Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. (Or any other shows mentioned in the chapter.)

Warning: If you are taking this 'last week of filming iCarly' thing as badly as I am, you should REALLY not read this chapter until you feel better. The first part of it I wrote before I found out and…yeah… You've been warned.

Seriously, please don't read if it will make you too sad. :(

Chapter Seven: iMove On

"…And anyway, we're Seniors now. Next year, we'll all be heading off to college. We were going to have to say goodbye soon, anyway. And who wants dragged out goodbyes?" Carly sat on a tall stool, in the middle of the iCarly studio, looking at the camera sadly as she spoke. Sam sat on a stool next to her, silently. "We have been so, so grateful for you guys. There have been some crazy times. There have been wars at Webicon, kidnappings, and more fires than I can count but…I wouldn't trade it for a million dollars. iCarly has meant so much to us. You have meant so much to us… I wish it could go on forever." Carly's lip trembled, and Sam thought she should take over.

"So, I guess we'll just say, one last time…" Sam said, glancing at Carly.

"I'm Carly." She said, wiping quickly at her eyes.

"And I'm Sam."

Together they said, "And this has been iCarly."

Sam lifted her remote into the air and hit the top button, causing the 'Random Dancing!' sound effect to echo through the studio, as she jumped to her feet and started dancing. Carly joined in, dancing and grabbing Freddie from behind the camera and Gibby and Spencer who were standing nearby, all of them dancing together one more time.

Finally, Freddie broke free from the group, made his way behind the computer, and ended the broadcast. Turning off the flashing lights, music, and sound effects, his voice broke slightly as, for what he knew to be the last time ever, he said, "And w-we're clear."

An eerie silence fell over the room, and after a moment Sam turned to the door, since it was Freddie's turn to be Carly's friend, she was ready to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Hold it, Sam," came Carly's objection, which was surprisingly forceful. "You two can just get over your drama for a minute because I deserve a group hug."

Sam hesitated, then sighed and stepped toward Carly.

"Freddie?" Carly asked.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded, looking sad.

Sam stepped forward and hugged Carly, she felt one of Freddie's strong arms encircle her and saw the other wrap around Carly. Gibby and Spencer joined the hug too and for a single moment, Sam allowed herself to believe everything was okay.

But then the moment was over. The group hug broke apart and Sam mourned the loss of Freddie's arm around her and the end of iCarly and the loss of a friendship with the boy she loved.

They all stood there, wrapped in a long silence, that was only broken when Sam's phone rang loudly. She pulled it out of her pocket, looking at the caller I.D. she sighed and answered it.

"Hey, Jack." As she turned to leave, she thought she saw Freddie's frown deepen.

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"Dude! And then the Lego ship exploded! It was JUST like a scene from Galaxy Wars!" Gibby was telling Freddie, motioning wildly as he did so.

Freddie grinned, "That's awesome!" He groaned, shaking his head, "Ah, I wish I could have been there."

"It might have been the best moment of my life. We still going to that movie later?"

"Yeah, man. We should meet at—"

Just then, Freddie saw the girl, Raylee, whom Hutchins had teased weeks earlier. He hadn't really run into her since then, and had been meaning to talk to her. He still felt bad about how Jack had treated her.

"Hey, just a second, Gib." Freddie said, approaching Raylee who was standing at her locker. "Hey!"

She had seen him coming and gave a small wave, "Hey! Freddie, right? The decent guy." She gave him a warm smile.

He chuckled, "That's me. Freddie, The Decent Guy, Benson. How've you been?"

Raylee smiled, "If you were worried, I haven't been permanently scarred by Jack Hutchins' jerkiness."

He was really glad, but the memory of that occasion just brought back thoughts of his fight with Sam, and he thought the smile he offered Raylee must not have totally reached his eyes. "Well, I'm glad to hear it." He told her, with a nod. "Hey, me and my friend Gibby are going to see this movie later, if you wanted to join us?"

"Oh." Raylee glanced over Freddie's shoulder at Gibby. "You two are friends, huh?" She asked, her voice pleasant but an odd look on her face.

"…Yeah?"

Raylee shrugged and looked back at him, smiling. "Sure, sounds fun. Thanks! What movie?"

Freddie realized he should have told her what they'd be seeing before. She probably wouldn't want to come when she knew.

"That new documentary about the changes of technology used in Science Fiction films and TV shows. The one featuring Galaxy Wars and Doctor Who and all that."

"Oh! That sounds awesome! I've really wanted to see that one!" Raylee responded excitedly.

Freddie blinked. "What?"

Raylee grinned, "Yeah! It looks really cool! What? Girls can't like nerd stuff?"

"N-No, they can- it's just-just…I'm surprised." He finally said, shaking his head.

"So, what time?"

"Right after school?"

"Cool."

"See you then," He said, shrugging and smiling.

