AN-So I tried to kind of give this post iGoodbye oneshot a little bit of closure, instead of just having Sam and Freddie get back together, as I've done with some of the other post iGoodbye oneshots I've written so far, since I think it's fair to say, judging my Sam & Cat, that they didn't (though I still have my fingers crossed for some future Seddie on there!). I hope you enjoy!
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"So…" Gibby said awkwardly as him, Spencer and Freddie sat around Spencer's apartment, which all of the sudden felt quite empty. "Who's up for seeing some weasel tricks?"
"Weasel tricks?" Spencer frowned.
"Dude, not the time," Freddie said.
"Just trying to ease the tension," Gibby mumbled.
"I can't believe she really left," Freddie sighed. "She's really going to Italy."
"I know," Spencer said heavily. "But…it'll be good for her, to get to spend some time with our dad."
"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "I just wish Italy wasn't on the other side of the globe."
"So no weasel tricks then?" Gibby said.
"Gibby!" Spencer and Freddie simultaneously exclaimed.
"Alright! Jeez!"
"Hey," Spencer said. "Where's Sam? I thought she was coming right back up after she rode down with Carly."
"Yeah…so did I," Freddie nodded. "That was almost an hour ago."
"Think she went home?" Spencer asked.
"She must've," Freddie nodded. "Wow…she must be taking this whole thing really hard."
"Well yeah, her and Carly are practically sisters," Spencer pointed out. "Poor kid…I hope she's okay."
"Maybe…Maybe I should go check on her," Freddie said slowly, getting to his feet. "She probably needs someone to talk to right now."
"Good idea," Spencer said. "You need a ride over there?"
"No thanks," Freddie said. "I-I'll see you later."
"Yeah, don't be leaving me all by myself over here," Spencer said, giving him a small smile.
"Don't worry, I'll stop by still," Freddie chuckled as he headed out the door.
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When he arrived at Sam's house he noticed that the motorcycle that she had been helping Spencer fix up was parked on her driveway.
Spencer must've given it to her, Freddie thought. She must've been so excited…too bad her mood had been crushed like this.
He knocked at her door, but there was no answer.
"Sam?" he called. "Sam, it's me!" He jiggled the doorknob and found that the door was unlocked. He walked into the house, seeing that the downstairs area was empty, except for Sam's rabid cat, Frothy, who was laying in his litter box on the coffee table, glaring at Freddie.
Freddie quickly hurried upstairs, away from the feline, to Sam's room. He could see that the light was on, as it shined out from the crack between the door and the floor, and he could hear someone moving around inside.
"Sam?" he said, knocking on the door.
"Freddie?" The bedroom door flew open and Sam stared at him, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"You-You left your front door open," Freddie told her. "You really shouldn't do that, you know."
"Yeah…well everybody around here knows better than to mess with me, so I think I'm fine," Sam said, walking back into her room.
It was a cluttered mess, just as Freddie remembered from the times he had been in it. Clothes spilled all over the floor, half-finished snack bags and take-out containers littered her dresser and a box of what looked like fireworks poked out from underneath her bed.
"We all thought you were gonna come back up after you rode down with Carly," Freddie said as Sam began to rifle through her drawers.
"Well I didn't," Sam said simply.
"Yes…clearly," Freddie said. "Anyway, how you holding up?"
"Just peachy."
"You don't seem too peachy," Freddie said, sitting down on her bed next to her backpack.
"Who are you? The peachy police?" she snapped.
"Sam, come on, no one expects you to be okay right now," Freddie said. "Carly just left for Italy. That's gonna take some getting used to for you."
Sam didn't reply as she continued to search through her drawers.
"I mean," Freddie continued. "It's not like Carly's never going to come back. She will…some day. And in the meantime we all still have each other here; you, me, Gibby, and Spencer. If you think about it, this whole thing might wind up being a little harder on Carly than it is on us. We lost one friend, she lost all of hers, and she's going to a country where they don't even speak too much English with a whole bunch of new people…it's gonna be rough."
"Carly's tougher than you think, she'll get through it," Sam said, grabbing an armload of clothes from her drawer and walking across the room to stuff them in her backpack.
"Yeah…she's gonna be okay," Freddie said softly. "We all will."
"Yup," Sam said plainly. "So did Spencer send you to come find me when I didn't come back up?"
