iBecome a Private Eye

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Author's Notes: Well, now Sam's all alone. What will happen next? Oh wait, I already know! Just sit tight, read, and maybe review.


Chapter 7: iRecruit an Enemy

My situation is not looking good.

For those of you who've just tuned in (wait, since when did this become a TV show?), I have just been rejected by my best friend. Well, best friend who's conscious and in proper health. Marissa and I have become friends, and Freddie's in the hospital, in a coma, attached to all sorts of machines... okay, the image is moderately disturbing, so I'll be moving on now.

Now for what you don't know.

I have gone to practically every other person in town that I know. Gibby and most of the other dweebs in our school are scared of me, the cooler kids (even those in the Detention Club) don't believe me kinda like Carly didn't, and the adults either don't believe me, or are unable to help me. Spencer can't risk doing something to upset Carly (who I now know has been emotionally unstable since the security tape incident), Principle Franklin can't help me publicly, as that would look like favoritism or something, which he can't afford, and Marissa is so worried about Freddie that she isn't stable enough to help me right now. So, I'm stuck without a friend in the world.

Oh, and my family, forget it. Mom's not going to help me, I know that without asking, and Melanie is so wrapped up in school work that she can't come down to help me. Which is so not fair! I took off a week from school to help her recover a science project from a thief, but she won't come up to help me prove my innocence? Why do I have a sister again?

So, to recap, I'm all alone, with a psycho pyro stalker on my tail and everyone in Seattle against me. Wow, I'm in deep chiz.

Right now, I'm walking into the Groovy Smoothie. Spencer DID give me some money, and I need nourishment! I think better on a full stomach.

"Yo T-Bo!" I call to the slightly creepy waiter/smoothie maker/weird guy, "I need a Banana Blitz, right here!".

"Make that two," A familiar, and despised, voice calls from behind me. I turn around and stare, in partial hatred at the originator of said voice.

"Nevel...", I glare at him with every ounce of hatred in my body. He might not be responsible for what happened at Ridgeway, but I still despise that little nub.

"Hello, Puckett," There's an interesting story behind him calling me Puckett. He once made the mistake of calling me Samantha, despite Freddie's warnings, and ended up in the hospital with a broken arm. I chuckle at that memory before turning to Nubel- I mean, Nevel. "What a coincidence meeting you at this fine smoothie establishment,".

"Yeah right," I snort back, "You knew I was going to be here, you wanted to see me on purpose!" Why would he want to see me, though?

"Alright Puckett, since your obviously SO clever," Cue eye roll, "I'll just cut to the chase. I want to help," Is he serious?! No one wants to help me, not even those that believe me! Why-

"I know your probably wondering why I want to help you. The answer is simple, really... because you didn't do it,".

"And how do you know that?" I ask, not denying or confirming anything just yet. I still don't trust this nub.

"Simply, Puckett, because you are a delinquent, a prankster, and a thief, but you are in no way a thug or a murderer. You are mentally incapable of it, or even seriously hurting someone innocent. And your not stupid, you would have known how risky setting the school on fire was," Well, Carly and I always said this guy had a big head, but now he's proving there's more than just bubble gum in it.

"Alright, but I need more of a reason than 'because it's right'. You're too selfish for that. And isn't this your chance to wipe out iCarly for good?" I can't help but point that out. Though little does he know, I'm just testing his resolve. I need an ally, any ally, and Nevel's the closest thing I've got.

"Very true, Puckett. But there is more to this than just proving you innocent. My cousin, Irma, goes to Ridgeway, she's a year younger than you, and she was injured in the fire. A third-degree burn on her arm, and a second-degree burn on her face," Ouch. "I want revenge, and teaming up with you is the quickest way to get it," Now he's talking my language!

"I can't promise anything, but if we succeed, you'll have your revenge... and I'll have mine," I grimace slightly at the memory of Freddie. Nevel simply nods and responds, in a completely neutral tone:

"Yes, I heard about Fredward. What a shame, poor boy. And he had so much potential...".

"And I'm gonna get vengeance for him. In your own words, Papperman, psycho pyro stalker shall rue the day he crossed Samantha J. Puckett!" He stares at me incredulously.

"What's the J stand for?" Oh, he SO does not wanna go there!

"Don't ask. Please." He shuts up about it. Smart boy.

"So, what's the battle plan, Miss Puckett? Or may I call you Sam now?".

"Listen nub," I say it quietly, but seriously, like a mobster in the old movies would. "Just because we are working together on this, we are not magically friends here. In fact, I still hate your nubby little face. But I need all the help I can get, and you're the only one offering. So, you can call me Sam, but only for now," He nods, back to neutrality.

"Quite. I don't desire friendship from you either, Samantha," Well then!

"Alright now, we'll meet tomorrow at, um..." I bite my lip in thought. No school tomorrow, it's Saturday, so we're going to have to meet early to begin the investigation. Not to mention we'll need to go somewhere Carly won't spot us. Bushwell is out.

"How about at Mid-City hospital. That way you can say 'hi' to your comatose friend before we start. By the way, we'll need to get some supplies before we get to work. I'll bring those tomorrow. And we'll need a ride,"

"Mrs. Benson can do that. She promised she'd help, but she's in no condition to actually fight off psycho pyro stalker should we ever face him/her," I interrupt. Nevel raises an eyebrow.

"You don't know the gender? This is going to take a while, then. How many clues-", we were interrupted by, well, do I even need to tell you? Here's a hint:

"Hey, you wanna buy a cheese ball?".

"No we do not want a cheese ball, T-Bo! And how are our smoothies coming along?" Did anyone guess T-Bo? Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner! How did he get those things on a stick, anyways?

"You know what, why don't we just save this all for tomorrow, anyway?" Nevel says, before gathering his things. "Take some advice, Sam. Go home, get some rest, and prepare for a big day. Oh, and you can have my smoothie," He puts down enough money for two smoothies, "My treat," And exit Nevel.

So, I finally got me an ally. I still can't help but wonder if I made a mistake...


And so, Sam isn't alone anymore! Stay tuned, or you'll miss out on the next chapter!

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