Hey peeps!

I didn't get half as many reviews as last time. I'm so disappointed! But maybe you can make it up to me ;-) cause after this 2-part chapter is the long-awaited iCarly iBreak a Promise SPECIAL iSAVED YOUR LIFE! So review to make it happen. Part 2 of this chappy will be up tomorrow, sorry, but iQuit iCarly is a really long episode. I'll put up iSYL from CHINA! So reviewwwww people! I'll try to get around to all your stories. Sorry again about the iSYL confusion, if that's why the # of reviews is tiny this time.

Thanks to Jenna-mckenzieloveseddie (Thanks so much! I'm glad!) , RyryVaught (thanks a lot!), smileyBAM03 (yeah, me too…it never says and thanks!), Devil of the Mist (yeah, I know, I didn't know what to write…but thanks!), Kpfan72491 (thanks a lot! I saw all those parts, I didn't really notice them before because I wasn't looking too hard! Amazing the things you notice!) and numbuh777.

Anyway, here's a not-as-dramatic iCarly special (the calm before the storm :P) …iQuit iCarly!

iDO NOT own iCarly!

Chapter 8: iQuit iCarly PART 1

Freddie and Sam were hanging out in Freddie's room, watching old iCarly episodes and laughing at their younger selves.

"Wow," Sam commented. "We used to fight ALL THE TIME!"

Freddie laughed. "Well, that might've had something to do with the fact that I was obsessed with Carly."

"What?" Sam asked curiously. "What does that have to do with us fighting all the time?"

Freddie raised his eyebrows, putting his arm around Sam, which she snuggled into. He leaned to her ear and whispered, "You were jealous."

Sam laughed. "Keep thinking that, Fredward. Anyway, don't you think Carly's gonna get suspicious if we don't hang out at her house all weekend?"

"Maybe we should go over there," Freddie muttered reluctantly.

Sam kissed his cheek, and then seemed to remember something. "Oh, crap! I have to help my mom take Frothy to the vet today. I totally forgot! How about you go hang at Carly's until iCarly time, and I'll come over there once I'm done?"

Freddie looked shocked. "You sure you're okay with that?"

Sam's eyebrow went up. "Dude, are you TRYING to make me suspicious…or jealous? Anyway, Freddork, just don't try anything. Mama's always watching." She quickly pecked him on the lips. "Well, I love ya. See you later!"

"Yeah, love you too." Freddie yelled to her back.

After she left, he slowly made his way over to Carly's. It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with his best girl friend; it was just that it was so awkward these days. Carly still believed that Freddie had a crush on her. Plus, she had no idea that he was going out with their mutual best friend. She still thought Freddie hated Sam!

Carly poured them both glasses of tea quietly. Spencer, who was sitting on the couch, broke the silence. "Oh, yeah. Look at her! She's gorgeous!"

Carly and Freddie's heads spun around to see what Spencer was watching.

"Oh, yess," Spencer moaned. "Yeah. She's big but fast!"

Freddie and Carly walked over to the television. Carly asked Spencer, "Uh, what are you watching?"

Spencer held out his arms in a you-should-know-this kind of way. "The Boat Network!"

"There's a Boat Network?" Carly questioned.

"Yeah," Spencer replied. "322, right between the Allergy Channel and the Mexican Dessert Channel."

"Why are you watching a show about boats?" Carly queried.

Freddie drew his attention away from Carly and Spencer, logging on to their computer. He heard Spencer explain something about a contest to win a boat. He then clicked on a video from two viewers named Fleck and Dave.

Boy, if he'd known how much they'd screw things up (and not just between Sam and Carly, but between him and Sam also) then he never would've watched their video.

But the video was so funny that Freddie began to laugh. Hearing his laughter, Carly soon joined him."What?"

They watched the video, featuring the two boys acting out a surgery in which the doctor sported a blindfold. At the end, they introduced themselves, begging Carly and Sam (and Freddie, Freddie was quick to add) to let them on iCarly or they (Fleck and Dave) would eat bananas until they exploded!

Later, on iCarly, they began to introduce the video.

"Okay, as you know," Carly started.

"Here at iCarly," Sam put in.

"We get lots of videos sent in from you guys, our fans!" Carly exclaimed.

Sam didn't look pleased. "Most of 'em suck cheese."

"Sam!" Carly admonished, but Freddie laughed, knowing it was true. "Anyway, a few days ago…"

Sam cut in. "We got a video from two dudes named…"

"Fleck and Dave!" Carly announced.

"And it was SO good," Sam threw up her hands.

Carly smiled. "We invited them right here to meet you live on the webernet."

"So pull your hands apart," Sam demonstrated.

"And take it down for," Carly began, and then the two finished with, "FLECK AND DAVE!"

They all cheered as the two boys entered, preceded by Gibby who was throwing plastic colored spoons into the air.

