A/N I'm sorry this came out later than I expected but the chapter needed some editing and I didn't have much time over the past two weeks, Anyway, this story won the vote by a landslide, so I hope you all enjoy :D Also, you should probably know that I wrote this before I saw iSam's Mom so I imagined her mom nicer, so sorry if she seems OOC.
Things to know for story: P.O.V. point of view; "_" talking; '_'thinking; /_\ texts
Disclaimer: I do not own H2o: Just add water or iCarly.
Chapter 1: You Have A Twin
Terry's P.O.V. (Rikki's dad)
This phone call may just break my heart. I can't believe I am doing this, but I know it is for the best. I just got laid off my main job at the local motorbike repair shop. I still had my second job, a part-time one as a cashier at the corner store, but that isn't enough to support both Rikki and I. We didn't even have enough to just pack up and move to somewhere cheaper like we had almost done a while ago. At this point the best thing I can do, the best thing for Rikki, is to send her to live with her mother and sister. I bet Pam is a famous model in America by now, making tons of money, no doubt Rikki would be better off with her.
'Come on don't be a wimp, it's just a phone call! Yeah, a phone call that will turn my whole world around!' I thought, but with great effort I was able to dial the number I still knew by heart. No turning back now . . .
"Hello?" Came the voice from the other end, a beautiful tone I haven't heard in ages, "Terry? It's been so long I thought we would never talk to each other again."
"Hi Pam, look here's the thing, my racing career never picked up and I just got laid off my job; I think it would be best if Rikki went to live with you," I said taking a deep breath, regretting everything, still, she didn't laugh like I thought she would.
"Well um . . . see, the truth is . . ." Pam began but I couldn't bear to hear a no.
"You were right and I was wrong, I just want what's best for our daughters. So how's Sunday?" I said, I hope she doesn't make this harder than it has to be.
"I guess that's okay, but there's something you should know . . ." Pam said.
"No, it's okay. It'll give us about a week to break the news to the girls. Talk to you later. Bye," I finished hanging up, knowing that the longer I stayed on that phone the closer I would get to changing my mind and giving in to my own selfish feelings, not doing what is best for Rikki, whether she thinks it is or not.
Pam's P.O.V.
Should I call him back? My modeling career has totally not taken off; my last job was at least ten years ago. I had given up on that dream, I had to in order to support myself and Samantha, even now I can barely feed the two of us, good thing she has that nice friend Carly from whom she always gets food.
'No Pam! Be strong, you can handle two teenage girls, they are both your daughters after all. Your ex-husband is in a rut and can't take care of Rikki at the moment, that means you have to step up until he can get a more stable career, that's all,' I encouraged myself, though I knew I really didn't have a stable career myself. Still, how am I supposed to break this to Samantha? How will she take it? Well, I have at least an hour until she comes home. I probably have even longer since she always goes over to Carly's place after school. I guess while I'm waiting I could look at the few pictures I have stored away of Rikki and Samantha together . . .
Sam's P.O.V.
"Okay so let me get this straight, is Melanie really your twin or not?!" Freddie Benson asked me, he is so clueless sometimes. He, Carly, and I were all hanging out at Carly's apartment, like usual.
"No! I don't have a twin! Jeez you're so gullible," I replied smiling, it's really fun messing with him.
"Then who did I kiss?" Freddie asked looking incredulous. I didn't answer, that was not one of my finest moments, but hey, it's not like I hadn't kissed him before that.
"I knew it!" He cried, apparently my silence was answer enough.
"Congratulations! Took you long enough," Carly said, she had been with me on this one. It was so ridiculous, but it did take a lot to convince him. I got him in the end though, he wasn't even positive when I told him Melanie was made up, that was the best part. I mean seriously, me with a twin? Now that would be crazy.
Rikki's P.O.V.
I came home from school to find dad sitting at the kitchen table with a solemn look on his face. He looked like he had been crying.
"What's wrong dad?" I warily asked setting my bags on the couch near the door of our trailer.
"There's nothing wrong," He said, but I wasn't convinced.
"Then what has you all upset?" I asked worriedly taking a seat at the table across from him.
