Let me just say this: Seddie? Best thing ever. Sam and Freddie are meant to be together, and if they don't last I will be one very unhappy shipper. And secondly: we've all seen the new promos for the newest season, right? I for one am glad that we're FINALLY not going to have to wait three months inbetween episodes now. A new iCarly every Saturday? Yes, please. :)

The last time I checked, I was a female. So I unfortunately do not own iCarly. But one day...one day I shall own Nathan Kress. And when that day comes...mwahahah.

Here we go! Chapter One! :)

"Bye, Mom!" Sam knew her mother wouldn't actually hear her, as Pam Puckett was too busy chatting up some guy over the phone and wearing her newest bikini, trying to "break it in" before summer officially started in a few weeks. But she shouted the goodbye anyway, just in case, and made her way over to Carly's.

Lewbert was scrubbing up a mysterious brown liquid with dirty mop water, and thankfully didn't notice Sam entering the lobby and making her way up the stairs. She turned on to Carly's hallway the same time that Freddie was leaving his apartment.

She didn't see him, she was jamming out to a Hot Chelle Rae song on her Pearpod.

He didn't see her, he was too busy trying to untangle some tech-y type cords for the iCarly show that night.

Sam looked up one second too late.

Before either of them realized what was happening, they had fallen to the floor with a heavy thud, Freddie's spine making a painful-sounding crack against the wooden floor.

Ooh, this nub is going to get it. Didn't Crazy raise him to know to watch out where he was going? If he hadn't have been messing around with his nubbish tech cords, he would have seen me, and I wouldn't be here...on the floor with him...pressed against his surprisingly hard chest...when did the nub get buff? This was Fredweird, he wasn't allowed to get buff. He was only allowed to do his tech assistant stuff and trail after Carly like a lovesick puppy, only...Sam couldn't remember the last time the nub had actually stared or trailed after Carly like a lovesick puppy, or waited inside his apartment looking out the peephole for Carly.

Lost in her thoughts, Sam wasn't thinking about the slightly compromising position her and Freddie must have been in. He was pressed flat against the floor, and Sam was directly on top of him. In the past few years, Freddie had really grown: not just filled out muscle-wise, but he was now several inches taller than Sam. This didn't make much of a difference when he irritated Sam by being a nub and she whaled on him. But times like this, wher ethey surprised each other and her guard was let down, these were the moments when she realized that maybe he wasn't a complete nub. He certainly didn't look like a nub anymore...

But Sam could still do without all the freaking stripes that Frednub wore.

"Uh, Sam? Sam? Saaaaaaaaam? SAM!" Freddie snapped his fingers in front of her face.

"What, dork?"

"Would you, um...mind getting off me? Please? This is kind of an awkward position to be in..."

And suddenly Sam realized that he was right. She was straddling him, their no-no squares touching in ways that the no-no squares of her and the dork should never be touching.

She immediately rolled off of him and got to her feet, grabbing her Pearpod that had slid down the hallway when they had collided. Sam started to walk away, stopped, and then went back. Next to where her Pearpod had fallen was Freddie's stupid tech cords, and he was still laying on the hallway floor, a slightly shell-shocked look on his face.

Sam bent down, grabbed the cords, and walked back over to where the dork was laying.

"Give me your hand, you nub. If Crazy comes out and sees you laying on the floor, you're going to wind up wearing more than anti-bacterial underpants."

"Hey! For your information, I don't have to wear those anymore. I haven't had to since I moved out,it was one of the conditions of me moving back in." Freddie grabbed Sam's hand and let her pull him to his feet. He knew he could have gotten up on his own, but for some odd reason he found himself wanting Sam to help him up. He wanted that physical contact with her.

Get it together, Benson. This is Sam you're thinking about. If she EVER knew that you had even been thinking about her in any way, you'd be beaten to a pulp.

The honest truth was, somewhere down the line his focus had changed. All he knew is that i seemed like one day he went to sleep dreaming of Carly's brown hair and eyes, and the next thing he knew...his dreams were plagued by long, golden curls and blue eyes that rivaled the sky at it's prettiest. Listen to yourself. You sound like a complete sap. Just go in there and do what you have to do for iCarly. Sam will never want to be with you.

They looked at each other awkwardly, hands still intertwined.

"Uh...nub? I'd like my hand back, please."

Freddie let go of Sam's hand, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. She handed him his AV cords back.

"Thanks."

"No problem, Freddison."

She opened the Shays' apartment door and walked in like she owned the place, Freddie at her heels.

"Hey guys! You've got to check out this INSANE video a viewer sent us. He's doing this crazy popping thing with his shoulders, it's totally gross." Carly greeting them both. Spencer walked in at that moment and started to set up his materials in the corner of the living room, beginning to work on a sculpture that for some reason involved an old toilet and brown spray all nonverbally decided that it was better all around for them to just not ask.

Sam wandered over to the fridge, inspecting it's refrigerated contents for goodies.

"Yuck. You guys have nothing here to eat, I'm going to Groovy Smoothie. You guys want anything?"

"Strawberry Splat, and a Blueberry Blitz for Spencer." Carly said.

"Oh, look at you, the little sister that can read minds!" Spencer walked over and ruffled her hair.

"What about you, Frednub?"

"Sure, I'd like a-"

"Oops! Don't care. Be back!" Sam punched Freddie in the shoulder and was gone, Freddie staring after her with the oddest mix of longing and annoyance on his face, a small smile playing across his lips. He rubbed the area on his shoulder where Sam had hit him, noting that her punches seemed to be getting less painful over the years. He didn't know whether that should be contributed to her easing up on him or the many hours each week he spent at the gym.

"I'm going up to the studio to hook up a few things before tonight's show. Let me know when the demon gets back, I need to test the new green screen effects with the both of you for the German candelabra hunter bit." Freddie grabbed his cords and other miscellaneous tech stuff from the coffee table in the living room and took the stairs to the studio two at a time.

"Kay. Have fun doing whatever is it technical producers named Freddie do!" Carly said. With both Freddie and Sam gone, she was able to replay their last encounter in her head, looking for moments when Sam and Freddie had seemed less like friends and more like they both had crushes on each other that they were too afraid to admit to themselves, much less to each other. These little moments had been happeneing with increasing frequency, and hadn't escaped Carly's attention. Sam and Freddie may not want to admit that they had feelings for each other yet, but Carly had a plan.

And everyone knew that Carly Shay got what she wanted in the end.

Dun dun dun! There it was, my first chapter! Did you like it? Did you hate it? I know it was a little OOC, but it will get better with oncoming chapters, I just needed to set the pretense for the oncoming story.

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You know you want to... :)

-Amy