Disclaimer: Much like my PS3 controller that a little brat smashed, I don't own iCarly anymore. No wait, I never did.

A/N: Second chapter for the day. This story is getting to be really long, so I'm trying to figure out the best way to end it. Don't worry, it won't be for at least 6 more chapters. I hope. But I almost have the ending finished. I just need to start writing all the chapters in between.

Chapter 36

Carly's POV

I wanted to be mad at Sam. First, she gets a text from an unknown someone, whom I now know was Shelby Marx, whom I hadn't talked to for three months. Then she leaves to go meet with Shelby Marx. She comes back with Shelby Marx, and I find out that she and Shelby Marx had been fucking last year. Which made me feel stupid, considering I didn't know every time we went someone to hang out. And Melanie and Spencer both knew about this.

I think what pissed me off more than anything was that Sam hadn't told me before. She only told me because Shelby Marx was actually present in my apartment. She was supposed to be honest and tell me everything. I could get over things that she did, but it didn't help when she hid things from me.

But right now I couldn't be completely angry at her. She had definitely made that impossible when she decided to distract me while we had company downstairs. I felt bad for Melanie and Shelby because I know damn well they heard us. Sam hadn't even tried to be quiet…it was like her goal was to make me as loud as possible, what with all the tossing me around the room and fucking me until I couldn't breath. Well, I couldn't. Because I was screaming.

That actually made me wonder something. If Shelby was aggressive, and Sam was aggressive, who wore the pants in their "relationship?" Did they fight over control?

Why am I fucking thinking about this?

I realized I was staring at Shelby and looked away quickly, knowing I was already caught. She was doing a great job of ignoring me as far as that went, knowing I was still thinking about what she and Sam had done.

Melanie, on the other hand, was watching me while Sam and Shelby were talking about Shelby's upcoming fight that her manager had practically forced on her. I was sitting in the armchair with Sam, my legs thrown across hers as if nothing was wrong between us, her hand squeezing mine like she was reminding me that she was in love with me, not Shelby. My fingers were going numb.

I let go of her hand and got up from the chair. Three sets of eyes watched me go to the kitchen, and I leaned against the counter, head in my hands. My brain was on overload, making me think everything I didn't want to be thinking. A hand touched my shoulder, and I jumped, realizing it was Melanie and not Sam.

"What's wrong, Carly?" she whispered, her hand still on my shoulder.

I shrugged. "Nothing."

"You're a horrible liar."

I sighed and grabbed her wrist, dragging her upstairs. Sam and Shelby had gotten quiet. Closing my bedroom door, I turned to Melanie. "Look, I have nothing against Shelby or what happened between her and Sam. What they did happened long before I even knew I had feelings for Sam, so I honestly don't care. The thing that hurts is that she didn't tell me. And now, it's like she's trying to prove herself," I explained. Melanie nodded. "And I'm sorry for any discomfort we caused you earlier…"

"Don't worry about it. Sam needs to let out her anger and in a way it benefits you, since she refuses to hit you…" She shuddered. "You're really loud though." Sitting down on my bed, she folded her hands in her lap. "She loves you, Carly. Even back when she was messing around with Shelby, she would always say it didn't mean anything because she was in love with someone else. She just wouldn't say who. I think even Shelby knew it. Sam said there was more than one reason they never went public or established a relationship."

"It would have ruined Shelby's fighting career."

"She almost did that with her drinking after Sam broke it off with her. Do you remember that?" I nodded. "Sam can be considerate when she wants to be. She helped Shelby get through their end, and Shelby said she'd never come back to Seattle, out of respect for Sam. She didn't want to put my sister through this situation, although neither one saw you entering the picture. Sam was scared to death of telling you how she felt. Of course, she didn't need to tell me that…"

I sat down on the bed next to her and sighed. "Have I done more harm than good to Sam?" I asked, worried that I might be a problem for Sam. After all, ever since we had told each other how we felt, everything seemed to be going downhill.

