Summary: When Carly, Sam, and Freddie buy a new video game from a shady shop, just how crazy will things get when they try to play it?

Disclaimer: EPIC DISCLAIMER IS EPIC. But very short. I don't own iCarly or Kingdom Hearts. Dan Schneider and Tetsuya Nomaru do. How sad is it that I'm upset this is the last time I'll have to say that?

Well, without further ado--ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...

iFight For the Light: Epilogue

Weeks later…

I'm walking the halls of school alone. I made it here late—mom was trying to teach the cat how to drive. It wasn't working. But I'd called Carly and Freddie and told them I'd meet up with them at our English class.

Things are pretty much back to normal. Well, mostly. After that night, I'd constantly gone back to check up on Freddie's shrine. Slowly, Carly's awkward photos were disappearing and were being replaced by pictures of, sometimes all three of us together, but mainly ones of just Freddie and I, smiling and posing for the camera.

I'm not sure when exactly Freddie got over Carly, but I'm happy about it. In the end, everyone won. Carly gets to live in peace, and Freddie and I are perfectly happy together. There's no awkwardness lingering between Carly and Freddie whenever they hug now, and Spencer and Carly often cheer and squeal when they see Freddie and I together—well, Spencer mainly does the squealing, but they're both ecstatic. They act as if they knew it would happen eventually, though. I always said Carly knew me before I even knew myself.

Freddie and I still tease each other, but it's cool. Because that's all it is—teasing. And even if we do argue, our cheerleaders—Carly and Spencer—are there to sort everything out. It's true, we are stubborn, but there's nothing a stern motherly (but not psychotic) talking to and spaghetti tacos can't solve.

The day we declared that we were together, Carly had leaned in to stage whisper to me, "I'm so happy for you!" Just the memory of that brings a slow grin to my face. But I'm brought out of my daydreaming as I knock into a former wise wizard, who reaches his arms out to steady me.

"Snap out of that daze, Sam," Principal Franklin says with a smile. "You need to complete your journey unscathed, you know."

My eyes snap wide open. "What?" I ask with a bit of a stutter to my words.

"Your journey," he laughs heartily. "To class. As Robert Frost would say, you've got miles to go before you sleep—or at least a few yards before you reach your English class."

"Oh," I say with a nervous chuckle, while I eye him warily. That was…interesting. "Yeah. Thanks, Principal Franklin."

He waves a hand to dismiss the thought. "It's not an issue, Sam. Now off you go," Ted says as he gives me a gentle push in the right direction.

I continue to class, shaking my head to clear my mind as Freddie embraces me quickly, giving me a light peck on the lips before Ms. Briggs or any of the other faculty can spot it.

Carly smiles widely. She giggles. "You guys really are the cutest thing ever." Carly walks into class, but Freddie stays outside, his arm around my shoulders.

I stifle the blush I feel rising to my cheeks.

Looking to the dork's face, I see he's staring at me and grinning proudly.

I roll my eyes, and shove him off me. "Oh, just get into class, you nerd!" I shout with a laugh.

He's laughing too, as he stumbles into the classroom.

Today we had to pick two poems by an author to read in front of class. They had to be two poems that were relevant to our lives. So, in a move that surprised almost everyone, when it was my turn, and the teacher attempted to skip over me thinking I wouldn't be prepared, I shoved Shannon out of my way, and took out my selected poems.

"This first poem I'm going to be reading is called "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening," by Robert Frost." My voice seemed to boom over the shocked and silent classroom. I'd never really spoken in front of such a serious crowd before so I sort of swayed in slight nervousness. "I chose this because it really shows the journey I had to go through to become the person I am today." Clearing my throat, I slowly recited the poem, allowing myself to feel and annunciate each word. When I got to the final stanza, I let the poetry flow as I relived every moment from my dream.

When I finished, I realized I had closed my eyes. And a roar of applause met me when I opened them. I smiled lightly, giving a mock curtsey. Despite the fact that I was wearing my normal capris.

The applause continued. "Thank you, but I'm not—" It was deafening and interrupted my speech. "That's nice, but I've still got—" Aaaaand it just kept going. Glaring dangerously, I shouted, "Hey!"

Silence. I knew that would shut them up.

Smiling, I continued. "Now I've got my second poem from Robert Frost, called "The Road Not Taken."" I switched the papers in my hands. "I chose this poem because it kinda sums up my journey and shows where I am now." I settled my eyes on the page and began to read aloud. "'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…And sorry I could not travel both…And be one traveler, long I stood…And looked down one as far as I could…To where it bent in the undergrowth.'"

I glanced up from the paper to see every pair of eyes on my face. But only two really were truly listening, and I knew that. The others may have been listening to the tone of my voice, but only two were taking in the words I was speaking. And that was Carly—who wore a huge, proud smile on her face—and Freddie, who had an expression of deep concentration on his. My eyes fell back to the second stanza as I tried to stifle the smile that threatened to graze my lips and break the mood.

"'Then took the other, as just as fair…And having perhaps the better claim…Because it was grassy and wanted wear…Though as for that the passing there…Had worn them really about the same.'"

I sure had taken that grassy, unbeaten path. And I'm sure there's not one of you out there that would disagree with that.

"'And both that morning equally lay…In leaves no step had trodden black…Oh, I kept the first for another day! …Yet knowing how way leads on to way…I doubted if I should ever come back.'"

And it was true. I often wondered what would have been different had I given up. Would I have just never opened my eyes again in the real world? Or would it have just passed like a normal dream? There was no way of knowing for sure now, and I certainly didn't want to go back. But it was an interesting thing to think about.

"'I shall be telling this with a sigh…Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by…And that has made all the difference." Sighing, I ended off with a sure and certain nod of my head.

