Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.

Author: JadedAttitude143

Rating: T

Title: You Never Know What Might Happen

Summary: It's been a year since the lock-in, where Sam kissed Freddie. Now, it's coming around again, and Sam, Carly, and Freddie are doing a project together. What happens when Sam and Freddie re-visit the site of their kiss? Will old feelings arise? Seddie.

Pairing: Sam/Freddie

Chapter's Word Count: 1,307

"School is stupid, so I hate school, I hate it like I hate Freddie, school is stupid," mumbled a clearly exhausted Sam as she opened her locker and dug out the books she needed for American History in choppy, sluggish movements.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" asked Freddie as he approached her locker. He had heard her previous sentence, but his inner-gentleman convinced him to keep his mouth shut. Sam looked tired, she was probably even less aware of her actions than usual.

Sam yawned and leaned against her locker. "I went to bed at…three-ish. Do you want to go get me coffee?"

"Where would I get you coffee?"

"The coffee place."

"Sam, the school doesn't have a coffee place. Why were you up that late, anyways?"

She shrugged. "Couldn't sleep.

"But –"

Freddie's argument was cut off by Carly, who urgently ran towards the pair. "Guys! Guys! They just posted the stuff about the lock-in!" She poked Freddie's arm multiple times and shook Sam's shoulders slightly in her excitement.

"Ugh, who gives a flying fish about the lock-in," said Sam. She frowned as she realized what she had said. "I'm so tired I can't make a decent response! Freddie, coffee…"

"What are the requirements on it?" asked Freddie to Carly, rolling his eyes at Sam.

"Um…it's twenty percent your grade, groups of three or partners, and it has to involve history, science, or math."

"Okay, that sounds pretty simple. What if you and I –"

"And me!" interjected Sam, slapping Freddie's arm to get his attention. "I need to be in a smart group so I don't fail!"

"And Sam do a project about the Fibonacci sequence!"

"What? How 'bout one on the history of Glitter Gloss?"

"Or coffee."

"The Russian Revolution? Bleeding Kansas? The Terra Cotta Army? The War of 1812?"

"Psh, that didn't exist," said Sam, rolling her eyes. "I thought you were smart."

"Sam, the War of 1812 was essential to –"

"I don't care, I just want coffee." She stretched out "coffee," and shook Freddie's arm in an attempt to convince him.

"Okay, we're being stupid," said Carly, grabbing Sam and Freddie's wrists.

"Yeah, we are," agreed Sam, glaring at Freddie, who raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly.

"What did we do last year? Gibby and I did that stimulus chamber, and you and Freddie did the Mood Face app thing with Brad. What do they both have in common?"

"Coffee!"

"They're both psychological-y things. That's what we should do."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Let's see…We could do something where we hold up images of stuff, and then we use the Mood Face app to see what emotions are surfaced when they think of that," said Freddie thoughtfully.

"Oh, that sounds really good. And it should be pretty simple, too. But we'd have to make sure that they're really relaxed when they take the test thing-y, 'cause it would probably affect how they feel."

"Yeah. Sam, what do you think?"

"I'm fine with that," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Cool. I got to go to Pre-Calculus. How 'bout we all work on this during lunch. We can meet in the library," said Freddie.

"Yeah," said Carly and Sam together.

"'Kay, bye."

"Are you alright, Sam?" asked Carly as soon as Freddie was out of earshot.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired," she scoffed, pretending to search through her locker for a missing pencil.

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure that you weren't bothered by the lock-in."

"No, why would I be?"

"Well, this is where you and Freddie… y'know…kissed."

"Oh." Sam paused. "Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, we broke up a while ago, we're just friends now."

"Okay, cool. Well, we better get going. Otherwise we're going to be late again for American History," said Carly, clearly not believing a word Sam said.

"Yeah, I don't need to give Mr. Howard another reason to hate me."

XXX

"Okay, so I was thinking we need to do at least thirty people for this," said Freddie, sitting in one of the library's hard, plastic chairs and opening up a notebook.

"Alright," said Sam, sitting next to him and propping her feet up on the convenient table. "Should we do different ages and different backgrounds or just one age demographic?"

Freddie stared at her in surprise for a second before answering. "Well, it'd probably be easiest to shoot for one demographic, and it would make our research more valid. If we do all teenagers, we would be able to get it done pretty quickly and our results would be more applicable. And, we could do most of them at the lock-in."

"Okay," agreed Carly, scribbling something down in Freddie's notebook in a messy, scrawling handwriting with i's dotted with hearts. "We only need like five pictures to show them. What should they be of?"

"Um, if we do only Ridgeway students, we could do a couple of places here," suggested Freddie.

"Right. And even just random objects can bring out different emotions in people. Like, let's say we do the cafeteria here, a computer, a bottle of water, a shoe, an elevator, and a cup of coffee!" Sam yelled the words "cup of coffee" right in Freddie's ear.

"Sam, shut up, you're in the library!" Freddie hissed. "And anyways, I just thought of something else. We shouldn't just find their emotions, we should ask what they associate each item with. It would give us more logic behind our project. Like, for the glass of water, they might associate it with a sport, or with homework, or –"

"Who associates water with homework?" interjected Sam.

"I don't know, I'm just tossing random ideas around. Just go with it."

"Okay," said Carly hastily, interrupting what could have easily become a fight, "I think we got a pretty good basic outline. I'll get the pictures that we need, Sam will make a list of the people we need to blackmail into doing this, and Freddie will get the geeky technology together."

"Wait, we need to get our project approved," said Freddie.

"Oh, right. Well, I can't do it. I've got a Student Council meeting right after school, and I can't miss it." Carly looked down at the table as she spoke, her face slowly growing red.

"Since when were you in Student Council?"

"I'm not, but this really cute guy named Mark is."

"Stalker," Sam fake-sneezed.

"Oh, whatever. Can you two go get it approved?"

"Without killing each other? I dunno Carls, that might be a challenge."

"We'll do it," said Freddie, tugging on Sam's elbow. "In fact, we'll do it right now. Who do we have to talk to?"

"Ms. Briggs."

They both shuddered.

"Can't Freddie go by himself?"

"Come on, Sam." He grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the library.

"Freddie, she hates me. There's no way we'll get the idea approved. We might as well accept our F's now."

Freddie looked at her for a long moment. She widened her eyes and tilted her head slightly, as if that would aid her argument. "Fine," he sighed. "You go ahead to lunch and I'll tell her myself."

"Really?" Sam's voice was dubious, as if she expected a trick.

"Sure."

"Yes!" In her excitement, she gave Freddie a kiss on the cheek. "Mama's gonna go buy some coffee!" She began to take off, but then realized their hands were still joined together from when he had dragged her away. They had walked through the school like that? They must have passed fifty people! What if someone noticed? "Um, Freddie." She flushed.

"Oh…" Embarrassed, he quickly let go.

"Bye," she said over her shoulder as she ran through the hallway, nearly knocking a nerdy freshman over.

Freddie shook his head and walked off in the other direction, a slight smile on his face.

So, this is going to be a 7 or 8 chapters long story. I'm really excited to write this, and I think it will be a fun summer project :) Please leave a review and let me know what you think! If you have any criticisms, please let me know! They're the best way for me to improve! Chapter 2 should be up soon.