Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

A/N. Just thought I would combine my favorite book series with one of my favorite shows. Also to the iCarly fans, completely disregard any information in iFence.

Warning: I'm not really known for writing good chapter fics so I'm going to wait and see the response I get for this before I write anymore chapters.

Marissa Annabelle Benson stared at the phone, laying on the table before her, as she continued to struggle with fear she'd always had but hoped to never face.

Fifteen years.

Fifteens years it had been since she even considered calling the number.

The number that was now her only link to the place she had once called home.

Now she could only dread dialing it.

Very few people know that Benson wasn't her real last name and that her life was not what most considered picturesque. She had no memory of her birth father as he had died from a mugging when she was three, but she knew what his death had caused. Her mother went into a deep, spirallig depression, which eventually lead to her suicide when Marissa was only seven. She was the one that found the body hanging limp from a rope tied to the upstairs banister.

The neighbors eventually called the authorites after not seeing anyone leave or enter the house for three days. When the police finally showed up, they found her mother motionlessly, swinging back and forth from her noose and Marissa huddled up by the wall, hugging her legs for dear life. The next few days were spent in a hospital while she was treated for severe deydration and social services tried to figure out what to do with her.

Having no father or living relatives to speak of, she was taken to a nearby orphanage in Seattle.

Though time meant nothing to her, she heard in passing from one of the attendents one day that she'd been there a year. Nothing in the world, medical or otherwise, seemed to get through the endless abyss that surrounded her. She didn't speak to anyone or react when some of the other kids tried to get close. Most, minus a few members of staff, became too frightened of what might happen if they got near her. One of the caretakers put it best saying, thinking Marissa wasn't paying attention, "It's like she's a living corpse." Even the once optimistic child therapist she'd seen once a week since the beginning eventually started to believe it.

Rumor had it that they had just finished with plans to send her off to a psychiatricward when the Benson's showed up.

They were a Quileute indian couple who, though young and wanting more children, felt that adopting was the way they wanted more. They searched through all the kids until they came to her. Marissa never understood what possesed them to even look her way that day with her half-dead looking eyes, messy overall appearance, and skin and bone body. The head caretaker warned them immediately that there wasn't much hope for her and that she was mentally unsound. The Benson's eight-year-old daughter didn't listen or just didn't care. Sarah always was one to make her own opinion of things, even that early in life.

"Sarah..."

God, she could remember everything in her world changed because of Sarah. Her future best friend. Her future sister.

There was just something in her smile that pulled someone towards her like a magnet. Her sun-like radiance made people happy and want to be constantly near her and she was no different it seemed. Her mere presense completely shattered the 'living corpse' shell in an instant.

The caretaker was shocked to say the least. Marissa had not let a single emotion slip her blank face since she'd been there. Yet, here was a random girl that just walked up to her smiled, started talking, and actually got a response out of her.

Sarah's parents and Jennifer, her older sister, were nearly the same way.

So a couple of weeks of legal mumbo jumbo later she was officially 'Marissa Benson' and leaving for her new home on a reservation just outside of Forks, Washington.

After that Marissa's life was like those in fairy tales. She had everything a girl like her could dream of wanting.

The wise and proud father whose warm hugs could chase away even her darkest nightmares, which were quite frequent the first few weeks.

The loving yet stern mother who would wipe away her tears then tell her to go punch out the lights of whoever made her cry.

The beautiful, older sister who could help when she couldn't talk to their parents.

And finally the sister/best friend that she wouldn't have traded for anything in the universe.

But as the saying goes, 'Life's not a fairy tale.'

It was still difficult to force back the tears just thinking of that day.

Flashback

It was the day of Sarah's little boy Jacob's first birthday. It was one of the rare sunny days in Forks and Sarah's son had seemed to inherit her talent. They were both pratically glowing with infectous happiness that even forced Old Quil to show a rare smile.

All of Sarah's friends sat in a circle playing with the kids while Billy and the menfolk, if you could really call them grown-ups, joked around and put together some of Jacob's toys and a tricycle.

It was near dark when the party ended and everyone started leaving.

Sarah had just started walking their parents back to the car when the all too common pouring rain started up again.

Marissa ran Jacob inside to keep him from getting sick, as her sister had asked, and handed him to Billy before going to grab an umbrella. That's when she heard a loud crash that had nothing to do with the weather. The woman ran outside only to see something that should only happen in the darkest night terrors. A truck was slammed into the side of her parents' car with them inside and Sarah lying in the grass a few feet away and looked like she was barely breathing. Visions of her birth mother's limp body flashed through her mind at the sight and her world went dark as she collapsed.

When she woke up she was laying on Sarah's couch and Jennifer standing over her. Her first question was what had happened. It turns out that Joshua Uley had got drunk, drove into the car and ran away before anyone could catch him. Soon after, Billy walked in as he had went to the hospital when the abulance came. His dark face and puffy, red eyes was all the answer they needed.

They were all gone.

Flashback End

She continued to stare at the phone with tears in her eyes that would not be denied when she heard the new but all too familiar loud footsteps of her son. "Bye mom. I'm heading over to Carly's if you need me." Marissa watched as the now rather large Freddie nearly had to duck to get out the door and leave. Her resolve hardened as she remember the oddities that had been going on recently that made her even consider doing this.

Picking up the phone and dialing, she wiped her eyes and waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?" An all to famiiliar gruff voice sounded from the other side.

"Hello, Billy."

There was silence for a bit before she got a stuttering answer. "Ma-Marissa?"

She laughed nervously but couldn't help smiling a bit at his shock and just hearing his voice again. "Yes, Billy, it's me."

"How long has it been? Wait...nevermind that. How are you?"

Marissa couldn't help laughing quietly to herself.

"Still the smooth talker you've always been, I see. As for me, I'm...good."

"That's great!" he got quieter as he continued, "It's good to hear from you, Mari..."

Her resolve nearly crumbled at the use of her old nickname. This was why she was afraid of calling. All the memories and pain came flooding back and made her want nothing more to run home. Looking around her home for any sort of disctraction, the oldest, living Benson landed on a picture of the youngest. Marissa steeled herself, this was for him.

"I'm sorry Billy but this call isn't for catching up...well not entirely. There's something really important I need to tell you."

"What's wrong, Marissa? Did something happen? I knew it! I told you moving to Seattle would-"

"Calm down Billy. Nothing's wrong. There's just...something really important I need to tell you. Do you mind if I...come visit?"

There you have it. Hope at least some people enjoy it.

Also I would like to point out, just as a little tid bit and it might come into play later, that I made an explaination for why Sam's dad abandoned him and his mother when he was younger.