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"We have an unidentified female, in her late twenties," One of the ambulance crew said, pushing the gurney into the ER of the hospital. "Gun shot wound to the abdomen, lacerations on her arms and legs, possible spinal injury."

Freddie Benson, one of the three interns on the emergency rotation with Dr Fielding that morning rushed to the side of the bed as they lifted the patient over to a hospital bed.

And he froze in shock as he got a proper look at the patient.

"Benson!" Dr Fielding snapped, her voice irate. "What the hell are you doing, just standing there?"

Freddie shook his head, and tried to snap out of it. "Her name is Samantha, Samantha Puckett."

"Do you know this person?"

"She goes by Sam," Freddie mumbled, looking at the badly beaten girl. Her blonde curls were matted with blood and dirt, her face swollen and almost unrecognisable. But he knew, Freddie knew her face anywhere.

"Do you know this person?" Fielding yelled again, her voice demanding an answer.

"Yes," Freddie replied quickly. "Yeah, I know her. We're married."

The world seemed to slow down, and all heads turned to look at the dark haired intern.

"Married?" Fielding couldn't deal with this right now, not when she had a patient waiting. "Okay, what's her blood type?"

"Uh," Freddie racked his brains. "AB plus." He finally said.

"Go with Kelly," Fielding ordered. "We need her medical history."

"She's probably still registered as Sam Benson," Freddie said, not moving.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Fielding repeated, and Jane Kelly, a blonde haired nurse pulled the shocked doctor from where Sam was being worked on.

"They're going to take good care of her Freddie," Jane reassured him. She had done this so many times, pulled people away from their hurt relatives, but it felt different when it was one of her own, one of the hospital staff.

"She has to be okay," Freddie stumbled slightly, still looking over his shoulder. He ignored the fact the entire ER, the staff who weren't with patients, hell the staff with patients were gawping.

Jane looked at him carefully. "She'll be fine Freddie, you know how good everyone here is."

"Things can go wrong." He said, his mind racing.

"That's why you've got to have a little faith," Jane replied.

Freddie took one last look where the doctors were working on Sam. She had to be okay, she had to be.

/

Freddie was driven to distraction, waiting for news on Sam. The chief had pulled him off service, and he was now getting his first experience of what it was like to be the person waiting for news, rather than delivering it.

It was worse, being on this side. Not being able to do anything. He hadn't been allowed scrub in, or go up to the gallery. Which was why he was sitting on the floor outside OR 1.

"Freddie?" Doctor Grace Maslow, still wearing her scrubs approached him.

"How is she?" He practically leapt from his seat.

"They're still operating," She replied. "But we need to ask you something, you're listed as her next of kin and emergency contact."

Freddie nodded.

"Part of the bullet has been lodged in her pancreas, and the only way to get it out would be to remove part of her pancreas." Grace explained.

"That'd make her a diabetic," Freddie said, rubbing his neck.

"There's the possibility," Grace nodded. "Do we have your permission?"

"Jesus.." Freddie didn't know. It hit him there and then that he knew nothing about wanted Sam wanted anymore, yet he was responsible for making life changing decisions. How the hell was he supposed to decide?

"I need to know now Freddie,"

"Yeah." He finally answered. "Yeah, you have my permission."

Grace nodded, and returned to the OR. Freddie started pacing, hoping to god he make the right choice.

/

"Benson?" Dr Fielding approached him. All Freddie knew was that Sam had made it through surgery, no one had told him anything more.

"How is she?" He demanded, not caring that Fielding was his boss, and would take the head of his shoulders for talking to her with an attitude like that.

"She's holding up," Fielding replied, for once being understanding. "We had to remove a large section of her pancreas, but she's stable for now."

"Thank god," Freddie let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Can I see her?"

Fielding nodded, and started to lead him to a recovery room where Sam was hooked up to dozens of machines.

"Christ Sam," He sighed, pushing her blonde bangs back from her forehead. Her face was clean now, but it was covered in cuts, bandages and slowly blossoming bruises. "What the hell have you done to yourself?"

Sam looked so fragile, lying there. She looked almost peaceful too; no fighting back, no insults or arguing.

Freddie left out a strangled laugh. If only she had been this quiet growing up, he might have had a calmer adolescence. But that thought only lasted a second, because it didn't take long for him to miss the insults, and the wicked comments and the sparkle that was always in Sam's eyes.

He sat down next to the bed, holding her hand in his, gently as if she would break. Freddie didn't realize he was crying until a tear dropped on the pale skin of Sam's hand, glistening in the dim light of the room.

"What did you get yourself into?" He repeated. "You were never one for being safe, but this is reaching new heights, even for you."

He tone was almost angry, and he was angry. Angry at Sam for getting hurt, angry at her for leaving in the first place.

He hated her. Then again, he loved her ten times more.

/

"I can't believe he's married," Niall, one of the interns Freddie lived with said. "He's never mentioned her before,"

"He doesn't wear a wedding ring," Sarah, another intern added.

They, along with Grace were looking on at Freddie, who was sitting beside Sam's bed. He'd been there for the past few hours, and didn't seem to have intention of moving.

"It's his business," Grace shrugged, looking through one of her patients charts.

"We've been working together for almost a year," Sarah said pointedly. "All of us live together, and we're friends- or so I thought."

"Everyone has something they don't talk about," Grace said.

"Even you?" Niall looked at her carefully, trying to read her expression.

"Like I said," She replied. "Everyone has things they don't talk about." She slotted the chart back onto the shelf where the others were, and seeing as she had a spare few minutes, she decided to check on Freddie.

Grace entered the room, the doors opening with a quiet swish that caused Freddie to look up.

"How are you?" She asked.

"Fine," Freddie nodded, his creased forehead and bleary eyes telling a different story. "Just wondering how the hell this happened,"

"We wont know until she wakes up," Grace tried to make her voice reassuring.

"If she wakes up," Freddie corrected, and as Grace's face turned to an expression close to surprise. "Fielding went through all the possibilities. Not that I wouldn't have thought so anyway, I'm a doctor too."

Grace squeezed his shoulder. "So, you're married?" She raised an eyebrow in question, curious to know the answer.

"If you want to get technical," Freddie sighed. "We're separated."

"Sorry," Grace began. She knew there was a reason he never mentioned Sam, and she had just put her foot in it.

"Don't be," Freddie interrupted. "We've been separated for the best part of five years."

"Five years?" Grace couldn't help but be a little shocked. "Five years, and you haven't filled for divorce?"

"She just took off one day," Freddie explained. "I didn't know where to find her, where to serve the divorce papers. She didn't stay in Massachusetts, she didn't come back to Seattle.. I couldn't find her, and she never made any effort to find me."

Grace squeezed his shoulder for the second time, trying to comfort him, even just a little. He clearly still cared about Sam, seeing as he'd been in the same chair for the past few hours, staring at her.

Willing her too wake up, if you will.

Freddie held her hand, and tried to give her a weak smile. "I don't think I could have filled for divorce." He said quietly. "I'm still in love with her."

/

Authors Note: I really like future fic's, Seddie and Grey's Anatomy. This, is the product of all three obsessions. But anyway, another new story.

I was supposed to be taking a break from the internet because of my mocks etc., but I'm not good at listening to my own advice. I like too much (:

I learn any medical jargon I write from medical shows and Google, so please excuse me if any of it is just completely off the wall and makes no sense whatsoever. I'm afraid I'm fifteen, and certainly not a doctor.

So, I hope you enjoyed this, it aroused your interest and all that.. Reviews are love! :3