Carly was the first to pick up on this (of course). "Uh, plastic spoons?"

Gibby looked upset. "They were out of forks!"

Sam reached out and patted him on the back, a gentle move for rough Sam. At first, jealously flared through Freddie. Then he remembered it was GIBBY and all trace of jealousy receded. Sam muttered, "Walk away, Gibby."

Still terrified of the blonde-headed 'demon', Gibby did as she said. Freddie smiled. He didn't feel a drop of jealousy, especially since Sam told Gibby to leave.

"All right," Carly continued. "Now this is Fleck!"

Fleck raised a hand in greeting.

"And he be Dave!" Sam pointed to Dave, who repeated, "I be," followed by Fleck's, "He be!"

They explained about their videos, saying they'd been making videos for quite a while. Carly and Sam then showed their video once again.

After iCarly, Sam, Carly, Fleck and Dave went to go get smoothies. Freddie backed out, saying he had homework, but whispering a quiet, "Come over once you guys are done," to Sam. All four of them tested out T-Bo's new smoothies.

"So, what do you think?" T-Bo wondered.

"Rockin' smoothie!" Dave commented.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "It's like sweet, but…"

That's when it hit all of them: the smoothie was sweet AND SPICY! They all began screaming. The four kids ran to a table and grabbed the drinks of four innocent customers, who gave them confused looks.

"They're hot, right?" T-Bo asked.

"Yeah," all four agreed.

"What's in these smoothies?" Carly inquired.

"Hot jalapeno juice," T-Bo informed them proudly. "The spicy mixes with the sweet to give them to give them a one-of-a-kind evil taste."

"No chiz," Sam muttered.

T-Bo pointed laughingly at Sam. "Chiz." He then walked off.

They all drank their water in big gulps. Sam, who was not one for silence, broke the silence at their table. "So, what did you guys think of being on iCarly tonight?"

"Awesome," Fleck told her.

"Insane," Dave added. "We've been dying to get one of our videos on your show."

"For, like, forever!" Fleck informed them. "You know, our video was viewed by more people tonight on iCarly than our last video was viewed in a whole year."

"You guys got vicious power," Dave seconded.

Sam grinned. "Oh, we know."

They then chatted about Fleck and Dave's newest video. Dave explained that it had to be awesome! Dave's dad didn't like him making videos with Fleck (he hated Fleck, and thought that the videos were a total waste of time) so they were entering the iShorts competition to win 5 grand and prove to Dave's dad that comedy videos weren't worthless. So, finally Sam and Carly volunteered their help and the boys accepted it extremely quickly.

Sam then bought two turkey breasts from T-Bo's latest stick project.

That night, Sam showed up at Freddie's.

"Why didn't you go to the Groovy Smoothie, Fredweird?" Sam asked him. "And don't use that homework chiz on me; you know I'm not falling for it."

Freddie sighed. "It's dumb, just drop it, Sammy." He put his arm around her.

"Still not working," Sam sang. "C'mon, I won't laugh."

Freddie finally gave up. "Okay, fine. I thought it was kind of like…a double date."

Sam cracked up, though she said she wouldn't. "Them? Gosh, Freddie, they're like 13! You know I don't like them at all….you know I love you! Duh, Freddumb!"

At this point, Freddie also began to laugh. "Oh..."

She wrapped her arms around his waist, dragging him away. "C'mon, Fredley. I'm tired!"

He complied, falling asleep soon. The next morning, he woke up to his phone beeping.

"Ugh, Fredley, turn that stupid thing off!" Sam moaned.

Freddie looked at it. "Spencer wants me to come over."

"Ignore it," Sam groaned.

"Sam, you know he'll keep bugging us…me…until we do it!" Freddie reminded her.

"Fine, you go over there, and I'll stay here and sleep," Sam told him. Freddie hesitated at the doorway, causing Sam to command, "GO! I'm fine."

"Okay," Freddie mumbled. "Come over when you're really awake, okay?"

"Got it," Sam murmured before passing out completely.

When she woke up, Freddie was back.

"Hey, Fredwad," Sam muttered sleepily. "What did Spence want?"

Freddie scowled. "I had to watch the Boat Network for him while he was in the shower. And there were mirrors!"

"Did you see the birthmark on his butt?" Sam inquired.

"How did you know?" Freddie looked shocked.

"I have my ways," Sam shrugged mysteriously, walking up and sitting in Freddie's lap. "Hold me," Sam commanded.

"Why?" Freddie asked, but he wrapped his arms around her anyway.

"Cause...I'm tired!" Sam told him, falling asleep again in his arms.

Later that day, Sam was forced to rehearse for the iShorts skit with Carly, Dave and Fleck. It all went smoothly until Dave found out what Fleck had done to his dad's car. They then got into a huge fight. Carly and Sam's attempts to stop the fight were futile and did nothing, until Sam stepped between them with a huge power drill. This just caused them to announce they weren't friends anymore and storm out.

