Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. Sad, I know.
Author's Note: Thanks so much for sticking with me through this story. I'm pretty sure that this is going to be last chapter, so I hope you guys like it. I'm trying to just finish it out and I think this chapter does that pretty well. Thanks for reading!
"Okay guys! It's almost time for an end to another episode of iCarly." Sam pressed the boo button on her remote and smiled up at Carly. "I know, I know, Sam," Carly went on. "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
"But! Before we go, we have a special one-time only segment starring our friend," Sam pressed the cheer button and extended her hand towards their guest, "Gibby!" Carly and Sam clapped while Gibby walked over to join them. He had been sitting behind Freddie's tech cart, waiting for his turn to be in front of the camera. Sam jogged to the side of the room and pulled a stool to the center of the room.
"Please, have a seat," Carly said and patted the red leather top of the stool. Gibby sat and grinned at the camera.
"Okay," Carly said after Gibby had sat. "Now I'm sure you all remember the dark times." Sam pressed a button and dramatic music rang across the studio. "Three weeks ago something terrible and horrendous happened on iCarly."
"Yeah, some poor boy had to kiss Sam," Freddie called from behind the camera. Sam glared at him. He only chuckled.
"And some pitiful girl had to cuddle with Fredward," Sam shot back. Carly shook her head at the two of them.
"Anyway, it looked like iCarly might be done forever. But then, a hero appeared on the horizon." Carly stepped back and slapped a hand on Gibby's shoulder. "Gibby, or should I say ShirtlessAndWorksIt, stepped in and managed to use a certain video and a certain picture to make things all better here at iCarly." Carly laughed. Sam crossed her arms across her chest, she still wasn't completely keen on the idea that there were people across the Internet discussing her love life. "Gibby risked a lot in helping us out, and we wanted to make it up to him. So! We promised him that we would unite him with a certain someone he was dying to meet." Sam pressed a button and romantic music played for a moment.
"Gibby," Sam turned to him, "are you ready to meet your mystery girl?"
Gibby kneaded his hands together nervously. He had been thinking about this day for as long as he had been a part of the iCarly fandom. WebbiestWarrior was one of the sweetest girls he had ever met, and she hadn't even quit talking to him when he posted the Creddie picture. That had been the day that he realized that she didn't just like him because of his Seddie connection, but she liked him because of who he was. She knew about his tendency to take off his shirt and also his obsession with Harold Putter, the wizarding boy who attended a secret school of magic, and yet she still kept talking to him. He had a feeling that this girl would be different than Shannon, the brunette who had tossed away his affection like it was nothing. Finally, he looked up at Sam. "Let's do this!" He pumped his fist in the air and rose from the chair. His fingers flew deftly to the buttons on his shirt and he began to pull each circle out of his hole.
"Hey, hey, hey," Carly waved her hands at Gibby, "now don't go taking off your shirt too soon."
Gibby frowned at her and sat back down. "Fine."
Sam produced a blind fold and wrapped it around Gibby's eyes. "Can you see, Nub?" Gibby shook his head and gave a thumbs up in her general direction.
"All right!" Carly turned back to the camera. " I now present, WebbiestWarrior!"
Sam and Carly scurried away from the chair that Gibby was sitting on just as a short girl with light brown hair walked out from behind the stage. She was at most 5'1" and looked to be about fourteen years old. Her hair was mousy brown and had several braids scattered sporadically across her head. She walked cautiously down the few steps to the main filming area and waved shyly at the camera. She smiled wide and silver braces glinted against her teeth. She had a pointed nose and almond shaped brown eyes. She wasn't beautiful, but there was something special about her. She had a distinct air about her that made everyone in the room immediately comfortable. She bit her lip and looked to Carly, who was standing off camera next to Freddie. She mouthed 'what do I do?' but Carly just shrugged. Finally, she stepped over to Gibby and placed her pale hand over his. Gibby nearly jumped off of the chair out of shock. She shot another glance back at the camera and then used her other hand to pull the blindfold off of Gibby's eyes. He stared at her, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.
"Hi Gibby," she finally muttered out. Her voice was like warm honey. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear nervously. "I'm Bonnie." Gibby grinned, dumbstruck at her.
Behind the camera Sam was rolling her eyes so hard Freddie was afraid they were going to get stuck in the back of her head. "Hey," he whispered to her, "leave them alone."
Sam stuck her tongue out at him and punched him softly in the shoulder. "It's gross." Freddie grinned at her and Sam bit her lip.
In front of the camera Bonnie and Gibby were lacing their fingers together, talking quickly and softly to each other. Carly jumped in front of them.
"Okay! I think that's all for this episode of iCarly. Tune in next week and we promise there will be no more of this mushy love stuff."
Sam peeked her head in front of the camera. "Honestly I don't think I can take too much more of this." Carly laughed and the two friends waved goodbye.
Freddie strolled to his cart and stopped the broadcast. "Great show guys." He gave Carly and Sam a high five. "It feels good to be back in the iCarly swing of things."
