Author's Note: I came up with this on a whim. I was in the car I think. Listening to my iPod… never mind that nonsense. I hope you enjoy!
Full Summary: On just one random, normal day, it happened. It was unexplainable, inexplicable, and every morning it was undeniable. Freddie Benson had been caught in a vortex of 'bad luck'. He had never believed in it, nor had he been superstitious. But it happened. And the next morning, everything would be reset, like nothing had happened, and no one would remember. Is he going crazy? Is it all a dream? Freddie thinks not.
With neither Spencer nor Carly Shay believing a word he says about it, his last hope is a certain blonde-headed demon that despises him. AU and Seddie.
Disclaimer: Why would Dan Schneider be on fanfiction when he can do what he pleases with iCarly? So obviously, I do not and never will own iCarly.
Freddie's POV
It was a typical Monday morning. I went to school, hung out with Carly and Sam at The Groovy Smoothie, arguing with Sam all the way, went back to Carly's where we had an iCarly rehearsal, then went home, where my mom waited so she could take me to the drugstore for more ointment that I wouldn't use.
In other words, I never saw it coming.
Let's start from where I left off. So I walked in to my apartment, to find my mom vacuuming. Just like she always did. Every. Single. Day.
She turned the vacuum off. "Welcome home sweetie! Are you ready to go?"
"Sure. But I drive. I just got my license after all."
"Okay, but remember the song! Red means-"
"Mom!"
So there we were, driving, having a one-sided conversation about organic recipes. Just my luck, the light turned yellow at the intersection. I had been stopping at every light. All of them turned yellow or red before I got there!
So I wouldn't have it. I sped up instead of slowing down.
"Freddie!" My mom shrieked. She sounded a little too panicked.
It seemed to happen in slow motion. I turned my head to meet her eyes, but instead I found myself staring into two parallel bright lights.
"Mom!" I shouted. But then we were flipping, tumbling through the air.
I felt an extreme pressure pressing on my torso, keeping me pressed to my seat. The airbag. And then, with a crash, everything was still.
I felt pain shooting through my body. I could here the voices of people outside of the car. But I didn't care about any of that. I looked over to my right, and even with unfocused vision, what I saw was horrifying.
"Mom!" I screamed. Or tried to. My voice was barely audible. And I couldn't hold on anymore. I slipped into blackness, silence encasing me…
-Break-
Murmurs of different voices. Beeping. That's what I awoke to. I tried to open my eyes, but the light was so bright.
I forced them open anyway. I saw white ceiling tiles, paired with the bright lights I saw earlier.
"Freddie?"
I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them again. After blinking a few times, I turned my head toward the voice.
"Oh my gosh! He's awake! Sam, come here! He's awake! Thank God!"
Dark, wavy-ish hair, warm brown eyes, pale skin…
Carly!
Then everything came rushing back to me in an instant. I sat up quickly, met with excruciating pain. It took me a bit to realize that it was me who had groaned.
"Freddie! What are you doing! Lie back down!" Carly exclaimed.
"No… I have to go see my mom." I mumbled.
The look on her face was confusing. She looked so devastated. So… pitying.
"I really think you should just lie back down. The doctor says you have a few broken ribs from the airbag, and you have lacerations and a concussion…"
"Why can't I see my mom? Where is she?"
"You can't see her, Freddie." The voice came from the other side of me. I whipped my head around, making me dizzy, and there was Sam Puckett.
Had she been there the whole time? Why am I so oblivious?
"But-"
"Stop. You need your rest."
"Or what? Where is she? Tell me!"
Sam didn't meet my gaze after that.
"What's wrong? You can't keep it from me! I will remove these freaking tubes from up my nose, get this IV needle out of my skin, and just go find her."
"You can't do that!" Carly said frantically.
"I can. And I will. Now tell me."
"…I'll go get the doctor or a nurse, okay?" Carly said, and walked out. I spotted Spencer talking to a doctor outside the door. I lied back down.
Sam and I stared at each other until she looked away.
"Did you forget the song?" She asked. I wasn't sure if it was meant to be a joke. She looked dead serious and like she was… pained to say this.
"Red means stop, Green means go, Yellow means slow down, when you're following the rules of the ro-oad. Red means don't, Green means do, yellow means yield, when you're being a careful dri-iver. Red means stop, Green means go, Yellow means slow down, when you're going all the way down to-own." Sam sang.
I stared at her, and she gave me a weak smile.
"I'm just kidding. I can't believe I even remembered one of your mom's many songs." She said.
"…Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Did… Did something happen to her? Is she going to be okay?" My voice was uneven, and I knew I was completely vulnerable. For once Sam didn't take advantage of it.
She hesitated, and then opened her mouth, but a nurse walked in with Carly, interrupting her.
"Ah, I see you're awake. Good. Now you need to take it easy, becau-"
"Where's my mother? Is she going to be alright?" I asked desperately.
There was a long pause. All I heard was that beeping that was driving me crazy.
