Here we are folks, the final chapter! That's right, you may have thought it was over, but NO! We still have some unfinished Seddie business here!
Quick shout out to Krissy who was my 100th reviewer! THANKS KRISSY, and thanks to everyone who reviewed. You sure do know how to make a FF writer's day!
So some of you said you sang along with the last disclaimer, WHICH I LOVED!!!!! I don't think I can top that, so once again I go upside down!
¡plɹoʍ ʎsɐʇuɐɟ ǝlʇʇıl uʍo ʎɯ oʇuı ʇnd puɐ ,,ʍoɹɹoq,, oʇ ǝʞıl ı ʇɐɥʇ sɹǝʇɔɐɹɐɥɔ ʇɐǝɹƃ puɐ ʍoɥs ǝlqıpǝɹɔuı uɐ ɥɔns ƃuıʞɐɯ ɹoɟ ʎɹɹǝɾ puɐ 'uɐɥʇɐu 'ǝʇʇǝuǝɾ 'ɐpuɐɹıɯ 'ɹǝpıǝuɥɔs uɐp oʇ ʍoq ı (*qos*) ˙llıʍ ɹǝʌǝu 'ʎlɹɐɔı uʍo ʇ,uop ı :ɹǝɯıɐlɔsıp
So, Without further adieu:
It had been three days since they returned from their adventurous weekend. Carly was in the studio waiting on Freddie and Sam so they could start rehearsals. She was uploading her photos to everyone else's, so they could decide which ones to show on iCarly. She chuckled to herself as she flipped through the photos of the fishing trip. She especially liked the one where her granddad, Spencer and Sam held up their fish, and Freddie held up Sam. Carly was grateful for the time she spent with her grandmother, but after hearing of all their adventures, she couldn't help wishing she had gone fishing. Even Freddie and Spencer were even surprised to find out all the things Sam went through to stay hidden, not to mention, how many times she nearly got caught.
Carly opened the file with her spa pictures. There were some great shots of her and her grandma in different spots at the ranch. There were a lot of pictures of people they met, including the hot guy that worked in the smoothie bar. Wouldn't mind sucking smoothie off of those lips! She had uploaded a short video of her riding a horse though an obstacle course (which she happened to be proud of), and a mini segment she and her grandma recorded called "Food or Facial." The final shot, however, was by far her favorite of the whole weekend.
She smiled as she remembered when it was taken: It was after they had met back up with "The Grizzlies" (she and Sam still laugh about that) for breakfast on the way home. Carly and her granddad switched rides. He and her grandma took the road back to Yakima, and she rode back to Seattle with Spencer, Sam and Freddie. They had already gone over the details of the trip and how Sam actually ended up with the guys. They were traveling on a quiet stretch of road. She and Spencer had been talking a while before she noticed how quiet it was in the back seat. She glanced backward over her shoulder then immediately pulled out her camera.
Freddie was leaning against the door sleeping. Sam had shifted in her seat belt so that her feet were up up against her window. She had fallen asleep with her back lying against Freddie, and her head resting on his chest. He had one arm draped across her chest with his hand resting against her waist. His other hand rested lightly on her head. Blond curls twisted around his fingers, and they both had contented smiles on their faces. Carly snapped the pic, without flash of course, and made sure she locked it in her favorites to protect it from being "accidentally" deleted by any nosy blonds or tech nerds.
Carly's attention snapped back to the present when she heard the elevator ding. She minimized the gallery and waited for her visitors to arrive. She stood with her arms folded as the doors rolled open and out walked Sam and Freddie. She noticed they had been together a lot lately, and even though they still argued, insulted, and played nasty jokes on each other, it seemed to lack the usual viciousness. She thought back to the picture and tried to hide her levity. Instead, she assumed the confrontational position she had planned on giving them when they arrived. Sam immediately noticed Carly's body language and narrow glare.
"Alright, what did I do this time?"
"You broke my granddad," Carly said coolly.
Sam and Freddie looked at each other curiously then simultaneously turned back to Carly and said, "Huh?"
