Thank you so much to all of my reviewers! And thanks so much to all of you readers that are still with me after having waiting this long to find out what's wrong with Sam. I'm proud to announce that this is indeed the chapter. Make sure you review and tell me what you think!
Oh my gosh, guys! Guess what? I'm going to be seeing Jennette in concert in five more days! I've never been so excited in my life. I'm going to make my mom wear her Seddie shirt :p
Also: A special thanks to XcrozzybabezX and bananarama92 for your dreams that inspired Carly and Freddie's dreams in this chapter. And thank you to all of the rest of you that sent me your dreams too! You're all so unique, and it was hard to choose just two.
Disclaimer: Dan happens to own Seddie and all that other chiz that makes iCarly amazing.

When the bell rang for school to finally be over, Sam rushed out of the classroom. Even if she was still in school technically, it felt good to be out of class. Carly met Sam at their lockers, which were right beside of each other that year. Sam had made sure to grab the one next to Carly's before anyone else did.

"Are you going to come home with me this evening so we can get started on iCarly ideas, or are you going home first?" Carly questioned her blonde friend. They had an iCarly meeting that evening. Nothing to rehearse yet, but they were coming up with ideas.

"You went grocery shopping the other day, right?" Sam asked, watching Carly place her book into her locker.

"Yea, why?" Carly answered.

"Yea, I'm coming to your house," Sam smirked. She hadn't bothered getting any books out of her locker today. She knew she'd be having cramps later on that later, and text books and cramps did not mix well with Sam. Hell, text books and anything didn't mix well with her. Freddie came up behind the both of them.

"What time are we meeting for iCarly?" he asked them.

"We're actually going to whenever we get to my house. Be sure you keep looking out your peephole to see when we get there," Carly laughed.

"I stopped doing that a long time ago, seriously," Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Right," Sam grinned.

When Sam and Carly arrived at her apartment building after school, Sam was explaining to Carly that she believed her pain was going away.

"It just seems like it has died down some today, you know?" Sam said.

"That's great! You see, Sam, I knew you'd be fine." Carly replied happily.

"Yea, but I'm still curious what it is that caused it in the first place," Sam explained, "Gosh, why can't they just call already?"

"Oh, that reminds me," Carly began as she pushed the eight button on the elevator, "What all did the doctor say when he called you today?"

"How did you know about that?" Sam looked at her questionably, as if to say, "stalker?"

"Freddie texted me during that class and told me a little about it. He couldn't tell me very many details though because he was trying to text without the teacher noticing," she explained to Sam.

"I wonder when he's ever going to get over you," Sam smirked, shaking her head and completely disregarding Carly's question. They stopped on floor five and a woman and her little girl climbed on.

"What brought that on?" Carly asked, "And I don't know. He seems to have seriously stopped flirting so much."

"Well, he risked getting in trouble in class just to text you," Sam looked down at her feet. Sam remembered when they had their first kiss together. She remembered that she had begun to wonder if she possibly had feelings for him. Especially after Carly had found out about the kiss and questioned them, "I mean, did you guys... you know... like it?" Since then though, Sam had convinced herself she was only caught in the moment and had pushed whatever feelings she might've had away.

"Yea," Carly said, "but he was texting me about you," she raised her eyebrows at Sam. The elevator stopped on floor eight and the two of them climbed off.

"Oh, no, Shay. Don't you even try to say that Frederly is interested in me. I'd knock his teeth down his throat if he ever tried to bother me like he does you," Sam explained. They turned the corner and were now beside of Carly and Freddie's doors.

"I know, Sam," she laughed, "and I think Freddie knows that too. Maybe that's why he hasn't tried."

"Here, let me prove it to you. He's still head over heels for you," Sam had lowered her voice. She crept quietly beside of Freddie's door and lifted her hand to the peephole. She quickly stuck her index finger over the hole, which would've blocked Freddie's vision. He would be wondering why his vision was suddenly blocked out. When nothing happened, Sam sighed, "He's getting tricky."

She then slammed her fist onto the door as she had done once before to prove that he was looking out his peephole. Still, no one made a sound or opened the door.

"You seeee?" Carly smiled, "He's in love with you now," she teased, doing a small dance. Sam gave a small growl and yanked his door open. She saw Freddie walking toward the door, probably after having heard the bang.

"Get your ass out here, Benson!"

"What've I done now, Sam?" Freddie sounded a bit bored. He was so used to this that he almost wasn't afraid of her anymore; almost.

"Nothing new, Fredbag, just that your lazy ass isn't ready to work on iCarly," she turned and opened Carly's door.

"I'm completely ready," he argued, reaching his front door. Sam was already inside Carly's apartment though.

"She means well," Carly explained to him, "I think I just embarrassed her with something I said."

"I know she does," he replied, exasperated. Then the two of them followed after her.

