Overtime

Summary: Sam, Freddie, and Carly are now sophomores in college. Carly is far away at an Ivy League School; Freddie is studying film at the University of Seattle; Sam has been kicked from her home and currently has now place to go... cept Freddie's Apartment. Even after 12 years of friendship, Freddie and Sam discover that perhaps they know each too well and not at all. SEDDIE

A/N: I LIVE!!!!! No seriously, I am back from my 6 mouth hiatus (*cough crap internship *cough) While I am sure the 5 pple who read this sentence will probably have never heard of me. I have to say, it's good to be back. After catching up to iCarly's current airings, I have had a sudden urge to write a down-to-earth maturish rendering of Sam and Freddie. (Two common comments I see in my old reviews is my enthusiasm for fantasy and sci-fi elements and forced rapid maturing of the show's interpretation of the characters) BTW I have no idea what's going to happen to my previous unfinished stories as I have to go back and try to remember where I was going for each one.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, if I did, I'd jump the shark and add too many Seddie moments

Prologue

Senior Year:

"Hey! Dorkface!" quipped a familiar (yet still annoying) voice to Freddie's ears as he lost his previous train-of-thought. The now tall brunette awkwardly straightened his rapidly-growing legs in order to stand and face his old frenemy. A petite blonde stood in the doorway to the A/V club's editing room leaning against the wooden-post in a cocky fashion usually reserved for gang leaders.

"Hey Sam," responded Freddie in a tired fashion. Sam's infamous nicknames for Freddie had become a norm long ago and now produced nothing except a sensation of familiarity between the two. While still possibly the most likely duo of the student body to explode in a fiery argument at the drop of the hat, the two had mellowed out in their high school years.

"Working on your portfolio for college?" Sam flipped the chair next to Freddie backwards and flopped over it in the most ungraceful position possible. She looked over at the screen and saw a video of her and Carly sitting in bathtubs debating the importance of coffee and the stink bomb and a surge of nostalgia consumed her. "Ah, watching clips from the good-old days."

"Close, I'm making a video collage for Carly's 18th birthday," replied Freddie as he clicked on the screen a few times adjusting the brightness of video. Sam blew out a sigh over what had to be the most pathetic one-sided love in all of Seattle. Ten years and Freddie was still pining over the girl-next-door. Preparing to leave before she felt sick, Sam was caught short by an exasperated sigh from Freddie.

"I've wasted my entire life, haven't I?" Freddie looked over at the calendar to see that only a handful of weeks remained for their high school life. Sam took a deep breath and pondered either a insulting-yet-safe response or a supporting-yet-uncomfortable one. She eventually decided on teasing sarcasm.

"I wouldn't say your "entire" life," quipped Sam. She got up and rotated the chair around again and laid back in a slump. She suspected she might be here for a while. Quickly trying to think of something to say, Sam grasped at straws. "You helped with iCarly."

"Which is something I only did for Carly."

"There was that movie you made last year."

"Which I only did for Carly."

"You tried swing dancing lessons," chuckled Sam. She tried to hide her smile seeing Freddie's cringing face but the memory was too funny.

"Which not only I failed at miserably, but I did only for Carly."

"There was that time you hit Pete, and the entire female population of Ridgeway threatened to tar and feather you."

"That was…" Freddie chuckled and glanced over at Sam, who was browsing through Freddie's video collage and bit his tongue. "I forget." Silence passed between the two. Freddie focused on a crack in the ceiling while Sam continued to roll the mouse all around the pad.

"She accepted the invitation to Harvard," Sam said after a minute of reflection and passed the mouse back to Freddie.

"I know. She tells me things too." Freddie scrolled forward through a clip with the mouse-wheel and then scrolled back, not paying any particular attention to the screen anymore.

"You still going to the University of Seattle?" asked Sam picking up one of the club's camcorders from the table next to her and starting playing with it.

"Yeah, going to study film there. You?" Freddie paused for a moment, wondering if he had just asked a question he shouldn't have.

"I… I'm keeping my options open." Sam said quickly. She struggled to change the subject, "You going to ask Carly to the prom?"

"Heh…" Freddie finally closed his editing program, and turned to face Sam, "No, I am going to let her go. I think I'm going to sit this one out. I do have my college portfolio to work on a bit more."

"Why?" asked Sam curiously, "She doesn't have a boyfriend right now, and Carly's most likely to say yes now, especially for this."

"To be honest, I don't think I'd know what to do if she did say yes. Plus, she's leaving to go halfway across the country. I think it's healthier if I just give her up now while I'm still ahead."

Sam put down the camcorder, and looked up at Freddie (an action that still bothered her. She never got used to him being taller than her) "You didn't waste your life pining for her. You wouldn't be Freddie without Carly."

Freddie chuckled before responding, "Forgive me for saying that line seemed way too cheesy to be coming out of your mouth."

Sam sighed and gave up on hiding it. "Guess it's just habit I've picked up lately. I'm going to start writing… short stories probably. I have a few things I'd like to submit as soon as the school year ends." Freddie started chuckling and after glancing at the expression on Sam's face started full-out laughing.

"Hey! I've written plenty of scripts for skits on the show. I can do this!" Freddie put a hand over his chest to try to calm himself down.

"I'm just hoping it isn't romance you're planning on getting into." Sam smacked Freddie aside the head.

Freddie's laughter slowly subsided and looked over at Sam seriously, "You think we can really live without her?"

Sam took upon a philosophical look and laid deeply back into her chair, "To be honest I don't know. I hope so…"

A/N: Hello everyone, I'll be starting slow on this one while debating what to do with my other stories. I should have enough time to manage hopefully two, possible three with regular updates again. I really want to get back to Seddie: Year One.