A/N: This Is My First iCarly Fic AND Chapter Fic So Please Be Nice. Characters May Be Slightly OOC And It Will Be A Slash Pairing Eventually So If You Don't Like, Don't Flame My Reviews. Please And Thank You! ^.^

Summary: When Carly, Sam, And Freddie are away for Spring Break, the Shay household gets broken into and Spencer gets hurt.

WARNINGS: Slash, Mild Language…I Think That's All….Rated T Just To Be Safe.

Disclaimer: I Do NOT Own iCarly, The Characters, Or Anything Of The Sort.

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Chapter 1:

"You sure you guys are going to be ok for a whole week by yourselves?" Spencer asked Carly and her friends as he threw the last bag into the trunk of Freddie's car.

"For the hundredth time, yes." Sam said, punching Spencer lightly on the arm.

"Plus half the seniors from our school will be there. It's just spring break" Carly smiled. Spencer nodded.

"Call me if you need anything, ok?" Carly replied, pulling him into a hug. Spencer hugged back and they pulled apart. Freddie honked his horn.

"Everyone set?" He yelled from the driver's side of the car.

"Shotgun!" Sam yelled as she ran past Spencer and Carly to the passenger side of the car and climbed in. Carly rolled her eyes.

"We're taking turns Sam! Bye Spencer!" Carly climbed into the back seat and shut the door. Spencer waved to the disappearing car and walked back inside only after it was completely out of view.

Spencer reached the apartment door and placed his key in the lock. He sighed when he opened the door to find it empty. Not that he excepted anyone to be in there. He shut the door behind him and plopped down on the couch. He had no idea what to do. He wasn't good alone. He always needed someone around in order to feel happy, useful, alive.

"Maybe I should see if Mrs. Benson's home." Spencer said to himself. Wait, what? Why would he think of doing that? Is he that lonely? He shook his head clear of the thought and sat up, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and hit speed dial #1.

"Hello?"

"Socko!" Spencer yelled into his phone in his usual cheerful way.

"Hey man, what's up?" Socko's voice replied.

"Nothing, hey you wanna-"

"I know what's up. You thought you were talking to Regular Socko. Well, this is Answer Machine Socko. So leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you, depending on if I can remember my answer machine code. And if I wanna talk to you. And if- " There was a beep and Spencer hung up. He hated getting Socko's voicemail. He tossed his phone on the couch and walked over to the kitchen. Man, was he going to hate this week.

Spencer woke with a start later that night. He sat up and listened. He could've sworn he heard something break. Just as he was about to drift off back to sleep, there was another crash. He jumped out of bed and reached under it for the bat he kept there. He quietly opened the bedroom door and peaked out. He could see shadows moving in the living room. Sweat began to drip down his face. He got sweaty when he was scared. Spencer swallowed hard and snuck down the short hallway so the living room was in view. He saw a figure going through some draws they kept their movies and games in. Spencer saw another figure going upstairs. Spencer slid his cell phone out of his sweatpants and dialed 911.

"This is 911 what's your emergency?" answered a woman on the other end.

"Hi, my name is Spencer Shay and I live at Bushwell Plaza apartment 8-C. There are two, possibly more, burglars in my apartment." Spencer whispered into the phone.

"Ok, Spencer. We are sending officers over right away. Do the burglars look armed?" the woman asked

"I can't tell-" Spencer's hand was drenched with sweat from being nervous and his phone slipped out of his hand and hit the floor with a loud thunk. He immediately tried to get as close to the wall as possible, in fear of getting found.

"Tony!" a harsh whisper was heard. Spencer shut his eyes tight and tried to hold his breath.

"What?!" Came another whisper.

"Was that you that made that noise?" voice number one asked

"Nah, man. Wasn't me" Tony said, peaking from behind the counter in the kitchen. The man that went upstairs came walking back down.

"I can hear you guys from upstairs! What the hell are you idiots doing?!" Came a third voice.

"Heard a noise." Guy number one said.

"Then go check it out instead of acting like a bunch of babies." Guy number three harshly told guy number one and Tony. Guy number one mumbled something as he began walking towards hidden Spencer. He couldn't risk running back to his room and locking the door. He wouldn't make it. He just had to hope the cops would show up before they found him. He peaked one of his eyes open to see where they guy was.

Guy number one was at the end of the hallway, looking towards Spencer's open bedroom door. "Shit! I should've shut that" Spencer thought to himself as guy number one walked past him and went into Spencer's room. He emerged a few moments later and walked back into the living room. Spencer breathed a sigh of relief as he heard them talking. There was a loud bang against the front door and Spencer held his breath again.

"Police! Open up!" yelled a man on the other side of the door.

"Who squealed?" Yelled guy number three. There was silence then another bang against the door.

"You have until the count of three!" Another officer yelled. The three burglars began to run towards Spencer's hallway to the window leading to the fire escape. Tony and guy number one climbed through the window when guy number three paused.

"One!" An officer yelled through the front door.

"Hold up." Guy number three whispered and turned around. Spencer shut his eyes tight, hoping the 'if I can't see you, you can't see me' logic comes into play. "Who the fuck is this?" He pointed towards Spencer's hiding spot.

"Two!" Guy number three grabbed Spencer by the arm and dragged him over to the other two who were peaking their heads inside the window.

"Three!" The front door was broken open. Spencer could see flashlights surveying the ransacked room.

"Shit! Go, go, go!" yelled guy number three as he stabbed Spencer twice in the stomach and jumped out the window onto the fire escape with the other two. Spencer sunk to the ground as he heard footsteps coming towards him.

"Mike! We have a body on the ground over here!" yelled a voice, now over Spencer. It hurt to breathe. He wished the pain would go away as he felt a hand on him.

"Son, you're going to be ok. Are you Spencer?" The officer asked. The other one was at his side, feeling his pulse. Spencer was in a lot of pain but he barely nodded his head. "Mike, call the EMTs up here stat."

"Already did Dave." Mike said.

"Spencer, is there someone we can call for you? Family, a friend?" Dave asked quietly. Spencer was fading in-and-out of consciousness and could barely make out the faces of the officers.

"So…Socko…." Spencer whispered as he heard wheels against the floor and everything went black.

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A/N: Thanks For Reading This Chapter! It's Gets Better, I Swear! ^.^ Please Review, I Would Love To Hear What You Guys Think Of This So Far! ^.^

~Bibi