Sam and Cat VIII

-Sam-

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Freddie stood, "Back up a little bit here. Did you just say that you were pregnant?"

"Sure did," I stand with him.

"Shiiiiiiit," Mitchell groaned, "Things just got so real."

"How long have you known?" Freddie asks me.

"Only for a few days," my face goes red.

"This is so..."His voice trails off as he slowly sinks back into his seat, "I'm going to be a father."

"How'd you come to the conclusion that its yours?"

"I'm the one who's been plowing you for the past couple of weeks. So it only makes sense," he shrugs.

"Good point and it is yours."

"This is you Captain speaking," the Captain came over the intercom, "We are making our decent into the Tampa Bay area, please be seated for the remainder of the flight. Thank you."

I sat back down and looked over to Freddie. He was looking at the seat in front of him with a lot of emotions streaking his face.

After about twenty minutes, the plane finally lands. The slight bumps of the wheels hitting the pavement jolted me awake. I'm so tired all of a it's because I'm pregnant. I dunno. I guess I have to stop some of the things I used to do to protect the baby. Like fighting and shit like that.

As the plane pulled into the gate, I thought about all the possible names I liked to name the baby. If its a girl, I could maybe call it Tammy or I could give it a guy's name. Like Charlie or Jack. I like those names.

What it is a boy? Lucas, Jacob, Matthew seem like pretty good names. Or I could name him after Freddie. I was so lost in though, that I didn't even noticed my friends standing up and grabbing their things.

"Sam!" a small hand shook me. I look over and see Cat smiling at me, "I've never seen you think that deeply before," she pointed out.

I sharply inhale and sluggishly stand up, "Yeah, I was. I was just thinking about the baby is all."

"Oh, have you though about us and Freddie?"

"What?"

"With you no longer dating Freddie, and you're with me, who will raise it?"

"I'll chew that food when I have to Cat," I open the hatch above me and pull out my red backpack. It was full of important things that I needed.

The door opened and I felt the humidity hit my face. It was warm and greeting. Just like the warm Cali sun. We get in a crooked line and walk out into the airport where there loads of people in shorts and t-shirts. Some were in jeans and others were in business attire. For some reason, I felt that sinking feeling I my stomach that some thing very bad was about to happen, "Mitchell?" I call out.

He whips around and begins walking backwards, "Yeah?"

"I feel as though something bad's gonna happen."

"Don't worry, you're just getting cold feet is all," he laughed. I then realized that he had a sucker in his mouth. Where'd be get the sucker from? I shake it from my memory and continue walking.

After about ten minutes, we managed to get to baggage claim. We wait another few minutes before we realize that our bags weren't on the belt.

The people from the same flight were already picking out their bags and lugging them away. Before long, a scrawny boy came up to us, "Are you Mitchell, team of six?" his hair was dirty blonde like mine and he spoke with a British accent.

"Yeah?" Mitchell stepped forward.

"Come with me," the kid began tugging on the brunette's hand.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Jade stated. I began to think, I haven't heard her say anything throughout the entire flight. Odd.

"It is. We've already picked up your bags," he pulled on Mitchell's hand harder.

"Then lets go," Mitchell shrugged and allowed the boy to guide him. We followed our self-proclaimed leader out a set of double doors. The sum hit my eyes and I had to almost close them because of it.

When my eyes adjusted, I saw six black Lincoln Navigators parked almost bumper to bumper alongst the sidewalk. There was a man in a black suit standing at the passenger door facing us at each truck. I've also noticed that each man held a sign with our names on it. I saw Samantha Puckett on the last truck. The man holding the white sign looked younger than the rest, but it could just be my eyes.

We all walk over to our pre-chosen vehicles and the men open the back passenger doors for us, "Hello miss Puckett, my name is Brad and I will be your driver for the duration of your stay."

"You can just call me Sam," I smiled at him as I dropped into he car. When I was secure, Brad shut the door and went to his driver door. He opened it and jumped in. As he started the truck he put on his seatbelt.

"So where are we going?"

"We are going to a secret government base that protects us."

"Who's us and protect us from what?"

"The government protects the knew with the gift from the people. For me, I just wanted a normal life," he put the truck into gear and followed the other trucks, "But they tracked me down, coerced me to join their cause, in return, they won't hurt my mother."

"That's so sad."

"Yeah, it is," he shifted in his seat, "But it is what it is," he kept his focus on the road and went silent. I've tried starting up conversations with him, but he would just give me one or two worded answers. Expunging the talking. After awhile it was evident that he didn't want to talk anymore.

So I pull out my cell-phone from my bag and see that I've missed a call and a few texts. Unlocking my phone I see that I have a voicemail and threw texts from Freddie.

'So what should we name our baby?' 'How's the parenting going to go?' 'We should talk when you have a second.'

Those were his three texts and I kinda didn't want to talk to him about the baby. I shove my phone into my pocket and look at the view of the docks passing. Now, the sun was slowly fading behind the palm trees, casting an orange streak across the water. I felt at such peace. A feeling I haven't had since I started iCarly.

There was a sharp turn at the wheel and the once smooth pavement turned into a rocky dirt road. I snap my eyes forward and see that we were heading toward a fence. At a gate, ten or so guards stood with large weaponry.

Two of them proceeded in walking along the drivers side door. The drivers rolled down their windows and the guards looked in. They scribbled something on a pad before leaving each car.

Brad rolled down his window when they approached our car, "Brad Puck- Pāluor?" the guard asked.

"Sure is," Brad handed him his I.D.

