Disclaimer and A/N: Oh my, I am soooo sorry that this took so long to finish. I just couldn't figure out a decent ending, and I had wicked writer's block. I hope you enjoy this ending, R&R, also feel free to PM me if you have any ideas or suggestions. And I still don't own iCarly.

Spencer had to help me walk through the hospital, I was dragging along my IV pole, but eventually we managed to get up to the Burn Unit. I saw and a tall familiar blonde.

"Mom?" I said as I stepped towards them. My mom, Pam Puckett, was standing there looking as tired and haggard as everyone else. She actually wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tightly.

"Sorry I wasn't there when you woke up, I had gone to get coffee when I bumped into Marissa. I wanted to see Freddie."

I could only nod, this floor made me nauseous, the scent of disinfectant reminded me of the school's cleaning supply closet; I couldn't control my smile as I remembered that day we ducked into it to hide from Mr. Howard, and ended up making out until the last bell.

"He's been asking for you, you can go on in."

I had to take a deep breath, why was I so nervous? 'This could be the last time I see him.' I choked on this thought, 'No, I refuse, if I have to go to Heaven and drag him back myself'

I walked in and Carly was sitting on a stool on the side of his bed, his brown eyes found me in a second, I loved that when I walked into a room, I was the only person he looked at. I mean truly looked at, he would see everyone else, but he seemed to look into me.

"I'll leave you two alone." Carly smiled and left the room.

Freddie had a tube in his throat, and his torso, legs and the back of his head were bandaged up. He held a pearpad and a stylus,

"Hi, Sam." It was his voice, but it seemed disembodied. He tapped a few things with the stylus, "I programmed my pearpad with my voice, so I could talk."

"Always a technub"

"Yup, I'm glad you're okay Sam."

"Why?" was the only word I uttered out of a sentence I had worked hard to formulate.

"What do you mean? You sent me a text saying you wanted me to come over. Then I saw the fire and I ran inside."

"I didn't send you a text."

Freddie just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, all that's important is that you are safe. I was never pretty anyway, and didn't you once say that chicks dig scars."

I laughed a little despite the tears that were steadily flowing from my eyes.

"I love you Sam, you remember my promise right? I will always be there for you."

I still remembered the first time Freddie said he loved me, it was quite possibly the happiest day in my life.

My boyfriend Kale had just broken up with me, I should have known better than to date someone with the same name as a vegetable. Like so many high school seniors he wanted one thing, the one thing I didn't want to give until I was married. I wouldn't turn into my mother, I absolutely refused to sell my body to every man that gave me any attention. Still I had hoped that he would be different so I was leaned up against a car in the parking lot, where I had been standing when Kale and I had our very public shouting match.

My knees were against my chest, arms folded on top of my knees, my forehead on my arms. I refused to cry over a boy, well except one, but he would never know he was the cause of the teardrops that spread over my guitar and journal pages. I heard people laughing, until I heard a familiar voice echo through the parking lot, "Get away!" along with a few choice words I never thought I would hear him utter.

I felt his shadow wash over me and I felt almost instantly better, I don't know why he had that effect on me, but I had come to savor it. He knelt in front of me and I looked up, blue eyes locking with brown. He brushed a few strands of curly blonde hair from my face.

"C'mon Sam, let's go get something to eat or something."

He pulled me gently to my feet, leading me to his car. A purple Chevelle SS with twin black racing stripes, people made fun of his car daily, including me, but secretly I loved it. In the span of my inhalation, which always slowed around Freddie, we were on our way to Robin's Wiener's. I leaned back in the black leather seat pretending to be asleep so he wouldn't question me.

"He didn't deserve you Sam…I…I love you." He whispered over the soft music playing on the radio. "One of these days I will tell you, when the time is right." My heart fluttered and I had a hard time not yelling that now was the right time. I had only been waiting for him for the past three or four years. I think we both tried to ignore our feelings, put them off as an intense loathing or whatever, but no matter who we tried to replace each other with, it all came back to us. I didn't think Freddie could ever love me, I thought he still pined over Carly, but he revealed that he was hiding behind his crush.

"I love you more Freddie." I whispered, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, but his eyes looked down dejected. I lifted his chin so that he looked into my eyes and I placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I guess this throws our wedding date back a bit?"

"Why wait?" He grinned that goofy Benson grin, "The priest here at the hospital already said he would do the ceremony."

I had a hard time containing my joy, "Let's do it."

"Are you telling that story again?" a familiar voice said behind me.

"Of course, Shh…the girls are asleep." He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach and pulled me back into his chest. I loved telling that story to our daughters, they needed to know what kind of hero their Daddy was. He brushed away some of my blonde curls and laid a gentle kiss on my neck before stepping around me. I caught a whiff of his faint cologne as he kissed the twins foreheads.

"I love you Princesses." He turned to me and smiled, the scars had faded a little bit, but still a reminder of that day.

"C'mon Queen Puckett, it's getting late."

"Alright King Nubula." I stuck my tongue out at him as I clicked on the nightlight by the door, "Sleep tight, one day you will find your Prince too."