Yep, you got me. I do own iCarly. I plan on doing one more season, a TV movie, and Sam and Freddie getting back together, so now you can all stop worrying. :p


Model Trains

"I'm back in!" he shouted, bursting into the room with too much glee for a simple greeting. "I'm in! I'm in! I'm back in!"

Carly looked up from her book. Sam looked up from her plastic fishing rod. He had already donned his conductor's cap, and he beamed with pride as he showed them his redeemed badge, winking in the light. He did a little skip around the water coffee table and dove on the couch next to it.

"Why are you so giddy?" Carly sat up on her bed, placing her math book to the side.

"Yeah," Sam chimed, "Did you finally get your Mom to stop giving you tick baths?" A wet plastic fish dangled at the end of her magnetic line and the water made a shallow splash as she tossed it back.

"Nope. You're not gonna bring me down, Sam. Not this time."

He maintained his grin, spurning Carly to ask, "Well, are you gonna tell us or not?"

"Don't keep us in suspense, Frednub," Sam said, dryly.

He kicked up his legs on the very edge of the table, tucked his hands behind his head and began. "I'm a Training Bro again. My model train club finally accepted me back in! Isn't that great?"

There was a lull, and both Carly and Sam went back to their previous activities, with Carly buried in trigonometry and Sam pretending those fish she was bent on catching for the last hour were edible.

"Well, I'm excited and that's all that matters," he opted out gracefully. "It took me six months. I was beginning to think they were never going to let me back in, thanks to Sam."

"Hey, I gave those nerds some female interaction. God knows they needed it."

Carly stifled a giggle.

"You gave them a heart attack... and two months worth of model building shot to dust with your little stunt!"

"My stunt was the highlight of the meeting," she defended.

Before Carly could stop their burgeoning tiff that would have assuredly turned into a full fledged argument, Freddie sprung from the couch, bid the girls goodbye and left with his dignity in tact before Sam could take a good whack at it. He made another circuit around the room flaunting his joy and exited, ready to share the good news with Spencer and Gibby.

Carly smirked and turned a page, only after making sure he was gone. "Are you ever going to tell him?"

"Nah. It's better if he doesn't know."

"How did you get him back in anyway?"

"Easy. I told those geeks I'd steal their lunch money for the rest of the year if they didn't."

"That it?"

"There may have been a threat of physical abuse in there too."

"Oh, Sam," Carly shook her head, not the slightest bit surprised.

Lies, extortion, secrets and a dancing boy too happy for his own good—none of that mattered. It made him happy, and after all the pride and annoyance was pushed aside, she could admit seeing him this way made her happy too.


Suggested by asian at the disco 265. I went for a variation. Hope it was up to par.