iWill Come Back
Disclaimer- Guess what! I now am the proud owner of iCarly...oh... I'm not? Well, this is awkward.
A/N- Here is Chapter 2. It deals with his camp experiences. By the way, the story will shift from Freddie's point of view to Sam's. Also, everytime the falshback ends, it resumes present time. Thanks for the first few reviews. They were very encouraging! Now, on with the Chapter!
Chapter 2- Departing Letters
"What happened next?" Michael asked eagerly, sucked into the tale. His father smiled at him, and laughed at his excitement.
"Well, your Grandpa tried to make the best of his last weeks in Seattle. He got together with Carly as much as possible, and tried to do the same with your grandma. But she was stubborn, and didn't end up seeing him again till the day he left…"
*Flashback*
"Is Sam coming," Freddie asked his best friend. He and Carly were at the terminal for the airport, awaiting his flight to Hawaii, where he would train for the next few weeks. Carly sighed.
"I don't know. I couldn't get a hold of her this morning," Carly replied sadly. She looked up at Freddie, only to see his face drop.
"Oh," he said unenthusiastically.
"Flight 062 to Hawaii, now boarding at Gate 3. Flight 062." A voice said over the loudspeaker. Freddie sighed softly, picking up his bags.
"I guess she's not coming," Freddie muttered. He walked over to Carly and hugged her. "I'll see you soon Carly." He gave one last wave good-bye before heading off to his gate. As he was about to enter it, he heard his name being called. He turned around, and was attacked by Sam.
"Sorry I'm late, dork," she said, hugging him. Freddie smiled and returned the gesture.
"I thought you weren't going to show," he replied honestly. Sam looked up at him and frowned.
"I'd never. You may be a huge geek, but you're still my friend," she said, messing up his hair. Freddie grinned at her.
"Well, I got to go," he responded, sadly picking up his bag once again. Sam groaned, and punched him in the gut. "OWW! What was that for?"
"For the road, duh!" She cried, smirking dangerously. Freddie smiled widely back at her. He waved to her.
"Bye, Sam. I'll miss you," he said, turning to leave. But Sam caught his shoulder.
"Hey…promise me you'll come back," she mumbled, looking at her feet. Freddie squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and replied.
"I promise. I will come back to you. And after that, I will never leave again."
"That's all I ask," Sam smiled, hugging him one last time. "Don't forget to write."
"I won't," he said as they parted.
"Last call for Flight 062." The voice said once again. Freddie sighed.
"Looks like its time to go. I'll catch you later, Sam."
"Later, dork. I'll miss you," she waved to him. She watched his departing figure board the plane. As it took off, she saw Carly come over.
"Did you say goodbye?" Carly asked. Sam nodded her head in response. "Good."
And with that, they both left the airport.
*End Flashback*
"Okay, so he enlisted and left. I got that much. But let's move onto the war. You know, the cool stuff," Michael said, smirking. Nathan groaned.
"Not yet, son. This is a love story, not a Action adventure," his father replied, ruffling his son's hair. Michael glared at his father, and fixed it.
"Fine. But nothing mushy. I'm still a guy, after all."
"Don't worry. You're grandma wasn't much of a mushy person herself," Nathan laughed. "Now stop interrupting, and let me continue. "
"Fine," Michael groaned.
"Okay, so where was I? Oh yeah! So you're grandfather left for Hawaii. By the way, this was after the Pearl Harbor attack…" Nathan said, which caused his son to groan.
"Aww. But I want some action. Can't you just pretend it was during that?" Michael asked hopefully.
"No, it would ruin the story. Now hush." Nathan stated. "Okay, so you're grandfather left…"
*Flashback*
One week and four days. It had been exactly one week and four days since he left. And Sam counted every hour, minute, and second that he was gone. During that period, both Sam and Carly both hadn't received a letter from him.
"He said he'd write. What's taking him so long?" Sam whined to Carly one day. Both were relaxing on beanbags in Carly's apartment. Carly popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth and laughed.