Again, the applause came, louder than before. And it was comforting. I took in a deep breath as if I were inhaling all of the emotions in the room. It felt extremely nice.

"The poem is all about choices, and how they can affect and change us. And even though we might wonder what would've happened had we chosen the other path—the road not taken—we can never really go back and reach it again. But in the end, the choices we make shape who we are." And as I bowed slightly with my head, I thanked the rest of my class and took my seat.

Freddie beamed and mouthed, "That was really beautiful," to me. A huge smile danced its way onto my face.

Carly leaned forward and whispered, "Sam, you did amazing."

I didn't understand why everyone was whispering. I looked back and called, quite loudly, "Thanks, Carls."

When I turned around, I was met with the face of my teacher looming over my desk. I sighed. The outcome was inevitable and obvious.

Okay, maybe not so obvious. Shortly after that, I found myself forcefully entered in the school talent show to recite live poetry.

I fought with my teacher tooth and nail to get out of this show, but she wouldn't budge. She did, however, assure me that no matter what the outcome, I would be getting extra credit and would at least just barely pass this term. Which was good. But there was a huge downside to all this—the poem had to be self-written. I am in no way a writer. I may be a fighter, but just because the two words rhymed did not mean I was both.

But, sure enough, a week later, I was standing behind the curtain, awaiting my cue to go on stage. My English teacher, Ms. Longerville, had gotten me excused from homework for all other classes so that I could work on my poem (except for Ms. Briggs, who is a complete skunkbag and could never appreciate anything but bad music, Randy Jackson, and suffering.) I'd screened it past Principal Franklin, my mom, and Ms. Longerville herself. Principal Franklin told me it was "superb" and helped me tweak a few things—mainly my spelling; I'm stubborn so I don't often listen to the spell-check. It's usually wrong a lot of the time anyway.

When I passed my writing to Ms. Longerville afterward, she said that it was amazing and couldn't wait to hear me perform it live. She asked me where I had gotten the inspiration for it, but I decided not to tell her the truth—she never would've believed it.

My mom called my poem "complastular." Apparently, we shared our distaste for correctness and normalcy. But who can blame us? Normal is just boring. Well, anyway, after I confirmed that "complastular" was, in fact, a compliment, I beamed. I asked if she would be able to come to the show and she assured me she would, and that I should just drag her out of the house if she seemed like she was in a foul mood. I asked her if she was sure about that but she instantly nodded in confirmation.

So, once my turn came, I stepped out onto the wooden stage. The crowd was overwhelming, but the lighting really distorted my vision so I couldn't really see who was there. I could, however, make out several distinct faces—I saw Gibby and Shane, Rodney (sneaking in the back door; can't miss that afro anywhere), Shannon, sitting stalkerishly behind Freddie, who had his mother at one side of him, and Carly on the other, who had Spencer on her other side. Principal Franklin stood just off the stage, near the piano to the right of the room. Jonah was also there, seemingly fiddling nervously near the back of the room. And of course, there was my mom all the way up, just in front of Carly and Freddie. She had fallen asleep, but upon my appearance, Carly and Freddie gave her a firm but friendly shove, which effectively woke her up.

Nobody may have remembered my dream journey like I did, but just having all those faces out there made me feel strong, like I could take on anything.

Taking a deep breath, I began reciting my sonnet from memory:

"The journey started off in pure dark night
On the island, shrouded in deep, cold shadows
Bitter friends quarrel with a hurtful bite
A harsh storm sends them off to the shallows

I wander, scared, friendless, lost and alone
'Til two allies appear from out the dark
Accepting their help, I see I have grown
And soon to find my friends, off we embark

A heart buried and troubled we soon see
And the other, separated apart
For the buried light, I fight 'stead of flee
Hidden in my being is the lost heart

I sacrifice myself, glow as the sun
And then I fought for that light, and I won"

Exhaling deeply, a silence passes through the auditorium. And then, suddenly, the whole room erupts in cheer.

I grin brightly as I receive a standing ovation, which was started by Freddie and Carly, who began whistling and chanting.

"Alright, Sam!" Carly shouts, cupping a hand over her mouth to carry the sound of her voice.

"Yeah! Alright!" shouts Freddie.

Bursting from the crowd, Spencer seems to yell louder than the rest in a practiced manner, "That was ridonculous!"

My mom booms something that sounds like, "Gooooooo, Sammeh!"

As I bow, Freddie's voice echoes in my head.

I never knew she could be so poetic…

I smile purely and widely. My hand moved to my heart. Sure we still had a lot to learn from each other—we were both very misunderstood people. But, in time, we would. It wouldn't be an exciting relationship if we didn't have to learn something.

Life may seem a little less exciting without all the fighting and action, but it didn't feel that way to me. Truly, it felt as if my journey was just beginning—my way led on to way—and I couldn't wait to see what adventures lay ahead of us. Only one thing was for certain.

This time, we'd all go together.

With every single one of us in each other's heart.

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AN: And so, we've reached the end of the tale. =) I really, really, really hope you guys enjoyed this. And not just this chapter, but this entire story. I plan on possibly writing an afterward, where I answer some of your questions about the story. So if you have any, please write them along with your review. (Please don't just send me a question in the review—that might be annoying .) If you do not wish to review, but do have a question, please PM me, and I will be sure to include it.

Thank you all, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart for reading this. I truly had a blast writing this and loved hearing from each and every one of you. And I will miss that deeply. So, if you want, stay tuned. I have a few things planned to come up next, including a Seddie one-shot, inspired by the music video for "My Life Would Suck Without You" by Kelly Clarkson.

Truly, thank you all again!

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