Carly smiled, "You're right. Things just aren't the same without doing the show."
Behind the trio Gibby and Bonnie giggled. The three looked back at them.
Sam groaned, "Get a room."
Bonnie blushed a bright red and Gibby shook his head. "We're gonna go to the Groovy Smoothie." The couple stood up and waved goodbye to Sam, Freddie, and Carly. Gibby smiled at them, "Thanks so much for doing this you guys." The three waved him past muttering how it was 'no big deal'.
Carly turned back to face her two best friends. "We did a good thing guys. You can tell they really like each other."
Sam rolled her eyes again, and walked over to one of the beanbag chairs."I guess so. It's just so weird to see mushy love stuff on iCarly." She flopped down on the yellow bag.
Carly smiled and shook her head at Sam. "Whatever you say." She looked down at her watch. "Hey guys, Spencer wanted me to help him decide which of his sculptures to use in his exhibit, so I'm going to have to go."
"You mean Furry and Feisty: Squirrels In Our Time?" Carly nodded. "I didn't know he finally got someone to buy that idea."
Carly shrugged at Freddie, "Yep, some gallery on the east side decided they had to have it. Anyway, I'll be back up in a little while if you guys want to stay here." She strolled to the door and walked out, closing it carefully behind her.
Freddie shuffled some stuff around on his tech cart as he peeked at Sam out of the corner of his eye. It had been two weeks and three days since their third kiss on the rooftop of Bushwell Plaza. He and Sam had gone back to their usual routine of picking on each other and playing pranks, but still, things weren't quite what they used to be.
For instance last week after school when Sam had gotten out of detention and he had just finished with his junior bow and arrow club meeting, he and Sam had found themselves alone in a deserted hallway. She was leaning against his locker, almost as if she had been waiting for him. They had talked like normal for a few minutes but then something happened. It was one of those things that told him that things weren't what they used to be.
"So, can I come over?" Sam asked. Her eyes were glued to the ground almost as if she were embarrassed of her request.
Freddie raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Well sure Sam, but Carly's not supposed to get out of Student Senate until six. They're having their annual pizza party tonight."
Sam looked up at him, "I know that dorkwad. That's why I asked you if I could come over. I don't want to go to Carly's."
It was as if a lock clicked open in Freddie's head. She wanted to come over, as in come over to his house. He swallowed hard and tried to remember what his room looked like. He was pretty sure that he had returned the Sam doll back to his shelf, something that he taken to holding on to when he thought about Sam, as if it would give him better insight, but he wasn't sure. "I don't think my mom is going to be there." He finally sputtered.
Sam grinned, "That's okay. I promise not to make you bleed while Mommy's away." Then she began to walk away from him. He stood rooted in his place. She turned back around. "Come on, Fredd-o." She strolled back to him and slipped her hand into his and began tugging him forward.
He felt his skin instantly heat up where there palms touched and suddenly he lost all will to stay standing where he was. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to return to Bushwell with Sam. He brain raced with thoughts, the most prominent being his hope that perhaps that his stats would increase and he would add a four kiss to his list. He grinned toothily, maybe Bushwell was a lucky place after all.
When the pair boarded the bus Sam dropped his hand and the grin that he had worn during their entire journey had slipped off. Sam sat down in one of the bus seats and looked up at Freddie, her eyes glinting with a challenge. He was sure that she expected him not to sit next to her, expected him to be too afraid. He narrowed his eyes and nodded resolutely. Then, he slid into the seat next to Sam. He could practically feel the smile slide off of Sam's face and he grinned triumphantly. Then he slipped his hand into hers. He figured it she could take the initiative then so could he.
For the first couple of minutes he was worried that Sam would rip his hand off or find some other way to punish him for holding her hand, but, must to his surprise, she did not. In fact, after a few minutes she leaned into him and placed her head on his shoulder. His stomach turned over in excitement and he leaned into her as well.
Freddie frowned as he remembered what had happened after they arrived at his house. For one, Sam had crawled over him to get off the bus first and had raced across the lobby and into the elevator. He tried to get in the compartment with her, but she was holding the door close button.
She had stuck out her tongue and said, "Payback sucks." He had to wait five minutes for the elevator to finally come back down, and when it did he saw that someone had removed the door close button from its place. When he reached his apartment he saw that the lock had been picked. He went in to find Sam sitting in front of the T.V. with a bag of potato chips in her hand.
"Hey!" He had yelled, "Where did you get those chips? My mom doesn't allow us to eat trans fats."
Sam had stifled a laugh, "Come on, Fredward. You think I don't know where your secret stash it?" Freddie then steamed silently and had sat down on the couch next to Sam. "Well you could at least share."
Sam had shaken her head, "Don't count on it."
They spent most of the afternoon like that. Sam eating Freddie's secret food and hogging the remote and Freddie letting her, because, well let's face it, he didn't have much of a choice. He hadn't gotten another kiss, and he was beginning to suspect that Sam had some kind of split personality or something. It didn't make sense that she could go from holding his hand to punching him in the hand every time he reached for one of his potato chips.