"No…I offered to come check on you on my own," Freddie told her.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Because," he said. "I-I thought maybe you would want to talk."
"Well we just did," Sam said. "Carly's in Italy, we're all fine, blah, blah, blah."
"No, not about that," Freddie mumbled, looking down at his lap awkwardly.
"Well then what about?" Sam asked, yanking a few shirts off hangers in her closet.
"Well, um, you-you know how you called me earlier today?" Freddie said. "And you said you had to talk to me about something important, and I said-"
"Do you want to get back together," Sam finished for him.
"Yeah," Freddie nodded lamely. "I just figured we should probably discuss it."
"Dude, there's nothing to discuss," Sam shrugged, looking at a pair of boots, and then tossing them back into her closet. "It was just something that slipped out. Don't worry about it."
"Well, that's just it, Sam," Freddie sighed. "I-I don't think it just 'slipped out'."
"What do you mean?" Sam frowned.
"I mean, things like that don't just slip out, without meaning" Freddie said. "I think, well, I know, actually, that that question has been up there for awhile."
Sam stared at him. "Oh…"
"Yeah," Freddie said awkwardly. "Look, um…I-sorry. I didn't mean to just spring this on you."
"It's cool," Sam mumbled. "And…I guess we did sort of agree that we'd consider giving us another go after awhile."
"We did," Freddie nodded.
"Yeah, if I became more normal and you became more abnormal," Sam said, trying to cram a pair of boats into her backpack, with no success. "And I don't think either of us really managed to do that, do you?"
"No," Freddie sighed. "I'm still a nerdy nub, and you're still an aggressive she-demon…So I guess-I guess we're really not meant to be with each other then."
Sam shrugged. "Looks like it," she said softly, heading to her desk to untangle her Pearbook charger.
Freddie slowly got to his feet. "Sam…no."
"No what?" she asked.
"I-I don't believe that; that we're not meant to be with each other just because one of us is too normal and the other is too abnormal."
"But we said-"
"I know what we said that night," Freddie said. "But you remember what else we said?"
"I love you," Sam nodded, her cheeks reddening a bit.
"Yeah…" Freddie whispered. "And I know I don't know that much about love, and you probably don't either, but I don't think love goes away just because two people are different."
Sam looked over at him. "So you still mean it then?"
"Never stopped," Freddie smiled weakly.
Sam looked down at her feet. "Me neither," she said in a voice so quiet Freddie barely heard it.
"Well then what do we do?" Freddie asked her. "If we both still love each other…do we-okay, what are you doing?"
Sam was now trying to stuff a bag of pork rinds into her already jammed backpack.
"I guess I can just get more of these later," Sam said sadly, tossing the bag into the abyss of her room.
"Why are you trying to cram half your room into your backpack?" Freddie frowned.
"I'm packing," Sam said.
"Okay…for?"
Sam took a deep breath. "I'm leaving Seattle."
Freddie nearly fell back onto the three-legged chair behind him. "What?"
"I-I just feel like I need to get out of here," Sam told him. "You know, after tonight. I mean, I lost my best friend, we're not doing iCarly anymore, which, let's face it, was the only really productive thing I had going for me…I just think it's time for me to move on."
"Um, move on where exactly?" Freddie said. "You're not even eighteen yet, Sam. You can't just get up and move all by yourself! What about your mom? What about school?"
"I doubt my mom will even notice I'm gone for at least another three or four weeks," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "And when she does, as long as I'm not like, dying on the streets or something, she'll be fine with it. And a lot of kids do that online school thing, so I figure I can handle it."
"So-So what you just told me," Freddie said, feeling hurt for the second time that night. "That doesn't mean anything to you?"
Sam sat down on her bed. "I did mean it. I do love you."
"Well then why are you leaving Seattle?" Freddie asked. "Why? When we could give us another chance?"
"We've been broken up for over a year," Sam said. "Why are you only talking about getting back together now? Why not sooner?"
"I-I don't know," Freddie admitted. "I mean, its only been a few weeks since I've really been thinking about it…since I've really realized that maybe us breaking up wasn't the smartest thing to do. Lately it just seems like whenever you're around, I sort of wanted to ask you that question. But I was just too scared to do it."
