So, a couple of notes here. This is a Cam story, as all of mine have been so far. At the start of this story, Carly and Sam are already together. This is going to be a pretty long story already, so I decided to leave how they got that way up to your imagination. If you really must have an answer, go back and read iDate Sam, Not Freddie! This isn't exactly intended as a sequel, but the tone of their relationship is similar, so it should give you some ideas. In addition, because the tone is similar to that story, we're going to pretend that the girls (and Freddie, of course) are a little older than they were in iSpace Out, let's say 17.
As usual, if the Cam pairing offends you, please stop reading now, and thanks for not reviewing. Otherwise, enjoy, and reviews and constructive criticsm are welcome.
Also, I'm a bit of a sci-fi geek, so if you notice some classic sci-fi references in the story, enjoy the easter eggs. If you don't, don't worry, it shouldn't hinder your enjoyment of the story.
"Carly… Carly…" The young brunette woke to the sound of her best friend and tech producer's voice calling her. "Do you hear that? It sounds like an animal eating."
Carly Shay had to admit, she did hear something suspicious, but when your girlfriend was Samantha Puckett, strange noises in the middle of the night were nothing unusual. She suspected she knew the source of the noise. Carly crawled across her bunk and turned on the light. Sure enough, as she anticipated, the little blonde was curled up in the corner, but that didn't look like powdered nuts she was eating. "Sam!" Carly yelled.
"Yeah?" her girlfriend replied.
"What are you eating?" she questioned.
"A brisket."
Leave it to Sam to break the rules even in a space simulator. "You smuggled a brisket in here?" Carly said, shocked.
"And some cream corn," the blonde replied. "And it's a good thing I did because I'm freaking out being trapped in here."
Sam did look a bit flustered, but that was no excuse. This was such a tremendous opportunity for them and for the show. "You're going to get us disqualified," Carly scolded.
Freddie seconded his friend, "You know we're not supposed to have 'earth food' in here." Meanwhile his mouth was watering for some real, unpowdered meat. He lunged off the bunk toward the blonde, "Give me some of that meat, Sam!"
So began a brief battle between the two of them, ending when Freddie inadvertently hit the automatic fire suppression system. Carly seized the moment in order to lecture both of her friends, "What is wrong with you two?"
"It's this cramped little pod," Sam whined.
"We can't take it," Freddie agreed.
"Well, stop! Do you know how amazing it would be for us if iCarly gets to go into space? We'll be legendary! Now both of you just stay calm and go to sleep." With that the other two climbed back into bed and Carly turned off the lights.
A few minutes later, though, the claustrophobia got to the brunette as well. "I CAN'T TAKE IT IN HERE!" Carly screamed. "I feel like I'm in a walnut!"
Despite Freddie's best efforts to calm her, Carly continued to freak out even worse. As she was slamming her body against the door trying to get out, she felt familiar slim hands around her waist and warm breath against her ear. "Calm down, Cupcake," her girlfriend whispered. Carly felt her partner give her a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. Normally, she would have chastised Sam for being romantic in front of Freddie, but right now, it had a calming effect. Sam continued, suggestively, "Tell you what, babe. If you can be good for one more day, just 28 more hours, I'll make it up to you when we get home"
That was enough for Carly. Her breathing returned to normal and the walls didn't seem so closed in anymore. "Deal," she whispered back to Sam. "Let's go back to bed."
Freddie was still staring wide-eyed. He knew his two friends were romantically involved, and he supported them. It was just that they were rarely that affectionate in front of him. All he usually saw of their love life was some hand holding, pet names, and the occasional little kiss in the hallway at school. Interesting images formed in his mind. Freddie was a teenaged boy, after all. He'd thought Carly was beautiful from the moment he saw her through his peephole seven years ago, and while Sam might be the spawn of the devil, there was no denying that the blonde was hot. It would make for some exciting dreams tonight.
Day two in the simulator was far less eventful than day one. Now that they knew which buttons on the control panel to avoid, they were able to film a simulated web show from space. With the show safely stored on Freddie's hard drive (with a backup on the USB key in his pocket), and reconstituted powdered spaghetti filling their stomachs, they settled in for an early night.
At four in the morning, they were awakened by the sound of the door opening. In walked four people: eccentric billionaire Richard Blanton; Dr. Zach Smith, the stone-faced science nerd who was proctoring the experiment; and the ExerciseRocks team, both looking dejected. A.J., the male half of the team, had a black eye, and Grace, his co-host, had an icepack on her hand.
The terminally cheerful billionaire spoke up, "Well, iCarly team, it looks like you made it for 36 hours. Congratulations!"
Sam noticed the condition of their competitors and had to ask, "What happened to those two?"
This time, Dr. Smith spoke, "Space Madness. They got into a fistfight at hour 30. I'm afraid we had to disqualify them."
"He stepped on my foot!" Grace complained.
"I stumbled forward when you hit me in the back of the head with the bed," her teammate defended himself.
"Anyway," Blanton continued, pushing between the fighting web hosts, "since they didn't make it, and your team did, iCarly will be the first web show broadcast from space!"
Freddie pressed the RANDOM DANCING button on the control panel and the three friends began celebrating wildly, along with Mr. Blanton, until Dr. Smith spoke again.
"You just need to get your parents to sign the release forms."