A/N:

Go to the following link to read the first story "i'M Here For You":
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Hello fellow iCarly and Seddie fans! I did not except my first Seddie (Sam/Freddie), and first iCarly fanfic, to receive so many reviews! Thank you so much for all the reviews! :)

So, how is Freddie's family and friends coping with his death? And what is happening with Sam?

Let's read, shall we.....

NOTE: All characters are their usual ages as in the TV Series.

Read and review! :)

i'LL Remember You

-Part 1-

The atmosphere in the corridors of Ridgeway High was very "Respectable" It was even quieter, if that could ever be true for a high school with a mixture of social groups mixed together under one roof; you could practically hear the echo's of the footsteps made by the numerous students who hardly talked, their minds still on the tragic event which occurred only a week ago. It also seemed darker, emptier.......like something was missing, something didn't quite feel right, something didn't fit.

And this something created a darkness that followed one particular person, one particular girl with blonde/brownish hair, more than the numerous other students that were emotionally hurt and affected by the tragic event. And this darkness did nothing but to remind her of what exactly what was missing. And she didn't like it. She didn't like it at all.

She couldn't believe, she wouldn't believe it, she can't believe it. One of her best friends, one of the friend's she knew practically most from her childhood, was dead. But, no! She just didn't believe it. And she denied it at all costs, even when people, students, teachers, teenagers, her own freaking whore of a mother, came up to her and said words of comfort to her. To her, however, it came out as a load of crap.

They didn't care about how she felt; no-one did. They didn't know how it felt to go through what she went through. They didn't know anything! Not a thing! Nothing. They just told her what she didn't want to here; she hated being pitied on more than being lied to. And that's what they were doing to here; lying through their brilliant white smiley happy teeth. How she envied their happiness......

But she was past this now, way, way past her feelings; she didn't have time for feelings, she's had enough with feelings – Look what happened to her when she did reveal any of her feelings; it all went to crap! She was focusing on bigger things, more trouble-making things, pleasure......

"Sam, stop!" Begged a blomp boy around the same age as the girl who had the boy pinned onto his locker. "I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry for what, Gibby!?" The girl's eyes flashed with an emotion she never showed to the public....Heck, she never showed it on her best friend's popular web-show "iCarly". "You're sorry for what?" She half demanded, half screamed this sentence.

Half the students in the corridor were looking at her with fear, afraid she was going to kill the frightened boy. She felt their eyes on the back of her head and she snapped her head around at them, glaring them down a face that looked murderous, but eyes that told a different story. The group of students jumped.

"Well, what are you all looking at!?" She looked at all the students and by the time she had looked at all of them in the eye, they had all dispersed the corridor and left her with her victim; the boy who was at her mercy. She looked back at the frightened boy who winced under her stare.

"Now," She said slowly and dangerously looking down at her prey. "What are you sorry for saying?" She said it as if it was the last time she was going to ask this question.

"That you're s-sad," The boy said in quiet voice, stuttering near the end of his words. For some odd reason, he wasn't sure if it was the right answer; he prayed it was.

"And I'm not sad, am I?" It was a demand, not a question. It was a demand for her victim to say "You're not, you're not!" Not to tell her the truth. She slammed the boy against his own locker to reinforce her strength to him. "Am I!?" She said angrily, awaiting a reply from the scared blomp boy. He shook his head immediately.

"No," Her prey said, quickly. "No, of course you're not," A smile crept on to her already angry face, proud of her intimidation skills.

She wasn't very happy at what she done, but it had to be done, no matter what. She couldn't let people think she was weak....and she wasn't! She was Sam Pucket, for crying out loud! No-one in the entire school was tougher than her; she was the official winner of Arm-wrestle tournament in the whole school! She had a reputation to protect and stand by....and she wasn't going to let Gibby ruin it by commenting her about her "feelings". She had given up on her feelings.....she wasn't going to let them back in her life so easily!

"But-" The intimidating girl hadn't realised she was looking down at the corridor floor as she was thinking. Her eyes shot back up and locked with the boy's eyes, who was staring at her, curiously, wonderment...amazement? "You do look sad,"

Sam was about to let Gibby go, bored with her punching-bag and ready to go and skive-off her next lesson, English. It was the one lesson she hated out of all of her classes. Why? She never thought about the reasons. Just like how she never thought about the reason why she hated hospitals, and gadgets, and computer-stuff and even dumpsters! But she wasn't going to think of any reasons. She was going to put on an intimidating expression and play with her punching-bag so more, now changing her mind.

