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I'm here with the third chapter!!

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And now a special sorry to scifichick07. I know i promised you that this chapter would be up errr lets just say quite a bit ago *bows head in shame* but i had a lot of things come up with school and everything, even though the chapter was half written and then i had to send it to my beta (who is awesome btw. Just saying. And a thanks to her too.) and so it kinda took a long time, so sorry hun.

Almost forgot the disclaimer *gasp* i know how bad is that.

I do not own iCarly - i'm still pretty sure it's all Dan Schneiders (who is also awesome btw.) I could even bet you £500 or dollars whatever suits you that he in fact does still own iCarly and i haven't taken it from him, because i'm nice like that :)

"Are the two of you ready now, Samantha, Freddie?" The pastor asked, completely unaware of the drama that was to ensue at that moment.

"No, no, no, no way! We're not ready, because this isn't happening!" Sam shouted.

"Sam…" Carly started.

"Don't you Sam me," She said in frustration "Carly, how could you do this? You…you're supposed to be my friend, my best friend and you…you do all this" Sam gestured wildly, betrayed, "behind my back."

"Sam it's not like that, I…" Carly started again desperately, but Sam wasn't interested in the least bit.

"You!" Sam said turning to an uneasy Spencer. "You were in on it too."

"All of you!" She said looking around the small local church, until her eyes locked on Freddie, who had moved closer too Sam, but was still a good few metres away from her. He seemed to be avoiding her gaze at all costs.

"…And you." She said menacingly pointing a threatening finger at Freddie. Her glare was enough to burn a hole right through him. He slowly lifted his head to come face to face with a livid Sam. The next thing he saw was a flail of limbs and wild blond hair charging towards him. He lifted his arms to cover his face as a last act of defence, before Sam lunged at him.

Sam could hear various shouts and felt countless people attempt to drag her off of Freddie, who she had now pushed to the ground. She couldn't even see where she was punching and scratching, as the tears rapidly blurred her vision, but she kept going taking every last bit of her anger, betrayal and sadness out on the boy who was now legally her husband.

As she reached back for a clear shot in the face when she was forcefully pulled back by Spencer.

"Let me go, get off." She struggled in his grasp, but Spencer still had a tight hold on her.

"T…tell me you're not going t…to lunge at Freddie again or m…me and I'll let go." Spencer said his voice shaking. He seemed to be absolutely terrified of the small blond girl still thrashing in his hold.

"J…just l…let go!" Sam panted.

"Sam just say it!" Carly shouted.

"Fine!" Sam screamed "I won't kill him or you!"

Spencer quickly released Sam and cowered behind Mrs Benson who was seeing to Freddie. Her giant first aid box/ambulance seemed to have made its way onto the scene too.

Carly held Sam's arm stopping her from doing any more damage to Freddie.

"Mrs Puckett I suggest you stop this charade right now and get to the front of this church to do what you came here to do." The social worker said moving towards Sam.

"I didn't come here to do this and I won't, I won't."

"You agreed to this," her social worker said pulling out papers from a large envelope.

"We have your signature right here." She said showing the papers to Sam.

"But," Sam began.

"Did you sign this?" She asked.

"I…they tricked me I didn't-"

"Did you or didn't you sign this?" She persisted.

"I…Carly tell her." Sam said turning to Carly.

"Sam I'm sorry." Carly sighed.

"What, no! Carls, come on. You know that-"

"I need you to answer my question Mrs Puckett. Is this your signature?" She asked again looking down at a defeated Sam.

Sam looked at Carly whose hand was still on her arm restraining her. She pulled away from her with a scowl and nodded at the social worker.

"Well then are you going to marry this boy?" She asked, pointing at Freddie who had managed to stop his mum fussing over him. He looked at Sam begging her to say yes with his eyes.

"N-" But before Sam could finish Freddie spoke.

"Yes she will." He said determinedly. He walked over to Sam, took hold of her hand and half walked half dragged her to the front of the church.

"No, I can't, let go of me!" She protested trying to pull her hand away from his.

Freddie stopped, but still kept his hold on Sam.

"Listen," He said looking her straight in the eye for the first time since she stepped into the church.

"You have to do this Sam, it's the only way. We all know you don't want to end up in a foster home. This is the only way you'll be able to stay here with Carly and Spencer…and me." He added quietly.

"Just stop all this and let's just get on with it." Freddie's words were so quiet Sam was the only one who could hear him.

She just looked at him for a moment as she silently tried to weigh out the consequences, but her mind was going blank and she couldn't think straight. All she could do was try to stop the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

She closed her eyes for a second to really think. Regret was printed boldly in her head. If she went along with this Freddie was sure to regret it later, maybe even she'd regret it. She couldn't let that happen. What if one day he woke up and decided everything was a mistake. He'd get rid of her no doubt, just get a divorce and dump her somewhere.

Almost as if he'd heard her thoughts Freddie spoke.

"I'm doing this because I want to, not because I have to. Please?"

The social worker walked over to the two.

"Have you made your decision?" She asked for the final time.

Freddie looked hopefully at Sam again.

"Yeah," She said her voice hoarse as she was trying her hardest to hold back the tears.

"And…?"

She took a last glance at Freddie and felt him squeeze her fingers. She closed her eyes and turned away from him.

"Yes," She whispered despite the voice in the back of her head that begged her to say no. She had weighed the consequences and this definitely wasn't the way to go, but she still agreed, although she was almost certain one day one of them was definitely going to regret it.

The whole ceremony was a blur to Sam. She seemed to be in a daze or some kind of day dream until she felt someone give her a small nudge.

