Author's note. Hey everyone. Soooooo sorry about the massive delay. I have had some serious personal issues and writing kind of became a smaller priority for a while. Also I really didn't wanna write this last chapter and have one of my favorite stories end. Thanks for all the favorites and reviews. I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter. It was tough to write but I got to let out my inner House fanboy a little so that was fun. I'm not going to hint at anything that happens this chapter. You will just have to read it to find out. Hope you all enjoy it. Be sure to leave a review letting me know what you think.

"Beer tastes horrible..." Freddie mumbled.

He took another big swig from the bottle knowing that it would only take a few more before he wouldn't care about the taste so much; he wouldn't care about anything. Which was precisely his goal tonight. He was glad his mom had decided to stay back after the wedding and spend the night at a family friends house. She wouldn't approve of his selected coping mechanism. She didn't even keep any booze in the house. Freddie had to buy this on the way home. He was already halfway through the first bottle by the time he had reached the elevator from his car. Now he was sitting at his dinner table working his way through the 6th and final one. He happily noted that the dark moonlit room had already taken a soft fuzzy texture at the edges of his vision. He felt himself smile a little at the thought of this day being washed away.

"Cheers..." he rasped to the empty apartment before downing the rest of the bottle. He used the back of his hand to wipe the few drops that had missed his mouth and noticed the blood once bright and red was now a deep burgundy and sticky. Feeling the bile rise in his throat, he pulled his hands away from face. He thought for a moment to scrub them clean in the sink, but instead he reached into the bag from the liqour store and pulled out another bottle, this one full of whiskey.

"Heh" he chuckled, "I'm gonna end up as an alcoholic if I keep drowning out thoughts of Sam like this."

Getting up from the table shakily he knocked a mostly empty beer bottle to the floor where it shattered spraying everything with a fine mist of the bitter liquid. He couldn't stop himself from giggling uncontrollably at the sight of the shattered glass everywhere.

"Hehehe now you know how I feel. Don't worry I'll clean you up in the morning..." He said to no one in particular.

Realizing he was bored sitting in this dark room he ambled into his bedroom. He examined everything in the room like it was his first time in there. Scanning from the stacks of books to action figures, his eyes finally fell on the old stereo he had propped up on his book shelf. In a move that really should have been attempted by a more sober mind, he clambered on top of his old rolling desk chair and stretched out for the stereo. His fingers just managed to grasp the handle on top when the chair rolled out from underneath him. With a loud crash he smashed into the ground pulling the stereo and many of the books down on top of him. The bottle he held shattered, fine shards of glass embedding into his hand and the strong liquor made certain he felt the cuts.

"God dammit!" He yelled looking down at his bleeding hand. When the initial pain dulled a little he felt the dull so if from the strong liquor.

"Guess I'm not that drunk after all..."

He tried pulling some of the glass out but after a moment of accidentally pushing the shards deeper in his hand he realized he wasn't dexterous enough in his current state. He pulled himself up into a sitting position with his back against the bookshelf. He turned his attention to the radio he had injured himself to reach. It had been ages since he had used it. Wondering if it still worked, he brushed the dust caked on it and pushed the large play arrow. He turned his attention back to his aching hand.

"Hey Freddie..."

What the hell?! What was Sam's voice doing here? After a few drunken glances around he finally looked down at the little window on top of the stereo and saw the CD that was playing. The memories came flooding back. Sam had given it to him as an anniversary present and he had left it in player all these years. He brought the speaker closer so he could hear what she was saying.

"So I'm not very good at this sort of thing. I generally leave the cheesy stuff to you." Sam sounded really nervous and he couldn't help but think she sounded adorable. "But Carly told me this would make a nice present and I'm broke right now so here's a mix CD. I love you ya big nub. Happy Anniversary" Her voice cut out with a click.

"No... Keep talking Sam don't go..." He whispered at the stereo but her message was already over and the first song started playing.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you.

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag in not gonna move.

Got some words on cardboard, for your picture in my hand saying

If you see this girl can you tell her where I am.

Some try to hand me money they don't understand

I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man.

Freddie remembered this song. Sam always made fun of the guy for being such a sap. Now he could only listen and wish that getting Sam back would be as easy as just waiting for her...

BANG BANG BANG

Freddie nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the loud knocking on the front door and in his shock he dropped the stereo and the CD skipped. He was tempted to go open it but he guessed it probably Carly trying see if he was ok. He had received no less that 10 texts from her since he drove off to that same effect.

"Go away Carly. I want to be alone..." He called halfheartedly at the door.

The banging subsided but was replaced with the tiny scratching noise of someone picking the lock.

"Carly give it a rest. I said I want to be alone!". Feddie yelled this time annoyed at her insistence.

When the scratching continued he angrily got to his feet and, after letting the room settle, paced to the door. He stumbled down the dark hallway using his hands on the wall to keep his balance. He finally got to the front door. His fingers slowly undid the deadbolt and slide the latch open. He yanked the door open ready to tell Carly exactly how much he doesn't want to deal with his emotions.

"Carly god damm...OOF!"

He doubled over in pain from the hard punch to his gut. He slowly raised his gaze to come face to face with a terrifying Sam. He noticed that she was still clothed in her muddy and torn wedding dress. There was dirt and makeup caked on her face and her once shining hair was matted and damp. She took a few ragged deep breathes. He would be concerned about her shivering if he hadn't seen the look of pure hated emanating from her eyes. He just stood crouched under her gaze. Finally he decided to break the silence.

"Sam.." he tentatively started, and immediately regretted it.

