Incident

Summary: Will a dream make Freddie realize that he has feelings for Sam? Slight spoilers for iThink they kissed.

Disclaimer: Ok, I have to tell you guys something…… I don't own icarly!!! I know!! I went into my room and cried when I found out! ='( Then hid under my bed.

' ' represents thoughts " " represents talking

Freddie, Carly, and Sam are tied to chairs, and like it or not, they're scared, because the prisoners are approaching them again. But this time one of them has a knife. The knife guy- who we'll call Stabby- moved towards Sam. "No! Stay away from her!" Freddie yelled as he frantically tried to get loose.

"Spencer told us to express our emotions and I'm feeling stabby." Stabby said grinning.

"Stabby isn't an emotion!" Carly screeched.

"Shut it," said another prisoner. Carly fell silent.

"Stabby, don't kill her, we're finally out, just do what you want, but don't kill her," one of the guys- we'll call him Bobby- instructed.

"How about we don't do either," Sam said frantically. "We can let ya'll escape and you don't stab me."

"No, I'm feeling kind of stabby," Stabby argued.

In one quick movement, Stabby plunged the knife into Sam's stomach. "Sam!" Freddie and Carly screamed. Sam's head fell forward as she tried to breath but didn't exactly succeed in doing that. She was trying to get her hands out from behind her back, with little success. Freddie was literally writhing as he fought madly to get out of his bonds and help Sam. Meanwhile Stabby had withdrawn the knife from Sam and fled with Bobby.

That left them completely alone. Carly and Freddie were still fighting to help Sam. Sam was turning deathly pale and was close to losing consciousness. "Hang on Sam," Freddie encouraged, "We're going to get help."

"Mmm" was all Sam managed.

Freddie's POV

'No! Sam can't die, she just can't!" I thought helplessly. 'I'll never get to tell her what that kiss really meant to me, how much I lo-lo-love her,' 'That's right! I said it. I love Samantha Puckett!' I screeched in me head. But I noticed Carly and even Sam turn their heads to me, their eyes displaying shock.

I couldn't figure out what they were looking at me for but Carly said "What? You love Sam? I knew it!"

'What?' 'Oh my god you idiot, you said it out loud.' I scolded myself. I decided to just tell the truth and tell Sam…… Before it's too late.

Normal POV

"Ok, ok. It's true," He turned to Sam and said, "Sam, I love you so much, and that kiss was incredible." Sam just sat there completely forgetting about the hole in her stomach.

"Really?" She whispered.

"Yes, Sam, really," Freddie said calmly, very glad that he had gotten that off his chest.

Meanwhile while they were talking, Carly had done the only thing she could think of; and that was to try to chew her way out of the duck tape. She was so close, but her teeth hurt terribly.

"Got it!" Carly yelled. Sam and Freddie looked over- Sam still dazed- as Carly stood up from the chair and ran to get scissors to cut Sam out (cause it would probably hurt to tear off the tape.)

"Yes!" Freddie cheered. Then he looked over at Sam whose eyes were closed, and said, "You hear the Sam, we are going to get you to a hospital soon."

"Umm Thanks," Sam mumbled, but when she was cut out, she started to fall forward, but Carly quickly caught her and held her up. Freddie yanked the tape off of himself as fast as he could and hurried to grab hold of Sam in Carly's place. Her knee's buckled and she collapsed in Freddie's arms. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the couch where he gently laid her down and covered her with a blanket.

Carly was already calling 911. He heard her say, "Help, my friend is hurt, we need help!" Freddie shivered. He didn't like their situation one bit.

Next, he heard Carly call Spencer. She went into another room, so Freddie couldn't hear what she was saying. He looked down and noticed that he had subconsciously been rubbing Sam's hand. Even though he now knows, he didn't stop. He heard Sam's deep, slow breathing and realized that she was asleep. He was glad, because that would mean she wasn't in pain.

Freddie heard the 'ding' of the elevator and looked up. "Carly!" Freddie called.

"What's wrong?" Carly hurriedly asked, running into the living room.

"Ambulance is here," He said as the paramedics rushed over to Sam and began to ask him and Carly questions. He vaguely remembered them asking how it happened, when, and many other things. He remembered answering, but couldn't recall what he said. Carly probably took the initiative and answered.

Finally they slowly lifted Sam from the couch and onto the gurney. "Can I come with you?" Freddie asked, taking a step forward. The paramedic that wasn't carrying Sam looked at him for a second then nodded,

"Sure kid."

"Thanks," Freddie said gratefully.

"I'll go with Spencer," Carly said giving Freddie a knowing look. Freddie looked at her confused but shrugged it off and said, "Ok, see you at the hospital." He then walked to Sam's side in the elevator and the doors closed, the platform slowly glided down.

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