AN = YAY! I'm back. I think. Summer is almost over but updates will still be daily, hopefully. The gang are going back to Webicon, hoping there won't be another fan war. But is that even possible?

Truth

What would be better, a simple question and answer or a fan war? That is definitely a rhetorical question. But do the iCarly gang know what they are in for?

...

"Aren't you nervous?" The brunette asked, turning to her best friend.

"No! I don't have time to be nervous!" The blonde chuckled.

"Don't sass me!"

"Calm down, I know this is gonna be hard but we ca-"

"You should be worried too. You need to pretend you don't have a boyfriend!"

"It will be easy... Trust me."

"Hey! Anyone for fat shakes?" The girls turned around to see Freddie stood behind them, handing them each a fat shake.

"You so love me..." Sam laughed.

"And I hope you love me too..."

"Eh, maybe..." She teased.

"As sweet as you both are, we really need to go on stage. Come on!" Carly quickly pulled her friends towards the stage door.

"Who is ready for the iCarly gang?" The host asked the audience, who were all screaming and cheering. "Here they are!"

The trio walked onto the stage, waving and smiling.

"Ugh, people..." Sam mumbled.

"Sammy, be nice!" Freddie whispered to her.

"You two! Stop! You don't want them to expect anything!" Carly whispered to them both. The three took their seats and waited for the fans to calm down.

"Hey Webiconers! Let's get this question and answer started! You can ask about anything. Let's do this!" Carly said into her microphone. The hands of everyone in the room shot up. Hundreds of fans desperate for their question to be answered.

"Yeah, the girl with the red ribbons..." Sam said, pointing to the girl.

"Hi, Sam! Massive fan! Anyway, is it true you have been arrested five times?"

"Four, actually. And it wasn't my fault... entirely." A smile crept across her face.

"Next question..." Carly suggested, "Boy with the, er, ketchup stained shirt..."

"Hey, Carls! I have never seen you bring a boyfriend onto the show. Have you ever had one?" The boy asked.

"Obviously I have. Not as good as a one Sam has though..." She forgot what she was saying and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

"You what?" Another fan yelled, standing up, "Who's your boyfriend, Sam?"

"No one!" Sam roared, "Now can we just drop the subject?"

"She wouldn't be this defensive if it wasn't true!" Another fan stated, getting up and pointing at the blonde.

"Please. Sam said she doesn't want to talk about it!" Freddie defended as the couple stood up.

"I really gotta go!" Carly squealed, running off the stage.

"Chicken..." Sam muttered, looking at all the fans, who were again all in a fan war...

...

Everyone in the room was arguing. The fans were arguing. Sam and Freddie were arguing. Even the truth was arguing with the lies...

"Let's finish this." Freddie exclaimed.

"What?" The blonde turned to him and looked into his eyes. They looked hurt. She knew why, they couldn't tell anyone about them, and she knew that hurt someone deeply.

"We are telling them..." He said firmly, they both faced the audience again and managed to calm them down.

"Sit down, unless you wanna end up in a hospital!" Sam shouted into a microphone. The room went silent.

"Sam, you can't threaten to hurt people! Especially if you're famous..." Freddie whispered to her.

"You're such a whimp!"

"I'm not, I am just-"

"Look! Seddie forever!" A fan yelled, making the whole population of the room argue again.

"I hope you have an ambulance on speed dial!" Sam roared.

"Give up, Sammy! Just give up!" The dork said, dropping down into a seat.

"No... We won't just give up! We have to control these mad peop-"

A group of fire officers came rushing in with hoses. Water squirted everywhere. Everyone was drenched. They tried to avoid the iCarly gang but that unfortunately wasn't really possible.

"You wouldn't think I would just leave you!" A voice from behind them said, they turned to see their brunette friend stood there.

"You're actually quite smart, Carlotta." Sam complimented.

"Thanks. Now, let's tell these fans the truth!"

The fire officers quickly ran out and everyone was left speechless.

"You wanna know what's happening? You really wanna know?" Sam squeaked, her voice slowly fading away.

"Alright, we will tell you!" Freddie said, standing up and holding onto Sam's hand. They both held their entwined hands up. "Here, you see? Good."

"Seddie forever!" Another fan shouted, but this time it didn't set everyone else off.

"We didn't tell you because last time we just broke up, we wanted it to last this time." Sam explained, "You can tell anyone that I love this dork, because it's-it's true..."

The room echoed with gasps and a few cheers.

"And, for the record, I'm okay with this." Carly announced, stepping next to Sam.

"For the record, really, Carly?"

"I was exaggerating to-Eh, never mind."

"And that is all we have time for. And, by the way, we are not responsible for any of the damage or wetness on your clothes and belongings..." Sam said quickly.

Everyone, still silent, kept staring at the couple holding hands as they picked up their stuff and walked out of the hall.

...

"So...How was Webicon?" Spencer asked the gang as he served spaghetti tacos that night.

"It was...unusual..." Carly smiled, looking at her best friends, who were both snuggled up together on the sofa watching Girly Cow.

"Another fan war?"

"Unimaginable fan war..." She muttered, picking up her plate of tacos...

AN = Well, that was really...something. Once again, I felt weird reading this after so long. This story, and Worrying While Waiting, was actually two different stories, but I put them into one chapter to make it longer and because when I post two related oneshots, the first one gets waaaayyy more views than the second one. Anyways, reviews to me are like Sam and her ham!