18 Months later
"Alright, as we've been telling you for awhile now, this week's show will be the last regularly scheduled iCarly. We start college in a few weeks and don't know when we'll be able to do a show." Carly repeated the message. "So that means you voted on what you thought were the best clip from iCarly ever."
"We've done over 300 shows, so there had to be something you liked." Sam piped in, "Or your just some obsessed looser."
"We'll be counting down the top 20 moments as picked by you, our viewers." Carly was smiling on the outside, but torn up on the inside. "Starting off our countdown is…
The two mugged the camera, "Messing with Lewbert!"
Freddie played the clip of the exploding muffin basket. Carly shuddered at the scene.
"What's the matter? Still feel bad about blowing Lewbert up?" Sam asked.
"No, I was thinking about his wart landing on my shoe. I loved those shoes."
"Now, back to the countdown."
They showed the viewers pick and some of their favorite moments. Finally, they reached the top two spots.
"And the second favorite bit was…" Sam announced, "Karaoke night!"
Freddie had cued the clip of Sam singing, splitting the screen with the live shot. Sam was blushing a little bit. "Who's idea was that anyway?"
"Yours." Carly and Freddie both answered.
"This final clip, on the final iCarly, was the runaway favorite; getting over a million votes. Including mine." Carly stood next to Sam. "Freddie, roll the clip."
The playback started; Sam was wearing a dress and looked scared. "My name is Sam Puckett and I'm an alcoholic."
Sam looked like she was going to cry, "I've been reading letters you viewers sent in about that clip; I'm glad that it helped some of you. On the bright side, I'm still sober and going to college. Who'd of thunk it?"
"We knew you could, you just needed some help." Freddie had switched to the tripod-mounted camera for the final shot. He joined the two women on stage.
"Now, for the last time, my brother Spencer will play us out on his little banjo."
Spencer walked out, strumming his banjo.
"And we're clear." Freddie announced. "All good things…"
"Yeah, Maybe a Christmas special?" Carly was barely holding it together. "I feel like part of me is gone now."
"What about your drunk sidekick?"
"Or your tech-nerd?"
Carly started to laugh through her tears. "You two…" They gathered for a group hug. Sam finally said something, "Who's hand is on my ass?"
"You want me to move it?" Freddie asked. Then kissed her.
"Let's get some smoothies?"
January, 3 Years later
"Sam!" Carly yelled from the bathroom.
"You better not want me to get you some TP." Sam was cooking breakfast for the three of them. All were seniors at Washington State's Seattle campus. She and Freddie were engaged; Carly had a steady boyfriend, but they weren't thinking about marriage. Freddie was studying computer sciences; Carly was working on a degree in broadcast journalism. Sam had surprised them both by majoring in criminal justice. She had an appointment to the police academy after graduation.
"What is it?" Sam was hungry.
Carly held up a home pregnancy test, she started to cry. "What am I gonna do?"
Sam took the plastic stick and checked it again. It clearly read 'Pregnant'. "You need a blood test at the doctor's. Then tell Kyle."
"I mean about school and everything else." Carly was getting worked up.
"Take a deep breath or your gonna have an attack."
"I'm a little freaked out right now!" Carly yelled. "Sorry." She looked at the floor.
"It's cool. You do need to see your doctor though."
"How could this happen?"
"Well, one night Kyle got aroused and then…" Sam tried to joke.
"I know how it happened, I mean how is it that I get knocked up while you and Freddie are humping like mad rabbits? We've only had sex like three times."
"First off, we don't have sex every time; there are other," Sam gave a wicked grin. "Options. Second, he always has a rubber on, no matter what we do. I have an IUD in."
"A what?"
"Inter-uterine device. I got it after I was in rehab. It's this little 'T' shaped thing the doctor puts in you and it makes so I only have like four periods a year."
"I could have used that earlier."
"I told you about it at your last appointment."
"How far are you?" Kyle sounded unconcerned. "So, you think we should get married or what?"
"Doctor said about 4 or 5 weeks. Sounds like a good idea. Just something simple." Carly was slightly nauseous.
"Courthouse. You, me, Sam, Fred."
"Spencer too."
"I can't wear a ring. Union rules." Kyle was an apprentice electrician; one of the rules was no jewelry.
"I'll just get a set at Wal-Mart or something." Carly wanted him to have one, even if he couldn't wear it.
The newly-weds settled into Kyle's apartment and began making plans for the baby. Sam came over daily; something about Kyle didn't sit well with her. It had only been three weeks since Carly had found out she was pregnant, but she wasn't slowing down.
"How you feeling?"
"Little queasy, stomach's hurting too." Carly looked paler than usual.
"You're staying home today." Sam set her backpack down and walked over to Carly. "You need to rest."
"The doctor said that I could keep my normal routine." Carly tried to push past Sam. "I have to go to class, I have a midterm next week."
"On one condition; after class, you come back and relax for the rest of the night. Kyle can cook you dinner tonight."
"I thought you were my friend?" Carly looked pained; "Kyle burns water. He can barely cook ramen noodles."
"Alright, I'll bring you dinner, but you're taking it easy."
"Alright." Carly knew she was not going to win this argument.
"You had breakfast yet?"
"No, I spent half the morning puking."
"Gross, how about a bagel?"
"I think I might be able to keep that down."
As they walked to the counter at the Tim Horton's, Carly felt a twinge in her abdomen. Oh Shit! She thought as she doubled over in pain.
"Carly!"
"She okay?" The manager asked.
"The…" Carly couldn't speak. She felt wetness in her pants. I peed myself.
"The baby?" Sam asked. Carly could only grunt as another spasm hit. "Call 911. She needs an ambulance."
Carly felt her vision tunneling, noises dissipating. She could see Sam crying; but couldn't hear it. Sam looked so far away. As the blackness crept in, her last thought was of her unborn child.
