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iNever Thought I'd Be Here Again.

Troubled Waters Mental Institution had a penchant for making Sam feel uneasy. Walking up to it, she stared up at those bolted windows, the curved metal grilles sometimes mistaken for elegant decorations rather than the cages that they really were. Never had she imagined she'd have to come back here, and on her own will too. It wasn't all bad, because the moment Freddie slipped his fingers between hers, the anxiety slipped away.

"You didn't have to come along, you know that right?" pointed out Freddie.

"Nah, it's okay. It's time we both made up anyway." she admitted. "But I'm not going soft okay? I'm only doing this for you." she warned.

"Doesn't that still mean you're still going soft…"

"Benson… Just because I find you cute, doesn't mean I won't punch you. It just means I won't hit your face." she interjected.

"God, I love you." proclaimed Freddie. "Don't ever change."

"Aww. Freddweird, you're such a girl!" she laughed, poking him on the shoulder. "I love you too, baby." smiling at him.

"So you ready to do this? Or…"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm ready. Lets do this." she confirmed.

Together they walked up to the arched doorway, and pushed open the glass doors. To her surprise, Sam didn't feel the cold, surgical chill that she felt when she was here. Then again, the reason why she was in here was now her boyfriend, and when he was around, even the F.B.I couldn't scare her. Their relationship was going great. Granted, it had only been a month, but it didn't change the fact that she loved him, and that he loved her. Freddie and Sam, or "Seddie" as they had been affectionately labelled by their fans on , walked hand-in-hand into the visiting ward. Where they were greeted by a host of mental patients, including the turtle faced one who claimed he was from the future.

"You two will become the leaders of an extremist resistance in 2048." he buzzed, staring at the both of them intently.

Neither of them knew what to say. Thankfully, they didn't have to, as a cheery voice cried out from the other side of the room.

"Freddiekins!" Mrs. Benson called.

After Sam discovered the medication in the bathroom, and told Freddie about it, they both called the doctor that was listed on the bottles. Dr. Irman, Freddie's mom's psychiatrist had informed them that she had been taking medication for her Excessive Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and that he was afraid an episode like that would happen. After that, he suggested that she be put in an institution for a time, only to be monitored and assessed. Over the past three weeks that Freddie visited her, she'd been showing signs of her normal tolerable neurotic self. It gave him even more hope that she didn't openly repulse Sam when they walked up to her.

"Hi Mom." he said, moving towards her to give her a hug.

"Oh I missed you! And hello Samantha, what brings you here?" Mrs. Benson inquired.

Taking a seat at the table, Sam gathered up the might to mutter an apology, even though she believed that Mrs. Benson should be apologising to her.

"Mrs. Benson… I… uh…" she stammered.

Freddie wrapped a comforting arm around her hunched shoulders. He knew how hard it was for her to say sorry to anyone. Except for him.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry." she blurted. "Sorry for using that taser thingo on you." avoiding eye contact.

Mrs. Benson took it very well, in fact, after she had been taking her medication regularly, she even accepted the fact that Freddie and Sam were dating. With a compassionate look in her eye, Mrs. Benson put her hand over Sam's.

"I appreciate this Samantha, I really do." she declared. "but if anyone's going to apologise, it should be me."

Sam was very surprised at this, springing her head up and staring at Mrs. Benson's sincere face. "I was the one that had the psychotic outburst, and tased you, twice. So, yes, I'm sorry." she apologised.

It was still so surprising to Sam, but she gracefully accepted it.

"Thanks Mrs. Benson." Sam managed to say.

Freddie looked at his watch, and jumped.

"Oh, hey, we should get going, we have that creative meeting with Carly and Brad over at Pini's. I'll bring the car around, and I'll meet you outside." remarked Freddie, getting up and leaving Sam with Mrs. Benson. For a while, they sat there, awkwardly. Till Sam plucked up and said something that she knew would at least ease Mrs. Benson while she was here.

"I'll take good care of Freddie, Mrs. B. While you're in here and everything." she declared.

Equally as surprised by this as Sam was when she apologised, Mrs. Benson's face lit up with a motherly joy.

"I'm sure you will dear. That boy loves you, you know that? I can see it in the way he looks at you. A mother never misses a thing like that." she told Sam. "He's even mentioned it a couple times. Reminds me of my husband…" she reminisced. "Freddie gives you the same googly eyes Leonard gave me." a tear glistening from her eye.

Ah chiz. This is actually touching.

Sam held back the urge to hug Mrs. Benson and cry loudly. It just wasn't her thing.

"Wow… that's uh…"

"Don't worry dear, I know you love him too. Not many people would beat up their boyfriend's mother the way you did." she joked.

Instantly, the mood lifted, and the two of them shared a good laugh.

"Oh! Have you had the quesadilas here? They're the bomb!" announced Sam.

"Why yes I have! And they are, I think it's in the type of cheese…" she mused. "Oh yes, go! Freddie must be waiting for you outside!" she commanded lightly.

"I'll see you Mrs. Benson." she said. "I hope you don't get too bored in here like I did."

"Don't worry dear, I won't. Oh! And remember to give Freddie his tick bath!" she noted loudly.

"Sure!" Sam called back, walking out of the visiting ward, with the very interesting image of her and Freddie in the bath tub together.

Spotting Freddie's car, Sam approached it and opened the door, letting out the mellow tunes of a singer on the radio. Putting on her seat-belt, Sam realised that she recognised the song.

"Hey, who sings this? It sounds really familiar." she asked Freddie.

Freddie scoffed, and said,

"It's 'Running Away' by AM."

A nostalgic feeling rose in her chest as he said that. Sam sat there, letting the smooth tones of the song take her back to the night where Freddie and her shared their first kiss. She could feel the car begin to move under her as Freddie steered it into the street.

"This is kinda like our song isn't it?" she thought.

"Kinda? Sam, this is our song." clasping her hand in his, with his other hand on the wheel.

The two of them were extremely content with their lives. Freddie was set on going to Washington State University, with Sam working hard to get in as well. Would she get in? No one knew. Would the two of them last? Maybe. What mattered to them most was each day that they spent together, because they took things a day at a time. As long as the look in their eyes after waking up to each other every day never went away, and the sparks that flashed in their hearts when they kissed never faded, they'd be perfect. Guess what? They'd never disappear.

"Oh hey, I got a text from Spencer." announced Sam, pulling her phone out of her jeans.

"What does it say?"

Sam laughed at the message.

Classic Spencer.

"Apparently, him and Socko got a whole bunch of trampolines, some cows, dogs, pigs and cats, and they're making them jump on the trampolines." she guffawed.

"Really?"

"yeah, he says, 'it's like the pigs and the cows are flying!'" reciting the message.

"That's crazy!" Freddie declared, finally parking his car in front of Pini's.

Flying pigs? Definitely crazy.

And so ends "Unfinished Business." I hoped you guys loved it as much as I loved writing it, cause I seriously pulled some late nights to get all of my inner Seddie cravings out.

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