(A/N: Hi again! :] So I'm sorry it's taking me so long to get the iPulled a Disappearing Act chapter up, I'm trying to be good about posting things on time but school is officially over as of 6:30 PM today, so it'll be better now. The end of school was crazier than I expected... OH! And has everyone seen the iLost My Mind promo? EEEP! I think I might just lose my mind! Sorry, cheesy joke... And iParty tonight? Amazing! So much Seddie! My friend and I were chatting the whole time and she kept yelling at me for over-analyzing the Seddieness... It kind of disappointed me though that they didn't give Jennette, Ariana, and Liz more leading parts in the theme song mashup. They're all amazing singers, and I just feel like it was more so Miranda and Victoria than the entire casts for a lot of it... Anybody else think that? Oh well, loved the episode anyways! Sooo go ahead and read! Yay!)

Disclaimer: Fine, I don't own iCarly O.o

Freddie called Carly once they got home. He wasn't quite sure how Sam would react to him lying to their best friend, so he waited until Sam got up to use the bathroom.

"Hello?" Carly answered, anxiously. "Freddie? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, Carls," Freddie replied. "How's my Lucy?"

"Terrorizing my living room," Carly answered. Covering the mouthpiece, she called to his daughter, "Lucy, no, that's a remote, not a pacifier!" She turned her attention back to the phone. "God, it sure is hard taking care of a two-year old! So, if everything's okay, why are you calling me?"

"What, I can't just call my best friend to say hello, especially the one taking care of my daughter?" Freddie asked.

Carly laughed. "Not at 2 in the afternoon, no. You call me every night at 7 to talk to Lucy before she goes to bed. So spill, what's up?"

"I want to come to visit Luce," Freddie admitted. "I miss her."

"But what about Sam? Is she doing better? Is it really a good idea to leave Sam all alone?" Carly shot back.

"Sam will be fine," Freddie told her, the lie rolling effortlessly off his tongue. Being around Sam all the time had really improved his lying skills. Besides, it wasn't that easy to tell someone that their best friend had terminal cancer over the phone. Carly knew things were bad, but Freddie didn't think that she knew just how bad things had gotten. He couldn't tell her like this. "She's out of the hospital," he said. That wasn't a lie, technically, but Carly didn't know why.

"Oh, that's wonderful Freddie! She's getting better, then?" Carly asked.

"She's out of the hospital," he repeated, not wanting to answer her question with another lie. Carly took that as an "Isn't that obvious?", though.

"That's great, Freddie! So when do you want to come?" Carly replied.

"How about this weekend?" Freddie asked. "I want to come as soon as possible."

"The next flight I'm looking at from LAX to SEA is tonight at 6," Carly informed him. "Want me to book you a ticket?"

"No, no, that's fine, Carls. I can buy my own ticket. I'll see you then, okay?"

"Okay, fine. Bye, Freddie."

"Bye."

He wondered if Carly had caught his lies, and was trying to be strong for him. But then again, Carly had never been much of a liar and as a result didn't have that knack for telling when another person was lying.

"Did you talk to Carly?" Sam asked, sitting back down on the couch as Freddie pulled her closer.

"Yeah."

"She knows we're coming?"

"She knows I'm coming…" Freddie said. Come to think of it, it probably wasn't such a great idea to lie to Sam.

"What's that mean, Fredward?" Sam asked, pulling back to look at him.

He smiled guiltily. "How do you think Carly would react to the idea that you were coming with me?"

Sam thought for a moment. "Badly…" she admitted. "But we could've told her…"

"You know we can't tell her over the phone," Freddie protested. "Sam, if she began to freak out, which you know she would, it would scare Lucy. And do you know how hard she'd take it? She needs us to tell her in person."

"Okay," Sam said. "So when do we leave?"

"In four hours," Freddie replied. "We should really get packing."

Sam began to stand up shakily, grabbing the couch as she tried to make it into their room. Freddie looked at her.

"You know that I mean that I should really start packing, Sam," he said drily. "I'm not letting you pack. No way."

Sam huffed. "Fine, Fredweird. But I'm not staying out here and being lonely and useless on the couch. I'd much rather be useless in the bedroom," she told him, raising her eyebrows seductively.

"Four hours, Sam," he reminded her. She glared.

"Fine."

Seven hours later, they stood in the terminal at SEA. Sam was close to passing out, and Freddie knew it.

"Sam?" he asked. "Do you want to lie down?"

"No," she said stubbornly. "I'm fine. Besides, there are no seats."

