Immobilized

A fanfiction by Emma.

Summary: When Freddie gets in a life threatening car crash, he's lucky to get out alive. But there is one downside: he's paralyzed. What extent will Sam go to just to make his life normal again?
Warning: This fanfiction has some serious issues. If you're uncomfortable with it, then don't read.
Ship: Angsty Seddie!


Chapter Ten
iGet Frustrated

Dear Molly,

Hi.

No.

Dear Molly,

Hi, it's Freddie, I got your letter.

No.

Molly,

Hi ...

UGH NO!

I give up ... Freddie thought throwing yet another piece of paper into the garbage.

How was he supposed to write a letter to a eight year old girl about his paralysis ... it ... didn't feel right. It's not like he didn't want to ... it just felt ... weird.

"Freddie," Ms. Benson popped her head through her son's door, "Carly's at the door. Says she wants you to come over."

"'Kay." Freddie said, pulling out from his desk. A break would be nice, he could finish the letter later tonight.

"Hey Freddie," Carly said with a smile as Freddie came to the front door, "Come on over." she said, pulling him through the door.

Freddie chuckled, "Um, okay."

"Sam and I have a question for you." Carly said entering her apartment, where Sam was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of popcorn.

"Hey Wheels." Sam mumbled as Freddie came into the room.

Freddie smirked and rolled his eyes at the new nickname.

"Okay, so you two had a question for me?" Freddie asked.

"Oh, yeah. We wanted to know ... if you still ... wanted to do iCarly ..." Carly said, her voice trailing off.

"Um, yeah. Sure, I guess." Freddie shrugged.

The two girls stood stunned.

"What about the lighting?" Sam asked curiously.

"I can live with it." Freddie smirked.

"What about how the camera is looking up at us?" Carly asked.

Freddie shrugged, "I can live with that ... or put the camera on my shoulder."

Sam and Carly smiled brightly as they both hugged Freddie quickly.

"I'll go upstairs and get ready." Freddie said, pressing the elevator button and disappearing through the doors.

Carly grabbed Sam's hands, "He's back!" she whispered happily.

"I know." Sam smiled.

*

"Ready?"

"Yep!" the two girls cried jumping up and down.

"Okay, in 5, 4, 3, 2 ..."

"Hi there iCarly fans!" cried Sam into the camera.

"As you see we're back!" Carly cried.

"WHOO!" Sam yelled, pumping her hands into the air.

Carly laughed, "Now, Sam and Freddie have something to tell you guys." she said, nudging Sam slightly.

"We do?" Sam and Freddie asked at the same time.

"Okay, we seriously need to stop doing that." Sam said.

"Yes, you do, about you and Freddie, what you told me."

"OOOOOOOOH!!!" Sam cried, "Right, Carls take the camera."

"What, Carly?" Freddie stuttered as Carly took the camera from his hands.

"C'mon Freddorkson." Sam said grabbing the back of Freddie's chair and pulling him over to her side.

"Okay, tell them." Carly said.

"Fine, fine. Freddie you tell them." Sam said.

"What are we even taking about?!"

Sam gave Freddie a "Seriously-you-don't-know-what-we're-talking-about-Benson-?" type of look.

"OH! Oh, I know. Yeah, right," Freddie said, "Me and Sam are ... kind of ... sort of--"

"–Actually, we are not 'kind of-sort of.'" Sam interrupted.

Freddie rolled his eyes, "Sam and I are dating."

Carly giggled behind the camera. "Soo ...? Give her a kiss!"

Sam smiled as Freddie kissed her on the lips.

"There, happy now Carls? Now the whole world knows." Sam smirked.

"Yep, here Freddie, take the camera back. This thing is actually heavy."

"Body builder!" growled Sam with a deep voice.

Carly and Freddie laughed as Carly handed Freddie back the camera.

"Anyways, on this iCarly ...."

*

"Where do you think I should take Freddie tomorrow night?" Sam asked Carly.

Carly shrugged, "Don't you think you should let Freddie plan the date. I bet he really wants to." she suggested.

"No, he's so busy lately. Y'know, school, studying for the paralysis driving test and trying to write that little girl back. I told him I'd do it, so he has less to worry about."

Carly sighed, "I guess. Well, you could go see a movie."

"The stairs." Sam reminded her.

"Oh, right ... you could bring a movie to his house."

"His mother."

"Right ... um ... you're right, this is hard ..."

"I know ... you could just ... go out for supper again."

"Yeah, but that's just really lame."

"You'll think of something."

*

Dear Molly,

It's Freddie, I got your letter and I have to say, I'm glad I did. I was happy that there was someone out there I could relate to ... in a way.

I'm sorry about your Dad ... I'm not living with my Dad either ... in fact, I've never really known him.

I know this is a sort of short letter, but I hope that you will write me back, I want to get to know you Molly, you seem very sweet.

Thanks for your letter,

Freddie Benson


AN: Another short-ish chapter, and it's definately not one of my favourites ... but I hope you liked it.

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