"You heard me," she said in mock anger. "My granddad, Charlie Shay, the man who wanted to exile me to Yakima because one of Spencer's sculptures accidentally attacked me…He just told me he's taking skydiving lessons starting next week."
"Alright, Mr. Shay!" Sam cheered, then quickly took the defensive. "And what makes you think that has anything to do with me?"
"Oh, I don't know," Carly smiled. "Maybe the fact that he mentioned the two of you four times in the ten minute conversation I had with him this afternoon." Sam and Freddie both smiled brightly. "He said he had a really good time, and asked if you two would be interested in tagging along on my next trip to Yakima."
Freddie looked surprised. "Really, what did you say?"
"I said that a town like Yakima probably wasn't ready for Hurricane Sam or the rest of us," she smiled. "He just said that the town could use some waking up and offered to set us up with the local morning show. Apparently we're a big deal there. Oh, and Sam, he thinks you'd like something called the Chimposium…yeah, I don't know what it is. He couldn't decide between that and the cheese factory."
"Chimps and Cheese? Good ol' Charlie," Sam said impressed.
Carly reached behind her and picked up a large yellow envelope. "This came here for you, it's from someone named 'The Stinger'…?" Sam lunged at the package and snatched it from Carly's hand. "It's here?!"
Freddie and Carly looked at each other curiously. "What is it," he finally asked.
"Oh, you'll see." She smiled and pulled out the letter. She read it silently except for the giggles and excited looks she gave to certain passages. "Sam," Carly said impatiently. "I've been staring at this package all afternoon. Come on already, show us what it is!" Sam pulled something square and flat out of the envelope and thrust it in front of them "Ba-ham!"
It was some sort of framed photo. Carly and Freddie eyed it closely. "What the heck," Carly muttered as Freddie's eyes suddenly went wide. "No way! Oh-My-God, NO WAY!" He snatched the photo from Sam's hand. "Careful, Jockey pants," she laughed.
"What is it?" Carly was laughing at Freddie, who was jumping up and down like a kid who just got a shiny red bike for Christmas.
"This," he kissed the photo and held it up for Carly, "is an autographed photo of the entire cast of Galaxy Wars, IN COSTUME!"
Carly looked over at Sam, perplexed, as Freddie was still freaking out. "It's a big deal?"
Sam smiled. "It's a big deal."
"Huh," Carly finally said, only slightly impressed. "How did you…"?
"Well, remember me telling you about Stella, the lady I met outside that diner on the first day?" Sam slammed her foot down on Freddie's toe to get him to stop jumping, and then took the picture from him. She quickly scanned through the faces. "That's her," she said pointing to one of the aliens.
Freddie finally limped his way over to the girls. "Oh, but get this!" Sam jumped excitedly and grabbed the letter. "Her neighbor's son, the special effects makeup artist, is working on a new zombie movie. He's invited us out to his studio in Lakewood to see his process for creating the masks; maybe even tape it for the show if he can get permission. He said he has a lot of the Galaxy Wars prototypes there if we were interested in seeing…" Sam was nearly knocked off her feet as Freddie excitedly ran and tackled her in a crushing hug.
Carly raised her eyebrows and smiled smugly at the pair. "Think that's a yes?" She noticed that it took Sam a few seconds before she finally pushed Freddie off of her…then she punched him in the gut. "Ugh, Sam," Freddie yelled as he doubled over. Sam gave him a smug smile, then walked over to Carly.
"So, Carls, whatcha been doin'?"
"Oh, I just uploaded my spa photo's while I was waiting for you guys." Carly gave a coy smile as she nodded at the laptop and excused herself from the room. "I'm going… to get some drinks, then we can start rehearsals."
Freddie hobbled over and popped the screen back up so he could log into the website. He froze as he saw a picture he didn't recognize on the screen. He was asleep in the SUV and he was actually cuddling with Sam. He sort of remembered doing it, and how it felt. Seeing it like this, though, somehow made it feel less like a dream.