"It takes time. He is all the way in Hawaii, after all," she explained, closing her eyes in relaxation. Sam sighed loudly and sat up.
"Whatever. Hey, do you have any ham," Sam asked.
"Yes," Carly chuckled. "But Spencer said he's saving it for dinner tonight," she said, opening her eyes.
"And your not here," Carly sighed, getting up as well. She headed downstairs, and was met with the sight of Sam devouring the ham.
"Sam!" She yelled, rushing over to her friend. Carly took the ham, mid-bite, from Sam.
"Hey, what was that for," Sam whined, glaring at Carly. Carly responded by putting the ham back in the fridge.
"Spencer's using it for dinner tonight," Carly responded. She took out a pitcher of her special lemonade, and placed it on the counter. "Do you want some of my lemonade?"
"Did you make it?" Sam asked wearily, staring at the pitcher.
"Yes."
"Then no. Besides, I have to go home and feed Frothy," Sam yelled, already running out the door. Carly sighed.
"I don't see what's wrong with my lemonade! Tastes perfectly fine to me," she said, taking a sip.
Sam walked through the door of her two-story house. Despite the harsh times, both she and Carly lived in fairly big houses. The y were much more well off then most of the families during the depression.
Sam walked into her house, and threw down her jacket. As she was heading upstairs to her room, she noticed a letter on the banister. Curious, she walked over to it and picked it up. She smiled when she recognized Freddie's neat handwriting.
She ran up to her room, letter in hand, and plopped down on her bed. She carefully opened the letter, and began to read.
"Dear Sam,
So, I just arrived in Hawaii. It's really nice up here…well, except the stuff destroyed in the attack. But that doesn't matter much.
Anyway, I'm going to begin my training tomorrow. Some of the guys here say that the training is grueling work, and it's going to be a bit rushed. But I can understand why. They are fighting a war after all. Speaking of other guys, I have got some news. Guess who I saw at the camp today? Gibby! Yeah, I know. I was surprised too. We struck up a conversation and it seems he had arrived just a few days before me.
I have made a few other friends down here too. Most of them arrived at the same time as me. Get this! One of the guys down here proposed to his girlfriend just before he left. Talk about giving some bad news with good news!
I also have some good news. The admiral says that I might be able to use my tech skills in the war, as opposed to actual fighting. So that means I'd be dealing with radio transmissions and decoding messages. I know, it's not as flashy, but I'd still be serving my country. But that doesn't matter. This isn't even a done deal yet.
Anyway, how are you? I miss you terribly. Please don't laugh. I know it's been only a day, but I'm already missing your constant jokes. Pathetic, right? I hope not.
Sincerely, Freddie."
Sam smiled, and went downstairs. She returned with an old shoe box, where she carefully tucked the letter. After sticking the box under her bed, she went over to her desk. She got out a piece of paper and began to write back.
"Dear Freddork,
I'm not sure if you'll get this on time, but I sure hope you do. Don't worry, it's not too pathetic. I miss you too. I mean, with both you and Gibby gone, who else am I going to pick on?
I've heard that rushed training is pretty harsh. So with that, I expect you to have a nice six pack when you return. Then you might just be able to stand a chance against me!
Me and Carly are both doing fine. We just hang out, talk, and eat. So, just like old times!
Tell Gibby I said hi to him. Maybe you could even give him a Texas wedgie and say it was from me? Yeah, I didn't think so. And also, nice to know a nub like you could make a few friends. Let's hope they're not all AV material.
That's really great news! Finally your lame techie abilities could be put to use! This way, I won't- I mean Carly won't have to worry about you getting yourself killed. And remember nub. You promised you would come home safe AND that you would never leave again. If you don't keep that promise, then I assure you that I will hunt you down.
Sincerely, Sam"
*End Flashback*
A/N- There you go! I'm going to try and make a habit of making the stories this long or longer. Anyway, I won't update this again until Thursday, as I will be working on iPass Notes and some of my real-life homework. Thanks for the support. And please remember to review. It would really mean a lot to me if I get some feedback. Good-bye!