Author: LoveB
Story Title: iCarly Rewind: Sam and Freddie Oneshots
Oneshot Number Four: iBlame You
Time Frame: After iStart a Fanwar
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Disclaimer: I don't own anything iCarly or iCarly related...only this story.
Summary: On the ride home from Webicon, Freddie and Sam get into an argument about the origins of Creddie and Seddie...
P.S. I don't know if you've checked out my other non-related post iOMG fanfic called iFirsts, but I am now contemplating continuing it. In the story, I was planning on modeling each chapter after a Radiohead song. I decided I wanted to do that with this chapter, seeing it takes place during the ride home. And what's a road trip without music?
Webicon for the iCarly crew had been shall we say very interesting. Not only had they encountered fans as crazy, if not more so, as the psycho kidnapper, Nora, but they had also found out that their fans did not care one bit about their comedy show, and only cared about finding out whether or not Freddie was dating either one of the girls. They even assigned them the pairing names, Creddie for Carly and Freddie, and Seddie for Sam and Freddie. At this revelation, Freddie couldn't help but feel slightly giddy about the whole thing. After all, he was involved in both ships, so either way he was paired with a hot girl. Sure, they were his two best friends, but still, even he couldn't deny the fact that they were gorgeous.
Carly's experience at Webicon was the exact opposite of Freddie's, in fact. She did not enjoy the panel at all. She hated the name Creddie and was ashamed that her ex-future husband had been there to witness the fiasco. It was a relief to Carly when they finally were able to retrieve Spencer from his battle with Aspartame and leave Webicon for good. After this year, Carly doubted if she ever wanted to return.
Sam was more shocked at the whole Creddie/Seddie thing than anything else. Well, Carly and Freddie, Creddie? Sure. That was plainly obvious—well, by Freddie's obsessive on air confessions of love two years ago. But how on earth were their fans able to see anything going on between her and Freddie but obvious disdain for each other? She was happy when the panel was over and even happier when neither Freddie nor Carly mentioned anything about the Seddie shipping.
It wasn't until the ride home that the issue was brought up. They had left Webicon and hit the road with Spencer driving and Carly in the passenger's seat, and Sam and Freddie in the back. Carly had fell asleep soon after leaving trying to forget the happenings of the day, while Freddie stayed up to work on his blog. Beside him, Sam, after finishing her third Fat Shake, fell asleep shortly after Carly.
"Did you enjoy the panel?" Spencer asked over the radio.
Freddie shook his head, "I wouldn't say I enjoyed it, but it was definitely interesting."
"How so? Carly seemed really upset about it—what happened?"
"You know the usual…crazy fans, Sam hog-tying Carly's crush, and people throwing chairs," explained Freddie, nonchalantly.
Spencer chuckled. "Ah—I see. That's why I didn't want to go with you guys last year. What—with all the Creddie Seddie madness? Count me out."
"I know—tell me about—wait! You know about Creddie and Seddie?" Freddie asked, incredulously.
"Who doesn't know about it? Oh—I guess you guys," said Spencer.
Freddie looked shocked. "Wait—so how long exactly has this been going on?"
Spencer shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know—I think since the beginning, but I don't really—"
Spencer's stopped talking abruptly at the sound of loud moaning coming from the back seat. His eyes widened and he took his eyes off the road briefly to glance in the back. He turned down the radio a little to hear more clearly.
"Ohhh…Freddie…ohhh—so good."
Freddie almost jumped out of his own skin, his face turning the shade of a tomato. In the front seat, Spencer's jaw dropped. What the hell was Sam dreaming about? Spencer turned around a little to see a frozen, stunned Freddie.
"Maybe…you should wake her up," suggested Spencer, trying to sound natural.
Freddie, still in shock and more than a little embarrassed, reached over and shook Sam's arm. He had to wake her up and make her stop. She was making him uncomfortable in more ways than one.
"Ohhh…Freddie…you taste so good." Sam moaned, again.
This time, Spencer was the one to almost jump out of his own skin. What was happening? This was getting R rated and fast. It had to stop. Sam needed to be woken up.
"SAM!" Freddie screamed. She needed to stop. She needed to stop, right now. He shook her arm again and was relieved when she started to stir.
Sam finally came to and looked around confused, as if she didn't know where she was. Comprehension dawned on her and she adjusted in her seat, sitting up fully. She looked over to Freddie, who was desperately trying to avoid making eye contact with her. Why is he all red? She asked herself.
"Why'd you wake me up?" She asked, clearly upset. "I was having the most awesome dream."
Up in the front seat, Spencer choked on his Peppy Cola and began to cough violently. Freddie looked pained.
"What's going on?" She asked, getting annoyed.
Finally Freddie spoke up. "You were talking in your sleep."
Sam's eyes widened, horrified for a moment, before regaining her composure. She chuckled a little, already trying to come up with a reasonable lie to cover up what she was really dreaming about. "What'd I say?"
At this, it looked like Freddie was beginning to hyperventilate. Should he tell her the truth? Quickly, he began trying to come up with a reasonable lie. He was about to lie and say that she was mumbling something about ham and fried chicken when—
"You were moaning Freddie's name," said Spencer, awkwardly. He paused for a second, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, before adding, even more awkwardly, "And saying…some other stuff…that he tasted good…and stuff."
On the inside, Sam was beyond mortified, but she managed to brush off her embarrassment. She lightly punched Freddie in the arm to get his attention. "You remember that time when Nora kidnapped us and I told her that if she didn't get us some food—I was going to eat you?"
Freddie, for the first time, since she woke up, looked at her and nodded.