The blonde shook her head. "In my opinion, you're the best thing to happen in Sam's life." I pulled her into a hug and, without thinking, kissed her. She gently pushed me away. "Whoa there, wrong twin."

My face was burning with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Mel, it's just…I forgot Sam's a twin."

"Don't worry about it, Carly. Freddie's admitted to getting us confused too." She laughed. "Sam even told me you thought I was still me at the movie until she smirked. We meant for Spencer to be clueless, not you."

"I figured out it was her before it got awkward though," I pointed out. I still remembered that day. How could I forget? That was when Spencer changed his mind about us.

She grinned that Puckett grin, and I almost forgot she wasn't Sam again. "So are you ready to go back downstairs and let them know you're okay with them?" she asked.

Not really. "I guess I'll have to be."

She tilted her head sideways. "You do realize that one word from you will make Sam do whatever you want. If you're uncomfortable knowing what they did, she'll stop hanging out with her," she said.

I shook my head. "I couldn't do that to her. She can be friends with whoever she wants, and as I said before, I have nothing against Shelby."

I stood up and went downstairs, Melanie trailing behind me. Sam and Shelby were talking about moves that could incapacitate someone, and somehow they challenged each other as I was coming down the stairs. "Name the time and place, Puckett," Shelby threw at Sam.

Sam smirked. "Oh, it doesn't matter when or where, Marx. I can kick that pretty ass of yours anytime, anywhere." I cleared my throat, and she looked at me. "Don't worry, Cupcake, your ass is mine and it's better than hers." She emphasized by crossing the room and pinching mine, and Shelby laughed.

"Careful, Puckett. Don't get too cocky or you'll end up with a bigger head than you can carry," the fighter warned.

Sam kissed me and turned to face her. "You know, Marx, I call match." The fighter crossed her arms, gesturing for Sam to continue. "Remember yours and Carly's little exhibition fight?" She glanced at me. "No offense, Carls, but you don't have a fighting bone in your body and Shelby could have kicked your ass." Sam grinned, and I knew it was to make me laugh, which she succeeded in doing.

Shelby nodded. "Yeah, I remember that. And all the drama bullshit that happened in the time leading up to it. What, you want to do it this time?"

"Well, kind of. Except I'm not breakable like Carly. I want a real challenge, and I mean bruises and possible internal bleeding." My eyes widened in shock, and Sam squeezed my hand. "A real CFC fight, Marx."

"Proceeds?"

"We'll decide on that later."

Shelby and Sam stood nose to nose now, staring each other down, until both of them laughed. "I'll let my manager know," Shelby agreed.

Sam's POV

It was agreed.

Shelby and I would fight, for real, all for a good cause. Whatever cause that would be. Damn, now I have to do more work in finding out what. The fighter had gone back to her hotel, and Melanie had gone over to Freddie's, leaving Carly and me alone. We lay on the couch, watching Girly Cow, Carly's head on my shoulder. I stroked her hair until she was asleep and sighed. With her asleep, it wasn't fun.

My phone beeped, and I glanced at the screen. It was Nevel. His text said to meet him at Groovy Smoothie in an hour. He had some important information as far as evidence. And I got all that in just six characters. GS1HDE. In other words, Groovy Smoothie, one hour, discuss evidence.

Now I just had to figure out what to tell Carly. I didn't want to lie to her, but this wasn't something I could tell her. She would disapprove, go yell at Nevel, and then all the hard work and the favor would be gone. Just like that.

I needed Spencer. He knew what I was doing, sort of. I sent him a text and slid out from under Carly, surprisingly not waking her. Maybe she was exhausted from fighting and sex from earlier.

Spencer would never hear about that.

A/N: Nevel texts at the worst times, doesn't he? And Sam and Shelby are going to have a fight. Yes, there will be blood. But it won't be next chapter. Probably not even the one after that. By the way, there's one more character coming in. Because someone had to kill Pam Puckett. Yeah, did you think I forgot about that? No? Did you forget about it? Probably. I've distracted you long enough.

So is Shelby the killer? What about Gibby? What about...never mind. I'll let you figure it out.

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