Sam looked up and saw Freddie's face. She couldn't quite read his expression, so she went around to see what he was looking at. Freddie watched her in anticipation. Would she be happy? Would she throw the laptop out the window? For several long seconds she just stood there staring at the screen. Freddie couldn't stand it anymore. "Sam?"
She gave him a quick shy smile. She reached out to take his hand, laced her fingers in his and nodded back to the screen. "You look happy!"
He squeezed her hand lightly and looked at the picture. "I am happy," he smiled. "Do you want to know my favorite part of the trip?" he asked softly. "It was going to sleep." Sam looked up at him curiously as he turned to face her. "Because every time I woke up, I got to wake up to you."
Freddie usually walked on eggshells around Sam, but for the first time, he took the initiative. He reached up and brushed the hair from her cheek before caressing it with his palm. He leaned in to kiss her. There was no hesitation, no demands, no trickery. Her lips were open and waiting for him as he tenderly met them. He had found his new "happy place." He released her hand, reached up to her waist, and accidentally found the ticklish spot again. She laughed as she squirmed away from his touch.
"Sorry," he quickly apologized.
"I'm not!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him again.
A few blissful moments later, Freddie reluctantly broke himself away from her. "Sam what are we doing?"
"Huh, you'd think after the third time, Benson, you'd have figured it out," she smirked.
He pulled her hands from his shoulders and held them in his own. "No Sam, what does this mean...between us?"
Sam dropped her hands and groaned loudly at the floor. "I don't know, Dor…Freddie." She ran her hands through her hair. "I told you I need you as a friend, but I can't get this out of my head."
"And you don't think we can be both," he asked nervously, walking away.
"I don't know," she whined.
Sam whining, Freddie thought. This must be killing her! He leaned nervously against the iCarly car. "Sam, I promised that I would always be here for you, and I intend to keep that promise...no matter what you decide right now."
Sam stood considering his words. "Can I still call you names and beat up on you every now and then?"
Freddie smiled. "Can you ever not call me names and beat up on me?"
"No," she smiled. "No, I don't think I can!"
Freddie laughed as he slowly moved closer. "Then I guess it'll be my burden to bear for getting into this mess."
"Mess!" she argued. "You're calling me a mess?"
He was now standing a few inches from her. He bent down to kiss her cheek then grinned as he said softly into her hear "Uh, huh."
Sam took a moment to clear her throat, and her mind. "Ahem. Alright, Benson." She laced her fingers with his, again. "Just one condition. If either of us wants out, for any reason, it's done. No explanations required. And we go back to where we were before. No whining, no complaining, no begging."
Freddie looked up at the ceiling as he considered the terms. "It'll be hard…but I think I can live with that."
Sam smiled at Freddie. "Well, Benson, it looks like you have yourself a new girlfriend…for now."
Freddie snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her in for another kiss. He took in the warm scent and sweet taste of His Girlfriend. They broke apart when they heard an excited "Yes" coming from the other side of the door. They looked up just in time to see Carly's startled face through the glass before she ran back downstairs still carrying the drinks. Sam and Freddie froze where they were for a few seconds after Carly's retreat.
"She did just yell 'Yes' didn't she?" Freddie finally asked.
"Yes, she did," Sam said slowly.
"And she's gone to tell Spencer?"
"Probably."
He looked at her, smiled his cheeky smile and raised his eyebrows, "So we have, what, two minutes?"
Sam raised her eyebrows and smiled back, "uh huh." She grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her lips again. "Might as well not waste it, Benson."
(Cue Applause and Drop Curtain)
So 10 chapters and 31,626 words later...Oh My God it's the end! Stella still sort of brought them together, even though she wasn't there! Yeah, she rocks!
I have had a lot of fun with this first Multi-chap story. I have met some very cool people and had some great convos during all this, and even learned a bunch from you guys. Thanks for keeping me entertained! You guys got my writing mojo going. It's become kind of addicting, so I'll definitely post more. I even have one quick one-shot I wrote this afternoon that I'll post after this.
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