Dabbles by Mixwe

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

"Fire"

Freddie's POV:

The rest of the world is a dark, cold, soggy paste that clouds my vision and clings to my every move. It drags on me, pulling deeper and farther into its mass. The rest of the world is dreary and dull, thick and slow. The rest of the world is lifeless and lightless. The rest of the world pales in comparison. The rest of the world want to keep me away, the rest of the world isn't part of her and she isn't apart of the rest of the world.

She's fire.

She lights up the darkness, banishes the shadows to hide from her glow. Her smile, her look, it's a power that's blinding. She reveals what I've missed and what I don't want to be a part of. She shows me how misplaced I was. She doesn't try, she just shines.

She burns through the cold until it can't contain all her heat. She's a fever that overlaps in waves and layers. I've never felt more alive than when she ignites that spark inside me. Whether it is with anger, passion, disbelief, celebration, or a strangely cozy calm, I welcome her warmth.

She flickers and moves, shaming the settled. Her position cannot be calculated and her purpose cannot be found. She is ever changing and ever stirring. I try to reach out, but she slips away. No push, no pull, she is on her own and exists in herself. I can only watch her when she's here and miss her when she's away; her ongoing lesson of living in the moment.

Her color flecks off with possibilities and I have the feeling that I'll never know the ends of her spectrum. Hot and harsh orange envelopes her entirety in a warning to stay away, but I know better than to listen, or maybe I don't know enough. Either way I'll wait and wait until I get another glimpse of her purple.

Her shape, if it's a shape, seems almost to be missing a dimension and desperately trying to grasp onto it. Almost like a hologram, an unsteady shine, that can't seem to fit quite right with everything else. But to be lost, never to be captured, in a world such as this is a beautiful thing in my eyes. She doesn't belong, so she can't become trapped. And when she runs I'll run along with her.

Her speed is unmatched. Without throwing away time on a thought, she skips from one call for action to another. Scorching the ground with her unmistakable mark is the only thing she leaves. And she'll be thorough in all that she cares to do, but always move on just as fast as she came. Waiting is a waste. She'll avoid a long-term commitment, rejecting any that is forced upon her. I struggle to keep up, but it's worth all my efforts. What she does will be worth doing.

Sure, she burns and she destroys. She is capable of leaving you as nothing more than an ashy mess after pulling out all your substance in thick billowy smoke. I've seen her be greedy, feeding wildly off of all that is offered and all that is stolen. I've seen her be wrathful, whipping building flames off and around, knowing her power is enough to eat away and break-down any good that had been built up. I've seen this. But I've seen her restrained. I've seen the fire in her held down. I've seen her self-contained and I've seen her fizzle out. To be honest I'd rather have the former.

But I'll keep her going. I'll hold her back just enough. I'll take care of her, tend to her fire. I'll take the licks of flame that singe my skin, knowing it's her way of accepting me into her own. She'll try to scare me off, she can use all her force if she wants, I won't shy away. I won't return to that world I knew, I won't become part of it. I'll detach myself with her. I've learned what she means and I've learned that she likes me around. That's all I need. I'll stay.

I'll be swallowed in her fire, never to be seen again.

I know this one was kind of weird… but the end of iPsycho with the campfire inspired me ;)