"What!?" The girl with blonde/brownish hair exclaimed, and the boy whimpered at the volume of her voice. She tightened her grip on him even more tightly and slammed, yet again, against his locker. "What did you say!?"

"No, I-I Did-didn't mean-" The boy clumsily fell over his words, making himself sound more like an idiot than he usually did, and Sam, mentally, laughed at his misfortune. While the boy, mentally slapped himself on the forehead. He shouldn't have said that!

Sam pulled her right hand backwards, clenched it into a tight and strong fist, ready to hit her target which was her punching-bag, or more formally known as "Gibby". The boy closed his eyes tight, ready for the pain and the impact he so stupidly was about to cause to happen to his face. But, thankfully for him, he was saved by Sam's best friend....

"Sam!" A girly with long brown hair and eyes to match, came descending down the last steps of a staircase, her clean, red English book in her hand, and her eyes, locked on to what her best friend was doing, shock evident in her eyes.

The girl whose name was called out mere seconds ago, let go of her victim, prey and punching-bag. He fell to the floor in a way which one could describe as a mixture of "Comical and fear". His books scattered on the floor and he hastily tried to retrieve them all. The girl with long brown hair, kindly helped him and smiled to him as he left the corridor to his next lesson. Both friend's were left in the corridor, alone.

"Oh!" Sam was the first to speak, putting on a voice that sounded surprised to see her friend standing there. "It's you Carl's," She put on a fake voice and a fake innocent smile to go with it, which she had used on hundreds of occasions. "What are you doing here?"

"What were you doing to Gibby?" Carly was obviously upset and Sam could tell just by the look on her face and the emotion in her voice, and emotion Sam hardly used.

"What are you talking about?" Sam said in a confused voice, her arms moving around the emphasize her thoughts. "I do that all the time to Gibby!"

"No you don't, Sam," Carly said, trying to calm her voice down. She was trying to look into Sam's eyes but, for some reason, Sam was avoiding Carly's eyes. "And you know it,"

Sam cursed Carly for knowing everything about her. She cursed "friendship" all together, for it was "friendship's" thought in the first place. But she couldn't stop but to agree with her best friend.....although, she didn't say this out loud:

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam said, denying everything Carly was telling her. She folded her arms and looked down at her feet, which where fiddling with her shoelaces. "I'm fine,"

"You don't look it," Carly said in a concerned voice, still trying to get Sam's eyes to look into her own. "You look sa-" But before Carly could finish her sentence, Sam took off down the corridor and said as she left:

"I'm going to the library," The girl who hated English lesson's shouted as she walked down the corridor. "Have fun in English, Carl's,"

"You can't deny your feelings for ever, Sam!" Carly shouted after her friend, who continued to walk away.

"Whatever," Sam replied in a dull voice. But she knew deep down that her best friend was right, she was always right.......

--

Nowadays, the school library seemed to be Sam's only place of sanctuary away from the many teachers and students she came face-to-face with. Almost half the population of the students in the school were fans of "iCarly" and, seeing how Sam co-hosted the show, many students would ask her questions about the death of the boy with brown flat hair that spiked up near the end. If it wasn't a question about how he died and if a real cause for the death was found, it was questions about when then funeral was going to take place. Even, once or twice, a teacher would ask such questions. Once even, a teacher demanded Sam to answer his questions, or she would lower Sam's grade (A D-) to an even lower grade.

Not wanting to be bombarded with questions anymore, Sam decided to take shelter from these bombs. She found the library which was the place to protect her. How? She didn't know how, really. She just knew it was the perfect place to hide from any students, including during lessons. She hated school lessons now more than she used to, if that were possible. Why? Again, she had no idea. She had also noticed that she had started to gain hatred from things that never really bothered her before but, for now, they did.

She knew that by skiving-off lessons, she had just forced the bombs of questions to hit her best friend: Carly Shay. But she figured Carly was strong enough to take them on, and she sure seemed like she could. Wait....did that mean that Sam was weak? That she couldn't even face some little questions? Was she that weak? No, she was Sam Pucket! She was strong! She was strong! She could handle anything!

