iGet My (Second) Chance

By OneHorseShay

Disclaimer: Don't Own, Don't Sue. I mean it, don't sue.

Author's Note: It is really me, OneHorseShay bringing you the sequel to iCarly's Father. My deepest thanks to Snapplelinz for publishing my first story. You can show your appreciation by reading and reviewing Snapplelinz's stories. Also my thanks to all the readers (that including you reading this right now) that read took the time to review and read my story.

Special Guest Appearance by Joe Flanigan as Colonel Steven Shay

Special Guest Star Ariana Grande as Taylor Faye Dorfman

Special Guest Star Elizabeth Gillies as Ruby Lynn

Special Guest Star Robbie Amell as Young Steven Shay

Chapter 1

A soft buzzing noise emanated from Carly's digital clock on her nightstand on Monday morning. Carly stifled a yawn and brushed back her hair out of her face as she sat up in bed. She turned off her alarm as she got out of bed then headed for her bathroom. As any typical teenager, she would usually dread Mondays, but not today. As she began her morning ritual of getting ready for the day, Carly Shay couldn't help but smile knowing how special and possibly nerve racking on how the day was going to turn out.

This was the first day that she and Freddie Benson would be out in public as a couple; being 'Creddie' as their fans affectionately called them. They had kept their budding relationship secret when they went back to school on Wednesday and didn't officially announce to their fans on Friday's iCarly, but the fact that her father and Sam wore Penny T's with the message CREDDIE SHIPPER set the message boards on fire for the entire weekend. Some were happy, some were angry, but most were just shocked and none of the trio had made any posts to answer any questions.

She had remembered a particular posting from a major fan forum that brought a smile to her face from some poster named Snapplelinz: "Holy chizz! Mr. Shay and Sam are wearing 'Team Creddie' shirts! Does this mean what I think it does? Creddie ftw :D" It was a strange, but comforting feeling that people she didn't even know were rooting for her and Freddie to make it as a couple. Carly snorted out a laugh as she remembered giving into the temptation and reading a fan fiction from the same poster about her and Freddie. She thought the poster may be right on some level: maybe she and Freddie did share some bond. Carly could only wonder what that poster could write if she knew of the web-hostess' Christmas Angel Mitch.

After finishing dressing for the day she went downstairs to grab some breakfast before heading off to school.

"Hey dad," she greeted cheerfully as she entered the kitchen.

Colonel Steven Shay was preparing breakfast at the stove and Spencer eagerly waiting at the kitchen table. "Morning kiddo, have a good night?"

"Yeah, slept like a baby," she answered as she took a seat at the end of the table.

"So you cried all night and wet yourself?"

"Dad?" Carly asked horrified.

Shay chuckled as he brought over breakfast for his children. "That's what babies do sweetie. They cry and wet themselves."

Carly thought about it for a moment, before replying, "That's true. I remember Ginger Fox's baby boy. He was a distance peeier."

Shay grinned, "So was Spencer."

"Hey!" the artist shouted defensively from his seat.

Shay laughed out loud before replying. "You were and it was funny… when you did it to your mom, not to me."

Spencer replied annoyingly, "Don't joke about urine. We're about to eat."

Shay nodded his head as he sat down to eat. "Good point."

Just as they started to eat, there was a knock at the door. Carly was first up from her seat and heading to the door. "I got it," she finally spoke when she was in the middle of the living room. She opened to door to see a grinning Freddie apparently quite ready for school with his backpack strap across his chest.

"Hey," he whispered with a smile on his lips.

"Hey," she replied just as quietly with a grin and leaned against the edge of the door.

He put his hands in his jean pockets and rocked back and forth on his toes and heels. "Can I come in?"

Carly shook her head. "Oh, yeah, sure."

"Thanks," he replied as he stepped past Carly and gave her a quick peck on her cheek. She turned and hooked her arm around his and led him to the kitchen.

"Morning," Freddie greeted the Shay family with a smile as he stopped at the end of the kitchen table while Carly took her seat. She immediately went back to eating her breakfast before it got cold.

"Morning Freddie," Spencer called out between bites of his waffles.

"Morning Mr. Benson," Shay echoed after his son. "Do you want anything?" Shay offered as he motioned to some of the leftover breakfast.

"No thank you, sir. I just ate."

Shay smile and nodded as he shoveled another mouthful of food in his mouth.

Between bits of his waffles, Spencer asked, "So, you're going to let people know you're dating? I mean for certain this time?"