"So, I figured we could do a segment on dreams," Carly looked at her two friends. All three of them were sitting on an individual bean bag, and Carly had a notebook on her lap and a pen in her hand.

"Go on," Sam said, shoving a fat cake in her mouth. Even though she had been annoyed, that hadn't stopped her from raiding the kitchen.

"Well, I thought it might be interesting to the viewers if we shared our recent dreams and had them to vote on the website which once they'd like to see us act out," Carly explained. Freddie nodded his head.

"That sounds like a good idea. The viewers always seem to love when they get to be involved," he replied. Sam, on the other hand, was still looking at Carly with a blank stare.

"Is something wrong, Sam?" Carly giggled.

"I just don't think that's a very good idea," Sam had automatically been reminded of her dream the night before. There was no way she'd be sharing that dream with either of them, much less acting it out.

"Why is that?" Carly questioned, truly confused by Sam's refusal.

"I have…weird dreams," Sam said this in the easiest way possible. She didn't very well want to blurt out, because I had a dream of kissing this tech nerd sitting here.

"I think we all could've probably guessed that anyway," Freddie smiled at her, "I can see it now. You're swimming in a vat of chili, right?" Sam shot Freddie an annoyed glance.

"How about you and Freddie just tell about your dreams," she shoved some more fat cake in her mouth, "Fie is dis so bam gud?" Carly and Freddie had almost learned how to completely decipher everything Sam said with food in her mouth. They'd had a lot of practice at it over the years. They could also tell that Sam was trying to switch the subject though.

"Come on, Sam. Just change your dream a little so that it can make a little sense," Carly begged.

"Yea, and if you're worried about it being too crazy or silly for iCarly…do you seriously realize what kind of webshow you're actually on?" Freddie smiled again. Sam just looked at him blankly, chewing on her fat cake.

"Ok, so I'll go first," Carly said, taking Sam's silence as an agreement, "I had a dream a couple nights ago that I was pregnant. I was in Spencer's room giving birth. It was the weirdest thing ever. I gave birth to three kittens, a human baby, and a blender," Freddie's face distorted into a "wtf" look, "Yea," Carly laughed, and then continued, "Spencer and I were struggling because we didn't want to have to tell dad about it. So while Spencer was on the phone with dad, I went into the kitchen and the kittens, baby, and blender all started running away. I started crying and started to chase after them, but Spencer put his hand on my shoulder and told me that if they were really meant to be with me, they would've stayed. Turns out, one of the kittens stayed with me."

"See, Carly? That dream was way more interesting than anything I could have. You're the creative one here. I think we should ditch the voting and just act out yours," Sam leaned over and patted her friend on the back, as if to say "good job" for being such a great dreamer.

"Well, just wait," Carly smiled, slightly flattered, "We haven't even heard Freddie's yet."

"Yea, yea," Sam said. She was just ready to get this whole thing over with. Freddie looked over at Sam and rolled his eyes.

"I have to agree with Sam. That was pretty interesting, Carly. But I'll tell you mine anyway. Last night, I had a dream that a man in a yellow suit named Anka burned down Shane's house and then unleashed a tribe of Maori on me, you two, Tasha, and some guys named Drake and Josh."

"Gibby's girlfriend, Tasha?" Sam questioned him, giving him weird look.

"Yea. Don't ask, cause I really have no idea. But anyway, we stopped by the store before going to Shane's house to pick up frying pans and lamps, because that's what we were going to fight off the tribesmen with. We got to Shane's house, and we fought all of them off," Freddie finished, with a smile on his face.

"Don't be so smug there, Fredweird. You might've had a unique dream, but there's no way we'd ever be able to act that out. I mean, seriously, where would we get a tribe of…whatever the hell you said?" Sam stated, "I still think we should go with Carly's dream."

"Well, Sam, since my dream was so stupid, why don't we hear about yours? I'm sure it's just spectacular," the sarcasm was dripping off of his tongue. Sam contemplated making the dream up, seeing as she was such a good liar, but for an instant, she considered telling the truth. Imagine how freaked out the dork would be if I told him I dreamed about kissing him. He wouldn't sleep for weeks. Sam smirked.

"Fine then," Sam said, still smiling, "I'll tell you my dream. And I guarantee it'll be more interesting than yours," Carly sat by, intrigued by the two of them. Most of the time, their fighting stressed her out, but today it was sort of funny because they were in competition with each other.

"I had a dream that I got a phone call telling me I was dying. So, I texted Freddifer, here, and told him to meet me outside of his apartment," Sam explained. Now Carly and Freddie seemed to be intrigued, "So I walked all the way down to Bushwell Plaza, barefoot. I got up here to you guys' floor and there stood Freddie. I walked up to him and start bawling my eyes tell, telling the dork that I was going to die. So our wittle Freddie," she reached over to pinch his cheek and he swatted at her hand, "he hugged me and then he popped a big one right on my lips," she ended with a huge, smug smile. He's going to die, Sam thought. After a second of having not heard a response, she looked over at Freddie, who was looking at Carly with a smile of his own.

