Dear Fanfic Reader,

Yes, the "iOMG" alternate/possible endings are everywhere. But I don't see one quite like mine (yet) so I figure I might as well post this. Review please!

-rmay

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. Or Spanish soap operas.

Carly stared out the window, a shocked expression on her face. Thoughts raced through her head.

She had just watched Sam kiss Freddie. And then they had talked for a minute. And now Freddie had grabbed Sam and they were kissing. Again. And again. And again…

Gibby walked over to Carly, who was trying to get a better view out the window. "Hey, Carly, we need to work on… HOLY DOUGHNUTS! WHAT ARE SAM AND FREDDIE DOING OUT THERE?"

Brad came over to the window, where Carly and Gibby stood in shock. "Have you guys seen Sam and Freddie? I found something on the computer that… Is that Sam and Freddie? What are they… Are they… Uhhh…. Wow."

Spencer had managed to break his way out of the box. "Carly! Gibbster! I will never let you lock me in that thing again! That was the most traumatizing… Whoa! Look at Sam and Freddie! That's even more amorous than daytime Spanish soap operas!" Gibby and Brad both gave Spencer a strange look. Spencer tried to recover. "Not that I watch soap operas. Or use the word "amorous". Or care about romance. Or Sam and Freddie's relationship… yeah…"

There was an awkward silence. Gibby cleared his throat. "So… you guys want to do an activity or something that will let us forget about this?"

"I'm in."

"Me too! Wait! Is that a beavcoon?" Spencer ran out of the room and into the hallway.

"What's a beavcoon?" Brad asked Gibby.

"An animal that has the head of a beaver, and the rump of a raccoon."

"…"

"Hey, I'm just telling you what Spencer told me."

"Eh, okay I guess."

"You wanna go now?"

"Sure. Carly? You coming?" Brad asked. "Uhhh… Carly? You there?" He waved a hand in front of her face.

Gibby poked Carly's arm with a pencil. She didn't respond. "Dude, I think she's broken."

"Huh. So… what should we do with her?"

"Leave her here, I guess."

"Kay. You want some fudge? I have some in my locker."

"O' course!" Gibby and Brad went to go get fudge. Carly was left to stare out the window.

An hour later…

"Brad my man, you make good fudge."

"Thanks!"

"No, really, it's a talent. A gift!"

"I've been told that before… Hey, Carly is still here."

Gibby poked her with a pencil again. "Nope, still not responding."

"Should we call a hospital or something?"

"Nah, I've got something like this for emergencies." Gibby pulled out a tape recorder from his back pocket and pressed play. Mandy-the-psychotic-duck-girl's voice filled the air. Carly screamed, took the recorder out of Gibby's hand and smashed it on the ground until the awful voice stopped. She stopped suddenly and, looking surprised, tried to focus on the two boys standing in front of her.

Brad looked confused. "You just keep that thing in your back pocket?" he asked Gibby.

"Yep."

"For emergencies?"

"Yep."

"Does this happen a lot or something?"

Before Gibby could answer, Carly interrupted. "Sam kissed Freddie!"

"We know."

"Sam is in love with Freddie!"

"We know that too."

"Oh." Carly went silent for a moment. "Are they, you know, still out there?"

Brad looked outside. "Yep. But they stopped."

Carly processed this for a moment. She seemed to be making a decision about something. "Guys? Let's pretend that we never saw this, okay?"

"Why?"

"I dunno… it just seems right. Sam and Freddie are probably going to 'never speak of it again', so I feel like we should too."

"But…"

"Must I remind you that Sam has a lot of ex-convicts for relatives? Must I remind you that I can make them hurt you both very badly?"

Brad and Gibby paled.

"Hey, Brad? Do you remember anything that happened in the last forty-five minutes? Because I sure don't."

"Nope, can't remember at all. I think we ate some fudge, but that's about it."

Carly smiled evilly. "Good!" She patted them both on the heads and walked out of the room. Brad and Gibby soon followed.

Meanwhile…

"Hey, Sam? Do you think we should tell Carly that we saw her watching us?"

"Nah. Let her worry about it for a little bit."

"Meh, if you say so. When do you want to tell her about… well… us? You know, together?"

"When we go inside."

The sound of crickets filled the air.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah, Fredweird?"

"I think I love you too."