A/N: Hey everyone! This chapter has some seddie! :)

It's a longer chapter than I usually make,and it's mostly dialogue, so tell me if you like it that way. If you don't have enough time to finish, you can make use of that lovely new feature: storymark. If you read this and want me to keep writing, please comment because I may discontinue the story soon if not enough people like it.


"Hey Freddie? Could you grab the bag of groceries I left in the car?"

"Aww." complained Freddie. Mrs. Benson waved her keys at him and he sighed and took them. He opened his door, and he was surprised to see Sam, dressed in black, in the hallway.

"Sam?" he asked.

"Hey. I guess Carly's not here?"

"No, she's at the mall with Wendy. Wha- Sam, are you crying?"

"No." she answered stubbornly as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Freddie dropped the keys. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "Sam, I'm so sorry." he murmured. At first Sam was tense, but she loosened up and leaned her head on his shoulder, and let the tears flow freely. After about a minute, Sam pulled away and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"I was just at her funeral." she explained in a hoarse voice. Freddie nodded in understanding. "I know I always complained about her and stuff…"

"It's okay to be sad."

Just then Carly and Spencer appeared in the hall. "I never knew that place had so many flavors." Carly was saying. And then she stopped when she saw Sam. Carly could tell from Sam's puffy eyes, running mascara and tangled hair that Sam had probably been crying.

"I need to talk to you." said Sam, breaking the silence.

"Alright, Sam." said Carly. Both girls went into Carly's loft.

Freddie watched them go, then picked up the keys and went to grab the grocery bag.

Inside Carly's apartment, Sam and Carly were climbing the stairs to Carly's room. Once in, they sat on the edge of Carly's bed.

"Sam, I know what you're going through. When my mom--"

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Okay," said Carly. " then what--"

"I was kind of wondering if I could stay here."

"Oh." Carly looked relieved. "Yeah, of course you can stay here! I'll just go ask Spencer now, okay? I'm sure he'll say yes.."

Sam nodded.

Carly slowly walked down the stairs as she went to see Spencer, and she was thinking about all that had happened in the last few days.

Carly had never expected for this to happen. Just the other day Sam's mom was driving them places, and now she was just… gone. Death always effects you, Carly thought. Even if you didn't know the person very well. I just hope some Sam will be okay.

She found Spencer in the kitchen, making up a batch of spaghetti tacos.

"How's she doing?" asked Spencer quietly.

"I don't know. She's not showing much emotion right now. Anyway, she asked me something. She wants to know if she can stay here."

"Carly, I don't think she can."

"What!" whisper-yelled Carly "You're not going to help her?!!"

"We can't."

"Why?"

"We just can't, Carly." Said Spencer, still calm. "We can barely afford our bills right now. And taking care of a person is a big responsibility."

"Yeah, well why don't you go get a real job! Then you could afford to pay the bills! And you need to become more responsible anyway. Sometimes I feel like I'm the one taking care of you!"

"Carly…"

"No! I don't want to hear it." Said Carly. And she stomped back upstairs.

Sam met her in the hallway. "He said 'No.' didn't he?" she asked anxiously.

"No, he didn't say 'no'."

"He didn't? Then what was all that yelling?"

"Um… Nothing! That's just something Spencer taught me to uh, think more creatively. Yeah, it really helps."

"Okay then." said Sam doubtfully. "So I can stay?"

"Yep."


That next morning, Carly opened her eyes to Sam snoring beside her, and immediately a stream of thoughts came to her mind.

I have to keep Spencer from knowing that Sam's here.

I have to keep Sam from knowing she's not supposed to be here.

I have to lie.

I'm not supposed to lie, Spencer told me not to.

Stupid Spencer! Why won't he let her stay here?

He will, after a while. I just have keep Sam here until Spencer changes his mind.

It could work.

Sam started to wake up, she was yawning, and stretching her arms out. "Man, am I hungry."

Okay, Spencer said he'd be out at the dump this morning. thought Carly.

"Alright, let's go eat!"

Carly walked before Sam, making sure the coast was clear. Then they sat down. "What do you want to eat?"

"Ham."

"We're all out." Carly lied.

"What? Spencer said he kept a constant stock for me!"

"How about cereal?"

Sam finally agreed, but grudgingly to cereal and milk. Carly poured half a bowl of cereal for herself and Sam. Sam hungrily ate as Carly anxiously watched the door. "Hey, can I eat yours?" asked Sam as she took Carly's bowl. Carly let her. She could never eat when she was stressed out anyway.

After breakfast Carly convinced Sam that it would be so much cooler to watch movies in her room than in the living room. Sam went in the elevator just before Spencer came in.

