A/N: Here's the next chapter, a big thanks to those who reviewed last time :)
Chapter thirteen
Sam sat on the couch silently eating her sandwich, when she heard the sound of someone in the hallway. She
quickly stuffed the remains of her lunch in her mouth just as Freddie walked in.
"I'm back." He called, setting his bag on the floor. "What're you doing?" He asked, smiling at Sam who was
watching him with an innocent and a bit guilty face. She swallowed what was left in her mouth and said,
"Nothing-eating lunch-nothing." She said quickly. "So, where were you?" She added, wiping her mouth with the
back of her sleeve. "I-um-went to the-uh-store." He said. He didn't want Sam to know about what he found, until
he got a chance to see it first. Just in case there wasn't anything there. He didn't want Sam to get her hopes up
only to be disapointed. "So, what did you have for lunch?" He asked, realising he too was growing hungry. Her
eyes got wide. She knew he would be upset with her for risking the well being of their baby with food she wasn't
supposed to have. On the other hand, she couldn't lie to him. "A peanutbutter sandwhich." So she told the half-
truth. Freddie smiled. "Was it by any chance a peanutbutter and HAM sandwich? He said, knowing full well that
Sam had a stash of it buried in the back of their fridge. She looked down, refusing to make eye contact. "You
know about my stash?" She asked casually, examining her fingernail. Freddie sat next to her and grabbed her
hand, pretending to examine her nails. "I've known since you put it in there." He said in a nonchalant tone,
turning her hand this way and that. Sam looked at him confused, "Your not mad?" She was said. Freddie smiled
at her and dropped her hand.
"How could I be mad at you?" He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
After Sam went to bed, Freddie sat at their kitchen table with the folders full of papers spread out in front of him.
Most of the papers where full of information he could barly understand. He was skimming the papers for anything
that seemed to have anything to do with them, putting them a side for later. Though he couldn't understand
anything, Freddie did seem to see one thing on all of it. What appeared to be someones initials, N.D. were
scribbled at the top of anything that had to do with them. "N.D? who or what is N.D?" Freddie thought to himself,
sifting through more piles of wrinkled paper. After a half an hour, and finding nothing, Freddie moved to the pink
colored book. The cover of the book appeared to have been ripped off and replaced with a piece of cardboard
that had been colored with a marker. He carfully opened it, and found that the book was full of scribbled notes
and sketches. The book was also stuffed with pictures, some were too faded to recognize, while others were
clear as daylight. What was this? He thought to himself, and if he was meant to find it, why wasn't it in
Cambridges office? He felt himself getting a faint headache, and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. He
heard a shuffling down the hall and turned to see his wife still half-asleep shuffling towards the bathroom. He
turned around and continued flipping through the old book. He carfully turned a page, causing a picture to fall out
onto the table. he picked it up, and examined it carfully. It was a picture a young women, standing in front of a
tree. She had dark hair, and appeared to be rather tall. Standing infront of her, was a toddler that looked to be
about two or three. The little girl had curly blond hair and a bright smile. He held the picture and realised, he had
seen this women somewhere. He couldn't place where, but she definatly looked like someone he knew. Looking
closer at the toddler, he noticed she didn't appear to look much like her mother. She too looked rather familer.
Her eyes were so familer, he just couldn't place them. He suddenly felt someone behind him. He jumped when he
saw Sam standing in the doorway. "What're you looking at?" She asked tiredly, walking around to sit across from
Freddie. He quickly stuck the picture back into the book, and gathered the papers together.
"Just-some-um-stuff for work." He replied, clearing the papers off of the table and stuffing them back into his
bag. "What are you doing up?" He asked casually, reaching out to grab Sam's hand. "I came out to pee, and saw
the kitchen light on." She said, nodding towards the light switch behind Freddie. "Why are you up so late?" She
asked, suspitious as to what he was up to. He let go of her hand, and folded his hands together.
"I had to go over some stuff for the show, at work. I'm sure their going to ask me to come back any day now."
He said nerviously, though he wasn't sure if he'd ever get called back to work. They sat there in silence, until
Freddie decided to take a chance. He reached down and pulled the little book out of his bag, and found the
picture. "Sam, um-Carly gave me this picture yesterday, and she asked if we knew these people. They looked
familer to her, but she couldn't tell where she saw them before." Freddie said, pushing the picture across to Sam.
She picked it up and looked at it carfully. "How did Carly get a picture of Nora Dirshlit?" Sam asked.
"No way! Let me see that." Freddie said. Sam laughed and handed the picture over to him. "Oh my chiz, that is
her." Freddie cried, staring in disbelief at the picture. "They let her out of prison again?" He questioned, still
staring at the picture. "Apparently." Sam said, then added, "Who's the little girl though?" She had seen that girl
somewhere. She had no idea where, but she had seen that child at some place. The face was like one out of a
yearbook, So familer yet so far away. Sam leaned back and put a hand on her belly. "We're hungry." She
groaned, standing up. Freddie put the picture away, and stood up. "Well, its almost morning. You want some
breakfast?" Freddie asked, trying to be helpful. Sam glared at him, "Not if your going to make it." She said with a
smile. "I'm perfectly capable of making my own breakfast. You just stay far away from anything flamable." She
laughed, pulling a box of pancake mix out of the cuboard. "Isn't Carly bringing Emma over later?" Sam
remembered, pouring the mix into a bowl.
She was confused. Nobody would tell her why her mommy had left her with these people, nobody ever told her
anything. All she knew was that her mommy had left her with these people days ago, promising to be back for
her soon. Now, she sits by the window and watches the rain pour down. Her mommy's friend, the lady one,
comes up to her and asked if she's hungry. She tries to remember what her mommy told her about these friends.
"Mommy says you can make weally yummy fwood." She said, feeling her tummy growl. The lady smiled. "I've
been told I'm a pretty good cook." She laughed, grabbing the girl's hand and leading her to the small kitchen.
"Maybe staying here won't be so bad." The girl thought.
A/N: and thats a wrap on chapter...what chapter is this? 13? oh right right chapter 13. Hope it wasn't disapointing or anything... I'm sure it wasn't, but that little voice of doubt likes to say other wise (I sound crazy don't I?) Ok, I'm done here... see you next time? keep the reviews coming! (I got like 6 last time :) I believe thats a record) One more thing, I posted a songfic for icarly a while back! Its more Spencer and Carly family kind of thing.
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chapter 14
Before she drifted off to sleep, she thought about her mommy, with her soft brown hair and dark, dark
eyes. She thought about the way she smelled like smelly old purfume, how her mommy once let her try
it, but the smell made her gag. Her mommy's friend thought it was funny how she gagged and coughed
over the smell. He sprayed it all over her and the air, making her dizzy. She fell asleep with the smell in
her head, swirling around like a pink fog.