Afterwards, Sam went to Carly's, where she met up with Freddie. She announced they (she and Freddie) were going to play a game, and for Freddie to hold out his hands.

Freddie did so, asking, "How does this game work?"

"Easy," Sam explained. "You just try to move your hands out of the way before I smack 'em."

"And when do you-" Freddie began, but he was cut off by Sam slapping his hands extremely hard. "Ow! That's not fun!"

"Then have faster reflexes," Sam replied, her voice having a sad undertone.

"I don't wanna play that…." He started again, but was interrupted this time by Sam hitting both his hands.

Sam decided to reassure him. "It's okay, you're doing awesome!"

Carly interrupted this time."How can you just stand there and play with Freddie?"

Sam spun around defensively. Did she suspect something? "What?"

"Fleck and Dave?" Carly reminded her.

"Oh, yeah," Sam remembered. "They broke up." To relieve some of the stress of this memory, she slapped Freddie's hands again. Freddie moaned in pain, and she fake-smiled. "Ooh, you're getting better at this."

"Come on, those guys were hilarious together," Carly frowned.

Sam shrugged. "So?"

"We need to fix this!" Carly informed her. "Come on, let's go talk to them."

Sam's look was blank. "They said they'd never speak to each other ever again."

"Well, then you go talk to Fleck and I'll go talk to Dave!" Carly thought this was the perfect solution.

"Fine," Sam sighed. "But...one thing first."

"What?" Carly asked her current best friend.

Sam slapped Freddie across the face. It wasn't too hard (at least, she hoped not), cause she didn't want to hurt her boyfriend, but Freddie still screamed in pain. She felt guilty but tried to cover it up.

Spencer rushed in then, a welcome distraction. "I WON THE BOAT! I WON THE BOAT!"

"You won the boat?" Carly looked bewildered.

"No," Spencer muttered sarcastically. "YES, I WON THE BOAT! Ahoy, landlubbers."

"Landlubbers?" Freddie muttered.

Carly patted his arm affectionately, causing Sam to get jealous. Carly said in an angelic voice, "Yeah, I do love the land."

Spencer pulled open the laptop then. "Look at the boat I won."

"Wow! Nice! It's cool," they all remarked, staring at it.

"Do you guys realize what we can do with this boat?" Spencer asked.

"Sell it, and pay somebody to get the cat out of the walls?" Carly suggested. To prove it, she banged on the wall, and a cat meowed.

Freddie was looking at Sam with one of his famous loving smiles, and to wake him from his trance, Sam slapped him. "Game over," she announced, doing one of HER famous Sam-dances.

Later that day, Sam went to her Carly-suggested oh-so-important (well, not really to Sam) meeting with Fleck.

"I don't need Dave to win the iShorts contest," Fleck told her. "That boy was holding me back."

"Come on, you guys are way funny TOGETHER," Sam reminded him.

Fleck scowled. "HE'S only funny when I'm standing next to him. Without me, Dave's just a grumpy adolescent."

"Dude, your relationship with Dave is really important," Sam explained. "You don't wanna just throw away something that's…" The ADD in Sam creeped out then. "You dip your French Fries in your smoothie?"

"Oh yeah," Fleck told her. "Try it!"

"Oh, okay," Sam reluctantly agreed. "But it seems kinda weird cause the French Fry's all salty and the smoothie's all…" She popped it into her mouth, and then looked amazed. "Oh, man, you're a genius." She thought of it kind of like her relationship with Freddie. The two of them, much like the sweet smoothie and the salty French Fry, were complete opposites and VERY different flavors. Yet, despite their differences, they worked really well together. In fact, some might say they were meant to be together.

Fleck's face lit up. "Yeah!"

Sam tried to get her brain to focus on business. "But seriously…wait, what were we talking about?"

Fleck looked confused too, then he seemed to remember. "For real, you can't understand what it's like working with someone who's always putting the squish on your good ideas cause they're 'dangerous' or 'flammable.'"

Sam suddenly realized that his impersonation of Dave sounded a lot like…Carly. I mean, Carly has to be the least daring person in the world, she thought. Even Freddork has had a little dangerous fun with me, like graffiti and burning old books and chiz. No way Carls would do any of that. "Nah, I get it. Sometimes Carly can be like that." She began to explain further. "Like, one time, we were trying to think of a funny iCarly bit. So, I go, 'Hey, why don't we put Freddie in a diaper, take him to the zoo and make him sneak in to the tiger habitat?'" Of course, Sam didn't mean they'd put Freddie in any real danger (no way she wanted him dead). She'd put tiger-repellent spray on him first, of course.

"That'd be epic!" Fleck yelled.

