Disclaimer: Please see prologue.

Summary: Sequel to iLove the Dark. How have Sam and Freddie's lives progressed since they got together?

iHave Everything: Intermission:

Freddie Benson loved Samantha Puckett.

He was sure; she was the love of his life.

He hadn't always loved her. In fact, when he first met her he kind of hated her. She was just a distraction he'd had to put up with in order to spend time with Carly Shay.

He wasn't sure when she'd become a welcome distraction but at some point he'd stopped hating her and started appreciating her friendship.

She made his life hell and enjoyed doing it, but she had his back when it mattered. It was no longer Cam-and-Freddie but Carly-and-Sam-and-Freddie, a TRIO.

Freddie had a fond memory - well not a memory really, because he'd been asleep for most of it, but he'd heard the story - of the day they'd started to shift into Seddie-and-Carly

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They were having a sleepover in the iCarly studio after staying up late to plan Sam's eighteenth birthday party and Spencer had arrived in the morning to wake them up.

He hadn't been expecting to find what he did.

"Uh-hm. Hm-hmmm. HMM-HMMMMMMM! HEY!"

Sam jolted awake and blinked to clear her vision, looking up at Spencer. The artist was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently and looking down at Sam with a disapproving frown.

Sometime during the night Freddie had rolled his sleeping bag over and was right behind Sam. He had his nose almost buried in her hair and an arm thrown over her waist.

"What's up Spence?" Sam yawned, shifting under Freddie's arm to look up at the eldest Shay.

"Why, pray tell, are you and Freddo so close together?"

"I don't know, I guess in his sleep he thought I was Carly."

"Oh, and why would Freddie want to spoon my baby sister?" If Sam heard the warning in Spencer's voice she didn't acknowledge it, "I dunno, maybe 'cause he has a mega-crush on her," she retorted, pushing Freddie's arm off herself and wriggling forward. He muttered something which sounded vaguely like "cold now" and reached out, hooking his arm back around her and tucking her into his chest once more.

Spencer and Sam had stared at each other in shock for a moment before Sam had twisted around and punched Freddie straight in the face.

Freddie only remembered waking up to blinding pain and a lot of blood.

Maybe he was crazy for counting the experience amongst his best memories, but the part he usually left out was that Sam had visited him in his room the next day, bringing him a smoothie and an apology for hurting him. She'd even kissed his cheek – the non-bruised one – before she left.

For Freddie, that had been the end of his tough blonde best friend and the beginning of his female blonde best friend.

Sam still scared him, she scared him a lot; until he realised she liked it when he fought back. He loved – yes, loved – the proud look that flickered across her face when he stood up to her, the indefinable emotion in her eyes when she looked up at him as he invaded her personal space during an argument, her head tilted back because he was taller than her.

He loved being taller than her; not only did it piss her off but it meant that when she hugged him her head rested perfectly against his neck. It was more awkward to hug Carly – her chin bumped against his shoulder and she had to tiptoe to fit against him.

Freddie had hidden all of Sam's high heels once, about a month after they'd started dating, and Carly had gotten him to admit that it was because he loved the fact his girlfriend was so tiny. The female brunette thought this was so cute she'd just had to tell Sam and over time the blonde had replaced many of her heels with flatter shoes. Freddie pretended not to have noticed.

Freddie pretended not to notice a lot of things.

Like how Sam had a growing collection of books on technology or that she always wore his favourite colour on his birthday (which she never forgot) and she rarely wore her hair straight or tied up because she knew he preferred it curly and loose. God, he loved her curls. The couple frequently woke in the morning to discover his hands had somehow tangled themselves into her hair overnight. Sam pretended to be annoyed by this; he knew she was pretending because she always had to fight a smile when he played with her hair. Sometimes, if he'd fed her enough, she let him catch her grin.

Freddie enjoyed making food for Sam but she wasn't nearly as demanding as people thought. She actually really enjoyed cooking and making meals together was one of their favourite activities... providing Sam didn't eat all of the ingredients. Not that he really minded when she did; she always made it up to him.

His mother had never understood their chemistry. She continually and determinedly dismissed their feelings as hate-driven lust until Freddie had proposed and she had had no choice other than to accept that Sam Puckett was not going anywhere, at which point she began half-heartedly acknowledging the blonde as 'one of the family'.

Freddie found great fun in flaunting Sam whenever his family was around and Sam loved being shown off, loved that he was proud of her, that he didn't care whether his family were or not.

Freddie was adamant that nothing, not even his mother, was going to come between them.

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