Disclaimer: iCarly belongs to a man named Dan Schneider, who is an obvious Seddie shipper. That's why I don't want to own it yet.

A/N: Okay, last chapter was a little...crazy. Who do you agree with? Sam or Spencer? Well, since you're still reading this then probably Sam, right? Okay then.

So here it is.

By the way, did anyone happen to see the rap battle between Jennette McCurdy and Victoria Justice. Epic. And I'm pretty sure VJ was about to say 'fucking' before she said 'okay'. Just saying.

Chapter 26

Carly's POV

Sam had been gone for nearly four hours, and she wasn't answering her phone. I was extremely pissed off at Spencer and I wasn't going to talk to him again until he apologized to me and especially to Sam. He had to come around; he did for Griffin. Then again, Griffin is a guy, although his obsession with Pee Wee Babies was a little strange…

I sat, curled on the couch. Girly Cow was on, but I wasn't even really paying attention to the TV. Where was Sam? In four hours, she could be anywhere. Even Yakima. Damn Spencer and his judgment. He was my brother and I love him to death, but he was being really insensitive this morning. Sam was my best friend. She didn't care what anyone thought about her, but she did have feelings, and Spencer had hurt her. Of course, she wasn't going to tell me that. She'd bottle up all of her sadness and then end up breaking someone physically, emotionally, and mentally.

I know. I've seen her do it before. And it wasn't pretty.

I sighed and glanced toward Spencer's bedroom. Music was muffled by his door, which meant he was either building a sculpture or just thinking about what had happened. I hoped he thought so much his head exploded. Seriously, that would be pretty interesting and it would probably make Sam feel better.

According to the text Freddie had sent me an hour ago, his mother had found a way back. She had been surprised that Melanie was there, since she thought it was Sam. I keep forgetting that Freddie had only found out about Melanie a month and a half ago and that his mother had only ever seen Sam. She had even thought that the date Freddie had gone on (when he thought Melanie was Sam) was with Sam.

Freddie almost didn't survive the cleaning afterwards.

I wondered how much she was freaking out right now, since Freddie had been shot and was hospitalized, and she's been trying to find a way back for days. Had she thrown Melanie out of the room? Did she still think it was Sam? Probably. No one can get a word in when Mrs. Benson goes nuts, and I could only imagine that Freddie was struggling with her and probably hurting himself in the process. The woman overreacts about everything.

I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and stared at it. Sam hadn't called or even texted, and I was seriously getting worried. Scrolling to Sam's name, I took a deep breath and called, listening to it ring. Her phone rings four times before it goes to voicemail. I know, I've been calling it for a very long time now. She picked up after three.

"Hey, Carly." It was Freddie. I called Sam's phone, right?

"Hey…Freddie. Where's Sam?"

"She's in the bathroom. Do you know what's up with her? She just showed up all depressed and whatnot. Mom tried to kick her out, then thought she was losing her mind when she saw Melanie and Sam next to each other, and she fainted. Melanie's trying to bring her back…"

"So Sam's at the hospital?" I interrupted. It wasn't that I didn't care about what had happened, I just wanted to know that Sam was okay.

"Uh, yeah, she's definitely here." He paused. "Did you guys have a fight or something?"

I sighed. "No, we didn't fight. She fought with Spencer about us dating, and he pretty much said that he doesn't want us to be together, and I guess it ended okay…Sam's agreed to sleeping on the couch," I explained.

"Oh god, Spencer…What made him so stupid?"

I shrugged and realized he couldn't see me. "I don't know. He just kind of walked into my room when Sam and I were sleeping. Yes, we were sleeping. We just weren't decent."

"Okay, too much information, Carly. I take it he freaked out," he assumed. Well, duh.

"Like your Mom when she walked in on you and me kissing," I told him and shuddered. Looking back, kissing Freddie was weird. How could I do that?

"That's pretty bad. He didn't start beating you with your underwear, did he?" he chuckled.

