Freddie's P.O.V.

"Sam?" I said weakly but she had already hung up. I slid my pear phone into my back pocket and shook my head. Who was that guy she was talking to? Why did he want to know if Sam had a boyfriend? Did she? I hadn't really talked to her in 4 days...enough days to get a boyfriend I suppose? Who could it be? Gibby. I turned over to the backstage of iCarly where Gibby was sprinkling pepper flakes into a jug of lemonade. It was for an iCarly bit. Sam had been spending a lot of time with Gibby...what if?

My mind flashed back to the conversation I had just had with Carly.

"It has something to do with Sam doesn't it? You're still not over her!"

I shook my head again, pushing away the previous conversation. What if she did have a boyfriend? I don't know what I would do.

"Freddie! Did Sam say she was on her way?" Gibby asked awaking me from my trance. I stared at him.

"You're jealous of Gibby!" Carly had laughed.

"I don't know." I spat. "It doesn't matter we can do iCarly without her."

"Freddie, you know we can't do iCarly without Sam." Gibby said knowingly. Curses.

"Whatever. Just hurry up with the lemonades." I spat again.

Gibby nodded.

"Sorry I'm late Carls." said a voice from the elevator.

"It's fine. You had to deal with Billy, I understand." said Carly. The elevator dinged and the door slid up. There stood Sam and Carly.

"You know, Billy is rather cute! Maybe he was flirting with you! Maybe he likes you!" Carly turned to me when saying that, giving me a knowing look. Jeez, would everyone just leave me alone?

Sam shrugged like she wasn't interested and I sighed of relief.

"You guys ready?" I asked, searching for my camera. Where did I put it?

"Um actually," Carly interrupted. "Gibby and I thought we should practice the lemonade skit? Do you two mind?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Whatever." Sam mumbled.

In front of us was a long in length but short in height table. On the ground were pillows that we were supposed to sit on. I took my seat next to Sam and Carly sat on the other side of Sam. Gibby skipped out from backstage carrying two cups of lemonade. He handed one to Sam and one to me. I couldn't help but notice the enormous pile of pepper flakes in Sam's glass.

"Gibby don't you think that's a little two much pepper flakes?" I started to say, but Carly snapped at me. "Just start the scene!"

I played the narrator in this skit. It was the typical "Idiot girl who thinks the cowboy's mustache is a squirrel."

"I'm proud to announce the return of Sam's squirrel mustache and Carly's idiotic girl character." I said, starting the scene.

"That's a nice squirrel you've got there..." Carly giggled.

Sam rolled her eyes, grabbed her cup, and took a sip of her drink.

"Why this isn't a -" Sam stopped in mid sentence with a choking coughing fit. Her entire body shaked and her face turned bright red. She held out her hands and grabbed her tounge, squealing and coughing.

"Sam!" I cried. "Are you okay!" She turned to me, her eyes watering. Tears started to spring down her face.

"Sam! Don't worry!" I turned to Gibby. "What did you put in her lemonade?"

Gibby's mouth gaped open. "I don't know! Some pepper flakes, lemons, sugar, water."

"Anything else?" I screamed. Grabbing Sam and pulling her up from the table. She continued to cough violently, her body crashing after each heave of breath she tried to take.

"Um I put some salsa, some hot sauce..." Gibby mumbled.

"What kind of Hot Sauce?" I yelled. Sam leaned into me, holding on to me for support.

"I don't know!" Gibby screamed.

"Sam's allergic to one kind of hot sauce! It makes her throat close up if she doesn't wash it out with water in a matter of minutes!" Carly cried.

"Freddie do something! She's going to faint! Look at her!"

Carly was right. Sam was on her knees, wheezing. Her eyes were almost closed and she was clutching at her chest. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears.

With a thud, she fell. Her eyes closed.

My heart stopped.

Sam.

No.

Not my Sam.

My poor Sam.

Tears stung my eyes.

Without even thinking, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the elevator. I need to get her some water and flush out her throat.

I needed to save her.

...

Carly slapped Gibby on the shoulder. "What were you thinking? Tabasco Sauce! You could have killed her!"

Gibby smiled. "No worries Carls. I only put a fraction of a drop in. No worries! It won't hurt her. She just needs water that's all!"

Carly nodded her head. "Wow, Gibby you are the master at matchmaking."

"Yeah, Yeah, well don't thank me yet! We still have to get the camera and show the film to them." Gibby said, going over to the backstage area and scooping up Freddie's camera.

"If that doesn't get them together I don't know what else will." Carly mumbled, following Gibby downstairs.

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