Hey i don't own icarly but the John Callaway person is mine. I got the end part with Spencer from one of the blogs he did on the icarly website. Please review when done reading. Thanks. Enjoy.

Mmm…that feels good. Sam said in her thoughts as a hand slowly moved up and down her smooth bare legs. Wearing a white tank top and white sortie shorts that were close to being see through. Man Carly was right. This did get this attention. Keeping her eyes closed so he would think she was still sleeping, Sam was enjoying every second and didn't want to scare him off. His hands were now moving up going inside her tank top pass her sides and under her breast. Sam lets out a soft moan. Shit now that did it. But Sam's fear of being discovered went away by the way his hands found their way to the top of her breast rubbing them softly. She could feel herself losing control. The temperature of her body getting hotter. Sam grabs the sheets of the bed she was laying on and lets out a moan so loud that she wished the room wasn't sound proof so everyone in the building can hear her, especially Carly so it could be their own special thank you code.

"Ha! You sound just like your mother," her bedroom partner said in a waspy voice like it just got done having whiskey poured down its throat.

"What are you talking about John?" Sam finally opens her eyes and realizes that it wasn't John but her mother's boyfriend Robert Storm that was feeling her up.

"John's not here baby it's just you and me." Robert still has his hands up her shirt.

"Get your hands off me!" Sam pushes his hands away but Robert was quick enough to put them right back on her.

"Don't fight it Samantha you know it will be enjoyable. Now let's get this off you."

"NO!" Sam screams as Robert tears away at her tank top. Leaving scratches on her topless body Sam turns her hands into fist and throws a left/right combo. Crack! Crack!

"Fuck!" Robert stumbles off the bed holding onto his nose. Removing his hands from his face. The palms of his hands covered in blood. "You fucking bitch!" Robert pounces back on the bed shoving Sam down ripping off her shorts and undoing his pants.

Sam screams in terror as she sits up in bed. Looking around the studio, everything was fine. Her face glazed with sweat. She felt an arm wrap around the lower portion of her back.

"Calm down it's only a dream," John says rubbing her lower back in small circles.

"It…wasn't…a…dream…it…was…a…nightmare," Sam tries to catch her breath while wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Everything will be alright. I'm here."

Even though she only knew him for only a day those words helped her relax.

"He caused the cut on your forehead did he?" John pushes Sam's blonde hair back so he could get a better look at her cut. Sam nodded her head. "How long have Robert laid his hands on you?"

"Two months. After him and my mom started dating serious he started coming on to me but I just brushed hit off ya know. Just labeled it as just the typical middle aged dude fantasizing about barley legal girls. But things turned physical. First it was the grabbing, then the shoving, now he's into using beer bottles." Sam rolls her eyes. "God I can't believe I'm telling you this. My own best friend doesn't even know about this. I'm so pathetic." Sam bends forward covering her face with her hands.

John's rubbing of her back has now become a full blown back massage. "You're not pathetic. Now you worked yourself up. Try to relax and loosen your muscles. Nothing's going to happen tonight. I promise."

Sam didn't know how to take that last comment. Yes she was happy that it meant that it was only a nightmare and that Robert wouldn't try to rape her…tonight that is. But she was also sad that the comment could also mean that nothing would happen between her and John.

Sam lifts up her head, "Hey mister don't you think that all your going to be doing is giving me a massage. I told you about my fucked up life now it's your turn."

"My turn for what?"

"Tell me how you got into juvi. And none of that assault charge crap you told everyone. Give me details."

John takes in a deep breath and moves closer to Sam. "Well I never told anybody the real story so you're the first. Feel special."

"I do." Sam says resting her head on his shoulder and shooting a big grin at him.

"I was living in a small town in northern Michigan when I met this amazing girl. I mean she was everything I could ever ask for. Every time I looked into her eyes I thanked god for sending her to me. I loved her and she loved me. At least that's what I thought. About a year after we have been together she started acting weird. Distancing herself away from me."

"So what you beat her up?" Sam asks placing her hands around his.

"No I think me going to juvi had to do with the dude she was blowing," John winks at Sam.

"Oh sorry."

"Well it was either beating his brains out or killing myself but unlike you I can't handle sharp objects."

Sam starts laughing for a couple seconds before realizing what he just said. "What do you mean unlike you?"

"You dropped your razor blade."

Sam's head drops down, "Oh." Her eyes slowly start to rise back up. "I tried to do it, ya know, kick the bucket."

"When."

"This morning. But I couldn't do it. I wanted to but something told me not to. Not yet anyway."

"I'm sorry that he made you attempt that but promise me you won't cut or hurt yourself. Please."