"No, and this really isn't funny, Freddie. He really hurt Sam, and you know what happens when she's upset," I warned him. "Get Melanie to talk to her as soon as you can before she makes it known that her victim won't have to go very far for stitches or surgery."

"Yeah, I hear you." His gulp was audible through the phone. "I'll talk to you later. Try and talk to Spencer?"

"I'll try to," I said and hung up.

I had no intention of doing so because he needed to know that he was wrong. I put my phone on the coffee table and went to the kitchen for a peppy cola. The plate of ham still sat on the kitchen table, cold, but I ignored it.

This was not a good day.

Freddie's POV

Sam sat in the chair by the window, her knees tucked under her chin and her arms wrapped around her shins. Now I knew why she looked so depressed, but I wasn't the one who had to talk to her. Neither was Melanie, but she wouldn't hit Melanie on purpose, just like she would never hit Carly. Me, on the other hand…

I looked at Melanie, who was sitting on the floor with my mother, trying to talk some sense into her that they were twins and that I was in enough pain without her freaking out over me and causing me stress. God, I didn't need that right now. I was soon going to be released finally because my injury wasn't enough to incapacitate me for too long, and I was glad to get out of the hospital before long.

I sighed. "Mom, I'm fine. Stop going crazy."

Of course, this only caused her to turn into a whack job. Okay, even more of a whack job. She had to be borderline insane, and I don't mean the line between sane and insane. I mean the line on the far side of insanity. She would be the death of me, I was sure of it.

I slid out of the bed, a little pain in my chest as I did so, and Sam's head automatically turned to me. She raised a brow and shook her head, standing up. Grabbing my mother by the shirt collar, she dragged her out of the room. I looked at Melanie, who shrugged and ran after them. Sam was just in the kind of mood that Carly mentioned would put someone in the hospital, and she needed to be stopped before that happened.

Carly was right. Melanie had to be the one to talk to her.

The twins returned to the room, Sam yelling at Melanie about how she hated that people overreacted about every little thing. Since Carly had explained why, I wanted Sam to let everything out. Bottling up emotions wasn't good, and that's why Sam was always violent. She let it out in little spurts, but she held in the big things. The things that hurt her the most.

There was no way we could get her to talk to someone, though. Last time Carly tried that, it ended up with Carly losing her mind because she had been locked in a therapy box with two Puckett women, the worst thing that could happen aside from being hit by a bus. Wait. Even a bus was better than being stuck with two Puckett women. Well, unless it was Sam and Melanie. Did that even count? They were like the same person.

I just sat in silence and let her empty herself onto us. Melanie finally embraced her in a hug, telling her that everything would be okay, that Spencer would come around. Hell, the guy loved Carly and Sam too much to keep them from being happy. Even though the last time he had ever really said no to them, he'd been thrown by Jackson Colt.

I don't think he ever forgot about that.

Sam looked at me, tears in her eyes. Sam Puckett didn't cry. At least not in front of people. Unless it was Carly or Melanie. I know, I use them for examples too much. But it's true. Yet here she was, crying, and I couldn't find any words in my head to say to her. I couldn't tell her things would be alright. Because I didn't know. I honestly didn't.

"I can't do it, Freddie," she said. She was too upset to even call me one of her nicknames. "I love her. I'm trying to handle everything that comes with that, but Spencer…he was supposed to be the one person that would be okay with us."

"I know," I whispered. "Give him some time. You can't give up."

She nodded and sat down on the bed, hugging me. I could only rub her back while she cried into my chest, and Melanie blocked my mother out of the room. Nothing mattered right now, except that Sam needed to know that she was going to be okay. Carly wasn't going anywhere. We all knew that.

None of us were going anywhere.

A/N: Mama Benson is back and crazier than ever. She sorta annoys me, to be honest, I really only find her funny when Sam does the teasing afterward. And that creepy rhyme that she did in iBeat the Heat. Y'know..."When temperatures get too high, the elderly will start to die.' Creepy ass rhyme, I swear. That episode was on today...haha.

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