N/A: SORRY SORRY SORRY! I have no good excuse this time around but here the 29th chapter. Well just read. Note to my cousin: Hey, Em? I DID mention the other story was on fictionpress not fanfiction. SO SUCK IT. 3

"SAM!" Carly burst through the door of the apartment in a flash of rage.

"Shhhh!" Sam came running out of her room, "Freddie's asleep. He just finished a TON of shit for iCarly."

"Sorry…" Carly set her bag on the couch, "I just- I can't believe Spencer would keep this from me."

"Did he say why?" Sam asked before walking to the kitchen a pouring them both a glass of milk and retrieving a plate of chocolate chip cookies Marissa had made.

"He said he was, 'protecting me,'" Carly scoffed, "Complete bullshit."

"Has Spencer ever introduced you to another girlfriend?" Sam took one of the still warm cookies from the plate.

"No… I mean I've met girls who he's dated but none of them have been serious," Carly dunked her cookie in the milk.

"How long has he been seeing this girl?"

"Five months," Carly still couldn't believe that he had hidden this from her from so long..

"Damn…"

"I just couldn't stand to stay in that apartment with that lying pig and his slut," Carly got up and started pacing.

"You're welcome to stay here," Sam wasn't entirely sure if Marissa would be ok with her offer but she'll just have to deal.

"Thanks," Carly plopped down on the couch, "I'm exhausted," she sighed. Clary's eyes drooped and Sam decided they needed to call it a night.

"I'll get you a blanket and pillow," Sam told the half-asleep girl on the couch as she retreated to the linen closet. Carly was already asleep when she came back, exhausted from over exerting her energy. Sam carefully draped the blanket and maneuvered the pillow under her head.

"Night Carls," She whispered before turning off the lights and going to join Freddie in bed.

The next morning Carly woke to the sun shining brightly through the blinds. Marissa had just shuffled out of her room in desperate search of coffee.

"AHH!" She let out a startle scream not expecting to wake to see someone on her couch.

Freddie ran out of his room, baseball bat in hand and Sam sneaking up behind him. He looked around for the threat before realizing it was his best friend.

"Oh, yeah," Sam piped up from her place behind Freddie, "Carly slept over."

"I couldn't be in the apartment with Spencer," she explained what had happened last night.

"Carly, Spencer has the right to not want to tell you his love life," Marissa attempted to explain Spence's motives, "I know that if I was dating someone Freddie wouldn't know for a long time. Spencer has you to consider in all this. Perhaps her truly was trying to protect you. Just because he technically he is your brother doesn't mean he's not a parental figure who is responsible for you."

Carly considered this, "He came into our apartment about to have sex with her and he was trying to protect me? Bullshi- I mean phooey," Carly corrected herself after she remembered Marissa's presence.

"He thought you were gone…," Sam's voice trailed off.

"That doesn't excuse it!" Carly argued.

"He's a grown man, he's allowed to be sexually active," Freddie pointed out

"I don't care!" Carly knew that it shouldn't be such a big deal, but she though they shared everything with each other and now she knew he had been hiding this from her for five whole months. She was beyond upset.

A soft rapping came through the door. "Carly…?" A sad male voice came through the wood.

"Don't let him in," Carly crossed her arm across her chest signally she wouldn't talk to her brother.

"Too late," Freddie said as he walked to the door and unlocked it, letting a tired look Spencer in.

"Carly, come home," Spencer pleaded.

"No."

"You can't stay here forever."

"In fact," Marissa stood up, "I will not let you. Carly you need to leave."

Carly could have killed Marissa. "Fine, I'll leave but I'm not going home." She shoved past Spencer and walked down the hallway, disappearing into the elevator.

Spencer sighed, exasperated.

"She'll come around," Freddie assured Spencer.

"I've never seen her so mad," Spencer was close to tears, "I should have told her sooner."

"No, you shouldn't have burst into the apartment in a horny rage," Sam corrected him.

Spencer sighed, "I shouldn't have done that either!"

"Let her blow off some steam but in the mean time, join us for breakfast," Marissa offered.

