A thought I've had for awhile. This will probably be a short story, but who knows. If its met well, I'll do more. Anyway, enjoy this story.

I do not own iCarly. All ownership for iCarly goes to Nickelodeon and Dan Schneider. I believe. Correct me if I'm wrong. Point is, I don't own iCarly. No profit is being made from this fanfiction.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Warnings of the End


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February 14th, 1999 -
Undisclosed Facility
New York City, New York


"Dad, where are we going?" A small child no older than five was being dragged by his arm throughout a gray facility. He had been here enough to know this was where his dad had worked, but he had never seen this much gray cold material. Instead of answering him, his dad moved faster through the facility, the only thing audible was his heavy breathing and the echoey clang of his boots against the floor.

"Dad, I'm scared." The man turned to face his son, tears trailing down the little boys eyes. He knew it made him seem weak, but his dad was scaring him! He was rushing through this unknown place and not telling him anything! Gaining his composure, his father let go of his hand and knelt down to the point he was eye level with the boy.

"I'm sorry I'm worrying you Freddie. I'm just trying to find your mommy. She misses you a lot, so I'm rushing to find her." He let out a smile that seemed to ease Freddie's worry. Sniffiling, he nodded, making his father jump back up and take him by the arm. Despite Freddie's complaints, his father still rushed through the facility with the same speed.

After a few minutes of running around the facility, the loud echo of something slamming hurt Freddies ears, making him hold them in pain. Looking up, he saw the path blocked by a giant gray wall, and the look of panic on his father's face. Following his line of sight, Freddie turned to see two men dressed in those multi colored green clothes, with what looked like giant black sticks in their hands. In between them, a man stood who wore the same white coat his dad had on. Unlike his dad, he had a weird amount of hair on his face and looked like a mean guy.

"Dr. Benson. Did you really expect to get away? Men, stay alert. He's a slippery bastard." Freddie felt his body shake. He swore he heard another echo, making both the green men yell. The last thing he remembered was the arm wrapping around his face and his father's words.

"Hold on Freddie!"


June 20th, 2012-
Bushwell Plaza
Seattle, Washington


"Gah!" Fredward Benson woke in a sweat, breathing heavily in his dark room. Within a few moments, the door slammed open to reveal Marissa Benson, clad in a cleaning apron and pajamas, holding a bottle of disinfectant in one hand and a scrubber in the other.

"Freddikins! Are you okay!" Despite his shock from his sudden jolt of consciousness, he couldn't help but give his mom a quizzical look.

"Mom, who exactly is that get up going to stop?" Noticing that there was no immediate danger in her sons room, she placed her hands at her hips, a scowl on her face.

"I can guarantee you that no filthy criminal would like to get doused in the face with some cleaning spray." She sprayed a little in the air for emphasis, making Freddie chuckle a little.

"Thanks but I'm fine, mom. Just a nightmare I guess." He shuffled slightly, throwing the blankets off of himself. He heard the 'awww' from his mother and mentally prepared for her to get in his personal space.

"Is my Freddie alright? Did the dream scare you? Are you okay? I can call a therapist for you! Here let me get the number." He let out an internal sigh. Despite his mother loosening up on her overprotective nature once he turned 18, she still showed signs of that behavior. Glancing to the clock, he rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of his moms hand before she could finish dialing.

"Mom, it's 3 in the morning. I'm sure the doctor isn't up right now. Plus I'm fine. Besides, you need your sleep. You got a long day today." Ever since Freddie's 18th, his mother had started to take longer hours at the hospital. The extra money was nice, but the privacy was even better. After a few minutes of thought, Marissa rose from her seat on the bed.

"Alright fine. But promise me you are feeling okay? You can call me at the hospital at anytime." Freddie nodded, making her gulp, but smile before placing a kiss on her sons cheek. "Alright good. Try and get some more sleep." WIth that, she exited the room. For a few minutes, the room was quiet except for the faint sounds of cars traveling in the Seattle early morning.

Freddie was alone with his thoughts now. His dream seemed strange. As far as he could recall, he never remembered his father. He knew for a fact, however, that he was living with his aunt and his mom when he was 5, crying because of the amount of layering his mother placed on him as 'winter protection.' Looking back at the clock, he noticed only a few minutes had passed since his mother had left.

"Ugh." With a groan, he exited his bed with a small creak. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep tonight. Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but reminisce. No longer was he the short nerdy skinny kid. In front of him stood a man developing muscle. He wasn't as defined as he would have hoped, but he was slowly getting there. He also noticed the faint amounts of facial hair growing in around his mouth and cheeks. With a sigh, he turned around and started walking to his desk. Plopping down, Freddie decided if he couldn't sleep, he might as well as check some stuff seconds, the hum of his computer's login screen lit up, making him smirk.

"God bless SSD's." Logging in to his PC, he quickly opened up his browser, and checked the tech blogs he follows. He smiled looking at the technology, ignoring a skype message from Brad, who was probably wanting to play World of Warlords or League of Legacy. After a few more messages, Freddie grew annoyed and finally checked his skype to see a large number of 'DUDE's messaged to him.