But a voice at the back of her head told her otherwise.......

--

After Sam had spent the rest of the school day moping around in the school library, she left the school around 3 O'clock. She then took the subway to her best friend's apartment. Apparently, Carly had something she had to announce to her. Sam wasn't exactly in the best mood to talk to Carly, not after the little chat they had in the corridor. Sam wished she could just be left alone and not come. But her conscious (that she hardly listened to) told her "That would be mean!" And she agreed.

So here she was, about to enter the apartment building, hoping Carly wasn't about to start off "Round 2" of their unfinished chat.

As Sam entered the building and entered the warm foyer, she noticed a set of card's and an arrangement of flowers were left on Lewbert's, the apartment's doorman, desk. A small tray that was packed filled with cards and labelled "To Freddie Benson/ 1993-2009". Next to the tray was and arrangement of different flowers. Sam took a moment to look at what was in front of her, still deny that the geeky-laptop-super-dork was actually gone. But this moment was disturbed as she heard crying from behind her.

Sam turned around and there, standing in a pathetic stance, with a handkerchief, in one of her hands around her face, was the crying Ms. Benson.

"Sorry, I-" Sam started to leave, feeling she had stained her welcome around , but the sobbing mother shook her head and walked towards the tray of cards that were on the desk.

"It-it's fine," she said in a quiet weeping voice, moving closer to the tray. She was looking at something on the desk and when Sam looked at the spot where 's eyes were lying on, Sam gasped and thought Freddie had returned to her. However, when picked up the photo frame, Sam's heart sank. It was a picture of Freddie, smiling his goofy smile......that dorky smile that Sam loved. "It's OK,"

Sam heard speak and when Sam looked up at Ms. Benson and saw the weeping mother smile kindly at her, Sam jumped backwards a bit. was hugging the picture to her chest. "I love him, too," Her smile was hiding something..... a knowledge of some sort that Sam couldn't pin point on.....

"W-What?" Sam asked in a shocked and confused voice. "I-I don't l-"

"I know, Sam," Sam's heart started to race now; how the heck did find out!? She couldn't of found out!? "I've always known," This had to be a trick, it had to be! "You were the one for my Freddie-weddy,"

And at that point, Ms. Benson fell to her knees and started to sob uncontrobably, the picture of the smiling Freddie still clutched in her arms, protectively, strongly. Sam was at lost to do. She took a step forward, but Ms. Benson said:

"Don't!" Sam stood backwards and Ms. Benson went on..... "It's all my fault," she wept as she let the tears fall out of her eyes and land on the picture of Freddie. "If I hadn't have told him to wear those stupid defective anti-electric gloves, he would still be here with us.....with you," Sam had never felt so guilty in her entire life. She couldn't stand the scene that was in front of her; a mother blaming herself for the death of her son, when the one who was truly responsible was keeping quiet....herself. She mentally told herself to say something....but she didn't.

"It's my fault, all my fault....." Ms. Benson could hardly form sentences now, with her sobbing taking over. "Why did I give them to him? I'm a bad mother, such a bad mother," And she kept on sobbing, pathetic, blaming herself, crying.....

Sam felt like she should comfort her, pick her up from the floor and rub her back and....just....comfort her! Why didn't people comfort each other, nowadays? Why didn't no-one comfort her, Sam, when Freddie had passed away? And then another pang of guilt hit Sam's heart when she realised what she had thought. People had tried to comfort her....but she pushed them away.....she was done with "feelings", wasn't she? Why should she care?

Sam should do something, and she knew she should....but she didn't. She merely walked up to the staircase and started to climb the stairs; she wasn't in the mood to be "lifted" to Carly's floor. She climbed the stairs to the 34th floor and left a weeping mother to cry other her dead son, which she so truly believed, she had caused......

A/N:

And that, I'm unfortunate to announce, is the end of this story.....

No, I'm joking, obviously! This story is going to be a Two-Shot!

It was, initially, going to be a "One-Shot" but I wrote too much and decided to put into two parts. Part Two is being written as you read this! :)

So how do you like it so far? Good? Bad?

Reviews are greatly appreciated! :)

Also, this fanfic is based (And titled after) a song called "I'll Remember You" by No Secrets.

To listen to the song, go here:
www. youtube. com/watch?v=7_zpVly8vVU

Part Two is coming soon! :)