Chapter II time peoples, oh yeah, that's right, Chapter II! Quick updates with this story seem to be easy, I'm hooked on my little story, and can't wait to get you guys to the point I'm already at in my head, so, here goes…

…oh, and I don't own Jack, really, I don't own anything in this story, other then the original characters and the Santa Victoria Academia. Nickelodeon or Viacom or some guys own iCarly, and all characters and places there in, well, other then Seattle, that's a real place ;P

Enjoy guys, oh, and if you're a big wig, please don't sue me!

In this chapter Freddie arrives home to a welcome wagon from his Mom, Carly and Sam, we learn more about Sam and Mrs. Benson's new friendship, and we get a slight taste of Seddie for the future, hope you guys all enjoy!

A breath against her lips snapped her eyes open from her dancing darkness. She looked up in to the brown orbs that seemed to hover in front of her in the darkness until her vision completely returned, revealing the serene visage of Fredward Allen Benson. That's right, Freddie and Sam were dancing. Her body pressed firmly against his, arms wrapped possessively around his back, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

She looked up in to his eyes still, searching them for the words which she knew were fighting to make their way off of her tongue at their very moment. Searching for validation of her feelings, and the hope that they be returned in full, not just with a simple "you're okay yourself Sam," as the past had done to her too many times. Everyone thought she was just this little rock with a heart of stone, who didn't care, and couldn't be effected by her surroundings, or other's actions and opinions. Everyone was wrong.

Sam cared what others thought, and how they felt. In particular Carly, Melanie, Spencer, Gibby, Wendy, and above all else FREDDIE! Yes, she cared. The reason she closed herself off from other's prying eyes and ears for so long was because she had long ago accepted that she was only "okay herself" not "loved" by others. People who didn't really care, her Father, her ex-boyfriends from the earlier days of middle school, before iCarly got started, and before she'd stopped hiding her feelings for Freddie. She had been broken, and she thought that everyone hated her for it. If she had only known now what Freddie was just about to say to her for the second time that night, "I love you Samantha Joy Puckett. I love you, and I think I always have. Ever since you stole the Ham off my Hawaiian pizza on the first day of 4th grade. I've been in love with you since I first saw that golden yellow fireball and those big blue eyes floating at its center as I was run down."

That was all Sam had ever needed to hear to make her melt, and ball tears of joy for almost an hour on end. She needed to hear those three little words, and she needed to hear them from HIM.

A hand fell gently upon Sam's knee, a gesture which, no matter how gentle, in any other circumstance would have cost someone their hand. However in this circumstance, waking Sam from a wonderful dream accompanied with a mother's tone, she awoke calmly, with a sighing yawn. "Wake up Sam dear, we're here," Marissa said, as she jostled the azure eyed blonde in to the land of the living.

"Mmmmm…" Sam said, stretching her arms out in the front seat of Mrs. Benson's Volvo station wagon. Looking to her left, to see the beaming smile of Freddie's mom, Sam blinked the darkness away. She heard a giggle from behind her and peaked over her shoulder to see Carly shaking her head in disbelief.

"What?" Sam asked, shooting an accusatory look over her shoulder at the doe eyed Brunette. She'd been doing that ever since Mrs. Benson woke them up that morning with a phone call to Sam's cell phone.

"Nothing, nothing at all, Sam my dear." The pleated haired brunette mocked in response, causing a slight smirk to cross her face. Sam shook her own head now, realizing the joke which Carly had been laughing at internally. Yeah, Sam thought, it may seem strange that she and Marissa had become so close these last few months since Freddie had left, but if Carly paid as much attention to Sam as she did to her interactions with Mrs. Benson she would realize what had spawned their new friendship. First off it had started as just a way for Sam to keep tabs on Freddie, and check in on him without alerting him to her concern. Then, the more she stopped by the Benson home, it had turned in to more. You see Samantha Joy Puckett's mother wasn't the most loving figure in the world.

