their child every couple of months. One morning, Sam woke

up with Sharp pains in her side. "CARLY!" The girl cried, clutching her belly, scared out of her mind. "What is it Sam?"

Carly asked tiredly, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "Something's wrong, call Freddie." Sam screamed, struggling to

stand. "Like the baby's coming wrong? Or you want more food wrong?" Carly asked, running for the phone. "Like baby

wrong! this can't be happening!" Sam screeched, worried out of her mind. She knew that she shouldn't be going into

labor yet, its only been seven months! "FREDDIE! YOU NEED TO COME OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" Carly screamed into

the phone, "I DON'T CARE IF YOU JUST WOKE UP! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH THE BABY YOU NUB!" Carly ranted,

worrying out of her mind. "WHAT?" Freddie screamed, running into the room, the phone still pressed to his ear. "Sam,

sweetie whats wrong?" Freddie asked, soothing Sam, who was sobbing violently. "Something's not right Freddie, the

baby hardly moved last night and not at all today." Sam cried, as another wave of intense pain caused her to fall

foward onto the bed. "Carly, call the hospital. Tell them to get here in two minutes, or I'm driving her myself!" Freddie

screamed, as Carly ran out into the hall. "It'll be ok Sam." Freddie soothed, rubbing his hand over the her blond hair.

The ambulance arrived in record time, The parametics rushing to Sam's side. "Don't worry ma'am, everything is going

to be ok." One said, helping Sam onto a stretcher. "Just relax." The two men, along with Carly and Freddie pushed the

stretcher through the emergency room door. "I'm sorry, only staff aloud in here." The registered nurse with a nasily

voice said. "I have to go with her, she's having my kid." Freddie said exasperated. "Sir, calm down. Only staff are

aloud in here." The woman said, refusing to budge on the matter.

"It'll be ok Freddie. We'll probably be able to see Sam after they fix what ever's wrong ok?" Carly said, leading him to a

row of chairs. Suddenly, Debbie and Harold Carson ran through the door. "Whats wrong? Spencer called and told us to

meet you guys here." Debbie cried, rushiing towards Freddie. "We don't know whats wrong. The nurse won't let go in

with her." Freddie said, running his hand through his brown hair.

an hour later, The doors to one of the rooms opened and a docter dressed in blue scrubs ran out. "You guys can go in

now." The docter said to The frantic group. "One at a time please." She added before walking away. "Wait!" Freddie

called after her. "What happened?" He asked, afraid to go in the room. He knew the answer before the docter even

said it.

"I'm sorry, We tried everything we could. We couldn't save her." The docter said, looking like she was going to break

down herself.

Freddie ran into the small room, where Sam lay in a bed sobbing softly. "Sam!" He said, running to her side. "I

thought-" Freddie started, noticing something was off about the way the girl looked. "What happened?" He asked,

trying to get Sam to look at him. "It was a girl Freddie. We had a little girl." Sam said, turning over to look at Freddie.

"Sam thats great, where is she?" he asked, looking around the tiny room. "She's gone Freddie. They said it happened

late last night." Sam sobbed. Tears ran down Freddie's face as he slowly stalked out of the room to the awaiting

group. As soon as he opened the door, Everyone stood up. "What happened? Is everything right?" Carly asked, worry

building on her face. "Not really, no." Freddie started, unsure what to say to the people. "Sam's fine." an audible sigh

of relief was heard. "But the baby isn't." Freddie finished, fresh tears running down his face.

"The baby is-" Debbie asked, relization hitting her hard. "Oh Freddie, I'm so sorry." She cried, pulling Freddie into a

hug.

The couple were pulled out of their thoughts by a knock at the door. "I'll get it." Sam said, pulling herself off of

the couch. The knock sounded again, much more forcful this time. "Hold it I'm coming!" Sam yelled, pulling the

door open. She gasped, there standing in the doorway was someone she never expected to see again.

"Carly?"

A/N: (insert evil laugh here) CLIFFHANGER! sorry guys, but I'll have to leave it right there until next week, with no preview because well... chapter nine is still in my head! but be comforted by the fact that it will be updated on FRIDAY!

*insert fading evil laugh here*