iWill Come Back

Disclaimer- I do not own the origional cast of iCarly. But I do own this story, and these characters- Michael, Nathan, Jennifer, and Chris.

A/N- I know. I should be working on iPass Notes. But this idea has been bugging me a lot. So I decided to put my ideas down on paper. I'll still update iPass Notes often, though. Anyway, back to this story. It is slightly an AU story. The majority of it will take place in the early 1940's, during WWII. The rest of it will be present day time. You'll get it when you read. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1- Parallel Relationships

Many people argue that love and hate, two very different words, share a fine line. Though to some, that same line is undefined. In other words, it can be shifted, and blurred together. Hate is often thought of as a destructive passion, one that should be eradicated. But, as countless people have proved over their lifetimes, love can be just as – if not more – destructive. But when you put those two strong emotions together, an unstable bond can be formed. That bond is known to many as a love-hate relationship. And that's exactly what young Michael Benson has come in contact with.

"But dad! Why do I have to apologize? She started it," Michael whined to his father. Nathan Benson ran his hand through his hair, sighing in exasperation.

"I don't care if you started it or not. You are my son, and I am telling you to apologize. It is the polite thing to do," Nathan stated. He walked down the hall to his den, his son trailing behind him. Pausing in the doorway, he gave Michael a stern look. "You will tell her you're sorry tomorrow. Is that clear?" After Michael nodded glumly, his father shut the door to his office. The sixteen-year old leaned against the wall in defeat, weary from the days adventures.

Michael's sworn enemy, a girl by the name of Christina "Chris" Dawson, constantly picked on him. Though he tried to stand up for himself, Chris always found a way to best him. Take today at school, for example.

*Flashback*

"Hey Michey. Mind if I join you?" Michael looked up from the book he was reading to see a smirking Chris. He sighed in annoyance, before placing the book down.

"Kinda," Michael retorted. You see, Chris is the school's "tough-girl." Though only 5"3' in height, she is feared throughout the school by every kid. Well, every kid except Michael.

"Well, too bad. Since when have I ever listened to what you said?" She slid next to him, and rested her feet on the table. "So, what'cha doing, dork."

"Well, I was reading," he said. He glanced over at Chris before asking, "So, where's Dustin?" Dustin is Chris' boyfriend.

"Don't even bring up that loser. I found out he tried to cheat on me with Jenn!" Michael's eyes widened slightly at the news. Jennifer Brooks was Chris' best friend.

"Wow. What a jerk. How are you holding up," he asked, frowning a bit. Even though they constantly act as if they despise each other, both know that deep down, they are friends. They're teasing is more friendly if anything.

"I'll live," she answered, looking down. She noticed Michael's book on the table, so she reach out and grabbed it. "Advanced Mechanism: Robotic Design and Functions," she read. Michael was known around school to have a passion for building and designing robotics. Chris laughed, tossing the book carelessly back onto the table.

"Once a nerd. Always a nerd," she sang. She gave him a light punch on the shoulder. Well, light to her.

"OWW!" Michael complained, rubbing his sour shoulder. He sneered at Chris, who just rolled her eyes. "Why do you always have to be such an aggressive demon? Leave me alone," he said, pushing her slightly.

"Michael Benson. I will not have you speak to other students like that," the school's principal, Robert Garret said strictly, looming over them. Chris stuck her tongue out at him.

"I was just joking," he attempted weakly, cowering.

"There is no call for that behavior," he said. He motioned for Michael to follow him. Michael slumped his shoulders sadly, before trudging after him. He looked back and glared at Chris, who was smirking happily.

*End Flashback*

Later that night, as Michael was getting ready for bed, his father came into his room. Michael glanced up at him before returning to his previous activity.

"Hey Michael. Sorry about snapping at you earlier," Nathan apologized, sitting on his son's bed. Michael ignored his father, grabbing his pajama's. Nathan sighed, and patted the space next to him.

"Come here," Michael walked slowly to his bed and flopped down. "I know how you feel."

"No you don't!" Michael cried. He lay back on the bed, resting his hands behind his head. "Do you have to constantly deal with a girl picking on you?" His father smiled slightly, lying back also.

"No, but I know someone who did," he said mysteriously. Michael looked at him curiously.

"Who?"

"My parents! As a kid, your grandfather used to tell me about all the times you grandma got him into trouble," he said. Michael raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"So, you mean Grandpa was in the same position as me?" Michael asked. His father chuckled, before responding.

"You could say that."

"But wait. That's not true. Grandma and grandpa got married. So they couldn't have been in the same type of situation," Michael said.

"Well, that's where you're wrong! Your grandparents didn't always love each other. In fact, I'd say at one point they hated one another!" His father grinned. Michael, getting curious, began to further question his dad.

"Well, how did they get together?"

"Well it all started the day your grandpa enlisted for World War II…"

*Flashback*

Freddie Benson twiddled his thumbs nervously as he stared at his two best friends, Samantha Puckett and Carly Shay. All three of them were seated in the corner table of the Groovy Smoothies, their favorite hang-out. Sam decided to break the ice.

"Okay Freddork. What's the big, important news you wanted to tell us?" She asked in annoyance. Freddie looked down nervously. Carly watched him in confusion, and took a sip of her smoothie.

"Well…I enlisted in the war," he said quickly, studying their faces for a reaction. This earned him smoothie all over his face. "Eww, Carly," he said, wiping the gunk from his face with a napkin.

"Well, what did you expect? You just told us you're going off to the war, Freddie," she cried throwing her hands up in the air. "Why would you do such a thing?" Sam just continued to look blankly ahead, her expression unreadable.

"Well, can you blame me. I wanted to serve my country," he said. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "You of all people should understand!"

"Yes, I do understand. I already have to deal with the worry my father could be killed at any second! I don't want to have to feel the same for you, too!" She closed her eyes tightly, blocking off any tears from escaping. Freddie sighed softly, also trying to blink back tears.

"I'm sorry, Carls. It's what I have to do." He looked at his hands, which were now tightly curled up in fists. Carly started to sob softly.

"When are you leaving," she said through her tears. Freddie looked up, taking in her tear-stricken face.

"In two weeks," he said softly. Sam, at that moment, seemed to snap out of her reverie.

"I got out of bed for this? I don't care what you do, nub," she snapped, getting up. She strutted out the door. As Freddie watched her leave, he suddenly knew what it felt like to have your heart ripped out and torn to pieces.

It wasn't until she was safely at home, in her own bed, did she let the tears fall from her eyes. It was then that she knew what it felt like to half your heart break in half.

*End Flashback*

A/N- Well, there you have it. And no, this is not finished. This story is actually going to be pretty long... Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review!