Carly nodded hesitantly. "Yes."

Shay grinned as he interjected, "That's kind of sad from one perspective: Freddie's no longer the most eligible bachelor at Ridgeway."

"Dad?" Carly nearly shouted.

"Just kidding," he replied then started laughing.

It was pleasant, if not quiet ride to school after picking up Sam. Carly looked in the rearview mirror and noticed how Freddie and Sam still traded uneasy glances as they sat on the opposite sides in the backseat. The tentative truce between the pair had been holding for about the last week. Sam had been probing with mild remarks towards Freddie late last week and into the weekend. Some had been allowed without response, but others Freddie gave right back and he was not holding back with his remarks. Carly realized it would take time for them to find a new balance to her best friends' relationship.

The SUV pulled up to the curb in front of Ridgeway. Spencer turned slightly in his seat to look at the trio. "Okay teens, I'll see you this afternoon."

Sam was the first to jump out of the vehicle. "Later Spencer," Sam called out and headed straight for the school entrance.

Carly and Freddie were a little more hesitant as they stepped out from the passenger and back seat respectfully from the SUV. "See you this afternoon. Love ya," Carly called out to Spencer as she walked away from the vehicle.

Just before the reached the entrance to Ridgeway, Freddie asked with concern evident in his voice, "Are you ready?" He just looked at her with a small smile on his face.

Carly blinked as she was surprised and comforted by the question. He was giving her an out in making their relationship public that would leave no doubts in people's minds. Over the weekend she had confided to him that she was afraid people would just think that she was just repeating what she did after the accident and that she didn't really care about him. She feared he would believe the same thing. He responded that night by holding her until she fell asleep with her head on his shoulder.

She reached for his hand and laced her fingers with his. The brunette whispered, "I'm ready."

"Good," he answered with a smile and the pair entered Ridgeway hand-in-hand.

Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Steven Shay pulled his pillow over his ears to block out the loud music blaring from the side of his bed, but quickly gave up on it. He blinked open his eyes and brushed his dark locks out of his face to see his clock/radio and the red lighted display time of 7:30 AM May 1980.

"Damn," Steven swore when he saw the time. He had a good mind to turn off the radio and roll right back over to sleep. He was just about to do that until he heard shouting from downstairs. "Get up Steven! You have to get to school!"

Steven groaned at the sound of his old man yelling. School started in about a half an hour and he was still in bed. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair to pull his hair behind both his ears. He let out a tried breathe and threw off the sheet to get up. He walked over the mess of clothes and other items that littered his room, trying to avoid stepping on anything with his bare feet. A pig sty would be an understatement about the condition of his room.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, he came back to find a clean pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt in a mess he called a closet. He threw on his clothes then ran downstairs to grab a quick breakfast.

His father was already at the kitchen table eating breakfast with one hand and reading the paper in the other.

Steven popped a piece of bread in the toaster then grabbed a bowl out of a cabinet to he poured himself some cereal. He grabbed some orange juice out of the refrigerator and poured himself a glass just as the toast finished. He grabbed his food and took a seat across from his father. Steven brushed some hair behind his left ear as he put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth with his other hand.

"When are you going to get a haircut?" Greg Shay asked his son with a hint of annoyance.

Steven rolled his eyes and flippantly remarked, "When I think I need one."

The older Shay sighed and shook his head and turned his attention back to his paper.

Steven glanced at the kitchen clock and displayed 7:45. He took his last bite of toast and dashed for the door to the garage. "See ya pops," Steven called out as pulled on his black Perfecto motorcycle jacket from the coat rack and slipped out the door.

Steven pulled up into the school parking lot on his '77 Harley Davidson with about ten minutes to spare. He turned off the ignition and ran a hand through his hair to straighten it out from the wind blowing it every which way on is way to school. He pulled off his book bag tied to the back of his seat and made his way to the main entrance of his high school.

He gave a quick wave to two of his friends, Glenn and Ruby as the couple sat on the hood of Glenn's '76 Charger. The pair didn't pay him much attention as the two seemed to be too busy trying to devour each other's faces. He just chuckled at the two 'lovebirds' antics. He found how deeply in love those two were quite comical.

Steven didn't give a second thought of seeing a brunette carrying on her back a beat up old military backpack with paintbrushes sticking out from the sides and with a yellow bandana tied around her head pass in front of him on her way to the front door of the school.