A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I've been gone from lately! I've just been reading and reviewing a lot lately. I've seriously lost inspiration for iMust Break A Curse. I don't know if I'll continue it or not.. Sorry. :(

Anywho, I'm going to start putting my Author Notes at the end of a chapter instead of the beginning, but I have to explain this story to you guys before I get it started. That way, you won't get all confused while reading this story.

First off, this story is a FUTURE fanfiction. Sam and Freddie are married and they have four kids. They are: Liz, a girl with long brown curly hair and blue eyes. She is also a rebel and sarcastic. Then we have Jason, a boy with dirty blonde hair that falls in front of his eyes and he has blue eyes. He also a rebel child. Next is Jena, a girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She is very outgoing and also has the 'gift' (mentioned later on). Finally, we have Ruby. She has long red hair and blue eyes. She's very shy and quiet, but she's very very very smart(for a six year old).

Of course, Carly and Gibby are also married and they have two boys; Max and Matt.

As I mentioned before, there's this thing called a Gift. In this story, Sam was born with the power to see the future, but the future is never a happy happy future. It's always about someone dying or just something terrible. This Gift is also passed from generation to generation. As in, Sam's mom has the gift, her grandma, ect. So Jena ends up having the gift. But, whenever a child in the family is born with the gift, the old member slowly loses their gift. So since Jena has inherited the gift, Sam is slowly losing it and Jena is going insane by all the terrible things she sees.

Too much information? Yes? Sorry guys. Just wanted to explain this a little bit to you guys before I went into full story mode and you were epically confused. Oh yeah! Whenever you see something in italics, it's most likely a vision of the future. Kay? Got it? Get it? Good. :) Enjoy my pretties!

Warning: Suggestive themes(Sam + Freddie + Marriage = Much Suggestiveness); Slight Cussing; Violence.

Sam POV:

I screeched happily as I jumped into the water. Freddie was chasing me and jumped on me and pulled me under the water. I swam back up and laughed and splashed water into his face. Freddie grabbed my waist and started tickling my bare stomach. I laughed and kicked him in the leg. "Ow!" he shouted.

I laughed and kicked him again. I grabbed Freddie's head and shoved him underneath the water. I felt him suddenly grab my waist and pull me under with him. I shoved him away and came back up for air, giggling.

Freddie then grabbed me again and started tickling me once more. "Stop!" I shouted with a fit of giggles. "Stop it!"

"Nope," Freddie said and he started tickling me some more.

I turned around and grabbed onto Freddie. "You're such a dork," I told him. "You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know," he said. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. "And you're beautiful." I started to blush a little bit and then Freddie leaned and pressed his lips against mine. Freddie started to kiss me harder and I felt his tongue on my lips, begging for entrance. I slowly opened my mouth and our tongues started the battle for dominance. I started to moan and tried to push my body closer to his.

I felt Freddie's hands slowly start to undo my bikini top, but he suddenly stopped as I heard a loud bang. A gunshot. I pulled away from Freddie and I saw he was gasping. "Freddie," I whispered.

I glanced up and saw a figure wearing all black with a gun in his hand. The gun was pointed at Freddie and smoke was rising out of it. I screamed and grabbed onto Freddie and started dragging him to shore. I dragged Freddie to the shore and looked around for the man. I wanted to go and hunt the man down, but I needed to stay with Freddie.

I looked down at Freddie and saw that he was barely breathing. Blood was gushing out of his back and his eyes looked lost and gone. I screamed his name again. I looked around frantically and saw our stuff. I ran over to it and grabbed my cell phone. I quickly dialed 911 and ran back over to Freddie. I told them everything and the woman on the other side of the phone was trying to calm me down.

I cried out and grabbed a piece of cloth and started to wrap it around Freddie, trying to do something. Anything.

But it was too late.

Freddie had been shot. For what reason, I don't know.

Freddie had been murdered.

Now he was gone.

I jumped out of my bed. A scream escaped my lips and I was gasping for air. My hand flew to my neck and I continued gasping. I could still hear Freddie gasping. I could still hear the shot of the gun. I could still see the way the figure had the gun pointed at Freddie and me.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I screamed again. "Shh," Freddie's voice whispered beside my ear. "You're going to wake up the kids," he whispered.

"But," I whispered to myself.

"Shh. Everything is alright," Freddie said his hands moving up and down my arms. "It's all just a terrible nightmare." Freddie pulled me closer to him and started running his fingers through my hair. "Shh."

"Freddie," I breathed.

"I'm right here," he said. He leaned closer to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Everything's fine. Just go back to sleep," he whispered. He kissed my cheek and then he kissed me on the lips. He gave me a quick hug and then slowly fell back into the bed, closing his eyes and slowly going back to sleep.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I said.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Freddie murmured.

"No," I said.

I slowly climbed out of the bed and started walking to the bathroom. I walked in and started to splash cold water on my face. I glanced up in the mirror and took a deep breath. "If only it was a dream," I whispered. "If only."

"Momma," a voice said.

I gasped and turned around. Jena, my nine year old daughter, was standing there. He short blonde hair sticking up in every direction and she had tear stains on her face. I could tell that she was still crying since her eyes were wet. I ran over to her and got down on my knees and looked her in the eye. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked.

"Momma," she said again and the tears continued falling down her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked again.

"I..I saw.." she paused and took a deep breath, her voice shaking. She took another breath and looked me straight in the eyes. "I saw Daddy." She took another shaky breath and whispered, "He died."

~InsaneBlueberry~