"Sam," Carly said in a surprised tone, smiling at her blonde friend.

"What?" Sam replied angrily, "Did you guys even hear me?"

"We heard you, alright," Freddie grinned, "You either made that up, or-"

"Or what?" Sam death-glared him.

"Nothing, never mind," he smiled, putting his hands up in defeat.

"Well," Carly began, switching the subject, "I'll put a summary of all of our dreams on the iCarly website and we'll let the fans vote."

"This is stupid," Sam stated, getting up out of her beanbag, "I'm hungry," she stormed out of the room, slamming the door on her way out. Freddie looked back over to Carly.

"Do you think she made that up?" he asked her.

"Humph," Carly gave a short laugh, "I don't really know. Sam's a pretty good liar. If she didn't though, I'd be willing to say that she has a big, fat crush on you."

"I might think the same if it was anyone other than Sam," Freddie responded.

It was Wednesday morning and Sam woke up at Carly's house. This was the first time she had woken up before Carly. Although, it was already 7:00, so Carly should've been waking up anytime. The reason for Sam's awakening was a phone call. She had stayed up way later than Carly last night, snacking out and watching tv, and had eventually fallen asleep on the couch a few hours after Carly had gone up to her bed. It's way too early to be getting a phone call. This better not be my mom, Sam thought, dragging her vibrating phone out of her back pocket. She looked at the number, it was a strange one that she didn't know. She thought back to last night. This number had called her last night as well. She had been way too caught up in watching MMA on the tv to even care about answering her phone though. Sam sighed.

"Hello?" she said groggily, sitting up on the couch and stretching with the arm that wasn't holding the phone to her ear, "Oh, hey!" her voice instantly lightened up as she heard the voice on the other line, "Geez, I totally forgot to store this number like you told me to do."

"That's fine. At least we got ahold of you," Dr. Patton said on the other line, "I have good news, bad news, and neutral news."

"Well, let's hear it. I've been waiting forever. The pain is starting to go away anyway, but I still want to know what was causing it in the first place," Sam explained, getting up off of the couch and going to the bathroom. She thought her bladder might implode if she didn't.

"Well, the good news is that we did get your results back. The neutral news is that there is something wrong, but it's not life threatening," the doctor paused, preparing her for the bad news.

"Spit it out!" Sam said, trying her best to pull her shorts down with one hand.

"Well, Sam. The results showed that your ovaries aren't producing as many eggs as they used to. Actually, this has probably been happening for a while. This is where the pain is coming from. And considering that you said the pain is starting to go away, I'd say that the number of eggs in your body are slowly coming to an end. Eventually, your ovaries will completely stop producing eggs. I can't say for sure what has caused this, but by our observation, your ability to have children will probably stop by the end of July," the doctor explained. Sam flushed the toilet and put the lid down. She sat on the closed toilet. She thought for a second. Today is June first.

"So, you're saying this pain will end by the end of July?" Sam asked him.

"Fortunately, yes. But unfortunately, you'll also never be able to have children after that. Unless you adopt, of course. I know it must be hard for you. Most women don't think about having kids until they're at least in their mid-twenties," Dr. Patton said with sympathy in his voice.

"Yea. Well, thanks for the info, doc. I appreciate it," was all that Sam could think to say.

"Just give us a call back if you need anything," he replied to her.

"Will do," and then she pushed the end button on her phone. Ok, so it wasn't as bad as Carly had thought it might be. And she definitely wasn't dying. It still sucks though. Despite being Sam Puckett, she was still a girl. Every girl always imagined that they'd have a family one day with kids of their own with the guy they loved. Sam would never have that now. It was a bit of a disappointment to her. She looked down at her hands that were lying in her lap. I dunno, she said to herself, maybe this is just God showing me I'm meant to be alone in life. She had always sort of thought that she was born to be alone. Guys never liked her that much because of her personality. Maybe this news was just a confirmation of the thing that she had always believed to be true. She just had to suck it up though.

She left the bathroom and sat back down on the couch. With a quick glance at her phone, she saw that it was now 7:15. Why wasn't Carly up yet? She decided she didn't really care and laid back down on the couch, covering up. She drifted off to sleep almost instantly.

"Mommy," came a small voice. Everything was dark, "Hey, Mommy," said the voice again. The darkness, Sam found out, was the inside of her eyelids. She opened them up to see a little, blonde girl around the age of five. Her hair was long and curly, much like Sam's had been when she was younger.

"Excuse me?" Sam asked her.

"I was trying to get you up, Mommy. Daddy told me to come wake you up before you're late for work again," the girl told Sam.

