Summary - When the iCarly gang head to Webicon again in their senior year, how will Sam and Freddie react when Carly reveals their greatest secret to a room of crazy fans? A secret they themselves had yet to come to terms with... Spencer and Guppy guest star, and the 'stumes make a comeback!

Disclaimer - If I owned iCarly, Socko would probably be a main character by now, and would be a hardcore Seddie shipper like Spencer and Carly. Unfortunately, I do not. I know, sad times...

A/N - I couldn't wait, I had to update today! Thanks to all you guys who Story Alert-ed or Favourite-ed this fic (are those even real terms?) and a huge massive thank you and hugs to Embrace Your Inner Gibby, Dark Onyx, DannySamLover20, Joyoxo and Nola for the lovely reviews. Here it is, chaper 2.

I want you to want me - Cheap Trick

I want you to want me

I need you to need me

I'd love you to love me

I'm begging you to beg me

Spencer bid his little sister and her two best friends goodbye at the entrance to the conference hall, telling them he and Guppy had to prepare for the epic 'stume contest that was about to go down at the Galaxy Wars convention.

"Have fun," Carly called out to them, as Dragomir and Froogle walked hand in hand across the hall, "Don't kill any fellow nerds because their costumes are better than yours!"

"IT'S CALLED A 'STUME!" Spencer yelled at her, and Carly grinned before heading behind the curtain where the rest of the trio were preparing for the panel.

Or so she hoped they would be doing. Sam was currently gnawing her way through a bacon sandwich, Carly's bacon sandwich to be exact, whilst texting someone, and Freddie, sitting one place to the left of her, was pretending to be doing something on his Pear phone, sneaking quick glances at Sam every few seconds.

Carly sighed, wishing there was something she could do to bring the two of them together, but it seemed like that was a job for someone more experienced, like Cupid or Lily Aldrin from How I met your Mother. God, she loved that show.

A loud bang came from the back door, disrupting Carly's thoughts, and Gibby sauntered in holding a large fat shake cup and a turnip, announcing his presence with his signature line, "Gibby."

"There you are, Gibby," Carly yelled, storming over to him and slapping him over the head, "Where have you been? I thought you'd gotten stuck in the vending machine again!"

"I did," Gibby said sheepishly, "The fire department had to come and cut me out. But after that I was given a mission to complete." Gibby walked smoothly over to Sam before getting down on one knee, bending his head and rising up the fat shake to her.

"Mi lady," he said in a fake British accent, a serious look on his usually grinning face.

"Good sir," she responded with in a similar accent, putting down her sandwich to take the fat shake whilst throwing Gibby a pack of Thin Mints, "And here's a little something for your noble deed."

Carly watched the scene unfolding in front of her and rolled her eyes good naturedly. Sam only ever joined in on Gibby's fake British accent game when she was receiving something in return. The Thin Mints were a shock, however, as Sam never usually shared food. She must be in a good mood, Carly thought, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

Freddie too noticed the interaction between Sam and Gibby, but instead following Carly's happier mindset he found himself feeling slightly nauseous as the green eyed monster crept up behind him; an odd mixture of longing and mild jealously spreading through his veins.

He shook his head, confused with these emotions, as the reality of what he was feeling sunk in. Jealousy. About Gibby, Sam and the exchange of perishable goods. This was just getting ridiculous.

Not so long ago he might have felt this way if another guy had done a similar thing with Carly, but definitely not over something as frivolous as getting her a fat shake as a friend, or talking to her in a funny accent. Times had changed, however, and today he could probably watch Carly kissing another guy without even batting an eyelid. So why did he feel a strange jealous protectiveness over people merely conversing with Sam, he thought to himself, it wasn't like she was even his to protect.

It seemed as though this 'thing' Freddie had for Sam, which he had been avoiding dealing with for quite some time now, had finally reached its boiling point, and he feared if he didn't come to terms with it soon he might end up beating the next boy who talked to Sam or offered her food to death with a butter sock. Mainly because he wanted to be the boy joking around with Sam; feeding her vast amounts of food in an attempt to fill her bottomless pit; kissing her on the fire escape underneath a moon lit sky.

Glancing over at the object of his affections for what felt like the thirtieth time that minute, Freddie couldn't help but stare. He was almost certain that if someone looked up the word beautiful in the dictionary, they would find the definition next to a picture of one Samantha Puckett.

At first, his attraction to Sam had been purely physical, like noticing how good her legs looked on the rare occasions when she wore a skirt or how pretty her crystalline blue eyes were when she was glaring at him. This, Freddie could blame on his boy chemistry; his crazy hormones and the fact that he was a teenage boy and Sam was a particularly pretty teenage girl. It wasn't as if he had feelings for her, he told himself on a daily basis. He just liked to observe her sometimes, that's all.