Hearing her name seemed to wake her from her trance. The muscles in her arm clenched as she threw another forceful punch that connected with Freddie's jaw and sent him tumbling back into the room. He instantly sobered up.

"FREDDIE BENSON! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!'' She screamed from the doorway. Some hazy portion of his brain thought about what the neighbors would think hearing this at 10:30 at night. This thought was pushed back however by the overwhelming majority of his brain that was focused completely on the furious woman towering over him.

Freddie couldn't remember ever seeing her like this. She always hurt him or insulted him but it was always playful. This was different. It was way beyond anger. This was unadulterated hatred. He scrambled backwards on the floor away from her. He felt the spilled beer from earlier seep into the seat of his pants. She walked in after him and slammed the door behind her. Now he was trapped in here with an unstable and furious Sam. When his back ran into the kitchen table he managed to hear the song the skipped CD had landed on. If this had been happening to anyone else he might have laughed at the irony.

You say your faith is shaken

And you may be mistaken

To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun

I'm desperate and confused

So far away from you

She really was going to make him miserable if he couldn't get away from her. She finally stopped walking toward him when she was directly standing above him. Her hands were still clenched tightly. A few uncomfortable seconds passed silently. Freddie felt himself begin to sweat, and decided that he needed to try and break the silence again.

"...Sam.." he quickly flinched and covered his head. When no blow came he peeked out through his fingers to see Sam still standing above him.

"Sam...what happened?" he asked cautiously.

"What happened?..." She whispered in a tone so dangerous he was wishing she would have yelled. "what happened..." He noticed that her head had dropped, her hair obscured her face. He cautiously tried to stand up.

"YOU RUINED MY WHOLE LIFE! THAT"S WHAT GOD DAMN HAPPENED!" She screamed again knocking him back onto the floor.

"WHY FREDDIE!?" He looked up at her confused.

"WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LET ME BE HAPPY FOR ONCE!? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CRUSH ANY HAPPINESS I MIGHT HAVE HAD!?"

Freddie was taken aback. What had he done? He had just worked his hardest to save her grandpa. While he normally would has just shrunk away from Sam when she was like this the alcohol in his system had bolstered his courage. He shakily pushed himself to his feet.

"Now wait just a goddamn minute Samantha!" Hearing her full name must have caught her off guard because her sceaming was cut off. "I didn't do anything to you! If you haven't realized yet all I did was save your grandpa's life! How can you be such an ingrate!?" He almost couldn't believe the words that had spilled from his mouth, and judging by her expression, Sam couldn't believe it too. This only bolstered his false sense of courage and he persisted. "Well? Answer me Sam!" he shouted getting in her face.

SLAP

He touched the burning skin on his face feeling himself get angrier. Without thinking he grabbed her wrists and pushed her backwards until her back was pinned against a wall.
"What the hell was that for Sam! You can't answer my question and so you just slap me!? I'm a lot stronger than I used to be. You can't push me around like you used to!" He shouted right into her face. Her hair had fallen in front of her face again. When he didn't get a response Freddie angrily shook her. She finally looked up at him. His anger evaporated in an instant when he saw the tears pouring down her face cutting a furrow through all the dirt and mascara that was smudged on it. His grip on her wrists loosened, and with him no longer supporting her, she collapsed into his chest. Her shoulders shook as she cried harder into him, her hands clenching his shirt so hard the fabric looked like it would tear. He felt the warm wetness of her tears through the thin cotton, and he could think of nothing to do but pull her closer to him and let her cry it out. Sam had never broken down this bad before. Even Carly's description of her fit when she had taken that job in high school paled in comparison to this.

"Umm Sam..." He couldn't think of anything to say; he always sucked when she was upset because she always bottled up her feelings. Even when they were dating he never knew when she was hurting.

"I'm sorry I yelled..." he finally said lamely. He wasn't surprised that she remained crying like that for a while. He just hugged her tighter feeling his heart break further with every tear. She didn't deserve to feel this way. He eventually felt her shaking gradually stop.

"Sam. Please don't cry. I'm sorry." he practically begged her. His legs were starting to cramp from standing there holding them both up. He wanted to try and walk her over to a chair or the couch but he was terrified to move her. Eventually he just lowered them both to the ground. He backed himself up to the door and cradled her in his arms. He felt so pathetic for causing her all this pain. He pulled her closer and felt her shoulders shaking from her sobs. Her sobs gradually slowed and her death grip on his shirt lessened. His eyelids started to droop and between the alcohol and the soft music coming from his old room he felt himself get more and more tired. This moment really was bittersweet. Sam was finally back in his life, in his arms no less. But he knew that their relationship right now was anything but good.

"Oh well. I'm going to enjoy the good in my life while I can...". He mumbled out to no one again. He pulled a sleeping Sam tighter in his arms and then closed his eyes and drifted to sleep with the music wafting over him.

That if you say (if you say)

Goodbye today (goodbye today)

I'd ask you to be true (cause I'd ask you to be true)

Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you...

Authors note. How did you like this? I had meant for this to be the last chapter but all my ideas didn't really fit into the setting. This also kind of turned into a songfic. Sorry if that isn't what you were expecting but I thought it fit the mood right. Plus its very synonymous with how I'd deal with a situation like this. Anyways huge apology for the long delay. Hopefully I can write the next chapter soon. Please leave a review with any thoughts on this story. My writing thrives on your feedback lol. Peace.

Song 1

Man who can't be moved

The script

Song 2

Misery

Maroon 5

Song 3

Cancer

MCR