"…Honey, listen to me. I'm terribly sorry to be saying this. As much as it tears my heart apart telling you, you will find out. I'm so, so incredibly sorry sweetie, but your mother didn't quite make it." And she was. She was sorry. I could see it. But I didn't care.
I just froze. I didn't breathe or blink. I just stared at her. Then, it registered. My heartbeat quickened and my breathing sped up. I shook my head.
"No. You're lying. Liar!" I shouted. I was sitting again, the pain tearing at me, but I didn't care.
"I'm so-"
"Don't say it! I don't need your sympathy! You didn't even know her! You… You…"
"It was completely painless, I assure you." She said softly. Her voice was high-pitched and sickeningly sweet. It made me snap.
"How would you know? You don't know what she felt! You have absolutely no idea! Get out! Go away NOW!" I screamed.
She backed out the door, then spun around and scurried off. How did she expect me to handle it?
I rested my face in my palms. This couldn't be possible. My mother who was so intent on my protection, on my safety. Gone. Who would protect me now? Huh mom? Who? You're such a strong woman! How did you go so easily?
"Freddie… we…"
I lifted my head up to see Carly and Sam, side by side now, staring at me like they were witnessing a little girl be killed, minus the horror.
"Can you please just…" My voice was choking up. I couldn't meet their eyes, for my own were filling with tears.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam reach for Carly's wrist, grab it, and pull her toward the door. Once it closed, I threw my head into my pillow and screamed.
I could feel the tears pouring out now. I just screamed and screamed until my throat became so sore that it hurt, but still wouldn't stop. I could hear the door open, and soon after I felt a sting in my left arm.
I stopped screaming, but it could hardly be called that anymore, and turned over, just in time to see a nurse, a different one this time, putting a syringe in a tin on a rolling table a few feet away. I felt very drowsy all of a sudden.
All I could think about before I fell into unconsciousness was my mother. She's dead. A corpse. And it's all my fault. I'm fully the one to blame.
Then everything went black.
-Break-
I woke with a start, to find myself staring at a cream colored ceiling and a ceiling fan whirring.
What?
I scrambled out from under the sheets and looked around. It was my room! I was in my room!
That's when I noticed that I wasn't in pain. I gingerly poked at my rib cage but felt nothing. And my thoughts were perfectly clear and not jumbled.
But it was real. Everything was. I remembered the headlights perfectly. The nurse's disgusting voice, the song, the pain (emotional and physical), the beeping machines, everything.
I shook my head and ran down the stairs. I found the person I would sell my soul to see.
"Mom!" I exclaimed, and tackled her into a hug, knocking the tofu bacon from pan on the stove to the floor. She was there!
"Freddie! Is something wrong? Do you have a fever? Do you need your vitamins? Perhaps some anti-bacterial cream or-"
"No! No, I'm okay! And so are you! But… how? I thought… what about the crash?"
"What crash honey? You're scaring me! Do I need the first aid kit?"
"No, no…. it's just… don't you remember? I was driving us to the drug store to get-"
"We didn't go out yesterday night. It must have just been a dream." She reassured me.
"No. It… it couldn't have been…"
"It had to be. I would remember if we went out." She said.
"Hm. Maybe it was. Well, let's just… not go out today, okay? No driving. No leaving, okay?"
"…Alright I suppose. But are you sure you don't want-"
"I'm sure. I have to go check on something. You stay here, okay?"
"Wait! You haven't eaten or taken your vitamins or even gotten dressed or put on-"
"I'll be right back!"
I burst into the Shay's apartment complex, sporting plaid pajama pants and a hoodie. I walked quickly into the kitchen where Spencer was pouring Sam and Carly bowls of cereal, making a happy squealing sound when he found a prize in one of the boxes.
"Nice PJs, Freddifer." Said Sam.
"You guys remember it, don't you? The crash? The hospital?" I asked, ignoring Sam's comment.
"Huh?" Said Carly.
"Last night! The crash my mom and I got into!" I said, frustrated.
"…It must've been a dream Freddie." She said.
"You remember it, don't you, Sam?" I said turning to her. She stared right back, and I had a flicker of hope.
"Face it, nub. It was a dream." She said. My face fell. I nodded slightly.
"Okay…" I murmured, and turned around to walk out.
"Wait!" Carly said, and walked over to me.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm alright. It was a dream. I'm going to go get dressed now." I said, laughing as I glanced down at my attire.
"Oh. Okay, well come over after, and the three of us can hang out, okay?" She said.
"Sure."
But I was absolutely positive. It was not a dream. Not even close. So I had no idea what in the hell was going on.
A/N: Do you like it? Please review with your honest opinion!
P.S. In case you didn't get it, Freddie's bad luck was the lights turning yellow or red when he drove up to them, which caused him to speed up at a yellow light. And he made it, the light wasn't red when he crossed over, the other person started to drive before their light was green.
If you're still confused, don't be afraid to ask questions! :)