Hi all! I want to take a moment and thank everyone that's reviewed and alerted for this story! Thank you! That makes me really want to write more!

Now...before we begin, I want to take a moment and say a few things.

kpfan72491 - Thank you for reading and saying this story is amazing!

DANNYGRIL - I know you felt bad that Freddie and Sam broke up. But remember...the old man is here again. And he's...he's not happy...lol

KeyLimePie14 - The old man thanks you for the hug and is glad to know you love him.

Now that I've said that, I had a LOT of questions about who the old man was from the first story. In this story, more about him will be revealed to you. And FadingSky - the old man is NOT a future version of Freddie! But I'm willing to listen to any other guesses you might have! :D

Now...on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, just the old guy

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"Umm…is…is this some sort of dream?" Carly stuttered. She was shocked to see the old man once again and sitting in her kitchen in the middle of the night. "…I'm dreaming, right? This is a dream…it's all a dream," she muttered to herself. The old man stared at her.

"Is it a dream, Miss Shay? Come now," he smiled, "you should know better by now." He once again gestured to the chair opposite of him. "Now…please sit? You and I have quite a bit to discuss." Carly got another glass of water and sat down in the chair he was motioning to.

"It's a dream," she kept muttering to herself. "It's only a dream." The old man just slowly shook his head.

"Miss Shay, what would give you any indication that my presence here is in fact, a dream?" She thought about it for a moment, trying to come up with a way to answer that question.

"Is it possible she's not sure of me?" came a high pitched, female voice. Carly blinked for a moment, her eyes still re-adjusting to the change in light. Sitting on the back of one of the kitchen chairs was a tiny figure, no taller than about three inches in height. She wore an old fashioned lilac colored dress. Her green eyes were kind and warm and her blonde hair was adorned with a row of purple flowers. What was even more surprising was that she had tiny wings to boot! "I'm Columbine! Please to meet you!" she spoke, with a bit of an Irish accent. Carly just covered her eyes with her hands and shook her head.

"Okay…now I know I'm dreaming! I'm going to go back upstairs, get back into bed…and when I wake up in the morning, neither of you will be here!" The old man sighed.

"Forgive my friend Columbine. But, she insisted on coming when I told her I was on my way to see you." Carly looked from behind her hands and the tiny winged girl smiled at her.

"Okay…what is she?" Carly asked. The girl named Columbine frowned.

"For being the smart one of the two, she sure isn't bright," Columbine said to the old man.

"She's on that borderline age when most people stop believing in things like us, my friend." The old man then turned back to Carly. "As you probably can guess, Columbine is, in fact, a fairy. I've known her for a long time." Carly had a lot of questions buzzing around in her head now.

"Okay…umm…I have some questions?" she asked. The old man nodded. "First…how did you get in? Our door is locked and it's not like anyone can just climb up to our windows." The old man just sat there, and sipped his tea.

"I seem to find that doors are unnecessary. They tend to get in my way. Besides, I have my ways," he said with a grin. "What is your second question?"

"Is she really a fairy?" Carly asked, pointing to Columbine. The old man sighed.

"Would you prefer it if I lied to you and said this was a dream?" he asked. Carly shook her head.

"No, because I actually like that you're upfront and honest with me, Sir," she replied.

"Then…yes, she is in fact, a fairy. No doubt by now, you're wondering how it is I know a fairy?" Carly nodded. "Well Miss Shay, I hate to answer it like this, but you would be surprised who I know," he replied. Carly hung her head.

"You're going to make me wait, aren't you?" she asked. The old man grinned.

"You see, Columbine? She is the smart one." His attention then turned back towards Carly. "Now, you no doubt have figured out why I'm here?" Carly quickly nodded.

"Yes…it's because Sam broke up with Freddie, right?" The old man nodded.

"Indeed; I spent far too long on that plan for it not to succeed! By the way, your brother was successful in removing that cheese from his hair?" Carly nodded.

"Yeah, but he had to use all his good conditioner he said." The old man shook his head.

"I'll send him more. In the mean time, I want to know exactly what happened?" Carly nodded, but then looked back to Columbine.

"Umm…can I ask one more question first, Sir?"

"I suppose so. What is it?"