"Mmmmm…" Sam sighed again, this time shaking her head regarding her mother's lack of affection. She couldn't blame the woman, having her Dad split when she was only 18 months, and leave her mother alone with her and Melanie couldn't have been easy, but Marissa was different. She had lost her husband, not to divorce, or abandonment, but to Death, the inescapable final chapter in the life of any loved one.

That was what had turned Marissa in to the over protective mother she had become. That was what made her insure that Freddie never strayed to far from the proverbial "side walk." Though Marissa never told Sam, even during their evening cups of tea that they'd been sharing in secret even from the Shays these last few months, of the exact circumstances of her late husband's passing, she was sure that Freddie's father had an effect on his son's development as a man. From what she'd told Sam of Mr. Benson he had been the type of man that Freddie was shaping up to be himself, polite, respectful, strong, and trustworthy, four things which Sam appreciated most about Freddie. Well, other then his amazing brown eyes, and that cute smirk he'd get on his face when he rolled his eyes.

"Well, time to go to work." Sam said, to no one in particular, as the trio of ladies walked in to the airport doors at the United Airlines terminal. It was time to put on her mask, no not the goofy looking, cool (yes something can be both goofy looking and cool, why? Because Sam said so, that's why) fencing mask that Freddie wore during his bouts, but a mask of nonchalance, and disenfranchisement. An uncaring façade that would hide her feelings from Freddie, Carly, and Marissa for the remainder of the day, she would tell Freddie how much she'd missed him, and about the feelings she was beginning to develop for him in do time, but not today, not here, and certainly not in front of Carly and his Mom.

"Here he comes! My little boy!" Marissa said jubilantly, as she Saw Freddie's face begin to become visible as the Escalator from the baggage platform made its descent down to the lobby floors. Her little boy probably wasn't the best possible description though, Sam thought to herself, as it was obvious that in the last few months Freddie had quite the growth spurt.

Standing at least three inches taller then she had seen him last, with a bit of baby fat gone from his face, which was starting to sharpen in to the handsome features of an adult male, and what looked like it might even be the slightest degree of five o'clock shadow on his jaw, Freddie became visible. A gulping noise, barely audible above the level of a pin drop, came from Sam's throat. Great, it was bad enough that she had been falling for awkward old "I'm only suave and savvy when I have a foil or a laptop in my hand," Freddie, but now he was a 5'8" or taller babe, with those same piercing brown eyes! "Somebody kill me now, before the tide drags me under!"

Sam had thought that she whispered these words quiet enough to go unnoticed, but she was dead wrong. A thin line of a smirk crossed over Carly's face, and a plot made its way in to her head as it did. "HEY FREDDIE!!!" Carly yelled, running forward to hug the newly grown boy in front of her, maybe if she made a little unnecessary physical contact with him, she could push Sam to stake her claim.

"Carly, how goes it girly?" Freddie asked, as the brunette curled in to his chest and neck hard with a nuzzling hug. He felt the contact, and he heard the girl's rustling, but his eyes, ah yes, those chocolate brown eyes which Sam was still staring at, unbeknownst to Freddie, were locked on to Sam's smile for dear life.

That's when it happened, Hurricane Marissa. Freddie was whisked almost off the ground by his Mother and her rush to hug him, something that amazed him as he knew he had to out weigh his mother by at least thirty pounds of pure muscle by now. "FREDWARD! OH MY LITTLE BOY!" This brought a chuckle to Freddie's ears from his left, where Sam now stood picking up the bags he had dropped in the cyclone of his Mother's attack.

"Hi Sam," Freddie said, wishing he could give the girl more attention, but quickly being pulled along by his mother toward the doors.

"Hey Nub," Sam said, with what Freddie could only hope was a joking tone, as a smile seemed to creep over her uncaring expression, even if only for an instant.