Then, a few years ago, he began to notice other things about her. Like how her laugh lit up the room and always spread to her eyes. How her jokes never failed to make him feel better after having a really bad day. He found himself admiring her artwork, noting how creative she was, as well as how honest and loyal she was. He began to respect her courage, her opinions and of course, her love of meat.

He even found himself taking an active role in improving their frenemyship by going on outings with her without the presence of Carly, something he never would have thought of doing years ago. Soon Freddie found it hard trying to remember a time when he and Sam hadn't been friends, and good ones at that, despite the frequent arguments and who-can-insult-the-other-person-the-most contests they had. In fact, he had always thought those were what had made their friendship so strong in the first place.

It had been on one of these outings at the Groovy Smoothie without Carly when what years of furtive glances and insult matches had been trying to tell him hit him like a taco truck. He had fallen for Sam Puckett. Fallen long and fallen hard. He felt like he had taken a trip down the rabbit hole after he had come to terms with it, but despite many long hours of thinking he still had absolutely no idea what to do about it.

Despite their growing friendship, Freddie knew that opening up his feelings to Sam would give her only two choices - whether she should break his arms or break his legs. He honestly saw no other outcome, and after she rejected him it would just make things between them weird, and not good weird, awkward weird. So for now, Freddie lived for the moments he got to spend with Sam, arguing with her or playfully shoving her in the hallway at school, because he knew it was as close to her as he could ever get. He sighed. What a sad and lonely life he led.

Plopping herself into the seat on the left of Freddie, with Gibby sitting in the one to the left of her, Carly nudged Freddie out of his thoughts, and gave him a quick smile, which he returned immediately, grateful for a distraction from his own very mixed up mind. Sam managed to drag her eyes away from her beloved sandwich and newly acquired fat shake in time to catch this brief interchange and rolled her eyes before kicking Freddie lightly on the shin.

"Do you mind drooling over Carly some other time," Sam asked impatiently, slurping on her drink, "Some of us are trying to enjoy a nice fat shake without barfing all over the place."

Freddie looked at her, confused by this sudden outburst, before Carly, ever the peacemaker, quickly said, "Come on, Sam. You know Freddie hasn't felt that way in years." He's too busy drooling over you, Carly thought to herself, not believing how blind her best girl friend could be sometimes.

Sam gave them both a look to make them think she didn't care about their current relationship status and continued wolfing down her sandwich, but deep down it did make her stomach churn knowing that the nub might still harbour feelings for everyone's favourite brunette. And nobody wanted a churn-y stomach when eating bacon. It just ruined the experience. Seeing him with the fan girls at the entrance had had a similar effect on her, but Sam now had using their ever present bantering to cover up her feelings down to a fine art. And anyway, she loved to argue with the nerd, even if it was just about the trivial stuff like Galaxy Wars or meatballs.

Sam looked over at Freddie, who was now animatedly chatting to Carly and Gibby about some new camera he had just ordered, and her stomach did a triple somersault that would have made an Olympic gymnast proud. Despite her many efforts to discourage whatever feelings she had started having for the nub since, well, since their first kiss on the fire escape, Sam knew that she couldn't hold out for much longer. She felt like a volcano about to erupt in a spew of red, thick, I-heart-Fredward-Benson lava, and Sam wasn't used to 'hearting' things. Well, except for Carly and honey glazed ham.

Stomping down on her feelings hadn't worked in the past, nor did pretending they didn't exist or ignoring the suicidal birds in her stomach whenever Fredweird so much as looked at her, but she knew these options were better than actually opening up and talking them, only to be shot down and rejected by the nub she loved. He would let her down gently, ever the gentleman, but that wouldn't stop her heart from shattering into a million pieces like a mirror breaking after Mrs Briggs has looked at it.

So for now, Sam thought miserably, she was caught in an uncomfortable middle. All she had to do was hold out until the end of senior year, and then she could run away to some far distant part of the planet until her feelings subsided; where the only place she could see Fredimama was in her dreams. And in her dreams he often was, making many special guest appearances; in fact, he was quickly becoming a recurring character, soon to be updated to a regular.

Sam just wanted it to stop, for everything to go back to the way it was. When she could pick on him without feeling guilty about hurting his feelings, and shove him to the ground without feeling dizzy from a moment of physical contact.

A man with a clipboard and red spiky hair poked his head around the curtain, smiling at the now complete iCarly gang.

"You guys ready?" he asked, motioning for the security guards to open the doors and let the anxiously awaiting fans into the room.

Sam sighed, and threw the rest of her sandwich and her now empty fat shake into the bin. She had lost her appetite. "As ready as we'll ever be. Let's do this thing."

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~ Mim