"I can change that, Sam," he reminded her. "Those people sitting down are perfectly capable of standing up for a bit to let someone with cancer lie down."

Sam sighed, fighting to keep herself up. She was defeated. "Okay, Freduccini."

Freddie smiled at that nickname, and all the memories associated with it. He couldn't believe that he had actually thought that Melanie was Sam back then... He left Sam for a moment, walking over to a bench where a young couple was sitting, blissfully unaware of the world as they argued lovingly. He remembered the days when he and Sam were like that. His eyes almost filled with tears again wistfully. There'd never again be a day where they wouldn't have to savor every moment, because they wouldn't know how much time they had left.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the couple noticed him, stopping as they took in the man who was close to tears standing in front of their bench.

"Sir?" the man asked. "Are you alright?"

Freddie shook himself back to reality. "I'm fine…" he replied. "I just, my wife has cancer, and she's pretty much exhausted. I was wondering if you would mind letting her lie down for a little bit?"

The couple shot up, obviously thinking of how hard it would be if one of them got cancer as they glanced at each other. "Of course not! Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Is there anything we could help you get for her?" the woman asked.

Freddie shook his head. "No, I think she just needs to lie down and rest for a bit. She's terrified of flying, and was freaking out the entire two and a half hours from LAX to here. But Seattle's home for us, and she wanted to spend her last few days not surrounded by whitewash walls and needles."

"Last days?" the man asked. Then he realized. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! It's terminal?"

"Yeah," Freddie replied. He turned around to go get Sam just in time to watch her collapse on the ground. "Dammit!" he screamed, bolting over to her. "Sam?" he asked. "Sam, come on! No!"

Sam's blue eyes opened as she struggled to stand up. "I'll be fine, Freddie," she told him. He picked her up in his arms, carrying her tiny figure over to the bench as the whole airport watched. "Shh…" she told him, gathering him in her arms like she'd done for Lucy whenever she cried. He broke down in sobs and she held him. "Everything's fine. It'll be okay…"

"No it won't!" Freddie said. "It won't be fine, Sam! The doctor said so! How do I know whether or not it's the end when you collapse like that? How am I supposed to handle knowing that someday I'm going to wake up and you won't? That Lucy's going to ask me someday, with those goddamn beautiful blue eyes that I could never resist, about her mother and I won't know what to say, and I'll probably just crumple down in tears except I won't have you there to comfort me? How the hell am I supposed to just stand by and do nothing when you die, Sam? I'm useless!"

"You're not useless, Freddie," Sam told him quietly.

"Then why can't I fix this? If there's one thing in life that I should be able to fix, it should be this!" he screamed.

"You can't be the strong guy all the time, Freddie. Sometimes you just have to step back and let things go. Let me go."

"I can't. I can't just stand by and watch you go like that," he whispered.

"I don't think it's optional. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."

"It's going to kill me."

"I'm pretty sure that I'm the one with terminal cancer, Fredward."

"And what's that they always say about soul mates? You're my other half. I don't know how I can be half-alive, Sam," he said drily.

"You'll learn. You'll get that half back," she told him. "I love you, and don't get be sounding like a sap, but I believe in you. You're going to be fine, Freddie. Things will turn out okay. Time goes on. I'm just a little raindrop in the ocean, and just because I got sucked up by the sun means that you have to, too. Time will go by without me, don't let it pass you by, too. You never know how much time you have left."

"Yeah…" he agreed. Noticing Sam's drooping eyelids, he said, "Get some rest, Sammy. You need it."

With that, he got up from the bench, laying Sam down and covering her with his jacket. She managed a weak smile as he kissed her forehead gently. "I'm going to go find you some meat. I'll be back soon, okay?"

Sam nodded, already dozing off. Freddie grabbed his backpack and headed towards the coffee shop across from the bench. After grabbing a ham sandwich for his wife, he headed back to the bench to find a woman with dark hair with a little blonde toddler on her hip standing over Sam. Hearing footsteps, the woman turned around.

"You want to explain this, Freddie?"

(A/N: BUSTED! Hehe... So I wasn't too happy with how Sam became all sappy at the end, but I had to put it in there somewhere. I felt that Freddie had to have a moment where he was just freaking out because he thought that he was useless, didn't know how he was going to go on without her, etc. Anyways, review and tell me what you thought :] Also, if you have time, I wrote a little one-shot called "iAm Not Always Strong" and it would mean the world to me if you could take a couple minutes to read it and review. It's my first one-shot, and I tend to be bad at short stories, but I'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out. But if you could read it and stuff, that'd be amazing and I'd love you forever! Thanks!)