"Why are you spamming me this late, man?" Freddie spoke out loud as he typed. Immediately after hitting send, he saw that Brad was already typing back.

'Bro, did u c whats goin down in India?' Raising his eyebrows, he typed out a quick response.

'No. I just woke up a few minutes ago. What happened?' After sending the message, he opened Google to search of any happenings in India. Seeing nothing really out of the ordinary, a skype notification popped up with a link.

'Here. look at this link dude.' Clicking it, a news article opened it. Looking to the headline left Freddie confused.

"Sinkhole in India swallows several locals? How is this strange? It's just a sinkhole." Typing back his response, he could feel Brad's annoyance in his typing.

'Dude no. look. thats one huge ass sinkhole and people are still going missing. some crap is goin down in India! It happened earlier this month in Egypt. things are going wild! maybe the mayans were right lol' Freddie decided to exit the app and get off the computer. Brad was up late and was just conspiracy theorizing. He should really try and sleep. Getting back in his bed, he shut his eyes hoping to sleep before the sun rose.


June 20th, 2012-
Bushwell Plaza
Seattle, Washington


"Freddie, you're falling asleep again!" His eyes snapped open and was blinded quickly by the lights in the room. As they focused, he was able to see Carly with a scowl on her face and a hand on her hip.

"Sorry! Didn't get much sleep last night." He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to bring them back to life slightly. He heard a scoff near Carly.

"That doesn't mean you can fall asleep on us Fredwardio! We need to rehearse so wake your ass up!" He mimicked her in a mocking tone, making her mimic him back with a higher tone, causing him to repeat it higher. This went on until Carly sighed and grabbed their collars.

"Children please calm down." They both squirreled out of Carly's hold. Now awake more than earlier, they resumed their iCarly rehearsal.


"Looks like this episode is gonna be killer!" Freddie set down the camera with a smile as Carly high fived him.

"It better be! Hopefully tomorrow is our most seen episode yet. We really need a good episode after that whole Chip fiasco." Near them, Sam shrugged before taking a bite of a giant turkey leg she seemed to pull out of nowhere. Freddie wasn't really sure how she did it.

"Hey, that Chip thing was awesome. I mean, he ruined the show a little, but dorkenstein made a laser." Near Sam, Gibby nodded in excitement.

"Hey, I have to agree with her. That was pretty awesome. You should make another one, dude." He gave him a look and Gibby nodded. "Yeah, no I expected that."

"Let's not work on lasers and just hang out for once." Carly said in a giggle. Nodding, Freddie reached for the iCarly studios handle but stopped as the scream of Spencer's rang in their ears.

"FRRRREEEEEEEEDDDDDDDIIIIIIEEEEE!" Spencer Shay burst through the iCarly studio, barely giving Freddie enough time to move out of the way.

"Jeez Spencer, you almost killed me!" Dusting his pants, he looked to the panting adult who was currently holding his knees.

"Tv… News… Go watch…" Breathing heavily, he pointed down the stairs. "Freddie hurry!" He shouted, making Freddie wide eyed and run down the stairs. Upstairs still, Freddie was panting. "I really need to work out more…"

Freddie rushed down the stairs. He saw the tv on and a news reporter talking. Ignoring it quickly, he went to grab a water from the fridge.

"It has now been confirmed that what is happening is infact not human. It seems that India is infact being attacked by what seems to be aliens from another world." Behind the counter, Freddie spit his drink out, nearly hitting Sam, grossing her out.

"Damn, keep those fluids to yourself Freddie." Ignoring her, Freddie pushed past her to look at the tv. Staring intently at it, he barely noticed Spencer sit down on the couch behind him.

"Aliens! Aliens are confirmed Freddie!" Freddie heard him, but simply couldn't acknowledge him. He was busy staring at the image in front of him. In the news reporters background was the picture of the sinkhole that Brad had sent him.

"Wow. Aliens. Who knew? And they seem to be destroying India. Well, that's not very nice." Carly stated, pouting her lip slightly before sitting in the chair near the counter. From the couch, Sam laughed.

"What do you expect, Carls? Aliens were bound to destroy us all sometime." Behind the couch, Gibby looked at them both.

"Why are you both so calm? Aliens are attacking and you guys don't even seem fazed?" Sam shrugged, taking a bite of her turkey leg again.

"It's not happening here. Why would we care?" She chuckled a little, making Carly frown at her.

"Sam! That's rude!" With a piece of meat in her mouth, she turned to Carly with an exasperated look on her face.

"What? It's true!" As the girls argued, Freddie turned away from the tv, a solemn look on his face. While the girls were distracted, he walked over towards the door, exiting quietly and heading to his apartment. He logged in to skype on his computer quickly to see Brad logged in already. With a serious look on his face, he started typing.

'You were right… I'm sorry.'


Well, there you go. Lemme know what you think. I'll try and have the next chapter up by tomorrow. I might delay it since tomorrow is 9/11 and you can obviously see where this story is going. But anyway, let me know what you all think.

Thanks!