A/N: Been studying for a History test, which is why I haven't updated in a week. Just barely passed 2 of the quizzes I took before it, and failed one. Made an A on the test though :) Can't wait for the Sam & Cat special! This chapter is loosely based on the Marshall University plane crash of 1970. Car late in the chapter comes from a green one I saw in Dahlonega, GA.
Anyways, enjoy the new chapter!
"Thanks, lady." Sam said to the flight attendant, who gave her a snack. "Did Crazy get to the house and pick up the triplets?" Sam asked, reclining her seat back.
"And you said I was the overprotective one." Freddie rolled his eyes, "she was able to take care of them for the day, but ended up taking them to Pam since she doesn't have a job."
"Wait, what? My triplets are in the care of my mother?" Sam gasped.
"Well, if you hadn't fallen asleep, then you might've heard." Freddie retorted. "She found one of my old wallets that you stole from me and they're playing Monopoly with real money."
"I wonder who's gonna have the most." Sam smirked.
"We'll see when we get home." Freddie assured.
"Don't you think I knew-" Sam was cut off by a loud whine coming from the left side of the plane, the opposite side from where they were seated.
"The right engine has failed!" A flight attendant yelled, causing an outburst of screaming and more yelling as the passengers started to notice that the plane was descending.
"We're going down!" The flight attendant yelled again. The right engine burst into flames, and they were spreading to the passenger compartment. Everyone braced for impact.
Freddie's eyes were closing as he noticed the left wing get torn off by large tree, while the front of the plane hit the ground. Sam was screaming her lungs out.
Sam observed the plane split directly in half as they reached the ground, luckily squarely between a break in the seats. The front shot forward off of a small plateau, stopping on the side of it. One look behind her revealed that the section behind the back passengers was engulfed in flames. Sam frantically unbuckled her seatbelt, picked up her husband bridal style, walked through the opening where the plane had split and ran to where she thought was far enough from the burning small plane. She then fell to her knees, not caring about her own injuries.
"Freddie?" Sam called. No answer.
"Freddie, can you hear me?" Sam asked again. "Please don't leave! You still have identical triplets to help me raise! I need you, Freddie!" Sam sobbed.
"I love you..." She whispered. "I love you."
Sam put her head in her hands, not noticing that her beloved husband's eyes had opened again.
"Sam?" Freddie asked.
"FREDDIE!" Sam shouted, pulling him up and wrapping him in a hug.
"Why are we on the-is that a burning plane?" Freddie screeched. "Where's the other half?"
"We just survived a plane crash, Fredward." Sam managed a small smile.
"W-w-we need to get out of here!" Freddie shouted, scared.
"Can you walk?" Sam questioned, still smiling. "I carried you out, afterall."
"Yeah, I can walk." Freddie confirmed, easing up after Sam mentioned that she carried him. "You know, you must be a pretty brave woman if you carried a nubby guy like me out of a burning aircraft."
"You may be a nub, but you're still my nub." Sam grinned, capturing her husband's lips. Freddie immediately deepened the kiss, gently forcing his tongue into Sam's mouth. After a short while, they broke apart for air.
"Let's go Fredward." Sam said, taking Freddie's hand and walking away from the crash site.
"So...did you...cry?" Freddie questioned.
"What? Why?" Sam questioned.
"It isn't that unusual for a man's significant other to cry for them when they're unconscious..." Freddie rolled his eyes.
"Alright...I did sob a little." Sam admitted.
"I was expecting you to say that. I would've cried if you were the one that got knocked out." Freddie said.
"Thanks, Fredward." Sam smiled.
"How are they gonna know if we survived?" Freddie inquired.
"Eh, we can let 'em know when we get back to town." Sam said.
"Speaking of that, where is 'town'?" Freddie asked.
"I see a gas station there. Let's check it out." Sam said.
"Excuse me ma'am, where are we?" Freddie politely asked before his wife could ask her way.
"You're in Quincy, California." The female cashier replied.
"How far from LA?" Sam questioned.
"About eight hours." Valerie replied. Freddie took notice of her name tag, which read "VALERIE".
"Wait, VALERIE?" Freddie cringed.
"Is that you, Freddie?" Valerie smiled. "What are you doing here? And why are you with that aggressive blonde girl from high school?"
"First off, I'm married to Fredward here, so back the fuck off." Sam replied. "We just survived a fiery plane crash, for your information."
Valerie gasped, but then straightened her face again. "You're still married to a man that should be mine!"
Sam was about to retaliate when her phone rang. The caller was Carly.
"SAM! I'm so glad you answered! I just heard that your flight crashed! Are you guys alright? What about the other passengers? Where did you-"
"CARLY!" Sam shouted into the phone.
"Sorry..." Carly mumbled. Sam could almost see the embarrassment.
"We're alright, but we don't know about the other passengers or the pilot." Sam informed. "I didn't care about them right after the crash. Fredwuss was unconscious and-" Freddie grabbed the phone from Sam.
"-And she cried for me!" Freddie grinned. Sam slapped Freddie.
"Yeah, yeah. We're in some small town called Quincy, and we're about 8 hours from LA." Sam notified while her husband was rubbing his cheek. "Just so you know, Carls...we're glad you called."
"Thanks...I know I've been asking a lot from you lately, and still am, but we're still best friends." Carly said.
"You bet, Carls." Sam grinned. "Well, later. We've gotta find a way to get to you guys. Oh, and guess who we're face to face with right now?"
"Who?" Carly asked.
"Valerie." Sam groaned.
"That Valerie?" Carly gasped.
"Yes, that one. We need to find some transportation and head down. Bye Carls." Sam finished.
"See you when you get here." Carly ended.
"Was that that preppy 'best friend' girl of yours?" Valerie asked.
"Who do you think, dumbass?" Sam responded. "I don't suppose you have a car we can use to get to Los Angeles?"
"I do, but I have to come back to Seattle with you." Valerie said.
"We'll take you back to Seattle if, and only if, I drive, and Freddie sits up front with me." Sam said.
"Deal." Valerie said, and then shouted to her manager. "Hey, Harvey! I quit!"
"Are we ready?" Freddie inquired. "Just curious, what car are we driving?"
"Honda Civic." Valerie said in a flirty tone.
"Yeah, let's get this shitshow on the road." Sam sighed. "Don't try any funny shit with my husband."
A/N: Mix of sadness and happiness. Thought of adding Valerie in the middle of the night, and it's been pretty fun so far :) Review if you would, please!