Author's note: Again with Genesis? The inspiration for this one was "Domino" by Genesis (Google the lyrics, especially the first verse). I don't normally like songfics, but I've had such writers block lately that it was worth pursuing.

Disclaimer: this is a Cam story. If that pairing offends, quit reading now and keep your comments to yourself. Everyone else, please read, enjoy, and review.

The grey of evening fills the room. Sam doesn't need to look outside to know it's raining. She's sitting on her bed with her laptop, watching old webcasts of iCarly for what seems like the hundred thousandth time. She knew Carly's leaving would be tough, but she never imagined it would be like this. It hadn't even been two days yet, and all she felt were brief periods of contentment, even happiness, as she remembered the fun times she'd spent with her brunette best friend, followed by periods of grief and mourning. She knew Carly wasn't dead, hell, she'd already texted her two times since she'd left, once to let her know the plane arrived safely in New York, and another to tell her that the plane was in Milan. The last one had a statement about how jetlagged Carly was, and that she'd call her when she woke up.

Sam was happy for Carly. This move to Italy was the beginning of a great adventure for her friend. Carly was the smartest person Sam knew, and smart people were supposed to travel the world, experiencing everything they could or some chizz like that. That didn't mean she missed Carly any less. Sure, she had Freddie around to keep her company, but there was still too much unresolved romantic tension between them – mostly on his part – for them to be as truly comfortable around each other as she was with Carly. She also had the restaurant with Gibby to keep her occupied, but that was simply a distraction from thoughts of Carly.

If Sam was truly honest with herself, there was something else too. She'd tried to avoid thinking about it but it was the reason she wasn't getting any sleep. She was so tired herself, as it had kept her up all last night, and most of today, even math class. If she lay down on her bed now, maybe pure exhaustion would take her and she could sleep – not contentedly – but sleep nonetheless. She changed into the boxers and t-shirt she usually wore to bed, and lay down with her eyes tightly shut, praying for sleep to overtake her.

Alas, it wasn't meant to be. Three hours later, and she still hadn't slept, just kept listening to the sound of the rain hitting her window, hoping it would lull her off. Her evil brain betrayed her though. Sometimes that thing was more trouble than it was worth. Like now, when it wouldn't let her forget what happened. Sam lay there thinking about that moment in the elevator. She had given Carly her infamous blue remote, and the two of them held each other for what seemed like an eternity. Sam was really going to miss her best friend. Then it happened. She lifted her head and her blue eyes met Carly's chocolate ones. They stared into each other's eyes and their faces were magnetically drawn toward each other. Sam's heart felt like it would burst out of her chest, but in a good way. This was a feeling she'd never realized before. Just a few more millimeters and their lips would be touching. Another second and…

"Heeeey! Who's holding up the elevator?"

Sam was prone to violence, but she'd never had truly homicidal thoughts before – until that moment. Lewbert would have been a smear on the elevator wall if it hadn't been for Carly's tight grip on her. Sam wondered if the little mutant knew how close he came to death. Not being able – or willing – to escape Carly's grasp, Sam did the only thing she could. She screamed at him with blind homicidal rage, "GET OUT!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. The moment was gone. The elevator was on the bottom floor and Carly's father was looking at them with understanding but impatience. Had Colonel Shay seen what almost happened a minute ago, Sam wondered if he'd have been as understanding? Sam so wanted to talk about what just happened, but this wasn't the place. It wasn't the time, either. Carly was about to leave for God knows how long, and as much as Sam wanted her to stay, she couldn't deny the girl she loved – wait, where the hell did that come from? – the girl she loved time with her father. So she looked into Carly's lovely eyes and quietly said, "Goodbye, Carly!"

The brunette's next words filled Sam's heart with both joy and confusion, "Love you, Sam. I'll text you when I get to Italy!" What did she mean by that? Did she feel the same thing in the elevator that Sam did?

Normally, she'd have talked to her best friend about this, but Carly was gone – and the source of the confusion. Spencer was a big brother/father figure to her, but there was no way she could talk to him about this. "Your sister tried to kiss me in the elevator and I think I'm in love with her." Yeah, that would go over big. She couldn't share this with Freddie, they were still resolving their feelings for each other, and this would only serve to make both situations more complicated. Gibby? The thought of Gibby and romance together in the same sentence made her feel icky. Wendy? She wasn't as close with Wendy as she used to be, but the redhead did give good advice. Unfortunately, she also couldn't keep a secret to save her life, and there were already enough rumors about Sam and Carly going around school. She didn't want to ruin her friend's reputation while she was gone.

Damn, she wished she knew what Carly's meant by "Love you, Sam." Was it just a friend saying goodbye, or was it something more. Something she knew she'd felt just a few moments before. And if it was something more, what could they do about it now? Carly was half a world away, literally. How could Carly leave her like this?

Can't you see what you are doing to me?

Sam's Pearphone rang. She didn't even need to look at the caller-ID to know who it was. She picked it up with trepidation but excitement.

"Hey Carls!"

A/N: I've got two term papers due this week, so I'm not sure when chapter 2 will be up, but I won't post a story I don't intend to finish. Rest assured, you will get a resolution to this, eventually (unless I get hit by a bus, then my ghost will make Hayden Lucas finish it for me or something).