On the iCarly website, there would be a new video after Freddie and Sam get their things ready for the webshow.
"Hey guys." said a kid named Gibby, before he spotted me, and asked, "Who's this?"
"Captain Michael J. Finn, United States Marines." I told him.
"Woah, awesome. But what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm trying to find my long-lost siblings. I've already found one."
"You're related to Carly and Spencer?" he asked, again.
"Yes." I replied.
Turning around, I noticed Sam staring at me, for some odd reason. "I think she likes you." Gibby said in my ear.
"What?" I asked, "How?"
"Well, one you're a Marine, kickass fighter dude, and two, you're a guy who can beat anyone's ass, and three, you're related to Carly." he said.
"But me? I don't see that happening." I told him.
"Well, get in there then." he said again, pushing me back into the room.
"We all ready?" Freddie asked us, as he got the camera and pointed it at us.
"I guess." I said, "Never been on a webshow before."
"Well, when I count backwards from five, get ready, and when I say three, you start talking, alright?" he asked us, but it was more directed towards me.
"Yeah kid, I think I'm ready." I said, as he held his hand up, and started counting backwards from five down to three. That's when Sam then myself began speaking.
"Hello all you crazies, I'm Sam, and this is a friend we at iCarly met earlier this week, say hello to Captain Michael J. Finn, of the United States Marine Corps." she began with.
"Hello everyone." I said, as Freddie pointed the camera towards me. "As you can all guess, my name is Michael J. Finn, and I've never been on a webshow before, so I might not be the best, but, I'll give my all." I continued, as Sam began speaking again.
"So, Michael, is it okay if we do an interview with you tonight?" she asked.
"Sure is Sam." I said, as we both sat down, and Freddie followed us to our seats.
"Alright, so, since our fans are more than likely wondering why you're here, can I ask where you're from?" she asked.
"Yes, I was born in Dublin, Ireland to my mother, and at the age of two, I moved to Massachusetts." I told her.
"So, what did you do before you became a Marine?" she asked.
"Well, when I was sixteen, I was a self-employed shoveler during the winters over there. I joined when I was eighteen, so there wasn't much to do before joining." I said.
"Alright, well, where were you stationed at?" she asked.
"I was stationed in three places during my quote-unquote tours of Afghanistan and Iraq. One being Camp Marmal, another being Combat Outpost Shocker, and the final base was actually when I was returning home, in Germany, Ramstein Air Base." I told truthfully.
"Well, that's awesome. Now, two more questions and we'll let you go." she said.
"Shoot them." I told her.
"What was your job as a Marine?" she asked.
"I had a multitude of jobs, but a few were piloting a V-22 Osprey gunship, and another was driving an M1 Abrams tank. Finally, I was a squad leader." I told them again.
"Alright, so, final question. Why did you come to Seattle?" she asked.
"Well, I came to find my long lost brother and sister. So far, I've only found my brother, Spencer Shay, and my sister is Carly Shay. Colonel Steven Shay of the United States Air Force is my father. I began a mission years ago to find them. Now I'm here with only one of three." I told what seemed the entire world. It felt weird, speaking about Spencer and Carly. It felt like I just solved the biggest mystery in the world. I felt with all the other questions like I was talking between friends. The last question, felt like I spoke to the entire world.
"That's a wrap crazies! Michael will be here until the whole family is reunited again. Who knows how long that'll be, right? So, here's Gibby, dressed as the Statue of Gibberty!" Sam said, as Freddie panned the camera to Gibby, who said, "Thank all the Armed Forces of the United States of America."
Then, with Freddie saying, "We're clear." we were finished. I felt accomplished. A new feeling I've never felt before. After the show was over, we went back downstairs where Spencer was at, and he was working on a sculpture.
"Really Spencer?" I asked him.
"What?" he asked.
"Couldn't wait five minutes for me to help you?" I asked, seeing he was trapped inside his newest sculpture.
"No." he said, "I wanted to do it myself."
"How's that working out for you there?" I asked, kneeling down beside the hole which his face was sticking out of.
"Not good." he said, "I am stuck."
"I can see that, what do you need?" I asked.
"I just need, to wiggle out." he said, attempting to get himself free.
"Let me hold it." I said, grabbing onto the sides of the sculpture.
"Thanks." he said.
"No problem." I told him, as he tried again, this time, not only knocking me on my arse, but also shooting himself across the room, where his sculpture broke his fall, and broke around him."
"Nice." I said, as I got up and tried helping him out.
"Thanks." he said.
"No problem." I said, as the others finally came down.
"What happened here?" Gibby asked, seeing the debris.
"Spencer just had an accident." I told them, semi truthfully.
"Yeah, accident, sculpture." he repeated.
"Well, I'm going to the fridge." Sam said, as she fulfilled her promise.
"Alright, that was a great first episode." Freddie said.
It took me a minute, before I realized what he said. "First episode?" I asked.
"Yeah." he said.
"What do you mean first episode?" I asked.
"The first, in a line, of episodes?" he asked.
"No, I mean, first episode?" I asked once again.
"Yeah." he said.
"Alright, I'll bite, why?" I asked, after regaining myself.
"The audience loves you guys! They think you're both amazing together!" he said, with newer enthusiasm.
"Really?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Yeah, why?" he asked.
"No reason." I told him, "Just, it's all new to me."
"You'll be fine kid!" Sam shouted from across the room, mouth full of food.
"Well, I gotta run. My mom will be furious." Freddie said.
"Alright." I said, "Thanks again."
"No problem." he said, before leaving the apartment.
"Spencer, you mind if I stay the night?" Sam asked.
"Nope." he said, again, from inside the sculpture.
"You stuck again?" I asked.
"No..." he said, followed by a "Yes."
"Alright. This is the last time I help you. Okay?" I asked.
"Yes." he said.
"Alright." I said, before grabbing onto the sides and he wriggled himself out, successfully.
"Thanks." he said, as the thing spontaneously combusted.
Thinking quickly, I got a fire extinguisher and sprayed the nozzle at the base of the fire.
"Thanks, a lot." Spencer said this time.
"That happen a lot?" I asked.
"Yep." he said.
"Of course it does." I said, thinking I've seen everything.
Then, Gibby.
Gibby was stuck around the ceiling fan, somehow.
"How'd you do that one?" I asked.
"I... I don't know." he said, before I helped him down.