Back at Bushwell, the welcome home antics were in full swing by the time 5 PM hit, and Freddie had woke up from a much needed nap after a busy afternoon of explaining every moment of his last 5 months to his Mother, Carly, Spencer, and a surprisingly interested Sam. Now here they all were, in the iCarly studio, minus his mother of course, whom had been forced to leave for job related duties at the hospital, dancing away on the hardwood flooring in the large room. Gibby was currently doing a good impression of a drunk, dancing shirtless on the hood of the old 67 Mustang front end Spencer had done for the studio as a sort of stop gap project between sculptures, even though the only beer he'd had was of the root variety.

Freddie smiled, as he was pulled on to the dance floor himself by two of his friends, Carly, and Sam, the other two members of the triumvirate. The next thing he knew they were random dancing the night away, in the midst of "Welcome home Freddie," and "What's up my man?" Greetings from all of the attendees as they went about their merry ways, partying well in to the night.

Sometime around 11:00 PM after all of the noise and insanity of dancing began to calm, very few were left frolicking on the dance floor. Fewer still remained to stand around and talk with Freddie about the past few months along the side of the scene. Carly approached Freddie from the left, and Melanie to his right, sandwiching him between them in front of the punch table. He was currently staring at Sam who danced wondrously to the beat of the Hip Hop track playing on the impressive stereo system that was wired throughout the studio.

"Why are you just standing there you lump, say something to her!" Carly pushed, having run out of patience with watching the two tip toe around each other with the obvious tension that seemed to have become almost palpable between them since his plane had arrived.

"Really Freddie, I don't know why you and Sam are acting so strangely," Melanie said, putting her push in as well. "But it is quite obvious that the both of you have something to say to one another, so why not go talk to her. Last Sam had told me the two of you had been getting along much better the last few months before you left."

Freddie's ears perked up at that, Melanie had struck a cord, it was true that he and Sam had been getting much closer as friends before he'd left. But that was before these feelings had really become so obvious to him, that had started during the Summer. Now when he looked at her he didn't see his dangerous friend, he saw a woman whom if insulted by his advances could tear him in to pieces. "Maybe you're right." Freddie said, ignoring the warnings in the back of his head, this was why he'd gone to Spain to begin with, to become strong enough for this moment. Strong enough for Sam. It was time to see how well he'd faired, while this was only a temporary visit, it would make it all the easier for him to strengthen himself if he knew there was something waiting for him. Who knows what could happen if he didn't tell Sam how he felt now, she might fall in love with someone else, and be too far beyond his reach when he returned, no matter how strong her got. So gathering what courage he had gained these past months in Barcelona, he moved forward.

Meeting Sam at the center of the dance floor, Freddie tapped her shoulder to bring her out of her close eyed reveling. Looking at him for an instant with those ice blue eyes shining like a pair of sapphires for just a brief moment, while she smiled widely at him, Freddie realized right then what made his heart skip a beat every time he'd seen her since fourth grade. It wasn't the fear of another beating, as he'd tried to make it seem for so many years, but rather her wild and care free attitude, and that smile that never ceased to elevate his mood. "Hey Nub-zilla what's up?"

He let the corner of his mouth perk up in to a slight smirk as he offered a hand toward Sam, the transition of songs having just ended, and a slower paced R and B song having started up. "May I have this dance Demon?" Freddie asked, raising a brow, and bending a knee to give Sam a slight bow.

"If you can manage not to step on either of our feet too much dork," Sam offered in return, taking Freddie's hand and stepping in to dance closer to him to the sound of some old Usher song or another. She had been trying to hold her concentration and keep up her facade as best she could, but once the music had hit her earlier it became harder by the moment. So she'd just stayed on the dance floor, trying to keep herself as hidden from Freddie as she possibly could, but now that he was pressed close to her, and her head was resting on his shoulder, she could finally let it out. Her face softened from the hard front she'd been holding all day, and for once, for just one solitary moment between her and Freddie, she was able to be a girl. Not the "school tough girl" but just a girl, dancing with just a boy, on a dance floor where only they existed.

