iBreak Down

A/N: This is my first iCarly fan fiction of 2012, as you can see by the words "Chapter One" written down below, this is more than a one-shot. I plan on making this about fifteen to twenty chapters and only updating once a week. As you may of heard from my friends on . I just had my second daughter in November of 2011, so my kids and my husband keep me very busy. Plus in my free time I work on other things related iCarly and I work from home.

This story may be a little more different than my usual writing style. As you guys know. I always write future fan fictions, where Sam are about to get engaged or they're married and have kids. This story is going to take you through Sam and Freddie getting back together and all the good stuff that follows that. It will be a little more AU/OOC in the following chapters. As they get older picture Sam and Freddie with a tiny bit more of Nathan and Jennette's personality/interests. I apologize for this extremely long author's note. I don't own iCarly and onwards to the story my loyal readers. Ye shall enjoy it, I hope.

Chapter One:

iStill Love You

They were sitting across from each other, yet Sam and Freddie never felt more connected to one another; it seemed as if they were the only two people in the room. They kept sharing little glances and smirks, and then they looked over at Carly and her boyfriend Lance. Carly and Lance looked so in love and happy while they celebrated his eighteenth birthday.

"Could we ever be that way again?" Sam pondered lost in a sea of emotions and thought. She felt tired and awkward for even thinking such a thing. Sam yawned purposefully, wanting to get home and get him out of her mind as soon as possible.

Carly noticed, stating the obvious, "You tired?"

"Yep, Mama's going to head home and hit the sack," she responded, leaning over to give Carly a hug. Sam gave Lance a quick little hug too.

Lance chuckled and said, "Alright, Thanks for coming Puckett and thanks for not eating the cake."

"You're welcome Sir Lancelot, but who in their right minds would want to eat that dry, tasteless brick of pastry, you call cake," Sam said pointedly. Freddie just had to laugh at that. Sam smiled slightly at him, but quickly stopped herself before she became too distracted by that cute laugh and half-smirk of his.

Freddie added with a laugh, "I know right, Carly, why'd you do that to us?"

"Look, Spencer was supposed to come by with our annoying cousins the Dorfmans, Ozlottis and Faye," Carly explained, angry that Spencer didn't bring the Dorfmans, when she had this gluten-free, sugar-free, fat-free, organic cake made just for them. Though at the same time, she was also relieved because, let's face it, her cousins were huge pains in the butt.

Sam said with one last wave, about to walk out that door, "Bye Carls. Later, Lance."

All of a sudden, Freddie stood up and grabbed Sam's arm, "Wait, Sam it's late. Why don't I walk you out to your car?"

"Thanks, but no thanks Benson. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." Sam groaned as she tried to pull her arm free from his embrace.

"Sam c'mon," he began to protest, grabbing his wallet and jacket in one arm, and he slightly moved his other hand down to gently intertwine their fingers.

He smirked, knowing she didn't let go of his hand. Back when they were dating a short time, she admitted she loved him, but she also confessed to something else. You see, as tough as a girl Sam was, Freddie Benson was the only guy ever to make her go weak and girly. It could be something as passionate as the kiss they shared at Troubled Waters Mental Hospital. It could also be the sweet simplicity of wearing a pretty, girly, purple dress on date at Pini's and holding hands while skipping off to buy her some ham.

"Whatevs let's get a move then Fredward," Sam sighed, as they left Petrosini's together.

For some odd reason, she felt okay with even this little bit of affection they shared while walking towards her car. Just because they weren't dating anymore, it doesn't mean they weren't still friends. Sure, Sam continually called Freddie names and broke his Pearphone on several occasions, but hey she wouldn't be Sam Puckett if she didn't do those things. As they walked in the parking lot, they found themselves absent-mindedly staring at each other once again. Sam loved his chocolate brown eyes, hair and that dweeby half-smirk that would come across his face. And not to mention, well Freddie had definitely been working out a lot since Junior Year. Sam definitely took notice. Freddie was always enamored by Sam's piercing blue eyes, curly blonde locks, and her glossed kissable lips, which he desperately wanted to kiss again. Also, Sam had developed quite a curvy figure for her petite, small frame and since Junior Year she dressed in a particularly girly manner. They finally arrived at Sam's car.

Freddie let go of Sam's hand; he abruptly cleared his throat and mentioned, "Sam, I've been meaning to ask you—"

"What is it Freddie? I've really got to get home before my mom decides to break in that new bikini, she bought," Sam sighed, annoyed as she waited impatiently for him to finish his question.

Freddie continued after taking a deep breath, "Why did you shred those old love e-mails I sent you?"

"I-I don't know. I mean, it's not like we're dating anymore," Sam pointed out sheepishly, avoiding any eye contact with him.

He bit his lip and inquired, "True, but I guess, the better question is why you kept those emails months after we broke up?"

"Who are you, the email police?" She countered defensively crossing her arms; then attempted to unlock and open her car door.

Freddie's body tensed up with frustration; he claimed with no hesitation or fear, "Look Puckett, you think you're such a tough girl, but really you're just scared."

"Do you have a death wish Frednard?" She threatened, her voice dripping with anger, evident by the way she spoke through gritted teeth.

Freddie had the courage to demand, "Just tell me!"

"You really want to know why?" Sam inquired while her breathing became uneven with excitement.

He yelled, "Kinda!"

Freddie closed his eyes, expecting to feel the sting of Sam's hand cross his cheek, though it never came. Sam screamed as a means of relief to finally let go and admit the truth to Freddie. He opened his eyes, surprised at the sight he saw before him. Sam appeared nervous. The only few times that happen are when they ran out of food or she thought she was going to get caught for something.

Sam sucked in a sharp breath, before she began to speak in that honest; heartfelt tone like she did when she told she loved him, "Do you know how hard it is?"

"What do you mean b…" he interrupted eyeing her carefully as she began to talk again.

She moaned, eyebrows furrowed, and pinching the sides of her nose clearly upset, "Well, if you let me finish…"

"Sor..." he started to apologize, but she raised her hand up to signal stop.

Sam paused and finished her thought, "Dude, do you know how difficult it is to be around every day? Seeing you in school, doing iCarly with you every day? Look Benson, you think I don't care about you, but I really do. Freddie, you were my first everything. You were my first kiss, my first boyfriend, and my first love. But no matter how normal I get or how abnormal you get, we can't be together…"

Freddie watched her intently. He couldn't keep listening to this, so he remembered the phrase, "Actions speak louder than words." Freddie Benson certainly took action right then and there. Their eyes met and Sam noticed the way he looked at with such a desire. It was as if she almost knew what he was about to do. Freddie grabbed Sam around the waist, held her tightly in his arms and kissed her lips repeatedly. Sam just gave into it. She felt her knees go weak and her heart beat fast, Sam kissed him back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and she knew Freddie was the only one that could ever make her feel this way.

"In case, you're wondering what that meant Sam. I still love you. We can make this work, if we try." Freddie explained in a deep voice that was unrecognizable. Sam found that to be a sexy quality in him, though she would never tell him.

"I still love you too and I want to get back together. Right now, I just want to shut up and kiss me like you used to," Sam ordered.

They smiled at each other, kissed again and again for what seemed like hours. Eventually they ceased their little parking lot public display of affection and merely enjoyed each others' company. The couple drove around for a bit, they soon found a nice little spot in the park. Sam and Freddie snuggled up together on the hood of her car. They were finally back together, happier than they've ever been and looked up at the beautiful ambiance of the sparkling night sky. And this was only the beginning in their wondrous journey together.