Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, but I really would like to own some of Spencer's neon socks…

Chapter 4

Sam crashed in Carly's old room after dinner. She really didn't feel like being the third wheel, not when she was already feeling off... She hated being there with Whitney and Spencer. Well, not so much Spencer… But the two of them together drove her crazy. It bothered her that Whitney was so nice. It made hating her a whole lot harder. Sure, if Whitney was horrible, Sam wouldn't feel bad about hating her, but she was just so… nice. She always talked to Sam and asked her how her job was and how school was going, et cetera, et cetera.

Sam just felt so alone when Whitney was around. When it was just her and Spencer, she couldn't have been happier. Spencer just made her get in touch with her –god forbid that she actually admits that she has one –warm fuzzy side. He made her feel so…

Oh, god, what was she thinking? He was Spencer… that was all.

As Sam drifted off though, her thoughts of Spencer were drowned out by an oncoming nightmare. Her mind dragged her through the maze of memories, bringing her to the night that she was attacked. Everything was still fuzzy, blurry, and unrecognizable. The voice still rang in her head, "Tell anyone, and I will kill you." The blade shining in the street light was now emblazoned on her brain. The pain that rushed over her as the blade pierced her skin now came flowing over her skin as though it just happened… She was in pain, in danger. She needed… she needed help! Help! Someone, help!

Sam shot up out of her slumber, sweat pouring down her face. What had just happened? Did those things really happen? She had no idea…

She laid back down, hugging a pillow to her chest. It was just a dream, right? But she couldn't fall asleep. The voice… that threatening voice had her worried. She wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. She felt unsafe…

She stood up and crept down the stairs, heading into the kitchen. Food would help, she was sure it would help. But when she looked, nothing looked good to eat, not even left-over spaghetti tacos.

She ventured out into the family room, looking for an answer. And she found it. The light under Spencer's door was still on… Surely he would have an answer.

She tapped lightly on his door, and he called, "Come!" She pushed it open and entered his room. Spencer was sitting in bed, shirtless, sketching in a sketchbook. He looked up at her and furrowed his brow. He could tell that something was wrong. "Sam, are you okay?" he asked, putting down the sketchbook.

She nodded, tugging at her t-shirt. She couldn't help but blush at his bare chest. "I, uh…" God, why was she here again? "I kinda… I had a…"

Spencer raised an eyebrow at her. "Sam, did you have a bad dream?"

She blushed harder. When it was put like that, it sounded so childish. "Yeah, kinda…"

He smiled and held out a hand to her. Cautiously, she placed her hand in his, her heart beating against her ribcage, and he pulled her toward him. "Just curl up with me tonight," he said, using his free hand to pat the space on the bed next to him.

Sam did her best not to let her jaw drop. "Wh-what?" she stammered, pulling her hand out of his. "Sleep down here? With you?"

"Yeah," he replied. "Who else?"

She shrugged. It wasn't like she didn't want to sleep in the same bed as Spencer. No, I was that she really, really, wanted to sleep in the same bed as Spencer, and she was afraid that if she did, her heart wouldn't stop battling with her ribcage, and she wouldn't be able to sleep at all. "Well, I don't know, Spence," she said.

He sighed, grabbed her hand, and pulled Sam back toward him into a hug. "Come on, it'll be just like a sleepover!" he said excitedly, hoping that that would convince her to stay.

A sleepover with Spencer did sound like fun. And she really didn't feel safe sleeping alone. It wasn't like she had anybody else to turn to. "Okay," she agreed, returning the hug.

"Awesome!" he let her go and stood up, revealing that he was, in fact, wearing sweatpants. Sam hadn't been so sure if he was or not. "What movie do you want to watch?"

Sam shrugged. She wasn't expecting to actually do something at this point, just to go to sleep, or at least try. But no, Spencer really actually did want to treat this like an actual sleepover. Spencer decided upon a fast-paced action movie, and they curled up in his bed with some Peppy Cola and popcorn.

They sat together, laughing at the wicked stunts in the movie and chowing down on the popcorn. Sam felt way totally comfortable with Spencer. He made her forget about the nightmare she had. He made the rest of the world around them disappear. It was just the two of them floating in nothing.

"You feeling better?" Spencer asked, tearing his eyes from the movie for a minute.

She smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, I am. Thanks."

He grinned widely. "I call it the Spencer method. It cures almost everything."

Sam suppressed a laugh and replied, "I'm sure it does."

A silence fell over them. Not an uncomfortable silence, quite the opposite actually. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. By the end of the movie, Sam had fallen asleep, her hand resting on his bare chest.

Spencer smiled down at her and ran his fingers through her blonde tendrils. "Sweet dreams, Sam," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

AN: If I do say so myself, AWWWWWWWWWW! Anyways, please R&R! And thanks for the reviews!