"I promise. I'm sorry that she made you go to juvi. You know if I was your girlfriend I wouldn't cheat on you."

"Yea I know. Listen it's two in the morning, let's got back to sleep."

"Ok. Will you be here in the morning?"

"Of course I will be. You know I'll be right over there." John points to the car seat which was covered by neon colored pillow and blanket.

"No I mean will you be here when I wake up?" Sam points down to the bed they were in. "If you stay and sleep in this bed with me I guarantee it'll help me sleep." Sam hoping that this will help him notice that she's interested in him.

John thought about it. Man what a day this turned out to be. Here was this girl, this beautiful girl that he barley knew who he met having her only wear a towel, kissing her in front of the asshole who was dating her mother, telling her a story that nobody else was told, was not asking him to sleep with her.

John smiles, "Why not. It's an interesting way to end this day." They both get underneath the covers trying to get comfortable.

Sam cuddles close to him, "Good night John."

John leans forward and gives Sam's cut a few kisses, "Good night Sam."

Her face becomes flushed and turns into a full blown blush. "I love you." She whispers.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Sam answers back quickly shutting her eyes drifting off to sleep.

Days have past since that eventful day. The next morning Carly went up to the studio to check on Sam and John and what she saw when she got there was a moment that had to be documented with her digital camera. Snapping a quick picture of Sam and John wrapped up in each other. Carly had to admit that it was quite a sight to see. Sam sleeping with something other than food. Later that morning Sam went back home but not without one last wonder what would happen between John and her.

It was now 10:00am Thursday morning. Four days passed without any word from Sam which was weird for Carly since pretty much everyday she would be over or would at least call. Carly sits at the table eating a bowl of Froot Loops and turkey bacon with Freddie sitting next to her on his lap top.

Thanks for stopping by Freddie. At least you're worried about the next icarly show." Carly says chewing on her turkey bacon.

"What still no word from Sam?" Freddie asks with his eyes still on the icarly webpage. "Is there a food convention in town?"

"I don't know. I tried calling her but she won't answer her phone."

"Weird." Freddie looks around. "So where's Spencer?"

"Taking some test to become a fire fighter."

"Cool. So is John around?" Freddie clicks on the iTunes icon on his laptop.

"No he left with Spencer." Carly finishes her breakfast and sits back on her chair with a cup of coffee looking at her notebook with full of icarly ideas. "So what should we do? The animals dressed like other animals segment or just a random music video of the we—" Carly stops talking as the beginning beats of "Let's Get It On" starts playing. "Uhh…Freddie…what are you doing?"

Freddie was near the window closing the blinds swaying along to the music. Carly watched in disbelief as Freddie made his way back to her lip singing to the music. He always had a major crush on Carly but never really tried anything to per sway her but with Spencer and John gone leaving only those two alone now was his chance. Sitting back down close to her, Freddie unbuttons a couple buttons from his silk dragon dress shirt.

Carly's nose sniffs the air, "Your wearing the Randy Jackson cologne."

"What can I say? It smells tight dawg." Freddie says trying to make his voice a sly cool tone.

"Freddie leans back on puts an arm behind Carly. Carly reaches and takes his arm off her then closes the iTunes player. "Let's stay focus."

Freddie shrugs, "Oh alright." Freddie buttons up his shirt. "But you can't resist me much longer."

"There are a hundred multiple choice questions. In order to answer the questions you must fill in one of the bubbles. When completed just set your pencil down and once you test has been collected you can leave. Any questions?" Everyone shakes their heads no. "Good, you have one hour." Fire Chief Dave Rainn sits down behind the desk and opens up the Seattle Times newspaper.

Spencer Shay lets out a deep breath as he opens the thick test book and reads the first question.

Ha this is easy. He says in his mind. Spencer my boy your on your way to becoming a fire fighter. He picks up his number 2 pencil and colors in the letter B bubble to answer one. While reading the third question Spencer begins to smell smoke. He looks around the classroom. All he sees is other people taking the same test he was. "Weird." He whispers. Spencer puts his attention back on his test. He notices some smoke coming out from the bottom of his pencil. "What the?" Before he could finish flames sparked and started to engulf his pencil. Thinking fast Spencer shoves the pencil in his pants pocket. Close one. Before he could grab his second pencil the familiar black smoke now started to appear from his pants.

Spencer gets out of his seat and heads for the door. "Excuse me I need to use the bathroom."

"Hurry up." Chief Dave replies.

Spencer exits the classroom and heads for the bathroom. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Spencer burst into the bathroom. "FUCK!"