Sam nodded. "Well, Freddie…maybe-maybe you're acting on this too quickly. Like you just said; you've only had that thought for a few weeks."
"But isn't that plenty of time to realize that I did want to ask you that question?" Freddie pointed out.
"I don't know," Sam shrugged. "But what I do know is that the last time one of us did something crazy like this to make us get back together…it barely lasted a month."
"I don't think this is quite as crazy as you kissing me in the lock-in," Freddie said.
"True," Sam said. "But for you, it is."
"So you're saying you don't want to get back together then?" Freddie sighed. "Okay, I-"
"No," Sam said quickly. "I'm not saying that at all."
"Well then why are you leaving-"
"Freddie, if you had asked me this a week ago, or even yesterday, I would've said yes," Sam said. "Because you aren't the only one who's been thinking about us lately. But after tonight, after everything that happened…I just don't think either one of us could really handle it right now."
"Because Carly left?" Freddie frowned. "Sam, we can do this without her. It won't be like last time-"
"How do you know that?" Sam asked.
"Well I don't for sure-"
"What if we got back together," Sam said softly. "And then for some reason, we broke up?"
"Well then…then we would go back to being friends," Freddie said.
"Would we?" Sam asked, raising her eyebrow. "When we broke up the first time, the thing that really helped us get past that awkward stage of going from a couple to exes and back to friends was being together to do iCarly and hanging out in Carly's apartment. But we wouldn't have that this time. If we broke up, I-I'm just scared that we would lose each other as friends. And after tonight, after realizing what that really feels like…I don't think I could handle doing it again."
Freddie sighed. She had a point.
"Wow," he said, chuckling a little to himself. "Who knew Sam Puckett could be so…wise?"
"I'm starting to freak myself out a little too," Sam grinned.
"Sam," Freddie said, stepping closer to her. "I don't think I could handle losing you as a friend either. But…that doesn't mean when I asked you if you wanted to get back together that I wasn't hoping for a yes. I love you. I'll always love you as a friend, but deep down, I want to love you as more, too."
Sam smiled up at him. "I do too."
"Well then we're back to where we were ten minutes ago," Freddie said. "What do we do?"
Sam zipped up her backpack and swung it around her shoulder. "I'm still leaving."
"And there's nothing I can do to convince you to stay?" Freddie asked.
She shook her head. "No…I need to go."
Freddie nodded. "Alright then."
"But," Sam said. "I'm not going forever. How about we make a deal? When I come back to Seattle, we meet up, and…and if we both realize we feel the same way, and that us both wanting to get back together wasn't just some quick thought we both had…then we'll do it."
"I like that," Freddie said thoughtfully. "It-It's actually really smart…If we both don't lose these feelings after being apart for some time, then they must really be true."
"Exactly," Sam said. "Wow…maybe that motorcycle Spencer gave me gave me a sudden boost in smartness."
"Nah, you've always been smart…in your own way," Freddie told her.
"Thanks," Sam laughed.
"I'm gonna miss you," Freddie said.
"And I'll miss your nubby butt too," Sam said, her eyes sparkling.
"Where-Where are you going to go?" Freddie asked.
"I don't know," Sam sighed. "Maybe California…it's really nice down there."
"Yeah, it is," Freddie mumbled. "Hey, promise to let me know when you get to wherever you stop?"
"Come on, just because I'm leaving doesn't mean we're not staying in touch, Benson," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Good," Freddie said.
"Anyway…" Sam said. "I-I should probably get going. Tell-Tell Gib and Spence I said bye, will you?"
"I will," Freddie nodded. "I-I'll walk you down."
The two walked down to the curb in front of the Puckett house to Sam's new motorcycle.
"Well…" Freddie said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I guess this is it then."
"Yeah," Sam said, staring at the bike. She turned around and stood one her toes and gently pressed her lips to his.
At once Freddie threw his arms around her, holding her tightly.
"Take care of yourself," he whispered to her, burying his face in her blonde curls.
"You too," Sam said as they pulled apart.
Freddie watched her hop onto her motorcycle and rev up the engine. She looked over her shoulder at him. "See you."
"Bye," Freddie said, giving her a small smirk. "I'll be here."
Sam quickly turned back around and drove her motorcycle down her street and around the corner.
That was the hardest thing she ever had to do…she just hoped that she did the right thing.
