A/N: Yeah. Ok. Just don't kill me please. :P
At first, Sam and Freddie went looking for answers. Spiritually, scientifically, but to no end. They hadn't found any answers, no reason to why they had been reincarnated. Then, before they knew it, almost a whole year had passed. Sam thought that she'd been reincarnated into her own family, because she still felt an attachment to them. Even now, though they weren't really the mother/daughter pair, Sam felt herself pretty close to her old sister, Hope.
Freddie, on the other hand, didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse. He had many wild theories, picking up Emma from her crib and rocking her slowly.
Freddie rolled his eyes. "No, Sam. She's our mother! It's...weird."
Sam looked at him in disbelief. "You and I, your sister, had a semi-incestuous relationship that wasn't really incest, but we thought it was for the longest time, and you think having a crush on the girl you'd been hung up on for years, is weird."
Freddie rolled his eyes again. "Yes, it's weird. Our reletionship is weird. Not unwanted, but weird." Freddie kissed her head.
"Besides," he went on. "You're the only girl I look at anymore anyway." he smiled.
"Well, besides these two." Freddie motioned to the sleeping baby in the crib, and to Emma, who had fallen asleep in her mother's arms.
"I'm tired, Freddie. It's been a year. A bit more, actually. The girls are nearing their 1st birthday, and...I'm tired. I'm tired of looking for answers, when they're not going to come. I'm tired of pretending that everything's okay. I'm tired of pretending that you're my brother, when you're really not. I'm just...tired." Sam sighed, sitting down in a chair, rocking Emma.
Freddie kissed her head. "I know." he said. "So am I."
"Then let's stop the search, Freddie. We're not getting any answers, and honestly...I don't CARE how it happened. All that matters, is that it did. And that we're together again. We've got the girls, we've got mom and dad...what more do we really need?"
"How's your mother doing?" Sam asked. "Okay?"
"Still in Troubled Waters. They had her committed." Freddie commented.
"Why? Is she still saying that you're alive? Well, I mean, you are, but..."
"Yeah. She still think's I'm alive. I visit every so often so that she's not alone, but..." Freddie sighed. "I think it'd be better if I stopped going to see her."
Sam's eyes softened and she stood up to put Emma back in the crib with her twin.
"Are you sure? I mean...she is your mother...well, you're first mother." Sam said.
"Yeah. I mean...I'm only making her suffer by visiting her. I think I'm going to go one more time and...say goodbye."
Sam hugged him.
"Do you want me to go with you?" she asked.
Freddie shook his head.
"No. I've got to see her alone."
The next day...
"Freddie? is that you baby?" Marissa Benson said from her room at Troubled Waters Mental Hospital.
"Yeah, mom. It's me. How are you?" Freddie asked.
"I'm much better dear. Now that you've shown up. Maybe someone can get me out of here now. They won't believe me when I tell them that you're alive. They all tell me that you've died, and that I'm crazy. But I'm not crazy, am I Freddie? You're really here."
Marissa Benson had a peaceful look on her face.
"Mom...that's why I've come to see you again today. I want to say goodbye. I didn't get a chance to before I died." Freddie told her.
Marissa looked confused. "Freddie? What are you talking about? You didn't die. You're right here. You are!" she insisted.
"Mom...I'm gone. I'm dead." Freddie told her. "I'm not...I'm not going to come back. I only came here to tell you this. Please don't be upset, Mom."
"How can I not be upset when you're telling lies, young man? What have I always told you?" Marissa pointed a finger at him.
"No one likes a liar or a wimpy little crier. Tell the truth forever and you'll never have bad weather." he smiled at his mother's odd little rhyme.
"That's right." she said.
"But Mom. I'm. NOT. LYING." Freddie looked straight into her eyes.
Marissa gazed into his brown orbs for a few minutes before breaking out into hysterical sobs.
"Why? Why Freddie?! WHY! Was I not a good enough mother to you?! Why did you leave me?!" She sobbed.
"Mom..." Freddie knelt down beside his mother. He felt so sad that he was the one causing her pain, but she needed to hear this. She'd been fooling herself for too long.
"I just wanted to come say goodbye. That's all. I didn't get that chance to before the car accident." He went up and embraced his mother in the tightest hug possible.
"I'm going to miss you Freddie-bear." A tear escaped from her eye.
"I know. I'll miss you too, mom. But you have to move on. It's what I want for you. I want you to meet someone...fall in love with someone. Maybe even have another child. It's what I want for you, Mom. I want to see you happy. I want to see you smile a lot. I don't want to see you suffering anymore because of my sake. Be happy. I'll always be your son. I'll always love you."
"I'll always love you too, Freddie." Marissa said.
"Then do something for me." Freddie told her.
"What?" Marissa asked.
"I want you to remember me. That's the best way to keep me alive, mom."
Freddie let go of his mother and turn away.
And he went home.
His mother, whom had fallen asleep, muttered in her dreams.
"I never forgot you, Freddie. I'll never forget..."
A/N: Sorry it took so long. But this is the final chapter of iLove My Little Sister. I hope you all enjoyed this.