"There is something I need to talk to you about. Do you remember your mother?" He asked looking me straight in the eye. The mention of my mother made me angry though and I couldn't meet his gaze.
"I remember the two of you were always fighting over money. Then one day she just disappeared," I said looking down at the table; I didn't like talking about my mother. I know I was very young when she left, as far as I know she abandoned me and my father and I wanted nothing to do with her either.
"Well you must have a pretty good memory; you were only about three when she left. Do you remember your sister?" He asked.
"Sister?" I asked making it plainly obvious that no, I did not remember having a sister, "Older or younger?"
"Younger," He said smiling and all I could think was how annoying she probably is/was. However then he said, "by barely three minutes."
"What?" I asked truly confused.
"She is your fraternal twin, you must not remember her since you two were so young when your mother and I separated," He said sadly.
"What happened?" I asked, the knowledge of a sister changed my whole view of my unknown mother, with a kid she couldn't have just run off to be with some billionaire or a hooker like I previously thought she had. It didn't change the fact that she still has technically abandoned me, seeing as I have never had contact with her since she left, but it did make me want to know more about her.
"Well your mother and I were both young when we got married, and we each had big dreams. She wanted to be a professional model while I dreamed of being a professional motorbike racer. However, both of our chosen careers were in a rut when you and your sister came along. We knew that one of us would have to buckle down and choose a real, stable career, one that would bring in a steady income and support our family, but the two of us were too stubborn. Neither of us wanted to give up our dreams, we each truly thought that we could become famous millionaires or something. We made it out okay for the next few years, we each got a part-time job, each working at different hours so one of us stayed home with you guys, but money was tight. We began fighting over money around this time; it was basically all we talked about the couple hours we saw each other each day. Then one day she said she had had enough and I couldn't help but agree, and we got divorced; I got custody of you while your mother, Pam, got custody of your sister, Samantha. She took back her maiden name, Puckett. She stayed in Australia for a while, I used to bring you over to her house sometimes so you could play with your sister, but then she got an incredible modeling job offer in the United States of America and moved there. Since then I have never seen her, though I assume she has achieved her dream goal by now. I unfortunately cannot say that I did as well," He finished. This was a lot to take in, but I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't told me earlier.
"Dad, why are you telling me this?" I asked cautiously.
"I have to tell you Rikki, because I got laid off from my job at the motorbike repair shop. It is going to be awhile before I can get another job and I am barely making enough money from my current part-time job to support the two of us. Therefore, though it breaks my heart, I am sending you to the United States to live with your mother and sister," He said breaking the news, looking straight at me, and I felt my whole world crashing around me.
"But dad my whole life is with you, I don't even know my so-called mother and sister!" I cried, it was my turn to break down, "And what about Cleo, Emma, and even Lewis, they are my best friends, and Zane . . . I don't know what I would do without them!"
"Now Rikki they are your family, I'm sure you'll get along with them just fine. You can meet new people, and you could still stay in contact with your friends and even Zane; there are other fish in the sea," he said dismissively, but he had no idea how close to home that hit. There were no other mermaids, and even if there were she could never replace Cleo and Emma, the three of them had shared the experience together. Lewis, there is no way she would ever find another Lewis, no way in the world there was any boy so obsessed with learning everything about mermaids just so he could help his girlfriend and not for personal gain. Then there is Zane, I am 100% positive I will never find a boy who gets me as well as he does.
"Please let me stay, I'll do anything! I'll get a job! I'll sell all my stuff! Hell, I'd even sell my hair!" I pleaded, not totally serious about the last two, I was just desperate, but honestly a job didn't seem too bad, just as long as I wasn't working with Emma, that hadn't turned out very well.
"That's really sweet Rikki, but I couldn't do that to you. Besides it has all been arranged, you are leaving Saturday. End of discussion," He finished getting up to leave to his bedroom. I wanted to scream I wanted to cry, but seeing the look on his face told me that he was just as hurt as I was and I shouldn't make it worse. So instead I just went to my small room, laid down on my bed, but I couldn't sleep at first. All I could do was think of all the things and people I was going to lose. Sure we could still contact each other, and I could probably visit once in a while, but it wouldn't be the same. How was I supposed to keep the mermaid secret without them there to help? What was I supposed to do on full moons? How can I ever get close to anyone when I have to lie to them?
