Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly :( it belongs to Dan Schneider and Nickelodeon :)
Summary: Sequel to iLove the Dark. How have Sam and Freddie's lives progressed since they got together?
AN: Okay, so, this story has been re-written so many times I've lost count. I originally wrote it back in January and I've re-written it at least once a month since then; but, I think I'm finally happy with it even though it's very different from my initial plan so... I hope you enjoy it :)
iHave Everything: Prologue:
Eleven Years Ago:
(The day after iLove the Dark, making Sam 18 and Carly and Freddie 17)
"Hola people," Freddie called happily as he entered the Shay's apartment.
"Hey Freddie," Carly smiled at him from the table where she was seated with a magazine and a bowl of cereal.
"Howdy Freddio!" Spencer greeted, ruffling Freddie's hair as he hurried past him and darted out of the front door.
"Uh..."
"He has a date with a fitness instructor; they're going jogging."
"Ah. Where's Sam?"
"You mean your girlfriend?" Carly sing-song-ed.
"Yep." He grinned.
"She's still asleep, hogging all my blankets."
"Right," he gave Carly a mock salute and bounded up the stairs.
He entered Carly's bedroom to see Sam sprawled across the bed with one of her feet dangling off the edge, the pillows knocked to the floor and the blankets cocooned around her. He smiled and snapped a photo on his pearPhone before sauntering over and gently shaking her shoulder.
"Rise and shine Sam," he cajoled. She moaned and wiggled out of the sheets to sit up, holding her arms out. He chuckled and lifted her from the bed. She wound her arms around his shoulders, her eyes remaining closed the entire time.
...
Sam blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked around in confusion. Sitting up on the couch she spotted Carly in the armchair by the door. The brunette was curled up, her eyes focused intently on the book in her hands.
"Hey," Sam called and Carly looked up.
"How'd I get down here?"
Carly pointed behind Sam so the blonde twisted to see Freddie sat at the computer. He spun the stool to face her and smiled. "Morning Sunshine,"
"S'up," she nodded.
"You at last," he chuckled, "it's nearly lunch time, go and get changed."
"You're not the boss of me."
"Sam, go get changed," Carly cut in.
"Fine," Sam gave a long-suffering sigh and dragged herself from the couch and up the staircase. Carly rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her book. Freddie swivelled back to face the computer and resumed typing.
Sam came downstairs half an hour later clad in a sky blue shirt with a deep blue denim mini skirt over purple leggings.
Freddie spun to face her once more and looked her up and down.
"You look good," he smiled appreciatively.
"I look like I always look," she shrugged.
"I know," he gave her a cheeky grin and turned back to the computer again.
Sam looked at Carly who smirked at her. She glared and threw herself onto the couch.
"I'll make lunch," Carly announced and Sam's face melted into a smile.
The brunette walked into the kitchen and Freddie switched the computer off and took a seat beside Sam.
"Yo," she gave him a slightly awkward smile.
"Don't I get a hello kiss?"
"You want one?" Sam sounded surprised and Freddie raised an eyebrow,
"Please tell me I didn't dream us getting together."
"No that definitely happened." She laughed softly.
"Then of course I want one."
"Okay," she slid closer and leaned into him, placing her hands on his shoulders. He turned towards her and placed an arm along the back of the sofa behind her, the hand of his other arm curling around her closest leg.
Carly giggled in the background as their lips met. Freddie grazed his teeth over Sam's bottom lip, tugging at it gently and she sighed contentedly against his mouth, moving closer to him. He tightened his grip around her leg, his hand sliding higher and Carly cleared her throat.
"Um guys, I love you both and you know I love that you love each other now, but ew."
"Sorry Carls," Sam laughed, removing her arms from Freddie's shoulders and reclining back into the couch. Freddie squeezed her thigh before letting go and standing to lean on the computer table so he could see into the kitchen.
"Need any help Carly?"
"No, I'm good."
