A/N: I wrote this a while ago, and it's just been sitting in my documents, waiting to be posted. So I'm posting it! Yay! It's probably going to be a short multi-chapter fic. Anyways, don't kill me over the accident scene, because I've never called 911. I don't know, nor do I honestly want to find out, what happens when you call... And I know that the whole Sam-ran-away-thing has been done a lot, but I thought I'd do one too, and throw a daughter and a whole bunch of things you guys don't know about yet into the mix just because I love to complicate things :) Enjoy!
Oh, and the ice cream thing is something that always happens between me and my sis :) She likes chocolate and I adore vanilla, but we split the strawberry cause we both love it :)
Disclaimer: Yeah, fine, I don't own iCarly. Nor do I own "Just Like Heaven", which I sorta took the accident scene from. You'll see why I'm including "Just Like Heaven" in the disclaimer in the next chapter. If you've ever seen it, don't spoil for those who haven't!
"I swear to God, Sadie, you're a bottomless pit," Freddie chuckled as his sixteen year-old daughter cleared her plate. Beaming at her father, Sadie grabbed their carton of Neapolitan ice cream out of the freezer. She served herself a bowl, only chocolate and strawberry because vanilla was disgusting. Freddie smiled as she served him a bowl of vanilla. Sadie always took all the chocolate and strawberry, just like her mother. But that was alright, because Freddie loved vanilla.
"Just like my mother what?" Sadie asked, sliding back into her chair. Freddie frowned, not realizing that he had spoken the words aloud.
"She always stole our chocolate and strawberry ice cream, and she could eat more than a pack of wolves," Freddie replied. "Just like you."
Sadie frowned for a moment."What's wrong?" Freddie asked.
"How come you never talk about Mom?" she replied.
He didn't have an answer for that one. At least, not one Sadie would want to hear. "I still love her," he said defensively.
"I never implied that you didn't," Sadie told him, incredulous. "What would make you think that?"
Freddie sighed. He'd known that this question would come up eventually. "What do you want to know, Sadie?"
"What was her name?"
"Samantha Benson," he answered, the name feeling odd on his tongue. Legally, Sam was still his wife, but when he thought about it, she hadn't been around to be Sam Benson in a long time. "But she'd kill anyone who called her that."
"What about her maiden name?" Sadie asked.
"Puckett," he replied.
"Tell me about her."
"She was the most amazing woman I've ever met," Freddie began. "She wasn't exactly most other guys' idea of a dream woman, but I loved her with all my heart. You look just like her, too."
Sadie's next question was one that he'd never even known himself. "What happened to her?"
Freddie sighed. "I don't know, Sadie."
Sadie threw her father a dirty look. "Yeah, right. Don't lie to me, Dad. You don't just not know what happens to your wife."
"She ran away," he whispered.
Sadie frowned. "How does someone just run away from their husband and daughter?"
"Sam wasn't just any someone," Freddie replied. "But I really don't know, Sadie."
"Well then," Sadie said. "We're going to have to find out, aren't we?"
"It's been fifteen years, Sadie," he told his daughter. "I don't think we're going to find her."
"She's my mom. We're going to find her." And thus a plan was born, in a quaint little house at 4 Main Avenue.
Unbeknownst to Freddie and their daughter, Sam was there in Seattle that night, driving to go visit Carly. She had made Carly ankle-swear not to tell Freddie and Sadie, claiming that it was "for the best", but she had kept in touch with Carly those fifteen years, visiting her every few months. Carly had letters that she had been instructed to give Freddie and Sadie if anything ever happened to Sam. Not that it would. But it did.
The driver was drunk; a truck driver who was going through a tough time after his wife left him because he was never home. He swerved into Sam's lane, across the busy street. There was no way he could've stopped if he'd even realized what he was doing.
The last thing Sam saw before the sickening crunch of bone against metal was a little door with a light and a number: 4 Main Avenue.
(A/N: Originally I was going to stop the chapter here, but it seemed too short, so I'm continuing!)
"Dad?" Sadie said, running into her father's room.
"What? Sadie, are you okay? What's wrong?" Freddie asked, panicking. "Calm down, Sadie, you look like you've seen a ghost. Calm down and explain what's wrong."
"Well," Sadie began. "I was brushing my teeth when this car, a small hybrid or something like that, drove past. And there was this truck coming the other way, and it was swerving all over the road, and it hit the car, head on. It was a really big truck, Dad!"
