Disclaimer and A/N: I don't own iCarly, although Dan if you read this and like it, please feel free to use it. Just mention me in the credits or something. Also, I am starting to like Cibby, he's sweet and goofy. I would think Carly wouldn't be so shallow and actually look beyond physical appearance.

Carly POV

During that whole situation where Freddie had almost killed Brad I finished the champagne Gibby had brought. The boys went to the bar and I was left alone with Sam.

"Was that Freddie?" I nodded and noted her lack of some insulting nickname. "Why did he leave so quickly?"

"Really? You don't know why?" I was a little tipsy so the words I would normally have held back spilled out in a word vomit flood. "You spurn him after he's known you for so many years, then the next time he sees you your fiancé insults him and gets in his face. Brad is lucky not to be carted out of here in an ambulance."

I took a deep breath as I heard the shriek of the back wheel of Freddie's motorcycle on the pavement, this was going to be a rough situation. I can't believe she didn't send him an e-mail or something. I mean we are all still friends, she could have told him she was getting married.

The boys came back and I was glad for the break in the awkward, Gibby handed me another champagne. I think he planned on carrying me out of here, and I noticed Gibby's third orange juice, and the tray Brad carried.

I made note of the tray for a simple reason, it held two beers and about five shots. I sighed again, it seemed my best friend changed a lot over our years apart.

"So how's your new album coming Sam?" I tried to change the subject, praying silently that everyone would get off the other subject.

"Who was that a**hole?" Brad said after he downed all five of the shots of various alcohols.

"That was our friend Freddie." I said rather curtly, wanting to bite his head off for calling Freddie that. I was used to name calling, but that stepped a little over the line of friendship.

"What a loser." Brad said as he sat back with one of the beers.

Sam had taken the other beer and was staring at it, and turning the bottle in her fingers so that it swung like a pendulum. Normal Sam would have jumped at the opportunity to call Freddie every kind of name she could think of, but somehow this Sam was different. She actually looked upset that Freddie had left, I knew some things happened between them shortly before Freddie left Seattle to join the FBI, but what they were, neither had ever shared with me.

I stood half mumbled something about the ladies room and grabbed Sam and dragged her with me. She didn't really object as she set the beer down and followed me.

We got to the ladies room and I had to sit down to keep my head from swimming. Sam sat next to me on the couch that they kept in here, I assume for this very reason. "What is wrong with you?" I said quite blatantly

"I was a stupid, stupid pregnant girl." She said in a low whisper that I had to put my ear next to her to hear. She covered her face with her hands and began to sob, I hadn't seen Sam cry many times. This was like no other, "We were kinda drunk, me and Freddie, it was before we graduated. A few weeks before he said he loved me, I was scared, you know my home situation." I nodded, I knew where this conversation was going, so that was the real reason Sam didn't come to my birthday that year, she didn't want to explain her pregnant belly.

I wrapped my arms around her and she continued to cry, I think she started to cry more actually. 'I'm sorry." I whispered, now feeling a little bad for my accusatory tone. She shook her head, blonde curls bouncing.

I sighed and prayed silently that Freddie would be okay, he was such a tender hearted guy, always like another brother.

I had waited for Freddie to confess he loved Sam from high school through college, and when he finally did her reaction was not one I would have wanted to see either. Being her best friend I knew she was scared of the feelings she had for Freddie, now I wished everything had turned out differently.

A heavy knock on the door stunned us both out of our individual thought processes. I wished I could read her mind, know what she was thinking right now. "Sam! It's time to go, hurry up!" His words were slurred horribly. She wiped her tears on the back of her hand, "Thanks Carly" she whispered as she stood and inspected herself in the mirror. Her eyes were all red and puffy, but I don't think she cared much because she headed for the door.

I left the bathroom after a few more minutes and met with Gibby at our table, "Let's go sweetie." He smiled and nodded. Hooking my arm with his to steady me, when we managed to get outside the wash of red and blue lights outside had me curious. Two cop cars blocked in a luxury car that could only be Brad's. They had him pulled out of the car and splayed on the hood of it, Sam was standing off to the side, stone faced, unlike I had seen her moments ago.

The valet went to pull the car around and I noticed Gibby wave, I turned in the direction, wondering who he might be waving to. It was then I saw a small wave back, then the guy in the black leather jacket on the motorcycle accelerated down the street.

It was hard to believe Freddie had pegged this guy so thoroughly in the span of about 90 seconds he met him. He knew he would get drunk, and then try to drive, the FBI had changed Freddie for the better. I motioned Sam over and surprisingly she joined us.

"You want a ride to your hotel?" I said as Gibby's car emerged from the valet lot, it came to a stop in front of us.

"Sound's good" Sam said. Gibby opened the door for her, and after she climbed in walked me around the car and opened my door as well. I kissed his cheek before slipping into the seat.

I turned around in my seat to see Sam smiling as the motorcycle passed our car doing a wheelie; he had obviously turned around and went back past us to go to his apartment. I turned back to face the front, I was gonna say something, but after I saw that rare smile, I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was.