"So you wouldn't mind if I borrowed Sam for a bit?"
"I'll call you when the food's ready." She smiled.
Freddie took Sam's hand to pull her from the couch and towed her up the staircase, "We'll be in the studio," he called over his shoulder.
"So why are we ditching Carly?" Sam asked once they'd arrived in the studio and Freddie had shut the door.
"Because," he stretched the word out as he lead her across the room and flopped down into a bean bag.
"It's not polite to make out in front of other people." He pulled her down on top of him, her weight settling evenly over his larger frame. She rested her chin on his chest to stare up at him.
"We don't want to make her jealous."
"Carly will never love you," she replied, lifting herself up to touch her mouth to his.
"Don't care, I want you." He answered, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. Sam smiled and let her body rest on top of his once more. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her waist and initiated a deep kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth to curl around hers. She closed her eyes and sank into the kiss and into him. They did not separate until Carly called them twenty minutes later.
-o-
Nine Years Ago:
"This movie is sooo lame!" Sam complained loudly from the back row of the theatre and Carly shushed her harshly as several people turned back to glare at them. "It is," she shrugged, twisting in her seat between her best friends to face the taller of the two.
"Oh no," Carly groaned, covering her eyes and sinking down into her seat. Sam chuckled and leaned into Freddie, pressing a kiss to the edge of his jaw. He grinned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, trailing feathery kisses along her cheek. Carly leant away from the pair and fixed her eyes determinedly on the screen. "You're going to get us kicked out again," she grumbled, unsurprised when she received no reply.
Sam lifted her legs over the arm rest, laying them across Freddie's lap and curled her arms around his neck. He placed his free hand on her knee, stroking the skin with his thumb. She giggled and caught his lips with her own, closing her eyes.
Carly flinched. Things never ended well when Sam giggled. Freddie could never resist the giggle.
-o-
Eight years ago:
"Sam! Sa-am, where are you? Sam, we're going to be late!" Carly's voice was taking on a panicked edge that made Sam's stomach squirm so the blonde pushed her boyfriend away and pulled her top down, straightening out her skirt and running a hand through her tangled curls. Freddie leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, frowning in displeasure.
"I have to go, before Carly's head explodes or something."
Freddie raised a sceptical eyebrow and checked his watch. "You have twenty minutes before you even need to leave. Her date isn't for another hour."
"You know Carly likes to be early; and I have to find a good vantage point in case this Joel Sanford guy turns out to be a total jerk." Sam replied, grabbing his shirt from the floor and throwing it over his head. He placed his arms in the sleeves while Sam toed her shoes on.
"Good to go?" she asked, twirling around. "Yep." He smiled, brushing her hair back from her face.
"Thanks," she pecked his lips and opened her bedroom door, "I'll see you later," she called over her shoulder as she flew down the staircase and was hurried out of the house by a jittery Carly.
-o-
Four years ago:
Sam pulled up outside the large beach house that Carly shared with her husband Joel and their tiny daughter Aimee and all but ran to the door, hammering on the stained glass panel.
Minutes later a man with sandy blonde hair and deep green eyes opened the door and studied her blearily. Sam didn't wait to be invited in, just dodged past him and threw herself into Carly's waiting arms. Joel shut the door, locking it and retreating up the stairs.
Carly curled her arms protectively around Sam's trembling form and guided the shorter girl through a doorway into the kitchen where she sat her at the breakfast bar and set about making hot chocolate. Sam buried her face in her folded arms, her shoulders shaking as sobs wracked her body.
Carly set the steaming mugs down on the marble counter, the ceramic clinking loudly, and took a seat beside her best friend.
"What's happened?" she asked softly, rubbing Sam's back soothingly. Sam managed to cease her crying long enough to choke out "Freddie and I broke up," and then she hid her face in Carly's neck.
"Oh, Sam," Carly cooed "It'll be alright, tell me everything."
"I d-don't even kn-know what happened, I... I got home late from work, really late and Freddie was sitting at the table, staring at the wall.