It wasn't until much more pleasant thoughts that I was able to go to sleep. I began to think that it might be nice to see the twin I never knew, we may have a lot in common (obviously not everything – I doubt she is a mermaid, but still). And meeting the mother I hardly remember might not be so bad either. Plus, maybe once dad gets a new job, possibly one with an even higher pay than his old one at the bike repair shop, he'll let me come back. It was only to the hopeful tune of these thoughts that I found myself drifting into a deep sleep.
Sam's P.O.V.
After spending an hour or so at Carly's apartment after school she kicked me out. Well, I guess you can't technically call it kicking out, more like suggesting we do homework. She apparently has to write some stupid paper, on a mythological creature of her choosing, due tomorrow. It sounds so stupid, I'm glad I'm in a different class. Of course I have other homework too, but I'll just wing it tomorrow like always.
I decided to head home because, really, where else was I going to go? When I got there I just opened the back door with my keys and slipped in. My mom works odd hours; I never know when she will be home. When she is home, she is usually either trying to cook (she really isn't that good), doing laundry, or sitting in front of the TV in the living room watching whatever reality show happened to be on at the time. So I was surprised to find her in the front room looking at old photos in an album I had never seen before. She didn't even look up when I came in.
"What's this?" I said, smoothly taking it from her hands to see what intrigued her so much.
"Just some old photos," she said quickly but I didn't really pay attention, I was too focused on figuring out who the hell that other little blonde girl in the photo was. I knew one was me, I had seen photos of me as a baby and toddler before, but I had never seen this other girl, and it looked like we were close.
"Who's that?" I asked bewildered.
"I was going to tell you, I wasn't sure if you remember or not," she said stalling, "that's your twin sister."
"My what?" I asked shocked, how could I have a twin sister and never her of her before?
"Your fraternal twin sister," mom said exasperated, "she lived with your father in Australia, but now she is coming to live with us."
"How come you never told me about her before?" I asked.
"It never came up . . ." she said, it was a lame excuse and she knew it.
"That's it? So you would've just let me go my whole life not knowing anything about my actual father or even my TWIN sister?" I asked practically shouting, I know it was kind of harsh but I couldn't help myself. I hated being lied to, she let me believe that my father just abandoned us when I was a baby.
"I'm sure I would've told you eventually . . . when the time was right," she tried to excuse herself, but knew I wasn't going to buy it, "anyway you know now, and she is going to come to live with us Sunday."
"That's less than a week, when were you planning on telling me?" I asked and when she didn't answer I continued "what is her name anyway?"
"Her name is Rikki," she answered.
"Isn't Ricky a boy name?" I asked confused,
"No, its R-I-K-K-I, it's a very nice name actually, you're father came up with it," she finished sort of reminiscing.
"So I'm guessing you came up with the name Samantha?" I asked, I didn't really like my name, Sam suited me much more.
"Yeah, it is a very nice name too," she said with a smirk.
"Why is she coming now anyway?" I asked putting the photo album back on the table.
"Your father just lost his job so he thought it would be best for her to come live with us, at least until he gets back on his feet," she explained.
"So daddy can't pay for his little girl's make-up and designer clothing. I bet she's been spoiled and is really snotty and bitchy. Now we'll be expected to go out of our way to treat her like a princess," I said huffily, at least that is the image that came to mind when I thought of her. I really had no idea how she lived, but if she hadn't come to visit ever before there had to be some reason. Maybe she thought she was too good for us. Or she never even knew about us, but who would move to live with the family she never knew just because her dad was having money troubles?
"She is your twin, I bet she's more like you than you think," she said looking at me knowingly.
"Doubt it," I said going to my room, I can't believe my luck. Me having a twin, it seems impossible. What are the chances? How am I supposed to explain this one to the guys?
A/N So hope you enjoyed and please review! :D