I own nothing from iCarly. This story is completely fan made, and not meant to offend anybody.

Sam's POV

12 AM on a Saturday morning.

"Sam… Sam… SAM!" Freddie hollered in attempt to wake her up.

"What do you want Benson. And where am I?" I responded

"On my couch… I found you lying on the floor in the main lobby when I was getting the mail. You looked like you got knocked out." He muttered to himself, "Must have been something big to knock HER out…" but I overheard him.

"Y-yeah, like that could ever happen! I probably just, well, um… tripped over something. Yeah that's it. And Carly's door is never locked. Why didn't you drop me off there?" My voice was shaking.

Why was I stuttering and stumbling over my words? That sort of chiz doesn't happen to momma. Especially around Fredward Benson. I shed the warm blanket covering my body and sat up, looking right into his eyes.

"Well her door was locked. Believe me, I tried. And I didn't want to just leave you in the hall way so I um…" His eyes met mine, gleaming.

I tried to look away but I could not make myself do it. I really hadn't thought about it before, but he has amazing eyes. My confused expression uncontrollably became a smirk.

Finally able to speak again, he said "I brought you into my apartment and put you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket." He caught my obvious smirk and asked, "What…?"

"Why would you, of all people, want me in their apartment? Why here instead of the hall way outside of it? And by the way, nice Galaxy Wars blanket."

Now he was smirking, too. I had seen that smirk many times before, but it never occurred to me how, well, cute it is. I really wanted to know what he was thinking, but I wasn't about to ask. He was still talking, but I was so lost in his eyes I couldn't think of anything to say.

"What are you thinking Sam?" I thought to myself. I eventually snapped myself out of this little trance and acted like my usual self. I heard Freddie's mom stirring somewhere in the apartment and ran out of there as quickly as I could… Freddie still talking. He didn't even notice I was gone.

The door slammed behind me. I leaned against the wall outside, my breath heavy. I wasn't sure what to do or what to think anymore. I hate Freddie, and I'm pretty sure he hates me. He's in love with Carly, that fool, she's never going to love him back. I could feel my body tense up and my heart racing. Why is it worse now that I'm out of there? Just try to shake everything that just happened out of your head, Puckett, you'll be fine!

I didn't realize that I was thinking out loud and not just to myself. There she was, standing right in front of me. No, not Mrs. Benson, but Carly. Apparently she heard the door slamming and thought something was up. I didn't hear her at all, but she must have heard my mumbling that I thought was just in my head.

"Sam… You okay? Why are you crying and talking to yourself and about Freddie" she questioned.

I didn't realize I was crying, and what was there to cry about, really? But I looked at my hands and they were wet and had streaks of tears. It was weird.

"N-nothing. I'm okay. Urrr… let's go work on iCarly." I wasn't okay but I needed to get my mind on a new track.

"But it's like 1pm on a Saturday… why aren't you at home, sleeping or something? And aren't those the same clothes you were wearing yesterday?" she said, quizzically.

"Yeah and why does it matter? But can I borrow some stuff from you? This stuff is itchy now… Oh and why was your door locked last night? It never is."

"Sure you can borrow some" at that moment she turned around, confused and asked, "why do you know my door was locked last night?"

"I, uh, well, it's like…" I really didn't feel like sharing what Freddie told me, and how or where I woke up. I needed to change the subject. "You got any root beer, I could def go for one right about now."

"Yeah, you know where it is. I'll be right back." she said in a suspicious tone.

"You have GOT to get better hold of yourself. You are usually so good at lying, why is now any different? It isn't like you robbed a bank or anything." But what I thought felt worse than I could think robbing a bank would be like. I mean Benson? It was really sweet of him for him to do what he did for me, and when I woke up I didn't feel like punching his face in. It felt, whataya call it? Peaceful.