A/N: I had a dream about this and now...well, here it is.

Disclaimer: iCarly belongs to the genius known as Dan Schneider.

Summary: When the iCarly gang is in a car accident, Sam winds up in the hospital. When she wakes up, she discovers that she is in between life and death. Will she hold on to save true love? (Sam's POV)

**Dedication: To the strongest of loves, the ones who stretch from the beginning to the end.

**Theme song: Beginning of the End by Steve Moakler

Chapter 1: Complicated Feelings

You don't always expect the worse thing in life will happen to you, but when it does you realize what you have to do to get to the beginning of the end and who you rely on to get you there.

Freddie was driving that night. He had just received his license, so we decided that we'd go to a new Japanese place to celebrate. The nub had a grin on his face the entire night. It wasn't shocking; his mom hadn't let him get one until he was eighteen and he'd worked hard for it. I have to confess; I was glad to see him happy. So, I decided I wouldn't insult him or be rude that night, and I hadn't although, if force of habit, I kind of wanted to.

I was in the passenger seat. Carly was in the back with Gibby and they were fighting about what kind of sushi they had eaten. Yeah, I don't have an explanation for that...

Freddie eyes were fixed on the road, almost as to prove himself worthy of a license. My eyes stared out the window, watching the dim colors of the trees that hid behind the darkness of the sky.

"Thanks," Freddie said, breaking the band of silence between us. He'd never thanked me for anything. When I gave a look of puzzlement, he explained, "for paying."

I had paid because it was a big deal and well, I can't say I didn't enjoy myself. It felt good to hear that from him.

"You're welcome," He smiled for the umpteenth time that evening.

That's the last feeling I would feel before it happened; complete and utter joy. Somehow, seeing him happy because of something I did, made me feel like he still cared.

The last thing I remember was seeing a big truck. It was coming directly at us. Then, before I could fathom what was happening, Freddie, knowing he couldn't stop in time, jumped over me. He mumbled something, but I couldn't understand it. The truck hit us, and that was when it went dark.


I awoke and stood up, glancing around to see where I was. It was a hospital room. Memories of the accident flooded through my head. Carly, Freddie and Gibby were the first thing that came to my mind.

A little panicked, I walked out into the hallway. They were all three there. My worries eased when I saw them; Freddie only had a broken arm and Carly and Gibby were fine. They looked preoccupied and afraid. I decided to speak, realizing that they hadn't probably seen me, "Hey, guys."

There was no movement or sound. I tried again, but failed to get a response. Before I could try for a third time, Freddie spoke, "This is all my fault."

"Freddie, no it's not," He looked down, studying the patterned floor, "it could've happened to anyone."

"I was driving, Carly!" Freddie exclaimed, "Sam's dying!" What was he talking about?

"Freddie, I'm fine," I said, sitting next to him, "I'm here." Once again, no one acknowledged me, leaving me to ponder what was happening.

"It's my fault she's in here," He was on the verge of crying; his eyes filled with tears, "It's my fault she might never wake up."

"Freddie! I'm not dead! Listen to me!" I grabbed his shoulders, but something strange happened, causing me to step backwards.

My hands went through is shoulders.

"I should've been the one in the passenger seat," Carly came over and hugged him, and told him that it wasn't his fault and that everything would be alright.

A doctor came, causing everyone to stand up in alert, "Mr. Benson was very lucky. Even though he jumped over Miss Puckett, he received minimal injuries," I swallowed, knowing the reason for him being less injured, "Samantha, however, is in a coma."

That was it, I demanded to know why everyone was ignoring me, and why they were saying I was dying, "Someone listen to me! Hear me! I'm here! I'm alive!"

The doctor walked away, and Spencer came down the hallway and hugged Carly. She caught him up on what happened.

"Oh, and, I almost forgot," Spencer reached into his brown coat pocket, "The police came by, and told me they recovered this from the car." Mrs. Benson was out of town, which I was rather thankful for, if you know what I mean. It was a small, silver box that I'd never seen before and Benson looked as if he'd never glanced upon it either. He opened it and there was a necklace. I watched as he gazed upon the pendant. It was engraved.

"GETTING TO THE END IS LIKE REACHING A NEW BEGINNING"

"My dad gave me this," He explained, "He told me to give it to the most important person to me; the one I fall in love with," He clutched it in his hands, holding on to it, "and when I do find her, I'll finally be able to reach the happiness of the end and the excitement of a whole new beginning." Carly smiled, touched by his dad's words. Gibby looked down, seeing that the memory of Freddie's dad truly haunted him.

Freddie's dad died in a plane crash eight years before. When we were together, he'd talk about him all the time. I knew how much that necklace meant to him and that it was the last piece of his dad that existed.

"I can't give it to anyone," He said, shocking the others, "not now." Spencer looked at him, trying to understand.

"Is there someone you want to give it to?" I wait for an answer. His face looked more sullen than ever.

"Yeah," He was clutching the necklace so hard by then, his knuckles began to turn white, "on the night we broke up, I had this in my pocket because I loved her more than I have ever loved anyone. The reason I still do is because I never stopped. Then, we were in and out of love and I don't know. I guess I just hope that I'll be able to give it to her before it's too late."

He smiled a bit, and a tear fell onto the necklace, "I just want to say it to her, to let her know how I feel before...she's gone forever. Because of this, I don't know if I'll have the chance now."

I started to let tears loose, now in understanding. I was still confused about why they kept saying I was dying, but all I know is that he's in love...and who he's in love with.

"I love you too." I said, still not getting a response.

"You still love her," Carly said in realization, "...Sam." He nodded and now I was crying.

Before anyone could respond, a nurse said they could come a see me now.

"They can see me! I'm right here!" I was determined to know why this was happening. I followed as they went into the room I just came out of.

I walked around them and my eyes blinked, not believing what they were seeing.

My body was still on the hospital bed.

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