"Sam?"

"Huh? What?"

She turned to Freddie and then realised she was in fact in front of the pastor who was there marrying the two. The whole church was silent until the pastor spoke up again.

"Do you Samantha Puckett take thee Fredward Benson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Uh…" Was all she managed to say. She took a quick look at Freddie.

"Sam, y…you have to say I do." He whispered.

Sam heard him, but she didn't speak.

"Sam, come on." Freddie whispered again.

She still remained silent. Freddie looked up at the pastor not knowing what else to do.

The pastor gave a small cough hoping to attract 'the bride's' attention, but Sam was still ignoring everything around her.

"Err, do you Samantha Pu-" The pastor started again, but this time he was stopped by Sam.

"I don't need you to say it again." She said scowling.

"Well…" He urged.

She sighed before mumbling an 'I do', just loud enough for the pastor and Freddie to hear.

Sam's eyes widened as the next thing she heard was "You may now kiss the bride."

She dared to sneak a glance at Freddie who seemed just as panicked as she did, but he on the other hand wasn't afraid to show it. His cheeks had a red tinge to them and he was fidgeting with his fingers.

"Uh…we, I… I think," He stuttered.

"We're cutting that out." Sam said blatantly. Freddie seem to let out a sigh of relief probably at the thought of what Sam would do to him if he tried to kiss her right there, but a part of him was still a bit disappointed that she hadn't really even given him a chance to do it.

"In that case, I know pronounce you man and wife." The pastor finished.

Freddie turned to look at Sam giving her a small smile, which she returned with a glare. He awkwardly put a slightly shaking hand out in front of him offering it to Sam. Sam gave Freddie's hand one look swatted it away and then walked out of the church, Carly hurrying behind her.

It seemed like everyone seemed to be in on this apart from Sam. Everyone seemed to know that Sam would finally cave, because everything was set up so well.

She currently stood in the doorway of Freddie's bedroom. Where Freddie's double bed, which once stood alone, was now sandwiched between a huge wardrobe with a full sized mirror and many built in drawers, and a single bed. A suitcase labelled 'Essentials' was stood upright leaning against the single bed. On the floor beside Freddie's desk was Sam's school bag and on the desk were her few school books as she normally left many of them forgotten in the back of her locker. On the small cabinet in the corner of the room was Sam's mini fridge. She even noticed the small changes like that lock that had been fitted on Freddie's, or now Sam and Freddie's, bathroom.

"Err you should go in quick. I only just convinced my mom that we'd be fine getting to bed on our own." Freddie said, but Sam didn't budge.

"And if you don't hurry up she'll be upstairs soon checking if you brushed your teeth 30 brushes on each tooth and what not." He added with an uncomfortable chuckle.

They both walked in and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a moment, Sam still staring at all her things which seemed to have miraculously appeared here in Freddie's bedroom.

"Err I think your pyjamas will be in the wardrobe – Carly and my mom sorted it all out for you earlier." Freddie said, gathering his things.

Sam walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. She could tell straight away that it had been organised by Carly and Mrs Benson. On one side, neatly hung up, were all Freddie's tops and shirts and then below were his jeans and pants. There were two drawers, which Sam assumed were socks and boxers and things. She turned to her much larger side of the wardrobe and saw that her things had been neatly colour coded and hung up, winter clothes on one side, summer on the other. Underneath, jeans, shorts, skirts and leggings had been stacked nicely and again colour coordinated. On the right were two drawers, one filled with underwear and the other with socks, belts and tights, and when she thought there couldn't be any more she opened up a drawer with all her shoes lined up neatly next to each other. She stood rifling through the various items and drawers looking for her pyjamas.

She finally found them and turned to see Freddie looking at her.

"You can change in here and I'll go in the bathroom, 'kay?" He asked.

Sam just gave a small nod to show him that she'd acknowledged him and then waited for him to leave, so she could change. He walked into the bathroom and Sam started changing, she was just about to put on her girly cow pyjama top when Freddie's voice came from the bathroom.

"Are you done? Can I come in?" He asked.

Sam had to speak to him now. It was either that or he walked in on her in only a pair of pink striped shorts and a bra.

"No, wait." She called quickly pulling on her t-shirt.

"Done." She said, almost immediately Freddie walked in with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Yur toof brush ish ready in the bafroom." He said pointing to the bathroom.

"I'm sure you could have said that after you spat the toothpaste out of your mouth." Sam said, walking towards the bathroom. She waited a few seconds for Freddie to finish and then he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Sam grabbed her brush off of the small chrome container it was placed in. She took Freddie's sugar-free extra-whitening non-toxin all-natural and organic recyclable-tube toothpaste and brushed her teeth. She studied his gleaming bathroom, before rinsing her mouth and walking towards the door. She opened it to see only the small lamp in the corner of the room on illuminating Freddie's face.

"You can have the double bed and yeah, I know it's only 9.00pm, but mom's rules." He laughed at the look of shock on Sam's face.

"Don't worry just pretend to be asleep when she checks in, which should be in about 3 minutes." He said checking his watch. "And then you can get up if you want, but you can't go anywhere else in the house. She puts the alarm on."

"Crazy." Sam muttered before walking to what she guessed was her bed now and climbing in.

"'Night." Freddie said before turning out the lamp.

"...And I'm sorry about doing all this behind your back."

Yeah, so the second half of this chapter i didn't really love, but you know...i didn't really want to give you just the first half and i'd already re-wrote the second bit a billion and 1 times.

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