AN: I've had lots of requests for Sam to be the one playing the piano, as well as a lot of requests for Freddie to be the one playing the piano. But neither one of those people was ever my intention.

Piano

Sam left the room where they had filmed the impromptu iCarly. After the karaoke had ended Carly and her new friend Tori had continued bonding over what a jerk Stephen had been. And it's not their fault really, because Sam knows how it feels and never wishes that feeling upon anyone, but really out of all the guys Carly's had fall head over heel for her, and she's almost sure this Tori girl is the same (both gorgeous and polite) maybe this one bad situation was just a learning experience in life.

So Sam had left, couldn't stand one more second of the shared heartbreak. Sam had dealt with enough heartbreak to last her a life time. She found herself exploring each room of Kenan Thompson's house (part of her couldn't believe she's met him and another part of her thought wow his house is huge) and doesn't stop until she finds a room filled with instruments.

She walks up to the big piano that is the center of attention in a room filled with more instrument than Sam even knew existed. She's always loved the piano, never had the money or the patience for lessons, but she's always been intrigued by the black and white keys. Sam sits almost hesitantly on the bench. She reaches her right hand out in front of her, and with a surprising gentleness presses down on the ivory key, which issues a low and quiet note. She smiles as she gently taps each key in order, hearing the melodies. After that she runs the back of her hands backwards down the keys, creating a colorful noise. She stands up and bows to a fake audience after that, "Thanks, thanks a lot!" she says with a cheer.

Then she hears a chuckle behind her and whips around. Of course, it's him, who else would catch her in such an embarrassing moment? She stares at him, daring him to say anything to her, and is surprised when he doesn't, simply walks up to her, and then sits down on the bench, motioning for her to sit down once again.

Sam watches in awe as Freddie's fingers fly across the keyboards skillfully, he's not the best, makes a mistake, says "Butter," and goes back to fix the mistake. But he's way better than she'll ever be and he doesn't even speak directly to her until he finishes the song and stands and takes his bow, "So, does your fake audience think I deserve an applause?" he finally says to her.

Sam finds herself clapping, "I think your real audience might have enjoyed it," she says quietly, but his grin is enough to let her know he's heard. "I didn't know you played,"

"When I was younger Mom signed me up for lessons, but then she read some article about musicians always running away from home," he pauses to roll his eyes, "and that was the end of that."

"I've always wanted to play," Sam admits, looking at the keys again, as Freddie starts another song, this one very familiar.

"No lessons?" Freddie asks because almost every kid has been put into piano lessons at some point in their lives.

"Yes, because I was the kid who could sit still for half an hour and pay attention to someone older than me," Sam snorts.

Freddie lets out a laugh, as he finishes his second song, "Any requests?" he asks Sam.

She knows he means songs and she wonders how many he actually knows. It doesn't really surprise her that he's good at playing an instrument; Freddie's always been good at everything. It's like he doesn't even have to try. Finally Sam says, "Teach me a song,"

He grins at her and says, "Sure, what do you want to learn?"

"You pick," Sam shrugs.

"Okay, first we're going to go over the notes so, so place your right thumb there," he points at a key, Sam oddly obedient follows his instructions.

He lists the letters, ABCDEFG then back to A. Shows her how to position her fingers correctly, then moves so his hands are an octave beneath hers. "Okay, so the first three notes go like this," he plays them, then Sam repeats them, frowning as she makes a mistake on the first try. He shows her again and this time she gets it right.

They spend almost an hour like that, Freddie playing the notes and Sam repeating them, until she's learned the left and right hand on a very simple song, they played together almost perfectly in synch until Sam messes up and mutters "Chizz" she returns to the beginning and waits for Freddie before they start again.

Over and over until Sam has the notes and rhythm memorized and her fingers fly across the keys with ease on this one simple song. It's a tune everyone knows and so she finds herself singing the words along with it, and she's not bad, not great but not bad, good enough to carry a tune. She laughs when Freddie's voice joins her, rough and untrained, nothing like the way he plays the instrument they are now sharing.

She never mentions that she left because she is sick of the heart break. He never tells her that he didn't find her by accident. Sam doesn't ask why he isn't comforting Carly, the love of his life. Freddie chooses not to share that even though he hates Stephen and wanted to beat him up, it wasn't because he was in love with Carly, simply that he didn't want to see her cry. Heck, Freddie Benson doesn't want to see any girl cry, it's in his nature to try and protect girls, and except for the fiery blonde beside him every girl seems to need protection. Sam is happy to ignore the flipping feeling in her stomach and just enjoy the moment. Freddie is just glad that for once Sam is not beating him or insulting him.

The deal in their relationship, enemies, friends, whatever they happen to be that day is that they just go with it. They don't interfere with how life plays out. If Sam says something that sets Freddie off they fight and they argue and Sam punches him, and now he tries to fight back, but doesn't always succeed. If it happens to be a rare moment where they are simply enjoying each other's company, having a real conversation or something, then they go with that. It's not to be questioned, because it shouldn't work, yet it does. If they talk about it then things will be ruined.

So in that one shared moment of what was a crazy night, it was just Sam and Freddie and their voices accompanied by the piano. Just the two of them, acting in the only ways they knew how. Don't ask. Don't tell. Keep your feeling buried deep inside if you are Sam, and pretend like you don't even have a clue that's something is wrong if you are Freddie. Live in the moment, and don't question how they got there, just enjoy it.

AN: I play the piano a little bit, taught myself mostly and then had a year or two of lessons, but I'm by no means a professional. I love it though and always have. R&R