As he turned and walked away, it occurred to him that he should have tried to be friends with Raylee before. She seemed really cool, and like the kind of person he could easily get along with. He didn't know how they'd never spoken.

Needless to say, he was pretty excited about going to see the movie.

And not just because it had been given 4.5 stars by the Galaxy Wars fan club at school.

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Sam was proud to say that she had not thought about Freddie for two hours straight.

Until, of course, she realized that she hadn't thought of Freddie for two hours straight, and, therefore, had thought of him.

Ugh.

It was a couple days after they had ended iCarly and Jack had been surprisingly thoughtful, in his own way.

She had told him that she didn't want to be around people and she just wanted to be alone, but he had insisted they hang out. It was Jack's goal to distract her for as long as possible so that she wouldn't have time to be upset about iCarly, and it was sort of working.

Sort of.

They'd pulled pranks on at least five different kids in school and Jack had supplied her with numerous insults to use on Freddie. They had just finished watching a horror movie, during which they had muted the television and supplied their own dialogue.

It had been…Shockingly fun. And Sam really appreciated the amount of effort Jack was putting into making her feel better.

And Freddie had said he was bad for her.

As the credits of the last movie played, Jack turned to Sam. "Okay, Puckett. You never gave me an answer."

"Yes, that shirt is nerdy."

"I'm not a nerd!" he looked affronted.

"Kidding. What's your question, anyway?"

"Prom."

"No."

"Saaammmm."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because prom is boring, and lame, and requires dressing up like nubs."

"You know what I think?" Jack asked, folding his arms and smirking.

"What do you think?" Sam asked, leaning back in her seat and biting into a fat cake.

"I think if Benson asked you to the prom, you wouldn't hesitate to go."

Sam nearly choked on her snack. She coughed, "What?" She grabbed him by the collar, "What did you just say?"

"Sore subject, Puckett?"

"I would never—Ew! You disgust me." She let go of him, pushing him as she did. He looked unfazed.

"Look, I didn't mean to make you mad. Just go to the prom with me. I promise you'll have fun, and if you don't, I'll buy you a bunch of meat, alright?"

"…Any meat I want?" Sam asked, raising her eyebrows.

Jack grinned, knowing he was on the right track now. "Any meat you want."

"…Deal."

"And, it will be a great way to make Benson jealous."

"Watch it, Hutchins."

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Freddie, Gibby and Raylee had a great time at the movie, and Freddie really did like hanging out with Raylee. He didn't think they'd ever be best friends, at least not the way he was (or had been, he remembered painfully) with Carly and Sam, but it was still a nice change to have a new friend in his life.

They exited the theatre, and Raylee said enthusiastically, "…and the changes of special effects over time? Brilliant!"

"Yeah! And now I want to go watch that one show… What was it?" Freddie asked, his voice eager.

"Stargate." Raylee supplied, nodding. "I've heard good things."

"Dude, that show has like, two spinoffs, and the original ran for like, ten seasons!" Gibby informed him, "It would take forever to watch all of them."

"Really?" Freddie asked, glancing at Raylee, who was suddenly watching the ground intently, her enthusiasm having, apparently, disappeared.

Freddie frowned, confused.

"Seriously!" Gibby replied, not appearing to notice the sudden change in Raylee's demeanor. "There are tons of them!"

"Then we should have marathons!" Freddie suggested, shrugging off Raylee's strange behavior. "We could all hang out a couple times a week and watch a few episodes!"

Raylee nodded, suddenly grinning again, "That sounds really fun! My dad is a baker! I can bring dessert!"

Gibby's eyes widened slightly, "Your dad is a baker?" He asked, staring at her.

Her smile faltered, "Uh-, yeah." She answered, shrugging.

"How's his apple pie?"

"…He can make just about everything." She replied, slowly.

"Okay, yeah, I'm in." Gibby nodded firmly.

"Great! How's Friday night for you guys?" Freddie asked cheerfully, though inwardly feeling confused.

"Sounds good to me." Raylee responded lightly.

"Me too." Gibby agreed. "So long as Raylee brings pie."

Raylee gave an awkward laugh. "I'll bring pie."

Freddie was really excited to be having something to do on Friday night. Lately, he had taken to sitting alone on the fire escape at night, trying to make sense of his feelings toward Sam. Feelings that, no matter how hard he tried, had remained stubbornly romantic over the past few weeks. It was really starting to concern him.

Having a distraction would be good. Great, in fact. Because no matter how much he missed her and wished they could be friends again, he definitely wasn't in love with Sam. Not a chance. No way.

Right?

Author's Note: I know this chapter is short. I'm sorry about that. But I have good news! Read on if you don't mind SLIGHT spoilers! Things should start to look up either in the next chapter, or the one after, depending on how things go. :) But soon! Soon!

In the meantime, honest opinions on Raylee? I'm really curious!