That was one of the reasons why he felt so nervous now with just him and Sam in the studio. He didn't know what to expect out of her, and that scared him a little bit.
"Why are you staring at me, Fredweird?" Freddie had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize Sam had caught him staring at her.
"Oh—uh—sorry." The plan he had been forming about how to handle Sam had flown out of his head.
She stood up and walked over to him slowly. His eyes widened with each step that she took toward him. He didn't know whether to expect a kick or a hug from her, and he couldn't prepare himself for both at the same time. Instead of standing next to him on his side of the tech cart, Sam propped her elbows up on the other side and leaned her head onto her hands. Freddie stared at her.
"Freddie, what are you doing?" Her blue eyes were locked on his, and he couldn't break his gaze away.
Sam looked at him incredulously. "I know what you're doing." She pushed his laptop closed and he yanked his fingers away just in time to not have them crushed. "You're planning to play a prank on me. Aren't you? Oh, Freddie Benson." She rounded the cart and went to stand next to him. She pushed her face close to his and poked him in the chest. "You can't pull the old blindside on me."
Freddie raised an eyebrow. "You think I can't blindside you? Do you even know what blindside means?'
Sam scoffed, "I think I've seen enough episodes of Outlast to know what a blindside is. Last season pretty much every tribal council was a blindside."
Freddie rolled his eyes and grinned at her. "I've got a blindside for you."
Sam scrunched her eyebrows together and opened her mouth as if to question him, but before she could get her words out Freddie crashed his lips in to hers.
Sam reacted immediately. "What do you think you're doing?!" She screamed after she had pulled back from him.
Freddie turned a bright red all the way to the tips of his ears. "Hey! So you're allowed to kiss me on the roof but when I try to kiss you you scream at me?!"
Sam sighed heavily and stomped back over to the bean bag she had been sitting on. Freddie covered his hands with his eyes, chastising himself for being so, so stupid. He peeked out from behind his hand to see how Sam was planning to extract her revenge. Instead he saw that Sam was on her knees and was searching the area under the car. He raised an eyebrow.
"What are you--?" Sam cut him off, raising a hand to tell him to stop. Then she turned back around and grinned at him. Pulling herself upright, she sauntered back over to him. He stared at her, his mouth agape. Her smile widened even further and this time she pressed her lips to his.
He responded immediately, glad to feel her lips on his again. His hands snaked around her waist and she placed one hand flat against his chest, clutching at his shirt with her fingers. He nibbled on her bottom lip softly and felt her sigh against his mouth. Her other hand settled on the back of his neck, and she pressed his lips even harder onto hers. He stumbled into her, begging to feel her against him. The pair took a few unsteady steps away from the tech cart and ended up crashing to the floor. Their lips broke contact momentarily as Sam tumbled on top of him, but Freddie hungrily pressed his mouth to hers again. His hands clutched her desperately, begging her not to pull away from him. This feeling that he got when they kissed, it was like oxygen to him now. After several more moments of feverish kissing, Sam finally broke the contact. Freddie groaned aloud but Sam only laughed at him. She rolled off of him and flopped down next to him on the floor with a soft thud. Sam's breath came in ragged spurts and Freddie could feel that his lips were swollen.
Freddie shook his head, still curious about what had occurred early. "What was with that whole look-under-the-car thing?"
Sam smiled and rolled on her side to face him. "I had to make sure there weren't any paparazzi here."
Freddie shook his head and kissed her forehead. "You're crazy."
Sam smiled and sat up, running a hand over her hair. "And hungry too." She then stood and straightened her clothes.
"Come on, Frederina. Mamma wants some Fat Cakes." She then turned and walked out of the door to the studio, leaving Freddie lying on the floor.
He propped himself on his elbow and stared at the glass in the door that she just exited. "How can you think of Fat Cakes at a time like this?" He sighed heavily and finally sat up. Sam Puckett, perhaps he was doomed to never understand her. Plus there was that little fact of defining what exactly this all meant. She couldn't just go around kiss him and running off to find Fat Cakes. That wasn't the way that normal relationships worked. But then again, when had their relationship ever been normal?
He stood up and straightened his clothes and turned back towards to the door to follow Sam. He grinned. He'd probably be doing a lot of that in the future. His cheeks turned pink at the thought, at least he hoped he would. There was something about him that didn't mind a challenge, and if there was anything that Sam Puckett was, it was a challenge.
Author's Note: All right! It's over! I hope you were satisfied with this ending. I didn't think it would be fitting to have Sam and Freddie all in love and boyfriend/girlfriend just because that's not them! At least not at this point in time. I still really care about what you guys think about this last chapter, so even though I'm not going to post anymore chapters on this story, please review. Also, I will be starting a new Seddie story in the next couple of days. I'll probably post a poll (if I can figure it out) on my profile or wherever, so feel free to vote in it and let me know what kind of fic you would like next. Thanks so much for everything!