First icarly fanfic ever but I've tried to keep them in character.
Also this story will be a Fencer fic so if you no likey then you no ready.
It is also an icarly and silent hill crossover.

(Also its kinda half betad… XD so any mistakes are my own)
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It had been 2 years since Carly left for Italy but to Spencer it felt like 10. He missed having his sister around and Sam. Sure he had Freddie and Gibby come around and keep him company from time to time but there was only so much Gibby one person could take.

He was working on his newest sculpture; from bits of old bikes he found in the junk yard, when a knock came at the door and then a Freddie, "Can I come in?" he asked smirking holding onto the door handle casually.

Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Yeah sure! I can't see why not!" he said in mock joy whilst going back to his sculptor. He got his blow torch out and started smouldering bits of the bike together.

Freddie walked up to the kitchen counter resting and crossing his arms on it, "What'd you doing?"

Spencer stopped smouldering and put the blowtorch on the floor. He then proceeded to walk around the sculptor to stand behind it. The sculpture so far consisted of a red old fashioned steel bike in the middle, the seat hand handle bars removed and replaced with other bike frames, some full and some in parts. All going up and forming a tree like shape.

Spencer tapped one of the bikes frames, "This is my newest sculpture I call it bike tree!" He said proudly grinning.

His face instantly dropped when he heard the boy snort, "What?!" he asked throughing his hands in the air.

Freddie shook his head still trying to hold in his laughter, "No, nothing it's just" he snorted again, "Bike tree?"

Spencer huffed placing his hands on his hips, "Well you come up with a better name mister smarty pants!"

Freddie shook his head again a fond smile forming on his lips, "No. No Bike tree will do"

Spencer nodded in agreement, "Good!"

He was about to continue on telling Freddie about the sculptor when his phone started to ring. He quickly dashed over to the kitchen counter where it was and answered it, "Hello"

"Hi Spencer! Dads got a job near Boston so I'm coming home!" his heart skipped a beat when he heard the reply. Carly

It was Carly he was so overrun with joy that his forgot how to breathe or move or even speak. After a minute of silence Carly asked if he was alright, "No! I'm fine it's just… Are you really coming home?!"

Carly laughed at her older brother, "Yes! I'm packing right now. I've bought you a present by the way I hope you'll like it"

Spencer smiled, "I'm sure I'll love anything you give me kiddo"

"Well you better! It cost 12 euros, 12 euros!" She shouted down the phone at him.

He couldn't help but laugh at her, "How long do I have to wait until I can hug my baby sister to death?" he asked looking at Freddie who was looking wide eyed at him. He had to quickly turn away from him a blush forming on his cheeks. He coughed to cover it up. Unsuccessfully, as Freddie tilted him head to the left, his brows frowning in confusion.

"4 to 5 days" She said. He could hear rustling of bags in the background she really was backing already.

"Your packing a bit early aren't you?"

"No! Besides I want to make sure I have packed everything. I've bought some Zeppoles for Sam to eat, no doubt shed want some" he heard more rustling then nothing but his sisters breathing, it calmed him to hear her, even her breathing was relaxing.

"I have to go now Spence. I'll call you closer to the time" then she hung up.

Spencer bent over himself fisting the air in silent joy, his mouth open like his was screaming. Freddie got up from the counter giddy. He jumped up and down on the spot, "Was that Carly? Is she coming home?"

Spencer looked up at the teenager and nodded his head, "Yep!"

They hugged each other jumping around in circles like excited teen age girls.
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Spencer spent the rest of the day phoning people organising a surprise party for when Carly came home.

He then sighed and dialled the phone for the last time. He waited for a while then as soon as the dial tone ended he shouted down the phone, "Carlys coming home!"

He snorted as he heard a gasp from the other end of the phone, "What was that for hobknocker!"

He couldn't hold in his laugh anymore and bellowed it out down the phone at Sam dropping it onto the fall as he fell.

"Hey! Hey!" he stopped laughing and held the phone to his ear, "Yeah sorry Carlys coming home. You free either Friday or Saturday"

"I know that dickweed. I'll be down in a few days" she then hung up the phone. Spencer moved the phone so he could look at it, his eyes widened his eyebrows rising as he did so. 'Did Sam just use an actually insult?'
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Spencer was sitting on the couch watching girly cow when Freddie walked in, "Hey Fredster" he said as he turned to look at the boy smiling.

Freddie nodded and went to sit next to him on the couch a little too close but Spencer hardly noticed, "Your mum annoying you again or something?" He asked as he looked at the teen in concern. He was frowning whilst watching the Tv his hands forming into fists.

"I just found out my dad is a live" he said his glare intensifying.

Spencer turned his body to face him, "What?"

Freddie turned to look at him, "I thought my dad was dead. That's what my mum told me anyway. But I just got a phone call from him".

Spencer frowned, if it was true his mother had lied about his dads death, then it was a truly sick thing for Merissa to have done, "How do you know it was really him?"

"I… I'm not sure I just do. He knew things that no one else knows about me and my mum… I don't even think a private detective would have known them. Even if he did a thorough job before you ask" Freddie sighed and closed his eye leaning back against the back of the couch relaxing into it.

"Right…" Spencer got up and walked towards the kitchen opening the fridge and got out two root beers. Opening them he went back to sit next to Freddie, "So Tell me about him" he said as he handed Freddie a beer.

Freddie sighed again, "I don't actually know a lot about him but he was a sales manager for a retail firm was up in Maine and was up there for most of time. I… he apparently went to some town up there when I was born and died in a car crash".

Spencer watched a Freddie took a sip of his drink not really paying attention to what he was saying. He watched his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed his beer. He fidgeted on the couch, moving to cover up his trousers which were obviously beginning to tent. He hated that Freddie was starting to do this to him. He never used to but over the past 2 years Spencer started seeing Freddie in a new light and started to admire how much the boy loved tech and trains and world of warlords and galaxy wars and well everything the boy admired even if some of the things he liked before he liked even more now.

He coughed and moved again, "So…." He said prolonging the o.

Freddie looked to Spencer and chuckled a little bit, "Sorry Spencer. You properly don't want me moping about. I... Well just thank you"

"Nah… mope all you want" he said smiling lovingly down at the boy who was looking at the root beer bottle in his lap.

"Thanks" Freddie replied as he stared into Spencers eyes.
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