She laughed, "I was dreaming that I actually did eat you…" This was a straight up lie.
Freddie looked uncomfortable for a second longer and then broke into his usual smirk. "Only you would find a dream about cannibalism to be amazing."
She laughed, "Hey—you tasted like fried chicken."
Freddie shook his head and dropped the subject. Up in the front seat, Spencer, who had heard her explanation, scrunched his eyebrows together in concentration. He wasn't sure if he quite believed her. Sam was the best liar he knew and he knew it'd be more than easy for her to lie about something like this. Luckily for Sam though, Freddie didn't dwell as much on the subject as Spencer.
Sam did not go back to sleep. Now, she was afraid to. She couldn't control what she dreamt about or who she dreamt about…or what she said while she was dreaming about said person. In order to the get rid of the tension in the car, she said the first thing that popped in her mind.
"So—what'd you think of the whole Creddie/Seddie thing?" She asked. It wasn't until the words escaped her mouth that she mentally kicked herself. This was the subject she'd been trying to avoid.
Freddie shook his head. "I hate to say it—but our fans our sort of crazy."
"Tell me about it," said Sam. "I can't believe they actually fought—like really came to blows—about something like that."
"Where did they get the idea that any of us were dating anyway?" Freddie asked, clueless. "We've been nothing but professional on iCarly."
Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"What?" Freddie asked. "We've have!"
In the front seat, Spencer realized it was about to real fighty, real soon and decided to try and mediate by playing some music to distract them.
"You guys mind if I play some music," Spencer yelled over Sam's shouting, already turning the volume up.
You by Radiohead blared through the speakers, sort of drowning out the heated argument that was currently taking place in the back seat of the car. Beside Spencer, Carly shifted in her seat, out of habit, turning up the volume on her iPod to drown out the noise. Spencer was relieved when she didn't wake up. She was already upset and he knew how much she hated it when Freddie and Sam got into an argument.
"DUDE—ARE YOU SUFFERING FROM AMNESIA OR SOMETHING? ALL THOSE TIMES THAT YOU FLAT OUT CONFESSED YOUR STUPID LITTLE OBSESSION WITH CARLY ON THE AIR!" Yelled Sam over the music. Then she got quieter, mocking him. "Oh—Carly I love you. Carly will you be my girlfriend? Oh Carly—please go out with me! Pathetic…"
"Who's pathetic? That was YEARS ago! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HEARD ME SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON AIR?" Yelled Freddie in return. "Yeah, that's right—it's been a VERY long time."
You are the sun and moon and stars, are you…And I could never run away from you
"BUT STILL—THE ARGUMENT IS…WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS WHOLE CREDDIE SHIPPER NONSENSE? THE ANSWER IS YOU!" Yelled Sam. "YOUUUU!" She said, dragging it out.
"BUT—," Freddie started.
"YOUUUU!" said Sam again, interrupting him. "DUDE! Face it—no one's responsible, but you."
You try at working out chaotic things…And why, should I believe myself, not you?
"FINE!" yelled Freddie. "I'LL TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT CREDDIE CRAP! HAPPY NOW?"
Sam sat back in her seat. "I'm not unhappy."
Freddie rolled her eyes and began typing into his laptop when something dawned on him, causing him to smirk and look back over at her.
"What about Seddie?" Freddie asked her, cockily. "I think the blame is on you for that one."
Sam scoffed again. "YEAH RIGHT! Like that makes any sense at all."
Freddie smirked, "Oh yeah?" He began tying into his laptop, bringing up one of their episodes. "Remember this?"
It was a short clip of Freddie turning the camera back towards himself and Sam coming up behind him to lick his ear.
It's like the world is going to end so soon…And why, should I believe myself?
Sam gaped at him and then shook her head. "So? That doesn't mean a thing…I always do that."
Freddie shrugged his shoulders casually. "Maybe…but…to our fans? Maybe it looked like something else. Like you did it because you liked me or something."
Sam started to defend herself when—
"I mean—why else would a girl stick her tongue in a guy's ear?" He asked, only after having said it, began to actually think it over. He turned away from her in contemplation, taking his own question seriously. Why else would a girl stick her tongue in a guy's ear?
Sam noticed him beginning to think too deeply on the subject and quickly spoke up, "To annoy him—DUH! Besides, I DON'T, FOR ONE SECOND, BELIEVE THAT I'M TO BLAME FOR SEDDIE! The fans probably just wanted to put us together so that—I don't know—there would be some kind of drama going on between the three of us."
"HA!" yelled Freddie. "LIKE I BELIEVE THAT! WHAT ABOUT ALL THE NICKNAMES? AND THE UNNECESSARY VIOLENCE?"
Sam scoffed again, crossing her arms, turning to look out the window.
You, me and everything caught in the fire…I can see me drowning, caught in the fire
You, me and everything caught in the fire…I can see me drowning, caught in the fire
Spencer, hearing their conversation, turned down the volume on the radio. "Maybe the fans just think the two of you are cute together…"
Freddie and Sam looked at each other quickly and then back ahead at Spencer.
"What?" yelled Spencer, fearful at the glare Sam was giving him through the rearview mirror. "I'm not allowed to offer my opinion?"
"NO!" Freddie and Sam yelled in unison.
You, me and everything caught in the fire…I can see me drowning, caught in the fire
Author's Note: I was always curious about what would happen if they tried to uncover the roots of Creddie and Seddie. I mainly do think that Creddie is the result of Freddie's past actions and that Seddie is the result of Sam's actions on the show. Let me know if you agree…as always, thanks for reading and if you feel like it, drop a review.