"So, how's España?" Sam whispered in to Freddie's ear, with just enough playfulness to sound flirty, but just enough flippancy to still sound like Sam.

"What, no Fredwierdo?" Freddie asked, whispering in to her mane of luscious blonde curls in response to her own question.

"Not right now Freddie, right now, it's just two friends hanging out, talking about the awesome private school one of them got in to." Sam says with a smile, happy enough to hold Freddie tightly around his neck and nestle in his chest to not need the validation she'd been seeking for her feelings for all these months.

"That sounds good to me Sam, and if you really wanted to know Spain has been amazing." Freddie finally answered the earlier question, a slight chuckle escaping his mouth afterward.

Sam just nodded an affirmative against his chest as she continued to revel in the moment.

While all this was going on, Carly and Melanie had joined Spencer in the living room, and they were currently recording a copy of the dance using one of the iCarly cameras, which they played back on the screen of Carly's I-Pear laptop. Carly and Melanie sighed together, as they watched the peaceful pair, wishing they could freeze the two in time at that moment. "I knew we were right!"

Came Carly's excited response to the picture in front of them. Melanie nodded in agreement as she choked back a low sob. Spencer, crouched behind the couch looking over the girl's shoulders at the image had to nod himself, lost in old memories of Sam and Freddie throughout the time he'd known the two.

Spencer was sure that this was just the beginning of the process that would some day put the two together, but he was glad to finally see it coming to pass. He still remembered when Freddie had told him about the Semester at Sea program, and how he had given up his chance to live that dream for Sam.

Whether Freddie had realized it then or not, Spencer had seen it starting. The way Freddie had blushed as he told the story, and the hot under the collar anger he'd had in his eyes when he mentioned Missy.

It was enough to make Spencer proud, seeing how the two of them had finally started to grow out of their teenaged awkwardness, and start thinking like adults. Their confused feelings of hatred finally being unveiled for their own eyes for what they really were, thinly disguised caring.

Spencer liked to think as he watched the two grow up over the years since he had met them, that he had done more then just watch. He liked to believe that he had influenced their maturation to adulthood. Especially Freddie. While he had been their for Sam, he knew that she had grown up more of her own accord, having to lookout for herself with a mother who so often forgot to do so, to the point that it had often left Spence sitting up in bed at night, when Sam would sneak in through their front door after picking the lock, and crash on the couch. She would always leave in the morning locking the door behind her, and it had always made him want to just throw the door of his bedroom open to tell her she was welcome to stay. But Freddie, he was different, he had no Father figure in his life, and being a boy it was harder on him then even Sam's life had been on her without her own. Yes his mother cared for him to no end, but a boy needed a man to look up to, and though Spencer had never tried to force himself on Freddie or Sam as such, but he tried his best to be there for them both. Freddie had even told him before that he was the closest thing he had to a father figure in his life, though he preferred to consider Spencer a big brother.

That was around the same time as Freddie and Carly's break up. Maybe a month or so after he had returned to school, and he had told Spencer that he was glad to call Carly a friend, and would probably never want to date her again, because while he still loved her, it had grown in to a sisterly sort of love.

"Good luck you two crazy kids, good luck," Spencer said with a wide smile, just before closing the screen, as the two had separated from one another up stairs.

"Good night Sam," Freddie said, as he headed down the stairs from the studio. A smile crossing his face as he walked away from the most wonderful five minutes he had ever spent in his life.

"Good night Freddie," Sam said, before adding in once Freddie had passed out of ear shot. "Thanks for the dance."

Okay everybody, hope you liked reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you'll enjoy Chapter III when it hits soon too. Tomorrow I'll be releasing both Chapter III, and a new fic set in Tree Hill from One Tree Hill. Check it out if you're interested, and please, as usual R and R, it helps my process :P

Yours on the screen ~ Frank