"I'm not your mom, kid," Sam's brows furled. The little girl just giggled.

"You always do this when you're sleepy, Mommy," she smiled, revealing her tiny child-teeth with one of the front ones missing. Sam decided she should probably sit up.

"Ok, who's pulling the prank?" she yelled. She noticed when she sat up that she was no longer in Carly's apartment though. She was in a big house with picture frames on the walls and a fireplace in the corner.

"She's up now, Daddy!" called the little girl. She then climbed upon Sam's lap. She wrapped her tiny arms around Sam's neck, "Daddy said that when he was in kindergarten, he had already lost two teeth!" What in the hell was going on?

"Sam," came a male voice from behind her. If the little girl's arms weren't wrapped so tightly around her neck, she would've turned to see who it was.

"Daddy!" came the answer to Sam's curiosity. The little girl jumped down off of Sam's lap and ran to her daddy.

"Sam," the voice said again. Sam turned around to see who the man was. Everything went black again.

"Sam," Carly said, shaking her friend's shoulder. Sam opened her eyes. Carly was down in her face, "Are you alright? I've been trying to get you up for a few minutes now. I was starting to think you were dead," she laughed.

"Oh, yea. I'm up," Sam replied. She then remembered the phone call and everything the doctor had said. She suddenly felt sad and the dream hadn't made it any better. She would never be able to give birth to a little girl that would call her mommy. Put it out of your mind, Sam, she mentally told herself.

"It's already 7:45! I overslept. We're going to be so late!" Carly told her in a hurry, scrambling around looking for her phone.

"What about Spencer? Did he not wake you up?" Sam asked her friend.

"Huh! You should see him," Carly pointed toward Spencer's bedroom. Carly scurried toward the kitchen, looking around for something portable that she could take for breakfast. Sam untangled herself from the mess of blankets and heard a knock at the door. She walked over to it and opened it. It was Freddie.

"Welcome to the Inside-out Burger. How may I help you?" Sam asked him.

"Are you guys not going to school today? I was trying to wait for you two, and my mom is now about to have a seizure saying I'm going to miss school," Freddie rushed her.

"Calm down. Carly over-slept," Sam explained, walking away to go check out what was up with Spencer.

"You over-slept more than I did!" Carly called from the kitchen.

"How about I just meet you guys at-" Freddie was cut off by the call of his mother.

"Freddie! Are you ready to go yet? You're going to be LATE!"

"What a spazz," Sam said, reaching for Spencer's doorknob.

"I'll catch you guys at school!" Freddie rushed his words and shut the door, leaving. Sam opened Spencer's bedroom door to find him collapsed on top of a 1/3 finished koala sculpture.

"Well that looks comfortable," she muttered, closing the door back, "I'm thirsty."

"Sam, you're not even dressed yet!" Carly found a pack of crackers and threw them at Sam. Sam caught it without even looking. She was currently checking the text messages on her phone, which consisted of:

"Are you going to school?"

"Are you awake?"

"Wake up."

"We're going to be late."

And various others, all from Freddie.

"Don't worry about it. Just go on. You might still be able to catch up with Freddie. I might stay here today," Sam explained.

"Sam, it's not good to skip school. Why don't you just come in a little bit later when you get some clothes on?" Carly asked her, reaching the front door.

"Ok. I'll do that then," Sam replied, plopping back down onto the couch.

"Seriously, Sam. Don't just sit there and watch tv all day. You need to come to school," Carly warned.

"I will, I will," Sam said. In actuality, Sam could've gotten ready and dressed in about five minutes. She wanted a little time to herself to think about what had happened though.

"Ok. I'll see you in a little bit then," Carly told her, leaving through the door.

"See you…" Sam said quietly after Carly had closed the door.

BUM BUM BUM (dun dun dun?). How many of you were expecting that? Tell me if there was anything I did wrong. Was Sam too OOC? If so, if you tell me how I can fix that, I'll totally go back and do it. Also, if there's anyone who knows if there's a name for this kind of condition, please let me know. I got the idea of the condition from a wonderful author that goes by the screen name of AssassinedAngel. It's up to you guys now to choose the path of this story. It's going to be like one of those stories where you choose the path/ending. As I said at the beginning, this is not a I-got-drunk-so-now-I'm-pregnant story. It can be a I'll-never-be-able-to-have-kids-if-I-don't-have-one-now story if you wish it to be though. I know what kind of wrap pregnancy stories often get though, so it's all up to what you guys want (and I promise that if her having a kid is what you really want, I'll make it original and unique. Not like other pregnancy stories). I've got two plots planned out for whichever path you choose: pregnant or no. I've opened up a poll on my page where you can choose which you want. If you're an anonymous reviewer, you can tell me what you'd like to see in your review. :) Also, the poll will be blind, so you can't see the results. Be sure to tell me what you think!
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