Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, I need to win the lottery before I buy it

These are Carly and Freddie's thoughts during the crucial moments of the previous chapter.

Carly's POV (3rd person)

Carly asked Sam could they sit down and surprisingly Sam silently nodded her head. They walked slowly closer to each other and sat on the couch facing Freddie. Carly had no time to worry about Freddie's frozen disposition, she had to get Sam to recognize her, she wouldn't believe her if she just told she had to realise herself and that was a problem.

Carly just stared at Sam unable to believe her best friend was sitting in front of her after five years. Sam just looked at her with a frustratingly blank expression and showed her misunderstanding by timidly saying;

"Do... Do you want an autograph?" Carly shook her head, angry at the misconceptions she couldn't put right with her words. Sam just looked confused.

Sam gathered up the courage and swiftly looked Carly, finally and determinedly, in the eyes, searching for unspoken truths. She needed Sam to recognise her, she was begging her with her eyes to realise this life-threatening truth.

Finally, the blank stare turned to an unbelievingly wonderful one full of recognition.

"C....Carly?" Carly beamed overjoyed.

"Sam!" They'd both changed on the outside but Carly knew deep down, they were the same people. Sam launched herself at Carly enveloping her in an everlasting bear-hug that would be forever etched in both their minds. After what seemed like forever the reunited best friends broke apart.

Freddie POV (3rd person)

The girl, who he still refused to believe, was Sam (he wasn't that lucky), looked up timidly at him still frozen to the spot and still staring at her,

"But if you're Carly; you must be..."

She drifted off. It couldn't be her, couldn't be his Sam, She was gone forever. He barely noticed hers get up, taking one agonizing slow step at a time towards his tortured being before she was only about five steps from him, when she came to an abrupt stop. It couldn't possibly be her, why was she stopping? What was wrong?

"Freddie!" She screamed running those last few steps and leaping, his arms suddenly awaked from their frozen slumber, caught her and they both went tumbling to the ground.

Freddie heard Carly giggle but didn't care he now was convinced that this was Sam only she would have the strength to knock him down. Sam was lying on top of him, his arms were draped around her waist, her arms were wrapped tightly around Freddie's neck, and She wasn't gone forever, she was there with him!

Suddenly she pulled back from Freddie, stood abruptly up and pulled him up by the wrist with that glorious strength of her's. She shoved said wrist up to his eyes.

"Fredward Benson, what have you been doing to yourself?"

She demanded. He was disappointed, he didn't want to talk about the past, he wanted to get out of here. He pulled his wrist from her grip and glanced downward, looking at his shoes but something caught his eyes on their journey south. He looked down at her his grim expression rapidly returning in the blink of an eye.

"Me? What about you?"

He demanded right back. Her dressing gown had become undone and between her lacy scarlet bra and pants there were a series of deep and sore-looking (and some infected) interweaving cuts and scars, What had she or some else been doing to his Sam!!!

Hey Guys, quick question, do you think I should redo this chapter in Carly and Freddie's POV or just move on? And if so do them separately or merged?

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