Disclaimer: iCarly does not belong to me.
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''Playing House''
Chapter 1: ''Hello's & Goodbyes.''
When Pam's stay at Las Vegas takes longer then planned, Sam & Freddie end up ''Playing house'' with Sam's new baby sister. When will they realise that they have taken on the roll of Mother & Farther? Rared M for possible mature themes.
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A gift for my girlfriend. I promised her I would finish a fanfiction and not take ages finishing it either. This has not been proof read yet, as my proof reader fell asleep on me. -.- It will be proof read tomorrow morning though.
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Samantha Puckett sat quietly in her living room, She waited restlessly in her soft lounge chair.

Her icy blue eyes stared at the clock, that let out the most annoying ticking sound. ''Tick tock...Tick tock...''

Her blond curls fell on her. Each curl perfectly sat in place on her shoulders. She was never the girl to impress anyone, but maybe tonight was different.

Maybe tonight was an exception.

Her fingers patted a beat on to the brown coffee table near her feet. Like a constant drum, always in rhythm, never skipping a beat.

The rain poured down onto the pavements- bouncing off it at such force. Seattle was always raining- but this time there was a violent storm rising.

All of a sudden her phone bleeped.

''Hey Sammy! Has she arrived yet?'' Her perky best friend texted.

She was away on study in France. Carly at now nineteen, was on a journey of life to be a fashion designer.

She got in to fashion at such a young age, but that was just knowing the latest trends.

At sixteen, her brother Spencer was telling her about all the different types of art. He mentioned fabric and design. When she heard that- it interested her greatly.

Two months ago she was asked to go to France to learn more about the culture.

Due back in two weeks time, she was going to miss being there for the Puckett's new family surprise.

She picked up her iPear and began to text Carly back.

Before she could even text a sentence she heard the roar of the engine outside her house.

Sam's eyes shot up to look at the door.

The sound of footsteps grew and grew until until there was a loud banging at the window.

''I'm not getting any younger here!'' Sam's mother yelled outside the door.

Sam rushed over and opened it.

Sam's mother Pam, came through the door pushing a old pram.

The pram was from when she was Melanie was younger.

Wanting to save a few bucks she refused to buy a new one.

''Nine hours of contractions and I don't get any decent service? You should be waiting on me hand and foot'' Pam said.

Sam rolled her eyes as her mother ran upstairs for something.

Not a peep came from the pram. Sam was so curious, she just had to take a look.

Sam bent down and stared into the darkness of the pram.

Two pools of blue shot out of the darkness. Sam pulled the hood of the pram down for a better view.

Silent as a mouse, the baby stared at Sam.

Sam stared back, there she was. Her new baby sister, and she was beautiful.

A delicate petite frame, with light creamy skin coating her.

Her eyes seemed to be her best feature though, a blue, but not like Sam's. Or at least, Sam thought that. In her eyes the eyes were too amazing to have anything linked back to her.

Her eyes were two pure blue sparkling eyes. She was the prettiest baby Sam had ever seen.

She was dressed up in a baby pink blanket, her mother had obviously not wanted the baby to wear anything but hand-me-downs from Sam & Melanie.

She was also wet. The pram had a little hole in the hood, the storm must have dripped through the hole onto the baby's face.

The baby didn't seem to mind though. It just say there, silently, blinking at her older sister.

''Hello...'' Sam said in the softest voice she had ever used before putting her finger out for her baby sister to grip.

Before she could grip the finger, Pam came down stairs with a packed suitcase.

Sam blinked before she could say the next line. ''Where are you going?''

Pam pulled the case down the last step and wheeled the bag and herself over to Sam.

''Listen kid, we need to talk'' Pam said.

Sam sat quietly next to her sister, watching her mothers next words.

''I met a guy while I went to fill up the gas'' Pam said.

''And?'' Sam asked for the rest of the story.

''He's rich, but his wife just died and he is looking for a female companion to accompany him to vegas for a night'' Pam replied.

''So you're going to Vegas? But you just gave birth! There is no way that baby won't be disturbed by a train, or plane journey to Las Vegas.'' Sam argued back.

''About that...'' Sam's mom trailed off.

Sam didn't like where this conversation was going.

''When I was filling up the gas, He didn't notice her in the back seat'' Pam said as fast as she could.

Sam's eyes widened. ''So you're just going to arrive there with a baby and surprise him?'' sam asked.

''Um, no...Listen Kid, the baby isn't coming'' Pam said straight out.

''Then where is she going to stay mot-her? by herself? Oh here sweetie, milks on the stove, just get it out when its heated up a little, but remember it's hot at first'' she said, mocking her mother.

''Listen Sam, this dude is really rich. And he didn't even care that I was a little ''fat'' and such''

At the word fat Pam got her fingers and made air quotes. Obviously stating that the baby fat she still had, the man thought she was just a little normal fat.

''So you will be looking after her'' Pam continued.

''WHAT?'' Sam shouted out. She didn't know how to look after a baby properly. This was her mothers baby, not hers.

She didn't even think she would be a good mom.

But atleast she would give her children new prams that didn't leak.

''Listen kid, hes rich! You're nineteen. That's old enough to take the baby for just one lousy night. I will be back tomorrow, late evening. You want money don't you? And think of the baby. If we can get a little bit of money from him, she can have some really pretty things'' Pam said all in one.

Sam couldn't argue with that. Even though she just saw the baby a few minutes ago, she knew that she would have a bond with this child for life.

She would really like her to have some nice things and clothes, even though she wouldn't admit that.

''Just go'' Sam said pointing at the door.

''That's it girl! There is a list to help you on the fridge!'' Pam called out before rushing to the door, scared Sam would change her mind.

And just like that, she was gone.

Sam stared at the baby. What kind of mother left their baby on the night she was born? She didn't know. She didn't want to think about it either.

It's times like these when she would go to Carly's, but of course today she couldn't. She sighed at that realisation and plotted her next move.

She picked up her iPear and began texting away.

''Benson. Get here. NOW.''

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If you have any ideas for this fanfiction, they would be really useful!
Also, if you have time to review, it would really help motivate me. Constructive criticism is welcomed!