"Samantha Puckett?" the guard looked to me and looked back at his sheet, "Okay, you two are good to go."

"Thank you," said Brad when he was handed back his I.D. and proceeded in driving as the gate opened and allowed the drivers before him to start driving.

We drove down a hill a little before we went down a ramp that led us down to a large metal door. The door slid open at the perfect time to allow us to continue driving without being forced to slow down.

The sky around us went instantly dark and I saw dim yellow lights lining the ceiling. I look around to see a docking stations of some sort for semi-trucks. It looked like your average trucking lot to me. Brad slowed to a stop and got out. He whipped around and opened my door, "Follow you friends and your things shall be in your room when you go to bed this evening."

"Thanks Brad," I say as I grab my bag and get out the car. I heard pattering of claws on metal coming from above. I look up and see two humanoid figures running on all fours. It was obvious that they one was chasing the other, "What are those?"

"Shadow People. They're very sweet people, unless you piss them off."

"What happens when you do?"

"They latch themselves on people's shadows and basically takes control of them, "So where do they come from? Jupiter or something?"

"No actually, they're a lost breed of sub-humans that we found. The three we have have said that there is more of them, they're just not allowed to say where."

"Why only three?"

Brad closed the door and beckoned me to begin walking, so I followed him, "We had four, but the one male went out for a smoke late at night. A guard mistake we him for an intruder and killed him. The Shadow's mate is still saddened, even though it happened over two decades ago."

"Wow. Is there any other kind of race I need to know about?"

"The Juggernauts."

"The whats?"

"The Juggernauts. They have a bad temper and if they gain any kind of momentum, they can't be stopped. What's a real kicker is that they're indestructible."

"How many are there?"

"Just five is all. They only run in packs of five."

"So this is like some X-Men shit?"

"Precisely," Brad smirked.

"Our lead scientist retired and made a fortune on the movies."

"So this is real?"

"Yup, and you telepathics are the epicenter of it all."

"How so?"

"Theres more of you," I didn't notice at first, but we had walked inside and now I looked down a corridor. There were people of all races racing up and down the halls. I saw tables and chairs and benches almost touching the ceiling as they mindlessly floated into each other. The two Shadows I saw earlier were now sitting in two of the floating chairs upside-down talking to each other.

I saw a bulking figure that stood two or three heads taller than everyone talking to a girl. The hulking man smiled and flashed the whitest smile I have ever seen. A woman who stood jus as tall but with a slender frame walked up behind him and playfully smacked him against the back of the head.

He began chasing her and everyone moved oh the way like it was nothing. They ran past us and the earth shook under my feet. Their laughter was contagious and we all giggled at the scene.

"Adam and Charlie. They're lovers and the are very close like the two Shadows," Brad stated, "Despite their unlimited strength and intellect, Juggernauts are very playful. Mind you, when their play becomes rough housing, you might wanna be at least ten yards away."

"Why?" I knew that it was a stupid question.

"You remember when Manhattan was destroyed and the US blamed homemade terrorists for the destruction?"

"Yeah?"

"It was Adam and Charlie making the foreplay."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. The two had been separated for months on separate military missions. So they needed release," he shrugged.

"Ah, new recruits!" we heard and then saw all the furniture drop as people pressed themselves against the walls of the halls. They revealed a man standing in all black. He stood over six foot and was as wide as three trucks.

His skin was tanned and his hair was combed back and stretched all the way down to his shoulders and his beard all the way down to his stomach.

The spandex shirt was almost ripping off because of his bulk, "That's Kay. He's the leader of all of this. Good luck trying to get on his good side, no matter how good you are," Brad whispered.

"Is he dangerous?"

"He's taken out all five Juggernauts at once. He's not able to be broken or destroyed. So is he dangerous? He can be if he wanted, but if you do manage to get on his good side, then you're in."

"Drivers!" Brad stood erect, "I don't know why you're still here! Get the fuck out!"

"Yes Master Kay!" they all said in unison and marched out. I watched Brad leave and my heart sank.

"So why are there Norms in my facility?" he asked as he walked up and rolled up his sleeves.

"Because it was the only way for Samantha Puckett to be here," Mitchell stated boldly.

"What did I say about Norms being here?"

"But you said-!"

"I don't say things that contradict myself. No Norms and I want Samantha Puckett here at any cost."

"At any cost," Mitchell parroted.

"All aside from bringing humans here," when Kay walked up to me, I saw that his eyes were sapphire blue. His eyes were just simply amazing. His breath smelled so good that I fell into a trance.

"You must be Samantha Puckett?" a voice pulled me out of the heavenly trance. I refocused and saw those blue eyes piercing mine, "Are you Samantha Puckett?"

"Yes. I am," I inhaled sharply.

"Come with me. Take the humans to Quarantine and then place them in the dungeon rooms until I come and interrogate them," Kay asked of Mitchell.

"Yes sir," Mitchell bowed and took Cat and Carly away.

"Come with me miss Puckett. And be careful, don't want to damage your offspring," he smiled and raised his arm laterally, beckoning for me to go in front of him.

"How'd you know?"

"I'll explain in my office."

"Why do I get the feeling that you're not as intimidating as you try and make yourself to be?"

"That's because I like you. You have a strong soul. I can see your past and your future and I can tell you this. The line between good and evil for you is more blurred," he leans forward, "Than you think," he looks to the side. I look too and see Cat at the back of the pack awaiting the elevator, "Your lover is going to be your greatest enemy. Watch yourself."