Disclaimer:I do not own icarly. I'd put a sarcastic comment here but they're played out at this stage.

AU: So, yeah. I really miss Seddie, I've read must off the stories on her...more than once so I decided I'd give my own a go. I think it's good I guess or else I wouldn't have put it up. I r been working on this since June and didn't want to put it up until it was absolutely perfect! It'll be a multi chapter, I'll try and update once a week...so let's get this thing started, let me know what you think.

He hadn't seen Sam in months. Maybe it had all added up to whole year by this stage, he wasn't sure if he was being honest. It wasn't deliberate. Carly had always been more reliable when it came to keeping in contact; she'd religiously sent an essay length email at least once a week, text every day, and phoned at least once a month, whereas Sam could barely summon up the strength to like the odd status he'd put up on Splashface.

He didn't really take it too offensively. He knew that she was the same with everyone, and if he was being quite honest, often he didn't even like an odd status. Although, he was pretty sure he'd liked every picture she had ever posted.

So it comes as a bit of a shock whenever Samantha Puckett's blurry image flashes up on Freddie's Pear phone obnoxiously, but then again when was Sam not obnoxious?

Freddie rubs the sleep out of his eyes, trying to focus on the time in the right hand corner of the screen. When he realises it's four in the morning panic sets in.

"Hello? Sam? Is everything okay?" he grumbles incoherently as he sets upright in his bed, the cold December air of his bedroom hitting his skin.

"He freaked!" She giggles deviously. "What did I tell you Carls? I totally told you he'd freak!'

He rolls his eyes grumpily, rubbing sleepily at his face.

'Sam,' he growls, them both falling back into the bickering sidekick rolls. "If you just rang me just for shits and giggles, I'm gonna hang up...' he warns her before being interrupted by a high pitched hiccup.

She was drunk. No, she wasn't drunk; she was seriously intoxicated. She'd probably not remember ringing him in the morning.

"Benson, we both know you're not gonna hang up on me.", she deadpanned, before another high pitched hiccup erupted through the phone. Her voice roared through the receiver. "Christ Shay! Do you know how close you were to being knocked down by that truck!?"

The sound of Carly giggling in the background could be heard before her girly lilt followed. "I like dancing in the rain, though."

"Yeah, yeah, I know but...Jesus, Carls, for someone so petite you're a dead weight. Fuck, you're not even trying to support yourself are you?!" exclaimed Sam before another hiccup escaped her causing the pair of them to lapse into another fits of giggles.

'Hello, Sam, do you need me to come and pick you guys up?' he asks in exasperation. Their insistent giggling was getting on his nerves and he had work the morning. Usually he found his two best friends drunk together endearing because they swapped roles; Sam became the responsible one and Carly became the daredevil. But he only liked it when he was just as intoxicated as them. Besides, he didn't like the thought of them out in the streets of Seattle alone at this time of the morning.

He was already pulling on a pair of grey track suit bottoms and stuffing his feet into a pair of converse, rummaging around for his hoodie.

"Sam, you still there?" he questioned, as he entered his kitchen, zipping up his hoodie and grabbing his keys off the counter top where he'd left them that evening.

"Yep, Fredo," Sam replied. "So you comin' for us or what?"

"Where you at?" he asked, already turning the key in the ignition.

"The old burger joint around the corner from your apartment. We could walk there...well, I could. Carly not so much." Sam hiccuped again.

"No, I'm nearly there," he replied, indicating to his left, "I see you now."

He hung up, throwing his phone into the passenger seat. He couldn't help but snicker when Sam jokingly pulled up her dark blue dress just above the middle of her thigh, sticking her leg out as he pulled up along side her and Carly.

'Oh, why kind sir! I do declare!' She proclaimed in a southern drawl as he hopped out of the car. Assuming from the way Carly was sprawled on the ledge of the burger joint's window, she'd need help getting into his car.

"Where are the rest of the...bachelorette's?" He wavered slightly. A good few of them were already married, so what did that make them, then?

"They all dropped like flies. Can't keep up with me and...Carly!' she exclaimed. She began looking around her in panic, stopping when her wide eyes fell on a slumped Carly Shay.
"Can't you see she's drunk? Leaving her alone is so irresponsible dickward!'

Once again Freddie rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets before following Sam over to where the future bride limply sat.

"I love you guys," she murmured as they pulled her off the ledge.

"Love you. too." groaned Sam as she stumbled under the weight of her friend, although Freddie had an inkling the stumbling was more to do with the alcohol in her system and a little less to do with Carly.

"I got her, Sam." Freddie informed, pulling all her weight on his right shoulder, tugging her left arm tighter around his neck and gripping her waist as Sam let go. "Open the back door for me."

"I don't open the back door for anyone!" Sam said indignantly. "It's highly rude and against the law."

''Freddie,' moaned Carly, "you never told me you loved me back."
"Yeah, yeah. I love you, Carls." muttered Freddie. "Sam, just open the door so I can get Carly in the car, yeah?"

Sam tripped her way over to the car, but her co-ordination had clearly gone, and she was finding the car door a little tricky.

"No, you don't." Carly's bottom lip jutted out "Is it cause I'm getting married? You know the plan you'll be my second husband, member?"

"Carly," he laughed, amazed that the memory didn't bring him embarrassment anymore and that he could laugh about it. "I love you. Honest. But we gotta get you home."

"No, it's because I didn't ask you to be bridesmaid, right?" She asked, squinting at him, her nose crinkling. "I'm really sorry, but honestly Freddie, you just wouldn't pull off the royal blue dress the way Sam's hour glass figure does." She pouted.

"I understand, Carls. It's hard, but I understand." he nodded sincerely. "sam, here, move, hold her while I open..." He stopped abruptly as Carly let out a high pitched screech as Sam and her fell in a tangle of limbs.

'Ouch,' Carly groaned into the pavement, while Sam looked up at Freddie sheepishly.

"Oops?" She shrugged helplessly.

Freddie sighed, yanking the door open before bending down and pulling Carly over his shoulder. He helped her in the back seat, placing a seat belt around her before grabbing her face to asses the damage.

"Just a scratch," he smiled, nodding to the mark on Carly's cheek. "It'll be gone for your big day,' he smiled, receiving one back in return, before Carly collapsed across the length of the chair causing him to laugh as he shut the door.

Sam still lay with her back flat against the pavement. He crouched down to her height, chuckling as she let out yet another girly hiccup, just about the only girly thing Samantha Puckett does.

"Hi stranger,' he whispers after their eyes meet. "You need help?" He questions.

"I never need help," Sam informed him with a hiccup, although she was placing both her hands in his out stretched ones as she said this.

"I know, but accept mine. It makes me feel all manly and the like,' . He smiled as he tugged her to her feet.

Under the street light he finally noticed her golden curls had been changed to a copper brown, and stopped just below her shoulders. He couldn't help reaching out to touch them.

"Suits you." he smiled, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

"Don't" Sam pulled away from his touch before jumping into the passenger seat.

Freddie sighed in frustration. Sam was clearly still angry with him, not that that was anything new. He had been slightly annoyed that it was so early when she called a few minutes ago, especially after finding out that she had been drinking. Now he was grateful. He didn't think he'd have gotten through the night if she'd called any sooner.