A/N: From an idea by Invader Johnny. iCarly isn't what I'm known for but I'm taking another crack at it.

Hey, it's me. Don't fret - I'm working on the next Lady Victory chapter.

Just needed a little break from the comic book stuff. I ought to have the next installment for this one in a couple weeks - hopefully.

I know I've said before I don't have time for requests anymore but I promised this one a long time ago and a promise is a promise.

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Sam Puckett walked out of Westside, which the students have come to call West Seattle High School. The final bell tone rang and luckily there wasn't any after school activities that needed her attention. Carly had been blowing up her phone with texts and a voicemail. Sam knew she had gone to see the doctor this afternoon and now Carly was asking for her to come over as soon as possible. Carly knew that Sam had her obligations at Westside with her art teacher job and since she was relatively new, couldn't just call out or leave early. But she knew also that otherwise, Sam would make a B line for her apartment. They have been the best of friends for over 25 years and if it wasn't Carly's support, Sam would never had envisioned herself as a college graduate with a teaching degree.

There was a brief period of being a celebrity when Sam first became one of the faculty. It came back to some of the parents of kids in her class that Sam Puckett from iCarly was their teacher. Apparently, fans of that web series she co-starred when she was a teenager grew up and had kids of their own. That made the more recent back to school night interesting. In her mid-thirties, Sam was occasionally embarrassed by some of the bizarre things they did online for laughs. In fact, she was worried it would affect her getting hired when she finished college. Fortunately, that turned out not to be the case.

She pulled in front of Carly's apartment building and checked her pocket to make sure she had her phone. Turning it on, Sam smirked. Carly was always on the first page of her recent calls.

"Hey Carls" she said. "Can you buzz me in?"

"Oh...ok" Carly replied.

In a moment, the door buzzed and Sam let herself in. Carly's tone of voice rubbed her the wrong way. She sounded really mousy and like she had been crying. That means something must have happened at the doctor.

Sam had a bad habit of forgetting her key to Carly's place so she often had to be let in. She turned the knob and thankfully the door was unlocked.

The brunette was curled up on her sofa, clutching a pillow. She had been crying. The blonde quickly got to her side.

"Carly, what's up? Wh-what happened?"

Reluctantly, Carly put down the pillow. Her eyes were red and wet; she must have been here sobbing for a while. Sam was kicking herself for not being here sooner but she was stuck. Carly would never in a million years make her feel guilty for doing what she had to do. That didn't mean Sam had to be as forgiving.

"Carly?"

"Um," she sniffed. "So I went to the OB/GYN...Dr. Klein..."

Sam nodded, "Yeah?"

For the last two years, Carly had been trying to have a baby. She wasn't a virgin but nothing manifested in past relationships anyway because she always was on the pill and the guy used a condom. Carly never gave an inch on that. But sometime after turning 30 and her higher education behind her; Carly was sullen that she hadn't started a family yet while others in her class was doing just that. Even Freddie Benson had entered into a very serious relationship with a girl he met at college.

Carly had exhausted different avenues to have a child naturally. She had been to the donor clinic more than once but she got nowhere with that. Her cycles had always been irregular so she just chalked it up to missing her ovulation mark. There are people who have more trouble than others conceiving a child. She knew that but lately Carly couldn't stand it anymore and made an appointment to see her doctor.

"What did she find?" Sam asked.

"Turns out I have a condition..." Carly squeezed more tears out of her eyes. "I...I can't remember what she called it...but basically there is a problem with my fallopian tubes. If an egg gets fertilized, it can't reach my womb. I...c-c-can't carry a baby."

Sam felt a lump in her throat.

"I'm so sorry, Carly" she said taking her friend's hand.

"It's just not fair," the brunette shook her head. "I tried not to get pregnant until I knew I was ready and now here I am and..." she started crying into her pillow again. "It's not fair!" her voice muffled.

"Maybe," Sam sighed. "Maybe you can try...adoption?"

Carly shook her head, "Been there, done that."

"What?"

"For a little bit, I was worried about there being a problem with me. So I looked elsewhere. After talking to the adoption agency, they had to refuse me."

Sam stood up, genuinely upset. "Why?"

"They said me not being married was essentially a red flag."

"That's bullshit!" Sam folded her arms. "You're the most compassionate, responsible person I know. Got all of these kids who need a home and they won't get somebody nearly as good as you for a mom!" She pointed at herself. "Believe me, I've seen enough bad mothering to recognize a great one."

Carly appreciated the sentiment but it wasn't enough to lift her spirits.

"It shouldn't be a factor!" Sam added.

"Well it is," she sighed. "So I guess that's it."

Sam started pacing around the living room, her mind buzzing about all she had heard. Carly was absolutely right; this wasn't fair at all. She couldn't think of a more fit mother for a child who needs one. Never mind the fact she is an adult with a steady job. No, having a spouse is the deal maker. Sam racked her brain for what she could do to help her friend but she was coming up empty.

Sometimes, when desperate for an idea, Sam's mind can go to let's say a strange place.

"I know," she said.

Carly looked up. "What?"

"What if you married somebody?" Sam suggested.

The brunette tilted her head at her best friend. Sam had this look about her like getting hitched was the simplest thing in the world.

"Really, Sam? Just like that?" Carly sighed. "Marry who, exactly?"

The blonde looked at her feet, biting the inside of her cheek. She muttered something that Carly couldn't quite hear.

"What?"

"Me," Sam replied a little louder. "What if you...married...me?"

Carly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I can think of at least two things wrong with that plan of yours."

Sam gave her a look.

Carly rolled her eyes, "Sam, we can't just get married to defraud the adoption people. It's dishonest."

She sat beside Carly.

"Look, when you think about it-not really. I mean, I've been out for six years now. I love you to death. And then there's you; you always look after me because you love me too. You want a baby and that will make you happy. Now think about all those things; none of them were false."

"Except for the most important one of all," Carly said. "We aren't..." she waved her hands between herself and Sam. "you know."

Sam chuckled how after all these years Carly wasn't one to mention sex or anything like that aloud, despite having had it herself.

"They're not going to focus on that stuff, Carls. All they want to know is that we will be good parents. Once we get our foot in the stupid marriage door, they will look at us closer and find the things that really matter. We're both employed; your hours are flexible while me as a teacher makes our resume look even better..."

"You conveniently left out the fact that we live in two separate apartments."

Sam shrugged, "So I'll let the lease run out. It's due anyway in a month."

Carly shook her head "You're serious about this?"

"Carly," she took her hand and looked her dead in the eye. "I've never been more serious before. You are my best friend for the longest time. Everything positive in my life was because of you always having my back. It's time I did something to help you."

"Sam..." she was on the verge of tears.

"So what do you want to do?"

Carly thought about it.

"I guess...um...do you think it will work?"

Sam smiled "There is nothing we can't do."