Freddie sprang out of bed, running out the door with Sadie close on his heels. By the time he got out there, their neighbors were on the sidewalk, freezing as they waited for an ambulance to show up.
"Did anyone see who was inside the car?"
"That was an awful accident!"
"I hope the driver of the car is okay!"
"The truck driver looked drunk; he was swerving all over the road."
These were just some of the things Freddie heard his neighbors saying.
"Has anyone called 911?" He asked. Everyone's eyes widened as they realized that they hadn't. Sighing, Freddie dialed the emergency number on his cell.
"This is the Seattle Emergency Service, my name is Samantha. How may I help you?" a cheery voice answered. Freddie's heart twisted at hearing the name Samantha again.
"I'm calling to report an accident outside my house on 4 Main Avenue. My daughter witnessed a truck collide head-on with a small hybrid. The truck driver is fine, but my daughter believes that he was drunk. No one can see inside the hybrid right now, but there's no response if anyone tries to talk to whoever is in the car," Freddie replied.
"Oh my," Samantha said. "That sounds bad. I'm sending an ambulance over right now, but until then I need you to stay on the phone with me, and we'll see if there's anything you can do in the meantime."
"I'm an ER doctor at Seattle Memorial Hospital," Freddie cut in. "I just don't have the right supplies to reach the driver and remove them safely from the car."
"Well, that's good that you're a doctor, at least. Do you know the identity of the driver?"
"No idea," Freddie responded. "My daughter saw the accident from her window."
"Okay," Samantha said calmly. "I don't know that there's anything you can do at this moment, just see if you can see the driver."
Freddie sidestepped the growing crowd as he neared the small car. "I think it's a woman," he told Samantha. "She looks like she has light brown hair. I don't think she's conscious."
"That's never good… Are the paramedics there yet?" she asked as the ambulance pulled up.
"Just got here," Freddie told her. "I'm going to put you on the phone with a neighbor, to see if I can help at all."
He handed the phone to their elderly neighbor Arianna, hurrying up to the paramedics climbing out of the ambulance with a stretcher. He quickly repeated what he knew to them.
"I'm Fredward Benson, an ER doctor at Seattle Memorial," he told them when they asked. "My daughter is Sarah Benson."
"Alright, Dr. Benson. I think we need to see what's happening with the victim before we take any further steps. Could you tell everyone to go in? It'd be easier to work if we can just be dealing with the victim."
"Sadie won't go in without me. She's worried sick," Freddie said.
"Sadie?" one of them asked.
"Sarah," he explained. "Sadie's a nickname. She's gone by it her whole life."
"Okay, but only because she's your daughter. And she witnessed the accident. We may need her help."
"We got to the victim!" A paramedic called. "Brunette female; looks to be about 40. She's unconscious, bleeding from the mouth and nose, and I'd bet she's broken both legs and right arm. She's still breathing though, barely. We need a stretcher, now!"
Freddie watched anxiously with his daughter as a limp, lifeless-looking body was pulled from the car and put on a stretcher. He hurried up, wondering if he could help at all. And, even covered with blood and with her hair dyed brown, the face was unmistakable. It was Sam.
A/N: So I hurt my wrist pretty badly, and although I'm going to the doctor tomorrow, typing more than this Author's Note hurts my wrist... But anyways, yes I'm an idiot for having three stories going on at once, but this was in my Document Manager thing and I'm going off to camp in 5 days anyways so it'd expire while I'm at camp, so I posted it... I've got the second chapter written out, so I might post it before Sunday, but I like to have the next chapter written before posting the current one... That was my plan for juggling all the stories...
Also, if you haven't heard Demi Lovato's new song "Skyscraper", you should go listen to it :) It's a very inspiring song that is about someone overcoming a tough time, at least in my view. And even if you aren't going through a rough time, it's a truly amazing song that I think is inspiring to anybody... Oh I can't explain it, just go listen :)
And Harry Potter! Tomorrow (or tonight...)! Agjariuefjsk I can't wait! I'm going to the premiere with my friend Elyssa, except I'm not sure who I should dress up as... Lily Luna Potter, Lily Evans, or Ginny? And do you know any Harry Potter Gryffindor girls who ever injured their wrist? :P
But yeah, so please review if you've got a moment, even if it's a flame review! I love any constructive criticism! Sorry about the uber-long author's note... And I guess I'll see you guys in a month! Bye for now :)