"Oh, I couldn't impose," Spencer sniffed.

"Spencer, I think the worst imposition has already been imposed," Sam was referring to her moving in with the Bensons, "Stay."

"Really, Spencer, you shouldn't have to be alone," Marissa insisted.

Spencer and Freddie sat awkwardly in the living room as Sam and Marissa made breakfast.

"So…," Freddie attempted to fill the empty space.

"So."

"Freddie?" Sam called from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" Both guys were grateful for the break in the silence.

"Can you run out to the store, we need more pancake batter."

"Sure," Freddie stood up.

"Take Spencer with you!" She called.

"Come on Spence," Freddie took his keys off the bureau by the door.

They drove through the city looking for the grocery store. About five minutes in they spotted a tall, thin brunette walking down the street.

"Is that-" Freddie began.

"Stop the car!"

Freddie immediately served over to the side of the road and Spencer quickly jumped out. He went up to the girl and gestured to the car. She glared and shook her head. He yelled then she yelled. He then proceeded to grab her and throw her over his shoulders as she thrashed around. Spencer threw her in the car.

"Drive," Spencer spoke the simple command. He turned to Carly, "What the hell were you thinking running off like that?"

"I was thinking I needed to get away from you!" She spat.

"I don't care how old you are, you can't just run off like that! I'm still responsible for you. If anything were to happen to you…" Spencer got choked up.

"I'm moving out."

"What the fuck did you just say?" Spencer was back to just being angry. Meanwhile Freddie had pulled into the parking lot and gone into the store.

"I called Griffin. He has his own place and a spare room; I'm staying with him until I go away to college."

"You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can. I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

"Carly, please!"

"It's done Spencer. When we get back to Bushwell I'm packing my things and leaving."

"Carly, I'm still in charge of you."

"See that's the thing Spencer, you aren't. All these years I've been the adult, so now that I really am one, I'm making an adult decision and moving out. You can do whatever you want with your whore now but you can't stop me from leaving."

Spencer sighed. At least for now this was battle he couldn't win. He settled back in to his seat as Freddie silently got back into the car. The tension was so thick. Carly anger, Spencer's sadness and Freddie had to endure it awkwardly on the ride home. He shifted nervously at every stop. When they pulled into Bushwell's parking lot, Carly immediately stormed out of the car, slamming the door, hard.

"Hey!" Freddie yelled after her, worried about the condition of his Jeep.

Spencer sulked as his walked inside and Freddie walked close behind unsure of how to comfort his friend.

"Spence…" Freddie tried to say something helpful in the elevator but was at a lack of words. Carly's reaction was puzzling at best. She was usually so level headed. Maybe it was the combination of Gibby flaking on her and Spencer's secret keeping that drove her over the edge.

Sam rushed up to Freddie as soon as he walked to the door. "Hey baby," She kissed him before looking into his helpless eyes. "Wait, what happened?"

"We found Carly."

"Oh, what happened?"

"She's moving out of the apartment."

"What the-"

"Sam," Marissa warned as she took the pancake mix from Freddie's hands.

"I was going to say, 'heck'," she lied. Sam turned her attention back to Freddie, "Where's she planning on living? There's no room here…"

"With Griffin, he has a spare room."

"No! No way in hell am I going to let her live there! It's bad enough we're in this situation we don't need a mini Carly running around too and you know as well as I do, that if she lives with him that spare will be housing a baby instead of Carls."

"Sam, we can't do anything about this," Freddie told her apologetically, "Not right now at least. Carly's too fired up."

"I'm her best friend it's my job to knock some sense into her."

"Sam," Freddie caught her hand as she was about to run out the door, "She's over there packing. Carly needs time to cool off. And if living with Griffin is what she wants to do, we may not have to support her but you sure don't need to get in a fight with her right now. She's needs you to help her through this."

"I'll help her through this by knocking some sense into her," Sam's fire had Freddie smiling gently.

"Come on Baby," Freddie pulled her into an embrace, "Spencer's still coming over for breakfast; go help my mom make some pancakes."

Sam scowled, "Fine."