This is my first iCarly fic. It's an adaptation of TrueJackVP408's "iShip Seddie".

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.


Freddie's POV

"I'm a fish stick!" Carly stated, obviously lying for the comic effect.

"And I'm a bee!" Sam continued the effect created by her best friend.

"And this is iCarly!" They said, nearly screamed together, as usual.

"Just a little note for all of you viewers," Carly said, making me a signal, which I understood. I switched to the B cam and placed myself behind my laptop. Then I triggered a switch beside my laptop. "This episode of the webcast is very special." Carly continued to speak. The green screen dropped behind Carly and Sam and, as I stroke a few keys on my laptop, a photo of the surface of the moon was being broadcast to our thousands of viewers. I signaled Carly and Sam, letting them know that the background was set.

"That's right, Carly, this episode is being broadcasted from the MOON!" Sam continued.

I turned to the A cam and pointed it to myself. "Yes, the moon, Earth's natural satellite. That thing that shows up at night sometimes and makes Sam's golden hair sparkle." I immediately switched to the B cam and hid behind my laptop.

Okay, where did that come from? I wouldn't mind if I had told that to Carly, but I did say Sam. It was official, I was a dead man.

Both girls kept looking at me with quizzical looks on their faces, Sam more than Carly. I could swear that I saw a hint of pink on Sam's face, but I couldn't tell for sure. I would have to watch the B cam's video later to make sure.

Carly cleared her throat, prompting Sam to focus on the show.

"Unfortunately, this week we've been busy so we couldn't think of any segments for the show…" Carly stated. Sam pressed a button on her remote, and a 'oh' sound echoed throughout the set. Sam then carried on. "So, we've decided to do the next best thing. We're gonna do some Q&A, we're gonna answer to your comments on our site! Freddork, get our site's comments."

"Sorry, Sam, technology's a bit harder to use on the moon…" I retorted, jokingly. Having done that, I finally opened Pear Climb and typed in the URL of our site. The comments section was found without much hassle, I did design the site, after all.

For some reason, our server, which is installed here on the set, was slower than usual. "That's odd," I commented "the server's a little clogged up."

"What's wrong, Fredwierd?" Sam replied.

I noticed the site was flooding with new comments, about 100 per minute. "The viewers are commenting like crazy! I've only read a few of them so far, but if we are going to reply to them all, we might just break the world record." I informed.

"What do they say?" Carly asked.

"I'll put it on the screen." I said.

Sam looked at the screen and saw a comment directed to her.

"I'll answer this one." She informed. "Spi… how do you read this?"

"I think you need to read the 1's as if they were I's." I informed.

"Okay, I wonder how you know that… Anyway, Sp1derp1g asked 'Sam, I noticed that you say you like fried chicken a lot. Is it some sort of code or hidden message?' It is, now try figuring it out." Sam playfully teased the viewer.

"Guys, I'm gonna refresh the page." I informed.

After I refreshed the page, a new comment by Sp1derp1g was already on the page. Wow, that guy types fast. I thought.

Sam read the comment.

"'It's okay, I know what it means. '"

Sam became worried. I could see it in her eyes.

"Freddie, can you get the e-mail address for that viewer?" She asked me.

"Sure, but is there a problem?" I questioned.

"I hope not." Sam saw scared, I could see that. I knew Carly could see that as well, so I signaled her to end the show earlier.

"Due to some technical difficulties, we are forced to end the show a little earlier than usual. But stay tuned, we will be back soon." She came up with an excuse.

After we ended the show, I gave Sam Sp1derp1g's e-mail address and she ran downstairs, probably wanting to know what he meant by his comment on the site.

"Freddie, come here, will you?" Carly asked me.

"Sure, any problem?" I replied, wondering if anything was wrong.

"What was that about the moon?" Carly really wanted to know that.

"Well, it's Earth's natural satellite, has an effect on the tides, that sort of thing." I said, rather plainly. "You knew, didn't you?"

"I know, but I think Sam didn't…" Carly said, somewhat worried.

"She didn't? That's the kind of thing you learn at school!" I was actually surprised Sam didn't know that stuff about the moon.

Carly looked at me with an inquisitive look on her face. "Are we talking about the same thing here?"

"Come on, Carly, of course I do." I assured her.

"Okay then, what is it we're talking about?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"The moon?" I replied, quite obviously, "I thought it was obvious…"

Apparently that wasn't it. "No," she said, "we did start talking about the moon, but I changed the subject. You didn't notice it, though."

She did? "What are we talking about now?"

"About how you feel about Sam." Carly stated.

I was caught off-guard by that question, but tried not to let it show. I failed at it. Badly.

"Hit a nerve, Freddie?" Carly asked, already knowing the answer.

"W-what do you mean by that?" I retorted.

"You said and I quote 'that thing that shows up at night sometimes and makes Sam's golden hair sparkle.'"

"I kinda did, didn't I?" Carly only nodded.

"But that seems so, I don't know, weird. She is always hitting me, and now you say I like her?"

"Well, yes. Tell you what, describe Sam to me, in every way." She proposed.

I, having nothing to lose, accepted. "Okay, Sam is a blond-haired demon who enjoys making physical and psychological pain. More than half the kids at school are emotionally scarred thanks to her." I did an overall description of her.

"That's not enough, Freddie, you can do better than that." Carly replied.

Okay, this was going to be long. "Sam's blue eyes remind me of the ocean. Even though she hits me more times than I can count, I still like her and gladly consider her one of my best friends." I got to admit, it felt really good to get that chizz of my chest.

Then, the unexpected happened. Carly pulled me into a hug.

"Huh, what was that for?" I asked.

"For telling the truth. For letting me know you like Sam."

"I better go talk to her." I said, heading for the elevator.

"Wait, before you go, can you give me that Spider guy's e-mail?" Carly asked, her eyes sparkling mischievously. She would never let things happen by themselves.


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