I asked him what was for dinner and he didn't answer, just went upstairs. I ate a snack, 'cause I was starving, then went up too and he was already in bed. When I got in he rolled away and wouldn't talk to me so I told him he was being stupid and then he kinda... exploded at me. He's never yelled at me before Carly, not like that. I started yelling back and there was lots of yelling and shouting and I- I told him, I said I didn't know why I ever bothered with him, and he said I never had bothered and then he left, in his pyjamas, and he slammed the door so hard it took me a minute to get it open."
"How long ago was this?"
"Three days ago."
"Three days?" Carly exclaimed, unable to mask her shock.
Sam looked up at her with red eyes and nodded, her expression broken. Carly took a moment to get her thoughts straight and then spoke "Okay, okay, spend the rest of the night here and in the morning I'll take you home. I bet Freddie'll be there waiting for you."
"I love you Carls," "I know, now let's get you to bed, you need sleep." She led Sam upstairs to one of her three guest rooms and tucked the blonde in, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her hair.
Nearly half an hour passed before Sam fell asleep and then Carly crept out of the room and tip-toed downstairs.
She poured the untouched mugs of hot chocolate down the sink and got herself a glass of apple juice, hopping onto the counter and snatching her phone up from inside her bag, which was beside the toaster, ready in case she had to rush out in the morning.
Flipping the device open she dialled Freddie's number and held it to her ear. He answered on the second ring.
"Hey Carls," his voice was gravely, sounding more like he'd been crying than as if he'd just woken up.
"Hi Freddie."
"So, uh... why are you calling me?"
"Well, I have something of yours."
"Sam's with you?" he demanded hopefully.
"Yeah, she's sleeping upstairs; you wanna get your butt over here and tell her you're sorry?"
"I'll be a few hours. She left a note saying she'd gone to Melanie's."
"Melanie's in France Freddie, she's on her honeymoon."
"I thought she got back last Wednesday."
"No, next Wednesday."
"Okay, I'm turning around now; I'll be there by about six."
"Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
"Why did you leave her?"
"I was just angry, I put so much effort into that night, and she ruined it all and then acted like she didn't care. I took a day to calm down, but when I got home she'd gone."
"I don't know where she was, she only just got here; maybe she did go to Mels."
"Maybe, I'll see you later."
"'kay, and Freddie, maybe you should try telling Sam how much effort you put into the meal, she thinks you had a go at her for no reason. Also, it scares her when you yell at her; not that she'll admit it, but I could tell."
"I better stop for chocolates."
"No, just get here fast."
"I will."
"Bye."
...
Sam had been slipping fitfully in and out of sleep all night, but she was awake when the door of the bedroom opened and feet shuffled softly over the carpet. Her blankets were lifted up and the mattress dipped, squeaking minutely as someone climbed into the bed behind her and moulded themselves to the curve of her body, wrapping an arm around her torso.
Freddie's familiar scent surrounded her and although his clothing was cold from the night air she pressed herself back against him, clinging to his arm like a lifeline.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her hair;
"Me too," she agreed, "I love you."
"I'll never leave you again, I promise." He held her almost crushingly tight.
"I'll hold you to that." She warned him.
Freddie chuckled and kissed the back of her head.
"Does Carly know you're here?"
"Of course; I remembered that your sister was on her honeymoon and rang Carls to ask where you were."
"I... wasn't sure if I wanted you to follow me or not."
"I'm glad I did, but where did you go between ours and Carly's?"
"Where do you think? The Steakhouse," Sam linked her fingers through his and pulled his arm closer around herself, kissing the back of his hand.
"I love you." Freddie laughed, rolling his eyes in amusement.
"Should we go home?"
"Nah, let's get some sleep, we can leave later. I'll take you out for lunch."
"'Kay,"
"Sweet dreams."
-o-
AN: So that's the prologue of iHave Everything :) Hope you liked it, review and let me know ^.^