A Story In Which Sabrina Dies At The End – Chapter Four.

Notes: Thanks to my two reviewers, Fanfic-Reader-88 and T.

1 Year Later.

Freddie was in his room on his computer. He was preparing for an iCarly webcast.

"Done." He said to himself. With one touch, the control of the website was transferred to the iCarly tech cart sitting in the studio. There were a few hours left till the show went live. His automatic programs were running through testing and maintaining the webshow hosting, streaming and broadcast systems.

"Now for some fun."

He shut down the no longer needed windows, keeping only a diagnostic tab which was steadily scrolling through the pre-show tests.

Freddie clicked through into his main hard drive, then through a dozen different folders each with a dozen other folders inside to throw off the scene. Finally, he came to his destination.

C:\Program Data\regid..adobe\ADMINI~1\Updates\User\DcX-BENSON-PC\Documents\AppData\SYSTEM\Binarysense\1x2309gfc

He clicked the tools menu then into the folder options and changed a setting to show hidden directories and files.

A single folder came onto the screen. RemoteCameraControl. Freddie opened the folder and then started the program inside. His dual monitors filled with 15 different camera views and a small control panel on one side, and a full screen view of a single camera on the other.

Main Living Room. Elevator. Hallway. Spencer's Bedroom. Sam's Bedroom (she'd moved in after her mom's therapy failed and Pam couldn't take care of herself, let alone a daughter). Kitchen. Carly's Bedroom. Carly's Bathroom. Storage Room 1. Interior Hallway's 1, 2 and 3. Fire Escape, Lobby, as well as several inside his own house used to double check his mom wasn't snooping through his stuff and that when she did she wasn't checking where he was hiding things that needed to be hidden from her.

Last but not least was the iCarly Studio. The screens were blank, switched off to save power. Each camera was hooked into Freddie's room by way of a vent that both apartments shared. The cabling running into a switch which itself had a cable into Freddie's room. He'd hooked them up after negotiating a sponsorship agreement.

The company in question simply asked what he'd want for him to use their products and say so on the site. He asked for and was given the cameras. All HD, remote capable with microphones and a couple big professional ones for the studio itself. The cabling was taken care of by another sponsorship, and thanks to the layout of the building and his work on Carly's room in the past it was a breeze to setup the cabling.

The first lot were stuff for the webshow, being able to Wake Up Spencer without having to be there. Messin' With Lewbert by remote. That sort of thing. Then Carly asked if he could hook up their own rooms so they could chat at night with each other. Freddie did so, setting up his, Sam's and Carly's rooms to include the microphones and speakers and so that the vision would go through on the monitors in their room.

He flicked a switch.

Carly's Room appeared bright and in color in full 1920x1080 resolution on his right hand monitor.

He smiled as he saw his girls in the room together. Carly was dressed as the idiot farmgirl, which made sense since they were doing one as an opener. Sam was dressed up as the Dark Side Space Cheerleader. They hadn't done that skit in several years.

Freddie brought up a stand microphone and pushed the talk button.

"Hey you two."

Carly and Sam both looked up at where they knew the camera, speaker and microphone were located. They smiled together.

"Hey there honey bunch, are you ready for the show?" Carly asked sweetly.

"Yeah, just doing final checks, what's up with the cheerleader outfit Sam? You guys want to bring it back next week?"

Carly giggled, before looking over at Sam, "I think I'll let you tell him. I told him last time." At this Freddie perked up.

"Well.. this isn't going to be on the show, but we were thinking about doing a skit of our own right now. It's called The idiot farm girl and the dark side cheerleader who seduced her using whipped cream. What do you think?"

"Sounds perfect." Freddie leaned back in his chair, grinning from ear to ear.

"I knew he'd like it."

"You were right about that Sammy."

"Well, don't mind me.. start the show when you're ready ladies."

To their credit, they did start by actually playing their roles.

"Come to the Dark Side of Space Cheerleading!"

"You should turn the light on if it's dark." The idiot farm girl replied, her moron valley girl accent making the not especially funny joke better as a whole.

Freddie genuinely laughed out loud, getting a reaction from the girls who smiled widely. Happy they were appreciated for their comedic talent and not just the revealing outfits. Sam's in particular had been the same one they used all those years ago. Sam had grown in multiple ways. The outfit had not. It left little to the imagination, strained and stretched over all the curves of her body.

"It's more fun in the dark." The Dark Cheerleader replied, a dark glint of lust in her eyes.

"Ooh... what do you do? I like fun! I like your skirt too." The farm girl stroked her hand across the fabric of the cheerleading skirt.

At that point the pretense of characters fell away, replaced by Sam pulling out a can of whipped cream and laying a line of it on Carly's neck. A notification in the bottom window popped up, and Freddie tore himself away from Sam licking and kissing the whipped cream off to check it.

"Holy shit you guys Sabrina is alive! She just friend requested me on FriendHead!" FriendHead popped up in the wake of a SplashFace hacking incident of earlier that year. Freddie clicked accept, and check her profile.

"She's was in a coma and got transferred to a hospital where her mom was. Why didn't anyone tell us?"

"No-one but us was friends with her and Wendy told us she died and had the funeral back in her old hometown, so no-one could afford to go." Sam replied, having now untied the farm girl's shirt.

Freddie relayed the story further, only for Carly to start pouting, "Freddie, if she's alive you've got the next 80 years to worry about it."

"Cool cool. Continue my special ladies." Freddie laughed, Sam rolled her eyes and Carly grinned.

"So like I said that skirt is super cute. And totes short... I'm not sure it fits you props."

"How about I take it off so it doesn't get all creased?" Sam wiggled out of the cheerleader skirt.

Then she looked straight at the camera.

"You better get over here in 2 minutes or I'll be keeping Carly all to myself." Sam sprayed the whipped cream in a line from the top of Carly's black bra all the way to just above her shorts. Then two more diagonal lines, creating an arrow pointing downwards.

Carly carefully unbuttoned her shorts and Sam got to her knees. She slowly pulled them down, kissing Carly's legs as she did so.

"I'm coming." Freddie started the shutdown sequence, closing his internet browsers, music players, torrent programs and assorted other junk. The iCarly diagnostic would run on the laptop in the tech cart.

"Easy tiger, save some for us." Sam teased.

"Don't be gross."

"You know what I mean Sam. I'll be there in 1. Don't start without me! And leave your hat on Carly." He cried out, before he powered down the computer and ran out the door.

AN: Okay this chapter was weird. This basically was meant to be a few hundred words. Instead it evolved into this semi-smutty kinda thing mostly because I'm a nerd and wrote way too much crap about Freddie's little camera setup. So you should be looking forward to another chapter again in the future. Please R&R :D