"Why is…umm…Columbine, was it?" Columbine nodded and smiled. "Why is Columbine here?" Before the old man could reply, Columbine quickly spoke up.

"I'm a big fan of the show as well!" she began. "…That and I didn't like how Sam broke the cute boy's heart!" Carly giggled a little and looked at them both.

"She means Mister Benson," he added. Columbine smiled.

"Yes. He's soooo handsome!" she replied dreamily. The old man sighed.

"Columbine…you're drooling…" Columbine just shook her head out of it's dream-like state and blushed.

"Sorry," she replied sheepishly.

"In any event, please tell me what caused this…break-up." Carly sighed, playing with the glass of water.

"The first week they were dating was fine; Sam was herself and Freddie was just as happy. Well…Freddie was happy the entire time they were dating, but that's besides the point. Anyway, as the week went on, Sam began to act less like…well…Sam. She didn't insult Freddie, didn't give him wedgies; all that kind of stuff. Then, she didn't call him names! That's…when the comments started."

"You mean, the 'girly' comments?" the old man asked. Carly nodded.

"Yeah, but…she wasn't getting them from the guys. Well, she was, but it didn't bother her they were calling her 'girly'."

"…It was from the girls, wasn't it?" he asked. Carly nodded again. The old man sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I was afraid of this. The one thing I didn't count on was Miss Puckett's hatred for being called the one thing she despises the most."

"She doesn't like being called a girl?" Columbine asked.

"Well, she hates being considered 'girly', which constitutes being 'soft' in her book. Her biggest example is Miss Shay here. No offense," he quickly added.

"None taken," Carly replied. "So…what do you plan to do?" The old man sat there for a moment, pondering it over. After a moment or two, he spoke.

"Hmm…well…I would need to speak with Miss Puckett again. Hopefully, in doing so I can figure out why she…reacted the way she did."

"Do you think she likes being called 'girly' Sir?" Carly asked.

"No, I do feel she truly despises it," the old man replied, shaking his head. "But…it seems awfully…convenient that she would end a relationship with Mister Benson over something so…trivial." The old man stood up and donned his fedora. He then grabbed his cane and doffed his hat to Carly. "I thank you ever so much for the gracious hospitality, Miss Shay. I shall be in touch. Say…tomorrow at nine?" He took out his pocket watch and opened it, checking the time. "Oops," he muttered. "I mean…today? Seeing as how it's nearly one-thirty in the morning. I would advise you to get some rest." Columbine flew up and sat on his shoulder. He tucked his pocket watch back into his suit coat and smiled at her. "As for you, Miss Shay, it's off to bed." The old man turned back to Carly, but she fell asleep at the table, her head resting on her arms. The old man just shook his head and smiled.

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The next morning…

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Carly awoke in her bed the next morning. She yawned and stretched, smiling as the sun filtered in through her curtains. She quickly frowned though, as she began to wonder how she got back upstairs. And, more importantly, did she just dream the old man? That must've been a dream, she thought. She then smiled and shook her head. Fairies aren't real. She got up and walked downstairs. Spencer was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal. "Morning Spence," Carly said cheerfully to her brother.

"Hey Carly," he replied. "Oh hey, why were you asleep at the table? I had gone to the bathroom and found the light was on and you were sleeping." Carly took out a bowl and a box of cereal and poured herself a bowl.

"What?" she asked with a small laugh. "I wasn't down here! I had the craziest dream!" Spencer shook his head.

"No, you were sleeping, at that table…in that chair," he spoke between spoonfuls of cereal. "I carried you back upstairs and put you to bed." Carly gave him an odd look, then went to the sink. There in the sink was her glass from last night. As well as the teacup the old man drank from.

"…Spencer?" she asked her brother. Spencer turned his head towards Carly. "We're going to have guests today." Spencer arched an eyebrow at her.

"Okay…when?" he asked curiously.

"Oh…at about nine," she replied.

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Okay...I know what you're thinking. The old guy has more going on with him than what he's letting on. BUT, did I not PROMISE that more of him will be revealed in this story? It shall and until the next installment, I shall see you all then!

Oh...and I am taking guesses as to who or what the old man is. Until next time!