Disclaimer: iCarly does not and will never belong to me; the true genius behind this show is Dan Schneider and the rest of the crew in the Schneider Bakery.


Sam's stomach growled audibly and she groaned, flopping into a bean bag chair.

She was in the studio waiting for Carly and Freddie to come so they could rehearse for the show. For a moment she thought it was strange, since usually she was the last one to arrive, but brushed it off thinking that they were probably getting smoothies or helping Spencer with a sculpture.

Five minutes passed and her stomach was starting to sound like Chewbacca on steroids. Sam got up and pressed for the elevator to go downstairs to see what was going on. But the elevator wouldn't open.

Eyebrow cocked, she moved to open the door and found it firmly shut even though she could see clearly through the keyhole that it wasn't locked.

"Hungry, Sam?"

She whirled around to find Freddie leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I'm starving," she complained. "And how'd you get in? The door and elevator are stuck."

He ignored her question, pulling his hand out of his pocket to reveal a fat cake. "Want it?"

She noticed he was looking at her weirdly and decided she just wanted to get the hell out of there and find Carly. Yet, when she tried to move her feet, they wouldn't budge.

"What the hell?" Sam yelled, looking down at her feet. She glared at Freddie, annoyed. "What'd you do nub?"

He continued to stare at her while opening the fat cake, the wrapper crinkling loudly. Her stomach growled again and she felt a sharp pang in her gut.

"Hand it over," she ordered, hand outstretched. He smirked, shaking his head lazily.

"You want it?" Freddie taunted, wagging the fat cake. "Come and get it."

Sam opened her mouth to refuse and call him a list of obscenities but couldn't find her voice. Instead, she found her feet moving slowly towards him. She felt panic bubble up in her chest as she willed her feet to stop, but they just kept going until she was right in front of him. The smile was gone now; he was staring at her again with a dark look in his eyes that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge.

Her hand moved in to grab the fat cake but he snatched it out of arms length, holding on to her wrist. "Not yet," he murmured.

Freddie then crushed the fat cake, grinning wolfishly as Sam's eyes widened in horror. The cream spread all over his hand, crumbs spilling down onto the carpet. She tried to yell at him but still couldn't talk, so she chose to scowl instead.

He then let go of her wrist and extended his fat-cake covered hand out to her, mirth in his eyes. Her mouth opened in anger and horror as she realized what he was going to say.

"Eat it."

Sam tried once again to protest but it was useless. She watched in alarm as her body moved towards him, heart pounding wildly. Her eyes refused to close as her body moved downward until her lips were hovering over his hand. Tongue out, she licked the expanse of his hand slowly, a sweet, musky taste filling her mouth. She continued until his hand was clean before pulling back.

This time when she looked at him he was smiling at her like normal Freddie; as if nothing had happened.

Before she could even process what was going on, Sam felt her vision going black. A moment later she jumped up from the bean bag chair, startled. Carly and Freddie were next to her, shaking her awake.

"Are you alright?" Carled asked worriedly. "You were trembling. Did you have a nightmare?"

Sam opened her mouth to respond but glanced at Freddie first. He had the same concerned look as Carly, but for a split second she saw the other Freddie; brown eyes staring intensely. She shivered, looking away quickly before shaking her head. "Nothing, it was nothing. Now let's do this chizz so I can eat. I'm starving."

Carly laughed and they got up to start practicing. Sam glanced back at Freddie again, who was standing in front of his laptop as usual. She looked at his hand one more time, licking her lips unconsciously before turning back to the rehearsal. Damn, she was really hungry.


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