WARNING: Slight Creddie in the first few chapters.
Plot outline: Freddie earns a family immunity order after saving the president from an attack. But when Sam gets charged with a death sentence for something she did not do, will he marry her just so she could live?
"Congratulations, Freddie-bear!" mom gave me a huge hug. "You kids grow up so fast nowadays. One moment you're in your Galaxy Wars Pjs and the next moment you're out saving the world!" She started to tear.
"Thanks... mom," I tried to wiggle out of her tight embrace. "So, where's Carly?"
"She's with Spencer and that horrible delinquent," she shuddered at the thought of Sam.
I smiled. "I'll go join them."
"Okay, but remember, don't drink too much wine, dear," she says, taking the certificate and paper rose from my hands. "Drinking too much wine, will make you-"
"Will make you sweat like swines," I completed her rhyme for her. "I get it, mom. You should lay off the rhymes already. I'm already thirty."
"But you're still my little boy," she argued.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, the little boy who saved the President by building a security system that could hack the databases of terrorists."
My mom didn't seem to hear that as she was still busy smiling at the pride of a son I am.
I was wondering how I could escape from her embarassment when an idea flashed across my mind. "Oh look! It's the organiser of the Aggressive Parenting Seminars!"
"Where?" mom spun around to try to catch a glimpse of her idol.
I took the chance to escape from the awkward situation. But as I fumbled and stumbled, I tumbled into someone. "Hey, watch it!"
"Sorry," I looked up to see the blonde-headed demon. Yep, the venom is still there. "Oh, it's you."
"Yeah, like bumping into you brightens up my day," she struggled to get up from the ground. "Congratulations anyway."
"Thanks," I smiled. "How's the police force going?"
She stared at the sky as if to think. "Good, I think. Our patrol has caught our first criminal. I'm sure you saw the news last night."
"Yeah," I replied.
"So, what do you plan to do with your new immunity order?" she asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I mean, getting the order wasn't easy. It definitely gives us immunity from any trouble. But without a trace of Puckett blood, I doubt we'll get into any anyway."
She frowned. "Watch what you say, Benson. Don't think that saving the President makes you immune to my punches."
"Just kidding," I smirked. "No harm done. By the way, where's Carly?"
"It's only been a few hours and you're already looking for your girlfriend?" she teased. "She's at the punch table with Spencer."
"Thanks," I headed over to the table.
Sam shouted behind me. "Remember your ring, Fredwad!" She tossed the velvet box to me.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks!" I caught it before it hit the ground.
There she was, the girl of my dreams. I couldn't believe it at first when she agreed to being my girlfriend years ago. And now, I'm going to ask her for her hand in marriage.
"Hey beautiful," I whispered in her ear, giving her a shock as I broke her focus.
"Hey hero!" she spun around and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Congratulations!"
I smiled. "Is that all I get for earning a immunity order?"
She gave me another kiss. "Is that enough?"
I shook my head, reaching into my pocket for the box.
"Here you go," she leaned for another kiss, but I stopped her with the box. "What's this?"
I got on to one knee. "Carly..."
She mouthed something to Spencer, which looked like "OMG, he's doing it."
"I, Freddie Benson, am asking you, Carly Shay, for your hand in marriage. Will you marry me?" I looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'll say yes.
People started to crowd around us, curious to know what the commotion was about. Gibby's face was drowned with tears of joy, Tasha huddled close to him. Spencer held his daughter Lucy's eyes close, Veronica tugging at his arm. Mom smiled in relief that her son had finally grown up. Unlike the others, Sam was nowhere to be found. Weird, I thought she would be the most eager to see the proposal.
"I don't know what to say," Carly blushed.
"Just say 'yes', Carly!" the crowd started to cheer.
Carly's hesitance was soon overcome by the crowd's constant pressing. "Yes."
I picked her up bridal style and spun her around. At that moment, I was sure I was the luckiest man alive. "When shall we get married then?"
"Actually, our wedding would have to wait," she said with a sorry expression.
I put her down. "Why?"
"Granddad's hospitalised again," she explained. "I'm gonna have to go take care of him. Spencer will be going with me."
"How long will it take?" I asked.
"I don't know..." she shrugged. "Maybe weeks, months..."
"Sorry," she apologized. "I'm really psyched about the wedding, really. But I have to take care of Granddad till he's better. My dad's still in the navy, so he can't-"
"I understand," I replied. "I just felt... left out. Why don't I go with you guys?"
"No," Spencer stated. "The last time we brought you to Yakima, your mom tagged along. It was the worst trip in our lives. Do you remember the time when-"
Carly shushed him. "I don't want to remember it!"
Spencer raised his hands in surrender.
"What about Veronica and Lucy?" I asked. "Are they going with you guys?"
"No," Carly replied. "Lucy is still quite young, we don't intend to bring her along for this."
"Okay," I smiled. "Remember to call me."
She laughed. "I will. Don't go off having an affair with another girl while I am gone, okay?"
"There's no other girl that I want besides you," I gave her a peck on the lips, laughing at her little teasing. "I better not catch you with another guy in Yakima either."
"You won't," she hugged me.
"Look at the lovebirds," Sam appeared from behind us. "Can't you guys just get a room or something?"
I frowned. "I thought you were used to this, Puckett?"
"Yeah, haven't you seen me puking up blood since Christmas?" she joked.
"If you're jealous, get yourself a boyfriend," I laughed.
"Very funny, Benson. Very funny," her smile fell into a low sarcastic murmur. "Where's Stephanie, by the way?"
Carly answered, "She's still in school. It's the morning after all, she wouldn't be able to attend this event with school on her schedule."
"True," she smiled. "I liked that kid. She was only one when she hated your face."
"Thanks, Sam," I frowned. "That was a very nice comment."
"Well, there's more where that came from," she grinned.
Carly broke into cold sweat. "Okay, let's not start another war here. Seriously guys, you've been fighting since you were ten."
"No harm continuing the tradition," Sam smiled.
Just then, my cell rang. "Hello?"
"Is this Mr. Fredward Benson speaking?"he asked.
"Yes, how can I help you?" I replied.
"I am calling from the Seattle Police Headquarters. Your cousin Stephanie, has been detained for possession of suspicious liquid," the voice said.
A higher-pitched voice emerged from the background. "It's hydrochloric acid!"
"Please come to our headquarters immediately. We would like to discuss with you about the punishment for the girl," he stated.
"Thank you, sir," I replied. "I'll be there as soon as possible."
"What's wrong?" Carly asked, face filled with worry.
I sighed. "Stephanie's in trouble again."
"Seems like Puckett blood isn't needed to make Fredward Benson use his new immunity order," Sam smirked.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, Puckett," I frowned, climbing into my car.
Stephanie's going to be fine. She's definitely not going to be the first Benson family member to use the immunity order. No, she's not.