"I know!" Sam agreed. "But Carly goes, 'Oh no! What if the tiger mauls Freddie?" Sam scowled. "Oooooooh!" She tried to pretend she wouldn't care.

After talking with Fleck, Sam went to Carly's apartment and knocked on the door. She then pulled it open, looking cautiously around. She soon saw Carly. "Hey."

"Hey," Carly greeted, also in Sam's soft tone of voice. Sam couldn't help but wonder what happened with Dave, and if it'd gone as bad as things with Fleck. Carly was the first to ask though. "So, how'd things go with Fleck?"

"Not great." Sam threw her coat to the floor. "Dave?"

"Bad," Carly rolled her eyes.

Looking sad, Sam told Carly, "Well, then I don't know how we're gonna fix those guys."

"Yeah," Carly muttered. "I don't even know how they made videos together as long as they did."

"I know, sounds like he was a nightmare to work with," Sam agreed…about Dave.

"The worst," Carly agreed…about Fleck.

They suddenly realized their mistake. "Wait!" both muttered.

"Which guy are you talkin' about?" Sam imposed.

Carly laughed like it was obvious. "Fleck!"

"Wait, no no no no no! Fleck's the cool one!" Sam told Carly.

Carly looked confused. "Huh?'

"Well, Dave's all Mr. Responsible, and doesn't even get the whole spontaneous creative process thing." Sam used her necklace to open her bottle.

"Oh," Carly seemed to realize what was going on. "So you think all the stuff Dave does to make sure the Fleck and Dave videos happen means nothing?"

Sam shook her head. "Well, not as much as what happens on camera!"

"Sure," Carly smiled stiffly. "Figures you'd feel that way."

"Uh," Sam spun around to face Carly. "You trying to make a point here?"

"Oh, no, no," Carly sighed, smiling in the way that meant she was lying.

"Uh oh," Sam retorted. "You got a little sarcasm on your mouth there."

Carly raised her eyebrows. "Let's just say I could relate to Dave's frustrations."

"And there it is!" Sam pumped her fist."You think Dave's right cause you're just like him."

"I'm just saying it might be nice if you showed a tiny bit of appreciation for the work I do to make iCarly happen," Carly shot back.

"More appreciation?" Sam shot Carly an intimidating look. "You already named the show after yourself."

Carly looked taken aback for a second, then regained her confidence. "Well, if you don't like the name iCarly, then maybe you should change it to iSam Who's Too Lazy To Even Show Up For Rehearsal Most Of The Time."

Sam looked down. "Anything else you wanna get off your chest?"

Carly looked coldly at her. "It's not like you didn't get plenty off your chest too."

"Well, if you meant everything you said, then I don't even get why you'd wanna be friends with me," Sam murmured.

"And back at ya," Carly came back.

"Okay then," Sam muttered softly, walking slowly out the door with only a small glance back at Carly's. As you'd expect, she walked quietly across the hall, knocking quietly on the door across the hall.

Freddie pulled it open. "Sam?" Seeing the devastated expression on her face, he quickly asked, "Oh, Sammy, what's wrong?" and pulled her into his chest.

She started to sob. It was the first time he'd ever seen Samantha Puckett cry. Not knowing what to do, he closed the door quickly and pulled her over to the couch. He then let her cry into his chest for a few minutes.

When she finally stopped, he asked softly, "Sammy, what happened?"

"I fought with Carly," she cried.

"It's because of the same thing as Fleck and Dave, isn't it?" Freddie inquired.

"Yeah," Sam sniffled. "You know, Carly said a lot of bad stuff to me."

"Probably," Freddie allotted. "But you said a lot of stuff to her, too, right?"

Sam shot him a dirty look. "Are you on Carly's side?"

"Of course not." Freddie rolled his eyes. "But, Sammy, did you mean that stuff that you said about Carly?"

"No," Sam wiped away the last tear.

"She probably didn't mean it either, then," Freddie concluded.

"She said I was lazy, too lazy to show up for the show even," Sam admitted. "It's…it's true, Freddie. How could you even love a girl like me? Carly's so much better."

"Sam," Freddie consoled. "Even if it's true, that doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you because you're Sam, and even though you're lazy, you still have a big heart. Don't ever change, Sam."

Sam wrapped her arms around him. "I love you, Freddie."

"I love you, Sam," he muttered back, but Sam had to wonder if he really meant it. What if…

What if he wasn't really over Carly?

So, there's the first half of this chapter! Sorry that I had to split it into two parts, but it's really lonnnnnnnng. I'll put up the next half tomorrow, so you won't have to wait long. I wouldn't have put up iSYL tomorrow anyway. Please review for the next half! You guys are awesome!
But, you can see the seeds of the iSYL fiasco- Sam is doubting Freddie's feelings, she thinks Carly is better…:0

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