"Hope you aren't mad at me." started Spencer as he came in.

"Oh, yeah." said Carly distractedly. "Talk to you later." She ran up the stairs.

For a few hours they watched movies. Carly tried choosing comedy movies, to cheer Sam up, but Sam just sat there with the same expressionless look the whole time.

After the end of a another pointless movie, Sam's phone rang on the table. Before three rings Carly answered, then handed it to Sam saying: 'I don't know who it is."

"Oh crap, it's probably my social worker." said Sam before answering it. "Hello. I'm at Carly's house. Yeah, the ones who are going to adopt me if my family doesn't want me. Mmm-hmm. ….Well I didn't know I was supposed to ask permission… No, I'm staying here, they're going to adopt me, I might as well…"

As Sam was still talking on the phone, Spencer came in.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Well, Sam came over. She was lonely, so I thought she could she could stay, just for today."

Sam hung up the phone.

"I thought you said I could stay." said Sam quietly.

"well…" said Carly, trying to explain.

"I knew you were lying!" yelled Sam, in a voice Carly had never heard before. "I knew it!" and Sam rushed out of the room and down the stairs.

"Sam!" called Carly after her. She tried to catch up to her, but all she could do was to see Sam's teary face before slamming the door behind her.


"I'm worried about Sam." said Carly. Freddie grabbed his science books just as the bell rang. He started to go but Carly stopped him. "Freddie, wait." she said.

"What?" asked Freddie as students filtered out of the hall, leaving only silence and gum wrappers behind them.

"Spencer felt really bad about not letting Sam stay with us when he saw how sad she was. He said he'll even get a real job if it will help. And Spencer like, never says that."

"Does Sam know that?"

"No. I haven't been able to get in touch with her. Her cell phones shut off, and she hasn't been coming to school…"

"You think we should go talk to her?"

"Well yeah." answered Carly. "Where would she be?"

"I don't know… Spencer was a lawyer for a few days, right? He might know."

"Yeah, I'll ask him after school."

"Would you like me to go to her house? To see if she's there?"

"Yeah, could you? I'll give you her address." Carly ripped a sheet of paper from her notebook and scrawled the address onto it.


It was a cloudy day, threatening rain. Freddie peered down at the small piece of paper, holding onto it tightly, so the wind wouldn't take it. Freddie knew the streets of Seattle well, and knew exactly in what direction to head to find Sam's house. It was about a mile from the that Freddie thought about, it was a little strange that he had never been to her house before, though there had been no reason to. The wind blew harder. When he was about halfway there, his cell phone rang. It was his mom.

"Freddie, where are you? I was going to pick you up from school today."

"Why?"

"For your monthly check up"

"I'm sorry mom. I have somewhere else to be. I'll come home soon." He hung up, and turned off his phone.

He now saw Sam's street, and turned. It was a neighborhood full of small, but for the most part, well kept houses. He watched the numbers as he went, slowly watching until he came to her house. There it was.

It was small, and painted a light yellow. The grass in the yard was about the same color. A few wilty flowers were planted around the side. Freddie walked up the concrete steps and knocked on the brown door.

He waited for a moment, and almost gave up before the door was opened.

"Fredward?"

The person who answered was almost unrecognizable. She looked tired, and hopeless. She wore black. But it was Sam.

"Hey Sam." said Freddie somewhat awkwardly.

"Come in." .

The fist thing Freddie noticed was that Sam's home smelled like no one had been living in it for a while. A thin layer of dust covered everything. No pictures hung on the walls, no warm things you'd find in a home. It seemed bare and empty. Some how the little house seemed like it had too much space. The house opened up into Sam's living room, which was full of boxes.

"What are you doing?" asked Freddie as he watched Sam sorting objects into different piles. Her back was to him.

"Right now, I'm sorting my mom's things, and deciding what to keep."

"Oh."

"Why'd you come?"

"Carly and I were worried about you. You haven't been at school lately."

"My mother just died. Aren't I allowed to not go to school for a few days?"

"Yeah. Of course you are."

"Besides, I won't be going to that school anymore."

"Why?" asked Freddie. He sat down next to Sam.

"Spencer doesn't want me, and neither does my family. Besides, if my family wanted me, the judge probably wouldn't trust them anyway. I'm going to a foster home in Spokane."

"But Spencer changed his mind!"

"I don't care! I'm sick of being a burden to them. And there's nothing for me here. I mean, we aren't doing iCarly anymore. I just want to start a new life, y'know?"

"Sam." said Freddie.

"What?"

He looked into her eyes and said: "Please don't go."