Author: phantomphan2000 PM
When Freddie gets killed in a hit-and-run, everything changes. iCarly is canceled, everyone feels guilty, and life just gets harder. Sam wants nothing more than a second chance, but she'd better be careful because she just might get it.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Freddie B. & Sam P. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 11,814 - Reviews: 61 - Favs: 42 - Follows: 33 - Updated: 07-15-10 - Published: 04-12-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5891920
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A/N: Here's my first iCarly fic! Hope everyone enjoys it!
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
Summary: When Freddie gets killed in a hit-and-run, it changes everything. iCarly is canceled, everyone who knew him feels guilty, and life gets harder. Sam wants nothing more than a second chance, to go back and change that moment in time. But she'd better be careful because she just might get what she wishes for.
I'd never imagined anyone could feel like this. The pain was slowly eating away at my soul, and depression had sent a threatening storm cloud over my head. His absence was already more than I could take: I was just a lifeless being, losing another piece of myself every second my heart continued to beat. I felt as if I had nothing left, nothing but the haunting memory of his existence. . . .
I never knew up until that point I would get a second chance.
I took the opportunity before considering what could go wrong. I hadn't taken the time to wonder if my actions could lead me down the same deadly path. There just wasn't time to think. I had to act, I had to save him.
I just couldn't sit there and do nothing. Not when the one person I hadn't known I'd loved asked me to bring him back to the world of the living.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
"And I'm Sam!"
"And this is -"
A deep voice in the background announced it was time for "Random dancing!" Freddie smiled as he watched Carly and I begin to dance and twirl around wildly from behind the camera, flashing lights covering the room while music pounded overhead.
After an extended episode of iCarly, which lasted for about an hour and contained loads of new things to make our audience laugh, Freddie then gave us the signal that it was time to end the show. I think it would have been safe to say that both Carly and I were a little disappointed, hoping the show could continue on for just a while longer.
"Okay, people," I said, looking straight into the camera. "That's all for this webisode of iCarly, but don't worry." Stepping closer, I whispered in my best goofy, mysterious voice, "We'll be back."
"And . . . we're clear," Freddie said, setting down the camera by his laptop, laughing. "That was a pretty awesome show."
"Yeah," Carly said. "I think that was our best one yet. How big was our audience?"
"A little bigger than last time," Freddie answered. "I guess we're doing something right."
"Who's up for a smoothie?" I asked suddenly. All the jumping around had made me thirsty. "Momma's in the mood for one."
"Surprise, surprise," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "But I'm in. Let's go."
"Okay," Carly agreed.
I let Freddie's comment slide for once. I'd get him later.
We headed downstairs into Carly's living room, where we found Spencer laying on the couch watching Girly Cow. He was laughing hysterically.
I knew before Carly asked him that he wouldn't answer.
"Uh, Spencer? Can I go to the Groovy Smoothie with Sam and Freddie?"
He continued laughing, not even acknowledging our presence. "Come on," I said, heading for the door. "Let's just go. You can text him on the way there."
As we headed down the stairs that lead to the main lobby, Freddie kept telling Carly about how great the show had turned out. He wondered if he should install some new program onto his computer to make our audio a bit clearer. As if I could care about his tech talk. I was focused on getting to the Groovy Smoothie.
It didn't take us long to walk a couple of blocks from the apartment building. Just as we were nearing the last street we had to cross, Carly remembered she had to text Spencer. She pulled out her phone and began typing up a short message telling him where she was. Freddie was a bit ahead of us.
I didn't realize that after he stepped out onto the street I would never speak to him again. If I had known what was going to happen, I would have made sure I pushed him out of the way.
But it wasn't like I could grow wings.
Before Carly, Freddie, or I could do anything, a hot rod shot around the corner and came hurtling down the street. Once I had seen it, I didn't know it was going to head straight for Freddie. It was swerving a bit on the other side of the road. I wasn't even thinking of what could happen. . . .
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Freddie glance up and see the hot rod maniac had changed direction, and was speeding up, heading right for him. I tried to yell, to warn him, to tell him to get out of the way, but my voice refused to work. My mouth opened. No words came out. I ran, but even then I knew it was useless to do so.
I remember looking away, not wanting to see the car collide with him. I heard the tires screech, and then the engine quickly rev up. When I looked back up, the car was long gone, already speeding down the road. I completely broke down when I saw his motionless body just lying there in the middle of the street. I ran to his side, unaware that Carly was staring wide-eyed, shocked behind me.
I don't remember much after that. They told me later that I kept mumbling his name over and over. I didn't notice the crowd that surrounded us, or the people pulling out their cell phones to call 911. I remember one thing before I fell into the cold, black darkness.
A man pushed his way through the crowd, telling everyone to step back. When he reached Freddie and me, I was told to move aside. I didn't. The man checked for a pulse. My heartbeat quickened in my chest. I suddenly couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
I didn't hear the man say that. I thought that was my conscious telling me Freddie was already gone.
"Sam, come on." This was a familiar voice. It was Carly. "I called Spencer. He's on his way." She tried to pull me up. I wouldn't let her.
"Miss," it was the man again. This time he was staring at me with great sadness and pity. "Miss, I'm sorry. He's passed on, he's . . . dead."
I heard him that time. The scene before me became a blur before the blackness claimed me. The last thing I saw was Carly's face, staring down at me in disbelief.
Oh, I almost forgot! I'd like to dedicate this story to iCarlyfan312. She helped me come up with the idea for this story. I owe her. Check out her profile. She has a multi-chapter story called The Evil Twin.
And yes, this will be a multi-chapter story. I'm excited! :) I already know how this is all going to play out. I plan to update once or twice a week. Please R & R!!